No Sleep Til Brooklyn {day 1&2}

My college is on spring break this week and rather than staying in St. Louis for it, I decided to spend my break splitting my time between my dad’s brother with his family in Brooklyn and my mom’s two sisters in Brooklyn and Manhattan. I’ve been here for less than twenty four hours and I already don’t want to leave.

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Lamb burger for dinner last night. I can never go back to boring food ever again.

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The new World Trade Center building.

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I was incredibly upset to see that I couldn’t take my midday nap in a cemetery. Except… not.

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I went here for lunch today with my aunt. We think the name of it was TriBeCa, but there was no name on the outside or on the menu.

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It was super small too. Only seven tables and it was basically a hole in a wall. I felt so hipster.

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Pretty sure this was straight lemon juice, but it was so good. Every sip had to be chased with water, but it was worth it.

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IMG_4950On the subway back, we were serenaded by this man. I literally love everything about this city.

Interviews, anatomy, and search engines

You know what I love? A roommate who offhandedly mentions “Oh, by the way. I have a few boxes of Girl Scout cookies that I’m not going to eat so you can have them.” I think I’ll keep her around. I also really love good days, of which I am having right now. I am also having a Thin Mint and getting sad that these cookies are only sold what feels like once every decade.

I just finished up an interview to be a student ambassador at my school, which means I would be a tour guide and an overnight host to high school students. This is a job I’ve wanted to have the moment my first tour started back in the day (like a year and a half ago). I literally applied the second I saw a flier for it on campus. I don’t know why this is my weird dream job, but it is. Also, they’re doing emergency hiring for the spring semester, and if I get the position, I’d get $50. Cha ching. That’s like half of a text book, but hey, that’s one less half I have to buy.

I’ve never been interviewed before because I’ve never had a “real” job. My main job in high school was babysitting for friends of the family, so that doesn’t really count. I walked into the interview and was introduced to the two interviewers (one was a student ambassador and I think one was the president of the ambassadors. I got to deal with the head honcho. I was a little freaked out). I had no idea what questions to expect, and the interview started off by the president saying “So, our first question isn’t really a question. It’s more of a command. Tell us a story.” It was at that very moment my life suddenly flashed before my eyes and I realized I didn’t even know who I was. But I wasn’t thinking that. My only thought was “…crap. Wait. Blog.” So I started talking somewhat coherently about my blog, and not only did they both know what Celiac disease was, but one of them had a friend who had it. The wave of relief I felt then was probably similar to jumping out of an airplane and realizing that your parachute does in fact open. That’s the only comparison I can think of. Sorry it doesn’t really make sense.

The rest of the interview went pretty well. They gave me the name of one of the buildings on campus and I had to tell them about it as if they were visitors. Luckily I got the science building, and I was in there for 10 hours a week last semester and 6 hours now. I owned that question. I don’t remember any of the other questions because I was focused on sounding intelligent, which is very hard when you just woke up from a nap like I did prior to the interview. Still not sure how good of an idea that was.

Oh and about the anatomy test and search engine thing. I got my second 100% on an anatomy quiz the other day and I’m really proud of myself. I just wanted to share that because that class is kicking my butt and it’s a big accomplishment for me. And as for search engines, someone found my blog today by googling “my boyfriend called me pudgy.” I’m concerned on many, many levels.

Pasta la vista, nutritious food

I’m not going to say it’s miserable outside, but… Wait. Yeah. It’s miserable.

so much snow

At least the wind chill makes it in the teens or 20s. For a while it was -10 or below.  Speaking of fun, last night my roommate had bid night for her new sorority, and they basically just made her drink vodka and everclear until she was sick. Reason number five billion why I’m not in a sorority. I was with her until 4am because she had been throwing up since she got back around midnight, and I actually think she had alcohol poisoning. I’m absolutely exhausted today and the sun isn’t out. I’m moving to Australia.

It also doesn’t help that I’m still being served prison food.

lemon rice shouldn't exist

This might look appealing, but then again, looks can be deceiving. Like the time I thought a piece of Easter egg shaped chalk was candy. Do you know how awful chalk tastes? I can tell you firsthand that it’s revolting. Whoever designed it like that is a cruel, cruel person. The sad part was that this unfortunate event was only a few years ago…They have a “healthy options” part of the dining hall that almost always has fish and spinach, but the other day they served this for a change. The chicken was decent, but the green beans were undercooked and the rice tasted like lemon/rancid milk. The problem is that after eating gross food you can’t go get normal food. I was craving cereal, but chicken and cereal just doesn’t mix. My meals are usually cut short and I’m hungry 97.5% of the time. And yes, that’s an accurate measurement.

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I literally have no idea what this is. My friend got it and all I know is that those green beans were canned and cold and I think there was chicken in that pasta mess.

broccoli pasta

See a theme? Lots of pasta. Basically every meal includes some sort of under/over cooked penne or spaghetti. Pretty sure this was broccoli alfredo and it wasn’t completely disgusting, but you could taste the heavy cream and butter in it and my life flashed before my eyes as I realized I was dying from high cholesterol.

much needed fruit substitutes

This is was my fridge last week. Half the pineapple was gone within 5 minutes and I have been eating the yogurt with special K for breakfast sometimes. The fresh fruit at the Walmart here is ridiculously expensive and it’s cheaper to get gross canned fruit than the fresh stuff. They also have small tubs of fruit that you can buy, like strawberries and blueberries or sliced cantaloupe. But a small container of those is easily $8+. Also, as hideous as that carpet is, I swear it hides every stain on the planet. I can’t tell you how many times soda or hair dye has been spilled on it and you can’t even see it. Okay, college. So you’re doing at least one thing right.

Speaking of hair dye, this happened.

mermaid hair?

I figured if I’m going to be a nurse and start clinicals in two years, I need to get my funky hair experiments out of the way now. It was supposed to be purple, but I dye my hair a lot and the bleach wouldn’t work on the damaged parts of it, so it’s pink and orange at the bottom and dark purple at the top. My 7 year old sister Brute said that I looked like a mermaid, but with legs and I wasn’t as pretty. My family’s weird.

That’s it. I demand a hunger strike. Except I might get hungry…

This is what I’m paying thousands of dollars a year to eat.

sketchy chicken and dumplings

If I didn’t tell you it was chicken and dumplings, would you have been able to tell? Granted, it isn’t awful tasting but this whole meal is whiter than Justin Bieber. They had carrots seasoned with cayenne pepper that I passed on. It’s like the people who make up the menu have no taste buds. If you listen quietly, you can hear Julia Child weeping from heaven.

dessert

This was the dessert that they served on white food day. I got a cupcake and a blondie because I knew – chances are – one of them was going to be disgusting. I was right. The cupcake was so dry that I couldn’t even pretend to enjoy it, but the blondie had toffee and coconut in it and I was tempted to go up for a second one.

salad and nachos

I can only eat so much salad, but I made myself eat this yesterday because there was only tilapia with rice, enchilada filling minus the tortilla part, and stir fry that I eat all the time. All of it sounded sketchy especially the tilapia. Raise your hand if you trust yourself to eat fish served in the midwest (far from either coast where, you know, fish are typically caught) made by a crappy catering company. No one? That’s what I thought. The nachos sauce is made with real American cheese slices too!

chicken bowl

Chicken bowls are always the best part of everyone’s day. I think they’re served every other week and they’re basically KFC in a bowl. Mashed potatoes, chicken, gravy, corn, and cheese. Oh, and the water machine has been broken for over a week now. So our options are soda, lemonade, or chocolate or 2% milk with every meal. I’m pretty sure they’re trying to fatten us up for slaughter. That’s the only logical conclusion I can come to.

Last night after eating cereal for dinner yet again I went to my room and bought 24 cans of V8 on Amazon in hopes that I can get more vitamins that way. I give up.

Don’t go brachial-ing my heart

It’s 1:30am at the moment. Who knows when I’ll actually get this posted, but there’s some video game tournament going on in the room next to me, so I’m wide awake. I don’t know if I enjoy posting the food that I consume here on a daily basis or if it just makes me sad. I’m thinking sad.

Monday

Dinner

cereal for dinner

Lucky Charms and chocolate milk was my dinner on Monday night. I figured it was the healthiest option compared to the fried catfish in a mysterious brick shape, the chicken bruschetta pizza, or the baked stuffed pork chop weighing in at around 430 calories. And that’s without gravy.

I wanted to attempt to eat well, so I went and got some fruit cocktail.

fruit?

“Fruit.” There are (allegedly) grapes, peaches, pineapple, pears, and cherries in there. The first person to correctly identify them all wins.

Tuesday

Breakfast

breakfast and anatomy

I had an anatomy quiz this morning so I wanted to eat beforehand. Ah yes, it’s our good friend 156% daily value of cholesterol omelet! Whatever. I needed sustenance. The meat marketed as “frizzled ham” was pretty good and the potatoes made me reminisce on better times when there were undercooked hashbrowns instead of those sketchy chunks. The dinning halls got a new brand of coffee which I proceeded to spill all over my pants and hardly anyone said anything. My friends are unfazed by me at this point, which is really nice. It only took me five months to break them in. But I totally aced anatomy and got to poke at different parts of a skeleton’s arm with a stick when naming bones. My lab group finished early and while we were waiting for everyone else to be done I started making up a song to the tune of Don’t Go Breaking my Heart. I realized two things when I was trying to find a way to incorporate the abdominopelvic regions into it:
1. I need to get out of the house/dorm more.
2. I was half singing it all out loud and people were giving me weird looks.

Lunch

pulled pork and salad

No matter how many times I tried to take a good picture of this, it only made the food look grosser. The pulled pork actually only had 190 calories, 1 gram of carbs, and 9 grams of protein. Why I passed up the Big Ole Chicken Burrito that contained 500 calories and 54 carbs is beyond me.

And for the record, nothing in that song rhymes with epigastric, left hypochondriac, or inguinal region. Believe me. I already tried.