Food?

So this morning I watched a DVR-d episode of Oprah about, well, food. She was inspired by the documentary Food, Inc. (which I have not seen and don't plan on it because A. I read Fast Food Nation and B. I can do without seeing more of the footage they showed on the show, thankyouverymuch).

But it seriously raises A LOT of ideas about food. And I flirt with this idea all the time. Usually after seeing footage of baby chicks but whatever.

So my new thing is eating real food. Like, as unprocessed as possible. Which is a ridiculous goal, I know, and I fail at it a lot but for instance, I try to eat carrots instead of potato chips with my sandwich at lunch. Carrots - unprocessed! Woo!

And I tend to eat meat only once a day (failed at this yesterday. My mom made me brinner and I was dying for some bacon with it, after having eaten some steak at lunch. My b.)

I don't think I could ever go fully vegetarian, because I like meat. And I think this is OK, because I don't love it. I'm perfectly fine eating a really good cheeseburger every once in awhile than eating red meat all the time. And I can justify this because I do think humans were meant to eat meat. Not the way it's being handled in the farms right now, sadly, but humans have been eating meat since the hungry Asians chased the wooly mammoths across the ice bridge and started North America. Seriously. And I think if chickens and pigs were treated more ethically, than they would definitely fall under the title of "real food."

Michael Pollan, an author who writes about food and was featured on this Oprah episode, has been gaining a lot of buzz lately with his new book "Food Rules" and his mantra: "Eat food. Not too much. Mostly plants." Ima try to follow this.

The Price for Eating Yogurt

So I buy a yogurt today while at Target doing some shopping, as part of my airport lunchie.

Hmmm. No spoon. Can't get through security with it. So I start asking around the food places before security, to see if I can't just have a plastic spoon.

No, apparently I can't. I had to pay 16 cents at Applebee's.

Good yogurt though!

Funny story

So long time no update, readers. I feel bad, but I am BURIED under schoolwork and midterms. But that's OK, because spring break is the light at the end of the tunnel! But I just wanted to share one funny story.

So I stayed up late Wednesday night, working on a paper (didn't finish, no big deal). And didn't put on make-up this Thursday morning (or this morning either for that matter), so it is dark circle central up in here.

The scene: Me, walking to the Pier. It is really really sunny out, so can't really see anything either.

Kevin Grayson, football player/coolest person ever is walking toward me. Little do I know that a teammate of his is behind me. So yes, it's sunny, it looks like K-Gray is looking RIGHT at me. He asks, "How late did you stay up last night?"

And I was like OH MY GOD ARE MY DARK CIRCLES THAT BAD?!? So I say "Wait, are you talking to me?!?"

He laughs and I realized that there was another guy behind me. So I laugh it off and say "Because I was up really, really late!"

Anyway: need to remember my sunglasses. need to not slack on sleep. and Kevin Grayson is awesome!!

And now it's offically Spring Break!! Ow ow NOLA here I come! Am drinking wine and doing laundry - great night!

Debbie Downer? Realistic Rhonda?

I just made Realistic Rhonda up. In case you were curious.

Ok so this may be a bit Debbie Downer, and I don't want to create a self-fulfilling prophecy or what not, but I thought I had figured out what the difference between high school and college is. And it's not co-ed bathrooms.*

Anyway, I have always thought that I could do/get pretty much whatever I wanted, just by working hard. I wanted to join a sorority, so I did. I wanted to work on the newspaper, so I applied. I wanted to learn to run, and I stuck with that (although those blisters are killer). I wanted to make friends at college, and finally, as a second-semester junior, I feel that I finally fit in here.

And at the end of my sophomore year of high school, I realized that I wanted to get into a really good college. And that I wanted to improve my grades, so I did, just by studying harder than I ever had before. And I did it. Sure, I didn't get into some good universities, but they accept like .1 percent of applicants. But I did get in here, and not to toot the school's horn or anything, but academically, it's hot shit.

But, I've lately started to think about this difference between high school and college. In high school, working hard = high grades. In college, it's smartness = high grades. I feel like no matter how much effort I put into a story, or how closely I do the reading, I just can't make it work. As if, as if I'm just not smart enough.

Anyway, this lead to major breakdown, which my suitemate Ellen helped me out of. Basically, she said some things that did make a lot of sense. One of which is that it is midterms time and I think I am just beyond stressed thinking about everything that has to be completed before Spring Break.

Sudden thought: Why do I care about grades so much? Yes, I need a good transcript to get into Law School, but I'm not even sure I'd do well there. After all, I really don't think I'm smart enough (evidenced by the fact that I literally understand nothing a professor says until like 5 minutes later). But maybe I just don't want to go? Good grades, show what? Show that I'm smart? That I've worked hard? Both? So what do bad grades show? That I'm stupid and didn't put in enough effort? Basically. Did I burn out after high school? I've never been smart, I am positive of this. I'm just a hard worker. So what am I cut out for in life? I'd like to think that the real world is another high school - that if I put in the hard work, I'll rise to the top. But to the top of what? We've been put in this ridiculous rat race, and I can't shake it. It's all one big contest, even more so than high school. A contest on who can say the more insiteful crap about feminism in Emerson's work (and honestly, who wants to sound that conceited? English majors, pull yours head out of your asses and talk in laymen terms please (I'm only a minor, a self-proclaimed stupid one at that, so I'm allowed to say this)).

I think I know what I like to do. I like working in a group environment (hello, Collegian and Alpha Chi exec!) and I like being creative (this blog). Ok, future solved.

*Well we don't have those. But I was thinking of the fiction Pembroke of 'Boy Meets World'. Anyway.

Friendly Faces, Everywhere

Ok, I don't know what the title of that is. Kind of cheesy I know. But it's true! Ok, sometimes I do hate on my school, because some girls are kinda bitchy/aloof.

But the ones I do know and are my friends are pretty effin awesome! And this post goes out to some general awesome people here:

- Dean Landphair: You are cool, you are from NOLA, and your son is adorable. Basically. And it's clear that you really enjoy your job! Woo Westhampton College!

- Emily and Liz: Yes it was just the three of us at our table during Westhampton Council dinner, but you guys were awesome and it was a pleasure talking to you two!

- Lady at the Pier who I don't know your name but you are so adorable: Thanks for being friendly, and always telling me what variety of bagels are available. I always try to go to your cash register!

So just a shout-out to those awesome people, even though they do not read this blog. And everyone, just be awesome because it makes my life more fun!

Random thought

Not that I don't have a fulfilling life, because I think that I definitely do. But sometimes something just feels a bit off.

And just now I realized. It's because when I'm at school I never read for fun!

When I'm on break, I go through so many books. But it seriously falls by the wayside at school and I'm not sure why.

Maybe this is something that I have to accept, and know that my post-college years will be filled with lots of reading. But I will try to make an effort to sneak some more pleasurable reading in there.

And I am a nerd. The End.

Happy Fat Tuesday!

Ok, Richmond much better today! Thank you Shelby for being concerned about me!

Good thing about today: I just ran almost two miles without stopping! I have NEVER run that far without stopping!! I can do anything now! Pretty much.

AND in other fitness news, I did my first chaturanga yesterday in yoga.

It looks a little something like this:


Photo Credit: saddleback.edu

I am sure I did not look that good, but the closest I have ever made it.

Any suggestions on what I should do for Spring Break? I am at a loss.