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Tuesday, 07 July 2009

  • College Is A Tricky Thing


    UNH

    • Like virtually everything else I've done in my life, I know what to expect with UNH. Like every level of school before now, like my first part-time job, my sister's ventured into the unknown first, and I follow, three years later. I know UNH already. I know about the MUB and HoCo and the different dorms; I know about rainboots and the free movies. It's a safe comfort zone.
    • Along the same lines, I know almost 100 people going there. I obviously want to make new friends, but it's nice to have a security blanket. It's nice to have that comfort. My sister will be there, and Rachel, and about a fifth of Salem High School. In the first few weeks when we're adjusting, I will always have someone to run back to if I'm lonely. I will always have someone there, in person, if I need to talk to someone.
    • UNH has really good food, and lots of variety, so I won't get tired of it.
    • There are about 10,000 people going to UNH, I think. That's 10,000 people to find wonderful friends in. That's way too many people to form cliques. Most of that stuff was eliminated when we got to high school anyway, but the last remnants will be gone, and that's really cool.
    • I can take showers in my sister's suite at Mills, three seconds away from Alexander.
    • The campus is very open, beautiful, and safe. It's a closed in, almost utopian environment in that sense. There's probably virtually no harmful crime and no homeless/creepy people, unless you count Nick Azarian.
    • I can take the train places. I could go home for the weekend or to Boston for the weekend to visit people as well.
    • Most of the people seem pretty typical and nice. They are probably the type who get along with most people well. I consider myself a pretty typical person, too. I don't go out of my way to try to be unique or different or oh-so-creative. UNH students, I think, aren't pretentious or cocky.
    • If I'm going to college, I might as well party. I don't want to drink or smoke once I get older and enter the real world and have more important things to do. But I figure while I'm young and think I'm invincible, I might as well. UNH would be the place to do that. It's pretty much impossible to get caught, I think. Being the number 11 party school in the country or something like that, I can't see RAs being too strict, and I don't think any higher officials step in unless you're with an unrecognized UNH fraternity making meth in your apartment.
    • If I major in English-Journalism, I am probably setting myself up for a more realistic job. It's more mainstream. I'll enter a less obscure, less "starving artist" type lifestyle. I might be able to coax myself into happiness if I pretend get a job as a journalist.
    • UNH is a lot less money than Emerson. To be completely honest, this isn't really a factor for my family. It's just something to consider in case something happens. Also, being who I am, I feel bad using up resources to help pay for my education, so UNH would be the better choice there.

    • I will be following, still, in my sister's footsteps. I feel like I will never break out of them at one point in my life.
    • Journalism is a dying industry. I don't really see myself as a journalist, going up to people for interviews and asking them the hard hitting questions and all that. If I did want to be a journalist and get a good, stable job, it would probably be ludicrous to pass up Emerson, seeing that it's a pretty prestigious program. I really want to be happy with what I do for a living. I don't want to go back to college when I'm 50 and get a new degree in something I wish I had done when I was younger, or because I couldn't get a job with what I did before.
    • There are a lot of idiots going to UNH, if I'm going to be blunt. They're probably not stupid people, but their toolishness hasn't worn off yet or something. Some people it's just a huge WTF factor on how they got in, like Michalea Coakley. Some people I went to school with for 12 years and just want to be done with, like her.
    • I'll have to be in a built-up triple. If I want to have friends to stay over on the weekend (like my junior friends if they want to come up and party), it will be virtually impossible. I don't think my sister would approve, and that'd be rude to her friends, so that's out the window. I don't know where we'd stay if I didn't want to be wicked obnoxious, but I really want to party with old friends and have visitors, so that kind of ruins that whole fantasy aspect of how I imagine UNH would be. Also, a forced triple might just suck. It will be crowded, obviously, and I don't want to be the odd roomate out.




    EMERSON

    • Emerson has its Writing, Lit, and Publishing major. I can imagine myself doing this major, since I am in love with writing, and I've been told I'm talented at it. Emerson makes writing for a living slightly more realistic, which is cool, because I can imagine myself doing it.
    • Emerson has a travel abroad program where you study for a semester in a castle in the Netherlands to get your Gen Eds out of the way. I think weed is legal in the Netherlands. All that aside, this program is just sick. You live in a fucking castle! And you're required to go backpacking around Europe. My sister's friend went, and she loved it.
    • Marijuana is decriminalized in Massachusetts, and you only get fined $100 for under an ounce. This may come in handy. In NH the maximum penalty is $1,000 and 6 months or a year in jail, I think. 
    • The people here, maybe, will be less toolish and more intelligent. We could have conversations over coffee about deep things.
    • There is always something to do in Boston.

    • The food at Emerson isn't that good.
    • Emerson is a lot more expensive than UNH.
    • Emerson isn't a party school. The only people drinking will probably be budding alcoholic writers or poets whose lives will end similarly to Hemingway's. That's really morbid of me to say...
    • I'm worried about people like those above. I don't want that to become me, and to be honest, I'm pretty vulnerable. I don't want to be a depressed writer, addicted to stuff and like, enjoying rain, and eating only coffee. I don't want to indulge that side of me too much. I could enjoy what I do, but doing that could also make me a rather depressed person. This is a really big deal for me.
    • I want to get a job. I don't want to be a starving artist. I would try to do something practical at Emerson, but I don't know.
    • The people at Emerson might annoy me. They might be to emo and complain too much, even thought they're all just rich kids who complain. I mean, if they can pay for Emerson, their life probably isn't too bad. Please note that I realize writing this is probably hypocritical. Anyway, the people at Emerson seem kind of pretentious. They know they're intelligent and they're obnoxious about it. I guess everyone wants to be the next big thing.
    • This deserves its own con category. People at Emerson seem to think that they're really unique and cool and nonconformists. People who think they're really cool because they don't dress like everyone else, or listen to bands nobody else listens to, piss me off SO MUCH. Like , I don't have words. We're all basically the same stupid little human person. UGH. Haha, yeah, so that might get to me...
    • I feel like half of this was just to say that I got in.
    • There are only about 3,000 people going to Emerson. That might be a little too small for my tastes.
    • Moving to the city would be the biggest culture shock ever. No more sheltered little Windham, New Hampshire. I don't know if I like the city. I don't like how it smells. I don't like how the roads are never empty. Homeless people disturb and scare me, because I'm really not used to them. There's a lot of sketchy people that probably come from Dorchester or Roxbury or something. I don't know.

    Honestly, stripped down it comes to this: I'm not just choosing where I'll be living for the next four years and what I'll be doing as a career. I'm also choosing what I want my personality to be like. It's like two vastly different, very distinct paths.

    I don't know which one will make me happy. Either could have potential to make me miserable. I don't know. And I really hate this. I hope one of them rejects me forever so I don't have to decide, kind of.
    Help me decide.

Thursday, 02 July 2009

  • I'm In!

    I got into Emerson College for the January 2010 semester! : )

    I'm so pumped! : )

    Now I need to reassess my plans for the next four years of my life, consider how it will be to live in Boston, KLDLDFSKHFSILDFH OMG! OEWJODFJDSH didn't expect this!

    should i go to school for 6 months or take it off!? wosjdofQWOW!

Monday, 22 June 2009

  • How I Stayed Skinny

    Two years ago, I was 5'4" and 109 pounds. I was extremely toned and skinny; I barely had an ounce of fat on my body. This is how I did it:

    1. I would try to limit myself to under 1,800 calories a day. This was a general rule, and one that I didn't follow strictly. I would simply keep a running count in my head throughout the day, and if I didn't know the exact value of something, I wouldn't fret, I'd just estimate the amount and add it on. I never actually wrote what I ate down in a food log, though. I would eat around six meal of 300 calories each every day. If, for some reason, I had a higher calorie meal, I would simply omit another meal.

    2. I would eat the same thing for breakfast each day, and I would always eat breakfast. I always had a Nature Valley Crunch granola bar, the peanut butter kind. They have 180 calories each, and would fill me up until lunchtime.

    3. I would never eat more than 300 calories at lunch. I would check the nutrition facts on everything that was pre-packaged and if it had more than 300 calories, I wouldn't finish it. For instance, if I got a bagel for lunch, I wouldn't get cream cheese, because that would bring the meal over 300 calories. If I had an uncrustable, which has about 340 calories if I remember right, I wouldn't eat anything else for lunch that day. Sometimes for lunch I'd get something as light as a bag of Sun Chips, about 140 calories, and a small cup of soft serve frozen yogurt, about an additional 100 calories. This would hold me over through cross country practice until dinner around 5:00.

    4. I would never eat anything with Trans Fat. As a general rule, I knew that things with Trans Fat are unhealthy, so I'd just avoid them completely. Cheese Its, for instance, have half a gram per serving, so I wouldn't eat them. Hydrogenated oils are basically the same thing as Trans Fat, so I'd avoid those, too.

    5. I would have at least two water bottles a day. They kept me feeling full so I wouldn't mistake my hunger for thirst. It was very important since I was running so much. I would have some water at dinner, an entire water bottle at lunch to help me feel full, and another before, during, and after cross country practice.

    6. I didn't allow myself to eat anything after 8:00 at night. There wasn't really any reason for this rule, it was just good for keeping the calories down. Even if I went to bed at 1:00, I'd just make myself suffer. Typically while I was this skinny I was going to bed around 10:00, though, and getting a good 8 hours of sleep a night. I think sleeping that much probably played a big role in keeping my weight down as well.

    7. I didn't allow myself to drink anything with calories in it, except for on special occasions. So, my drink options were mainly: Diet Coke and Pepsi, Water, Crystal Light, and other diet beverages. If I went out to eat on my birthday, I would allow myself to get a strawberry lemonade or a smoothie. Cutting out calorie laden beverages was probably extremely beneficial.

    8. I did 100 situps each night, along with a full pilates ab routine. There were no exceptions to this rule, no matter how tired or sick I was. I did it no matter what. It only took about ten to fifteen minutes once I got the entire thing down. The pilates targeted every area of my abs, so they were extremely toned. I had a four pack, and I had no rolls, only little skin folds. I fit into size two jeans.

    9. I ran 25-30 miles a week at a relatively fast pace. This was probably one of the most crucial parts of keeping my weight down. I burned a ton of calories this way. Every weekend I competed in a 5k, which I would complete around 22:00. I would run miles around 6:00. Running long, fast, and often certainly kept my weight way down. It also helped me feel good.

    10. I weighed myself every single day. This was I could know where I was headed. If my weight went up, I'd pay extra attention to what I would eat the next day. If it went down, I would celebrate.

    One day I had an epiphany and decided I could weigh whatever I wanted, so I broke, gradually, all of these rules. My weight slowly and surely increased from 109 to 112 to 115 to 118. It then went from 120 to 123 to 125 go 128 to 130 to 132 to 134, where it typically stands now. It took two years for my weight to increase that much. I am now a size 8.

    As a warning this diet may not have been too healthy. While at this weight, I stopped getting my period for six months. I did not start getting my periods again until I hit 115 pounds. The cessation of a period due to lack of body fat is known as amenorrhea, and it's not healthy. So, this diet as a whole may be dangerous, but maybe you can take away bits and pieces of it that might be helpful for your own diet. Everyone's body is different, though, so go with what you think is healthy.

    I am now 135 pounds and still 5'4". I eat whatever I want and do not exercise compulsively anymore.

     
     
    These aren't the best pictures from back then to show it, but I was around 109 pounds at this point in the two photos above. That dress no longer fits me; my boobs pop out and because of the size of my hips it's too short and barely covers my butt. That's okay because I find the dress pretty hideous and trashy these days.



    This is me at 135.

Tuesday, 16 June 2009

  • Real Women Do, In Fact, Have Curves

     The phrase "real women have curves" has been misinterpreted by many people, it seems. First, there are those who use this line as a self-defense mechanism for being overweight.



    Not many people in their right mind would declare this woman curvy. Curvy is not synonymous with overweight. It means that a woman remains a healthy weight, but is not skin in bones. She has hips, boobs, a butt, and maybe a little bit of jelly around her belly, but not enough to be considered unhealthy.

    People who fit this description of curvy are, in fact, real women. They are probably the most natural of body types, yet they are very rarely portrayed in the media, and they are almost never glamorized the way size two and size zero women are. Why are curvy women "real?" Because, naturally, eating a natural and healthy amount of food, women look this way. Starving oneself is not natural and therefore not "real;" gorging is also neither natural nor "real."

    Of course, though some people seem to take it this way, "real" is not meant literally in this case. Every woman, despite her size, whether seventy pound of seven hundred, is a real, living, breathing, human being. Nobody's a hologram here--so that debate can be put to an end quite quickly. "Real" encompasses, in this situation, the words healthy and natural.



    There is nothing natural about the girl, clearly sick, on the left in this photo. I do not consider her a "real woman" in that she was not born to be this way, naturally.



    Skinny women shouldn't feel like they're being attacked by the "real women have curves" campaign. I doubt the young woman pictured above will ever be denied the fact she's absolutely beautiful just because she's thin. The point is that, for what seems like an eternity, super skinny have been glorified. The movement isn't to detract from the glory that skinny women have always had, but to convince those of us who are not a size two that we're still attractive human beings, despite our breasts and thighs. Clearly, people still like skinny women and consider them attractive. The "real women have curves" movement is just trying to spread that love.



    I don't see gorgeous girls in the media like America often. She's so beautiful, and she's clearly healthy, not overweight. She's the perfect depiction of a curvy women, someone who people my age should look up to bodywise--NOT emaciated figures like Lindsay Lohan or the Olsen twins. America's body is real.



    This girl is real and beautiful, too. I wish we saw people like her more often in magazines. Though on the thin side, she has thighs and boobs; in short, she isn't a stick. Seeing people like her convinces me that I don't need to starve myself, that I can remain my own weight and be confident about it, too. I wish I had seen pictures like these as a Freshman and Sophomore, when I restricted my eating, dropped to 109 pounds and skipped my period for a full year.

    130 is just as beautiful as 100. Being 80 pounds isn't natural unless you're thirteen and haven't gone through puberty yet or you're extremely short. Be real, be happy, and be healthy. Eat a slice of your own birthday cake. : )

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