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Have Yourself a Merry Finals Week

Ohmagawd. Shoes.

Oh hey there, snowy campus.

Eva!

The beginning of finals at the Ponion.

sho cute.

Darker hair?

Darker hair.

It’s much easier to fall asleep when you stare at this and snow falling outside while listening to Christmas Pipes.

Lookin good, Minneapolis.

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Eighteen Things of November

1 I went to New York twice, and realized that “home” is a bit of a Horcrux to me. Little pieces of me get torn out and planted in places, and it’s just a bit sad that I can’t have all of them. I thought it would have been a relief to be in New York, but it just made me realize how much of me has been ripped out and planted in Minnesota, and begun to grow there. I know it’s not like this for many college students, and where they grew up will always be “home” to them. But my childhood home is kind of trickling away…so I am happy that little pieces of me have other places to be rooted and grow. I have found that the reason going “back home” has always been a little hard for me is because the pieces of me that are left there have been paused. The pieces that fit in there are not what I am, but what I was when I left. For this reason, it always takes a little getting used to and playing catch up to reacquaint my current self with things of my relative past.
2 I both entered and exited the month of November at First Avenue.
3 I went to a concert for the sole purpose of seeing the opening act, but fell in love with the main act. This song of their’s is playing on repeat while I write this.
4 I studied more for an exam than I have since I was probably 13, did really badly, and cried.
5 I voted for the first time. I Voted No, and I voted for President Barack Obama.
6 I wrote my first real abstract.
7 On Thanksgiving, I woke up at 5am (after having gone to sleep at 3am) and went to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade with the one and only Yulia Gusarova. We stood in the military and NYPD family standing area, and no one said anything. We had wonderful holiday lattes, saw marching bands and Cody Simpson, collected confetti, and had a very us time. I then took the LIRR to my grandma’s house for dinner, then drove home, and went Black Friday shopping at midnight, and returned home by 6am. It was a good day. As are any days involving Starbucks, people I love, shopping, and confetti.

8 I did some intense Christmas shopping which has resulted in a sad lack of food in my dorm. At least I have a place to hide the Christmas presents now that my cupboard is empty.
9 A guy in my project group found my amazingly hot (yet incredibly petit) TA on Grindr.
10 I registered for classes for next semester, and 4 of the classes I wanted to take were full. Next semester looks like this: CLA 1002 Composing Your Worlds, ESCI 1005 Geology & Cinema, LING 4002 Linguistic Analysis, CSCL 3456W Sexuality & Culture, PSY 3201 Intro to Social Psychology, and PSY 3801 Introduction to Psychological Measurement & Data Analysis.
11 I didn’t shave for two weeks. I figured…hey. All the cool kids are doing it. (However, at 2:30 am on December 1st, I shaved and it was glorious.)
12 I drank wine from a teacup.
13 I participated in a psychological research project and I think I failed the tests they gave me because I misunderstood the directions. Oops.
14 I played hide and seek outside in my socks at 2 am.
15 I was taking the light rail home from MSP, and took it two stops in the wrong direction. As soon as I realized I was on the wrong train, I got off and waited at this stop in the middle of nowhere. I was the only one there and the next train wasn’t for 18 minutes. Some sketchy dude then came up to me and started speaking to me in Spanish. All I caught was “Buenos noches” and “bonita.” Then he started repeating something and getting a little angry, and I told him I didn’t understand him. Finally he annunciated a little more, and said, “Do you have husband?” I’m going to be honest here. I gave him the face. And unsurprisingly, he stopped talking to me. Then some of his friends joined him, but this relatively normal looking dude showed up on a bike and he was watching was was going on and I just ran onto the light rail car with the most people on it.
16 I Seafarered Catan like a boss.
17 Someone said, “This song requires you to feel it in your hips. If you don’t have hips, Jack and Coke will help you find them.” He also said, “We’re one big family. You love most people, and you really don’t like some people. But still…you know that guy that you really really don’t like? You’re going to end up dancing with him by the end of the night. I’ve seen it 100 times. I’ve been that guy 100 times.” Someone else said, “Now think of everyone you know. Who will do your dental work after the apocalypse?”
18 I went to a concert where they put some beautifully obnoxious black x’s on my hands, but passed around bottles of wine.
I elaborated a bit more for this month because there was an unfortunate lack of posts during November.
“I’m not confused. I’m just well mixed.” Stay fresh, my friends.

Eighteen Things

18 things I did not expect to happen that have happened during my first month of college.
-I really like my roommates
-I love community bathrooms (they’re always so clean and I don’t ever have to be the one to clean it!)
-I chopped off 9 inches of hair
-I got a tattoo
-I got another piercing
-I have the most attractive TA’s EVER
-I walk around singing this song: CLICK ME
-I eat salad every day (what can I say? I love baby spinach)
-I realized that Dr. Bronner was not kidding when he said that his soap has 18 uses
-I watched three different films in my Italian Culture Through Film class whose plots included an old ugly monk having sex with a hot young priest in exchange for a book, a young monk having sex with gypsy and abandoning her, a threesome (in which one of the guys gets jealous and murders the chick), unnecessarily graphic necrophilia, and the sex life of a castrato which always seems to include his brother helping him out
-I finished a pint of Ben & Jerry’s in two days. (Thank God I’ve been exclusively eating salad)
-I started writing a book
-I bought two pairs of pink jeans
-I burned premade cookies (my self-esteem is still trying to recover from that one)
-I lost my favorite soap and started crying about it
-I realized that the only way to focus during an 8pm lecture is to drink coffee and play angry birds to keep me awake
-I bought a bagel and literally threw it away because it was such a sorry excuse for a bagel
-I got really close to winning Settlers of Catan and was then cock-blocked from a perfect win

Suds in the _____; _____ of names.

I’ve developed such an appreciation for people who don’t let unnecessarily negative criticism affect them. If you know me or have been reading this for a while, then you can probably guess that I am always working on that. The only thing that I still struggle with, however, is disregarding negative judgements from people who I admire or care about. I always want to impress those people, and make them proud of me, so I feel like I must respond to their every criticism, when I actually don’t. People will always tell me what they think is best, and what they think will make me happy. And that’s great, because many times, I agree with them. But they do not KNOW what will make me happy, or what is right. But when I know that something will make me happy or otherwise, and someone else is trying to tell me differently, well I can’t just listen. I can’t. I am the only one who will directly deal with those feelings, so I am the only one whose opinion matters in those circumstances. If it turns out that they were right, then I have no one to blame but myself. But if they were wrong? If I listened to someone who supposedly knew me better than I knew myself, and they were wrong about happiness, and as a result I was unhappy because I listened to their advice? Well, then I will be a little pissed at myself for not taking my own advice, but I will mostly be pissed at them for giving me shitty advice. And I will blame them. It’s what I do. I blame. I have to work on that.
I made a bucket list, because I think it’s cool. It’s good to imagine yourself as the person that you will create yourself into…not only does it give you something to look forward to, but it gives you goals, and inspiration. I have a Wall of Stuff (if you get this reference then I love you) where I put the clichéd ticket stubs, pictures, letters, and postcards, but I also put pictures of things that I will one day do, or places that I will go, and people that I will become. That wall makes me sad sometimes, because I look at all of the wonderful things of my past that I miss oh (ehem. oh) so much, and I am just genuinely sad that those times have ended. But then, I see the pictures of the places and people and things of my future, and I am just inspired. I am inspired and excited and renewed, and I just feel so happy that I know I have a future. If everything in this world fails me, all I will have is myself, and as long as such wonderful things as the futures in those pictures exist, then I know I will be fine.
I made a bucket list a few months ago. It’s just the verbal presentation of the ideas that have always been in my head, so I figured, hey- I love lists. I’ll make another list. Then someone close to me told me that bucket lists are stupid. And I was like, “Oh, of course they are. Why did I make a bucket list?! They are so stupid!” But then I realized that I don’t think they are stupid at all. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and if you can change mine, then go for it. I’m pretty malleable in the hands of logic and reason. But if not, then my opinion is the only one that will determine my happiness, so mine is right as far as I am concerned. Thus, ladies and gentlemen of this strange ball of chaos that we call Earth, I present to you, my bucket list.
(Note: This is just how I wrote it, and I did not edit anything from how it was written when it was originally intended for only my eyes. I promise.)
(Another Note: Things will always be added to this bucket list. That’s how they work! THEY GROW!!!)
  1. Write a book.
  2. Make a seriously awesome work of art that I proudly display somewhere in my home.
  3. Bungee jump.
  4. Sky dive.
  5. Go on an adventure to climb some real rocks.
  6. Run a marathon.
  7. Go to India.
  8. See the Northern Lights. YES I KNOW it’s a cliché. But…you know…I believe that the truth lives in the clichés.
  9. Learn how to play the guitar. I think everyone should be able to play the guitar. When you can truthfully say, “Yeah, I play the guitar,” then you automatically gain like 50 life points.
  10. Have a real job that I genuinely enjoy.
  11. Go scuba diving. Finally.
  12. Ski in Switzerland again.
  13. Learn how to ride a motorcycle.
  14. Learn how to save money, then apply that newfound knowledge to my life.
  15. Have a permanent residence in Spain or Italy. Mint green Vespa with tan leather seat and big black furry dog required.
  16. Learn how to play the drums.
  17. Wear the same t shirt every day for an entire summer. This does, however, exclude The Clearwater and Special events. This is thanks to UT. So, thanks.
  18. This one is inappropriate.
  19. This one is also inappropriate.
  20. Go to Mardi Gras in NOLA.
  21. Be a mother and give my children badass names.
  22. Write something awesome that someone else will read.
  23. Dye my hair an unnatural color.
  24. Be in a movie.
  25. See Rufus Wainwright perform again.
  26. Take dance classes again.
  27. Go on a kayaking/rafting adventure vacation and pretend to live in an L.L.Bean catalogue.
  28. Eat a lot of grapefruit.
  29. Record every day for one year.
  30. Not wear makeup or hair products for one month straight. (obviously excludes deodorant, nail polish, and perfume…but no tinted moisturizer.)
  31. Learn another language. Italian and Spanish do not count.
  32. Sing karaoke.
  33. Always be able to run 2 miles straight through.
  34. Bike across the US or some part of Europe.
  35. Travel on the cheap. Biking, perhapsably. #35 will suffice if done luxuriously (as in slowly- no time limit. luxuriating in time!).
  36. Splurge on a pair of power jeans. They will be known as my awesome pants. And when I wear them, I will become exponentially more awesome. If that’s even possible.
  37. Go on a volunteer/mission trip. Or join the Peace Corps. Same thing.
  38. Go to a Pride. Preferably NYC Pride.
  39. This one is also inappropriate.
  40. Be vegan for one month. Or six. Or twelve. Or however long I want.
  41. Buy a really expensive pair of sunglasses that I love, regardless of whether or not anyone else likes them.
  42. Cut my hair off. All of it. Well, not ALL of it. But a lot of it.
  43. Follow my 37 rules for parenting. Or at least read them occasionally to remember what it’s like to be a child.

I’m Going To College.

It’s official: I will be attending the University of Minnesota in the fall!

I have to say that I am actually excited about this. Three weeks ago, I was completely 50/50. I had no idea which school I was going to choose, and UCSD was still hanging out in the back of my mind. I made so many NYU v UMN Pro/Con charts, and all of them were so unfortunately balanced. However, I spoke with two of my professors, my parents, my friends, and my advisor, and my psychology professor in particular said a few things that really pushed me toward UMN.

What you have to understand about my psyc professor is that in her class, every single one of our assignments is about our own goals and ourselves. Therefore, she gets to know all of her students on a really (really really) personal level, and she is able to understand my values how I think about things. I absolutely love her class (The Psychology of Self-Development), and I will definitely use every single thing I learn there to make myself a better person. After a lot of talking about my struggle with the college decision, she said two things that really made sense to me. I had thought about this so much, that to finally hear NEW points and ideas from someone who really knows me was refreshing.

The first thing that she said to me is that I must not let my ego get in the way of making the right decision. Basically, putting “NYU Class of 2016!” on Facebook is a lot more impressive than putting “University of Minnesota Class of 2016!”…and that should not determine what school I choose. I was admitted to both, and that is something to be proud of. The prestige behind the name of NYU and the “cool factor” of living in NYC are not going to ever help me achieve any success in life. If anything, they will hinder my success by blowing up my self-image way beyond any boundary of reason, and furthering whatever ego complex I have already began to develop. NYU is the only “name” school that I was accepted to, and to be honest, I had very little interest in attending before I was accepted. I really don’t know how convincing my “why do you want to attend NYU” essay could have been because I knew nothing about the school. But because it is the most prestigious school that I was accepted to, quite a few people automatically assumed that that’s where I should/would go. Then I began to think that maybe, ego aside, NYU was the better choice because of how it will look on my resume, and how it will affect my acceptances to grad school.

Then my psychology professor said something else to me. She basically said that when I think of NYU, I see flashy lights and glitter and awesomeness [she used my favorite word here], and when I think of UMN, I see something less exciting. (And she was right.) She said to remember that no school can define my success- only I can do that, and that I have my own flashy lights and glitter and awesomeness that will help me throughout my career, and I don’t need a brand name institution to provide that sparkle for me. She also mentioned that she knows how much more impacted by my environment I am than many students, so just to make sure that I am not picking a school because of the name or the prestige, but because it is what school will make me happy for the reasons that I value. Seriously- I love this woman.

After thinking a lot about what she said, I was kind of able to remove my self-image from the equation, and I realized that I was sure that the U of M was where I would be more successful- academically, socially, and emotionally. They take care of their students in a ways that do not benefit them as an institution at all (other than making students want to attend), and I admire that so, so much. Just being good to people for the sake of being good- that’s where it’s at, folks.

I had definitely moved the scale to probably 75-25. Living in Greenwich Village was still incredibly appealing, NYU may have actually offered me an amazing education, and my ego still existed. All I had left to affect my decision was NYU’s Accepted Students Day: Weekend On The Square (that name is kind of ironic now that I think about it, but let’s move on…). I actually wanted NYU to freaking sweep me off my feet and make me demand that my parents lay out $60,000 every year so I could have the time of my life in a violet tshirt. I wanted to finally understand why NYU was such a name, and why everyone knew how amazing it was. Because I didn’t…I mean, I didn’t know why everyone (including myself) was so impressed with the institution, and I wanted to find out.

Yesterday, my mom and I went to the Weekend On The Square. And I was so, so disappointed for a few reasons.

1) Every single person that spoke to us in person and in the little films was a douche bag. Seriously. Every single person thought that they were the shit. I mean, I think I am the shit, but I am well aware that not very many other people think so, and I don’t try to convince other people of this. NYU assumes that everyone wants them, and that the ball is in their court. Examples:

1 When the president of my program spoke to all 900 of us, he told us the 10 reasons that you should NOT go to NYU. I was expecting cute little things like “If you want a mediocre education, do not go to NYU,” or “If you enjoy living in a boring suburb where nothing is happening, do no attend NYU.” But, no. They were actual reasons that he thought would drive people away from NYU. I mean, none of them really applied to me, but still. It’s like saying “We are up here. You are down here. Some of you should not be up here with us because you are not worthy of our coolness.” It was like he expected everyone who was there to just be dazzled by the shiny lights and dying to attend NYU, and he was saying “well, we know that you would absolutely love to go here, but we don’t think all of you should, even though we admitted you.” Douche bag #1.

2 When one of the alumni spoke, well…firstly, he was an absolutely horrible public speaker. He was some kind of musician, and he completely thought he was the coolest thing ever. Like I said, I think I’m pretty cool. But I know that lots of people don’t agree with me, and I don’t expect them to. It was like this guy expected us to be drooling over his coolness, and I really wanted him to just leave. He also said something like, “At NYU, academics and being cool are not at odds with one another.” Well, no shit. Because obviously you have to be pretty smart to get in here, and pretty much everyone is really concerned with being cool. I don’t know. I really, really didn’t like this guy. Douche bag #2

2) Everything took forever. Seriously. I know this shouldn’t make that much of a difference, but NYU is kind of known for its long lines and red tape, and experiencing that on admitted students day was a little frightening. I think the first presentation was supposed to begin at 9:15, and it didn’t begin until 10. Then it took them 45 minutes to figure out how to move all 900 of us like 2 blocks without killing us. Just a little disheartening is all, I guess.

3) Literally, the only thing they kept talking about is how great it is to live in NYC. They didn’t say anything about any kinds of internships or research opportunities, but everything was “in and of the City of New York.” If I just wanted to go to school in Manhattan, I would to to Fordham U at Lincoln Center where I got a $20,000/year scholarship, or CUNY Baruch or something. Living in NYC would be nice, but I have the rest of my life to do that. What I don’t have the rest of my life to do is to have a good college experience, enriched with academic and professional opportunities that you did not once mention.

4) The president kept stressing how great it is that everyone has to take the same exact 12 courses, and that you don’t just choose random classes to fulfill requirements. I like random classes to fulfill requirements. I can pick what kinds of things that I want to learn about, and that’s really cool to me. I don’t really understand what is so great about standardizing all of your students’ education. He said that it was great because you “really learned how to think” through the core classes, but I am pretty sure that any good professor will teach me how to think, and that I don’t need a specific set of courses to do that for me.

5) This was definitely one of the biggest disappointments: I felt really uncomfortable. Yes, living in Greenwich Village would be amazing, but I felt true discomfort during the second presentation. I completely felt like I didn’t belong there, I didn’t belong with any of those people. It’s not that I didn’t belong with that kind of campus, or in NYC in general, but that those kinds of people were not the kind of person that I want to become. Everyone seemed like they were trying to out-do one another, and that’s not what I’m about. I don’t think that’s what anyone should be about, but that’s another story. It was not the kind of academic environment that I will thrive in. And yeah, yeah…there are definitely people like me in the freshman class. There are, and I know that not every single student there is a pretentious snot. There are probably really cool kids in the mix who I’d get along with, but they certainly do not compose the majority. And at Minnesota, every single person that I talked to seemed so cool and so genuine, and it was really refreshing.

There are a few people in my life that whenever I am around them, I try to be the best version of myself. I feel like at NYU, I would not be the best version of myself. I feel like that kind of environment would seriously draw out my flaws, and I don’t want that. I want to be around people who make me better, not people who will bring out the more aggressive, pretentious, bitchy, judgmental parts of me, because they definitely do exist. I want to be around people who will encourage the assertive, humble, kind, and universally awesome parts of me to thrive, and I will find that at the U of M. I found that at the U of M.

I will be completely honest with you guys- I cried like a baby when I got home after not liking NYU. My ego wanted me to love it SO badly. My self-image wanted me to find real reasons to love NYU and to justify begging my parents to lay out enough money for several really nice cars. So, when I felt that discomfort while I sat in the gym of NYU, after seeing an impressive light show, some amazing performances, and some motivating short films, my ego was crying because I knew I would never attend this university. I actually got a little choked up and began to freak out a little bit when everyone was speaking. I felt really afraid, like I was going to make the wrong decision for emotional reasons, but then I realized that it wasn’t a decision based on emotion that I was experiencing, rather an emotional reaction to the inevitable decision that I should not, could not, and would not attend this glittery university. My mother and I were leaving the gym, violet tshirt in hand, and she asked me where to next. I told her that we could go to lunch, and I wanted to go to Lush. Then I smiled a very sad smile and told her that we didn’t have to go on the tour because I had made my decision, and the University of Minnesota would have one awesome student in their class of 2016. She gave me a hug and smiled and asked me if I was sure, and I was. I was so, so sure, but my ego and my self-image were a little sad.

We went to lunch at Chipotle (of freakin course) and walked around Greenwich Village in the beautiful 80 degree weather, did some shopping at Lush, and took a little walk through the park. I kept having little pangs of “Wait a second…” and “Maybe we should go on the tour…,” but I kept reminding myself of how uncomfortable and out of place I felt in that auditorium, and how much I will thrive at the U of M. We drove home, and I ran up stairs to my laptop and confirmed my enrollment at the U. I then began talking to my father, and I started crying. I felt a strange mix of proud, disappointed, excited, and sad. I was proud because I knew that I was doing the right thing, and I knew that for me this was a more difficult decision than for many. I was disappointed because I wanted to know what there was behind the name of NYU, and I just didn’t see anything. My father said something along the lines of, “NYU is like a really smokin hot woman who appears to be perfect, but is really just a hollow bitch.” I thought it was funny that he put it that way, but it was true. I was excited, though, because I genuinely am relieved that the college process is over, and I am definitely looking forward to attending the U this fall. But, I was still a little sad because I had bruised my own ego, and told it to just shut up and let me do the talking. Finally.

So, I cried. And a little part of me was uber pissed at BU for not admitting me to their school even though I was extremely well-qualified and that it was the perfect school for me, but then I kept thinking about how I know, I absolutely know with the utmost certainty, that I made the right decision and that I will be happy at the University of Minnesota. So, folks. There it is. My college search, application, admission, and decision process is complete, and I am genuinely happy about how well everything turned out.