Last night’s yoga class looked like an anorexic convention. I tell you, I felt positively fat. Not that that’s hard to make me feel anyway, but when you’re seeing arms as thin as hairbrush handles, you know you’re not the one with a problem. Naturally none of these girls had any hips or butt on them, either. I have to admit I’m slightly jealous of women with nonexistent asses, not because I think they’re more attractive, but because I know they aren’t having any trouble buying pants. :P

I discovered on my commute home from work today that, if you want to add instant drama to your life, put on a movie soundtrack. I’ve been listening to the score from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire in the car recently, and today it corresponded very well with traffic. I was waiting to turn right and having to peek around a big semi in order to see oncoming traffic. The music at this point was all intense, so of course I felt like there was a lot more action and adventure going on than there was. It made me laugh.

I don’t tend to make eye contact or smile at people on the street if I’m out walking around the city. On campus I will occasionally, and I always do at work, which leads me to my current pet peeve: people in a small community, e.g. work, that pass each other, make eye contact, and refuse to smile. Anytime I pass someone in the hall at work, I look at them directly and smile. Most of them smile back, a few say ‘hi’ or the like, but a few also just stare me down. They make eye contact but their face remains blank, no lip movement at all. It’s annoying because honestly, it’s not like I’m going to mug them or hassle them or do anything that might happen in the middle of downtown at night. We’re in a nice, normal office building at midday! Just smile, damnit, it won’t kill you. It had occurred to me that these might be cultural differences, but it’s always American-looking people that don’t smile back at me. The Indian and Asian folks that I smile at usually return it.