Substitute Teaching

Sometimes I like to pretend I'm a responsible, reasonable adult by spending 7 or 8 hours in a classroom with high schoolers.  But in reality, I'm just getting paid to read Diablo Cody's stripper book or Tucker Max's I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell.

Just serving as an example to American Youth.  Literature is fun when the main characters are genitals.

Yoga Class

Last night I experienced my first yoga class.  After battling some premature seasonal affective disorder, I thought I might as well get out of the house and spend $3 on a new experience.  And holy shit--yoga class is square city.  Are they all this way?  Not a one super hot mommy.  No sexiness whatsoever.  Rather, attending my class were numerous weird granola-eating recycling old ladies, a few square grad students, and at least two hair bears.  They might have left a happy trail.

All in all, yoga class was pleasant.  I might go back if I run out of things to make fun of again.