So About My Raging Libido....

-me says:
Hey
Are you in town?

col - says:
ya wasup

-me says:
I'm bored out of my shitting mind

col - says:
sucka!
i just walked in

-me says:
From?

col - says:
mississauga

-me says:
Why did you come back in the middle of the week?

col - says:
i left some stuff up here and carolyn is workin and doing shit the next couple days anyway

-me says:
So you're just going to be here, in town, by yourself, rotting away, alone?

col - says:
yes sir
thats what your doing isnt it

-me says:
lol - shut up
And yes, yes I am


As previously mentioned, Reading Week has hit. In years past, Reading Week found me deservedly relaxing at home after midterms, bumming around in Boston, having a blast in Spain. This year, Reading Week finds me all by my lonesome, alone alone, rotting away by myself. In a more positive light, I could say that I finally have some spare moments after a particularly busy month and a half. But given that the light is dimmed somewhat by the fact that my roommate is at home for the week, the universities are closed, and no one else is in town because they're all on trips and whatnot, I'm going to not be so positive about it all. Unlike my fellows, I'm not really a student anymore so I can't holiday anywhere because work, unlike school, does not give me a Reading Week and neither does my play. That's one thing Mr. David was good for - keeping me busy when no one else was around and I otherwise would have been lonely and depressed all by myself for the holidays. Too bad he's not kicking around this week (well, I'm sure he is somewhere, just not with me).

Speaking of debilitating self-pity, I just watched the first episode of The Tudors - the uncut version. I have the whole Season One DVD box set because my director lent it to me to study the English accents. I've heard rave reviews which include: "He's so hot" in reference to the man who plays Henry; "So many boobies" in reference to all the boobies that are apparently part of the show, and "The last episode has the hottest sex scene I have ever seen in my life" in reference to... you get the picture. I've only just sat through the first episode, and I can agree with the fact that Henry is indeed hot (and so is his friend Charles *fans self*), and yes, there are indeed lots of boobies, but I have to stop watching it because it is downright PAINFUL to see so many delicious looking men on the same screen and even more painful to watch the super-hot-and-heavy sex scenes when I'm absolutely dyyyying alone over here.

It's just not fair. I'm gritting my teeth during the aforementioned super-hot-and-heavy sex scenes when a normal person would just enjoy them because all I can think about is how I'm just so absolutely... frustrated! that I could burst. Oh, and lucky me, I was also subject to Boogie Nights the other day because it's one of Alex's favourite films and guess what it's about? Porn. So, I've unfortunately SEEN a lot of sex on screen lately - too bad I'm not HAVING any.

And since we're already talking about general uncomfort 'down there', I did moksha yoga aka hot yoga the other day for the first time. Apparently, doing yoga in a forty degree room aka a sauna makes sense because it detoxes you moreso than yoga in a regular temperature room. It relaxes your muscles, and makes you more limber - or so you think at the time. Despite the fact that I have not practiced yoga regularly for a few years, and only do a few positions after a session at the gym, I found I was pretty bendy in that hot little room. I was contorting myself into all sorts of positions because I felt that flexible. "Wow! This is great!" I thought. "I can totally do hot yoga!" Until the next morning when I woke up, and my muscles had contracted to their normal level of bendiness (which is not all that bendy at all) and were very, very... pain. ful. I felt flexible when in fact, I'm not actually that flexible. I seem to have pulled every single muscle in my groinal region which makes simple, every day activities like walking a literal pain in the ass and a pain in the va- you know what I mean. I don't know how I did it, I really don't. So how does this relate at all to my raging libido? I'll tell you how. When people see that I'm walking funny, and that I can't cross my legs without wincing, they think that I had a 'busy' weekend, or "a good weekend with the boyfriend" as one cast member put it during rehearsal. No, no, not at all actually. That's not the reason at all. I WISH the reason that I can't walk is that I spent my weekend having copious amounts of sex, but no no, I just did yoga. Poorly.

Okay, so it's time to think about other things. I'm going to read my book on Ch'an Buddhism now. That, or take a cold shower.
6:56 pm