I went to a guided meditation today, and ended up waking myself up from a deep sleep by my own snoring. I hope it didn't disturb everyone else as much as it disturbed me. I used to think that meditation was for people who just had nothing interesting to think about, but the last few months have taught me, if anything, that putting all forms of communication and information in one small device (called a blackberry) is not helping my ADD or ability to focus.

I went to the guided meditation in my yoga pants because my friend told me to wear comfortable clothes. However, afterwards we went to lunch in China Town and spent the day walking around, looking at cute stores, and drinking Boba Tea...all in my yoga pants. Now, yoga pants in West LA is like say, like Member's Only jackets in my fifth grade class, or maybe a short, hoochie-mama dress in salsa. Yoga clothes are the three-piece suits of Santa Monica. Sure, guys might check out my ass, but it's not taken as due to something inappropriate I'm doing. Yoga pants in China Town? Now, that was like wearing leopard print to church.

Anyway, between the snoring, occasional meditative moment, and orange chicken, I had a very relaxing day with my friend, and feel better able to conquer the insanity of the world and my obsession with my phone.

Just for today, I can work on inner-peace.