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This is where I belong.

Guess who's back?

Thanks for sticking through with me. I guess you could say I've been in a bit of a rut lately.. family issues, friend issues, my own mental sanity, etc, etc (can't you just hear the world's smallest violin?).

I know I've said this in previous posts and I know said posts have been spotty but this time I MEAN IT. Because no matter how much it seems like life sucks, no matter how alienated you feel, no matter how busy you are...there's always something to laugh about.

And usually it's me.

I'm back, y'all.

And it's okay for me to say that because I'll be spending this summer interning in Dallas! I have to fit in somehow, right?

Anddddd this is why the world needs me

I saved a stray cat's life last night. Okay, fine, I almost did. My friend called me and told me that she saw a stray cat playing by the sewer. When she looked back, it had fallen in. Cue the movie images of the sewers filled with rushing water, garbage, and who knows what else, a la Finding Nemo. Cue the images of a poor, bedraggled skinny cat gasping for air in the foul water.

I guess I have a rather over-active imagination.

Anyway, she'd called me because she was on her way to class, and couldn't be late. We decided the best route was for me to go check it out, because, you know, who knows better than I how to fish a stray cat out of a sewer?

Turns out the cat did. It actually ran to me, tail up in all its fluffy glory, not a bit like the skinny stray cat I'd pictured....because it was a regular house cat.

So I lied. I didn't save a stuck cat in the sewer, and it wasn't even stray. But it's the thought that counts, right?

this is bad, even for me.

I've hit an all time low in procrastination.

Checked my email and sitting there in my spam folder was a holiday ecard from a random e-card website.

The past 56 minutes have been spent searching and sending the most randomly, awesomely, unfunny e-cards. One of which includes a one and a half week belated Thanksgiving e-card. My friends are going to hate me.

I'm not dead yet

Helloooooo followers, old and new!

Thanks for sticking around-- I really want to punch past Rayna in the face because I've got some major projects coming up that (surprise, surprise) are nowhere close to being done.

Should I find it necessary to continue this cycle of self hate, loathing, destruction, etc, you will undoubtedly see a new post pretty soon.

For even more future Rayna's own sake though, let's hope not--but maybe she'll have learned to deal with it better.

what happens when I attempt yoga

Yoga has a multitude of benefits (via the trusty WebMD):

• increased strength and flexibility
• better posture 
• ease in movement, especially between joints
• less stress and more relaxation

That last one right there is of particular interest to me. I'm either really successful or just plain bad at yoga because whenever I try it, I cannot stop falling asleep. Can't fight child's pose, I suppose.

Child's pose, also known as "beached whale"

Oh yeah? Well my life sucks more than yours!

We all know someone who does this--they counter every single little thing you say just to one-up you. In most cases, this is insufferable, but still tolerable. In the absolute worse case though, when you just need to have a little moment of self pity and throw yourself a pity party to make yourself feel better, The Other Guy needs to go.

Examples:

Me: Wow, I'm kind of tired...

The Other Guy: Yeah? Well I pulled two all nighters this weeks, and I got 3 hours of sleep last night!

Me: I should probably go get some work done...

The Other Guy: Me too...I've got this project due tomorrow and then I have 5 exams and 3 quizzes, man I'm so busy!!

What I wish I could do in these situations:

What normally ends up happening: