Day 4
Feeling GREAT! This stuff is really giving me some great energy throughout the day. Although, I do feel a bit jumpy and jittery sometimes. It's giving me energy to workout like crazy, and do more sit-ups, more arm workouts, more time on the elliptical. And it's definitely curbing my appetite. Also, I've noticed that you should definitely either eat or have just a little something to eat when you take the pills, or something shortly after. It definitely avoids some tummy aches.
Day 5
More of the usual...you'll definitely be using the potty in the morning after taking those cleanse pills. Sometimes more than once. Yup, I know, it's kinda gross, but hey this IS a cleansing product. Today was slightly harder to keep up with my cardio routine, but I still got it done! I did way more ab workouts this time too, and my stomach feels so much tighter than ever!
Overall so far I can DEFINITELY tell something is changing with my body, in a very good way. I feel lighter, healthier, and slimmer. My abs feel tighter and my arms look smaller. Everything so far is going well, some slight tummy aches here and there, and a few times I had to run to the bathroom (ha!) but other than that, I definitely think it's working!
25 February 2010
22 February 2010
Quick Trim: Quick Fix or Quick Nothing?
Okay so as many of you know, I started the Quick Trim diet a few days ago. So, here I will lay it all out, all my adventures, mishaps and triumphs on the QT.
So I bought it at Wal-Mart (LOL) for $29. Not too bad considering at GNC it's a whopping $59! Half off the GNC price? Um yes please! Checking out the plan here are the main rules:
*Pop the PM Cleanse pills twice daily: Once in the morning when you wake up, and once before bed.
*Pop the AM Burn pills twice daily as well: Before workout sessions or between your meals.
(That's 8 pills a day, by the way.)
*Workout plan: twice a day, 30 or 40 minute intervals each. Or one hour cardio. But here's the thing; it says to either do some walking, jogging, or biking...my guess is if you get a really hard 30-40 minute workout in you should be okay. And it doesn't state to do any strength training (like sit-ups, arm circles, etc.) but mentions you can if you want to.
*The diet: UGH. Low sodium, low/high carb days change every other day (i.e. good carbs, NOT bread and bad stuff). But overall, the calorie intake is around 1000 a day. Sodium intake is forbid for the second week so the body can totally flush it out. Makes sense.
Here's my dielemma:
1) NO way of cooking my own food. I live at my sorority house and we can't use the stove or oven. Awesome.
2) There are NO frozen meals that have a small amount of sodium in them. Awesome.
3) I have a pretty hectic schedule which prevents me from having the 4 meals a day.
So here's what I'm doing. I'm going to also follow the Special K challenge these two weeks. It will keep my calorie count down and yet still give me a good amount of nutrients and what not. For my third meal I'm just going to have to wing it and find a good alternative meal.
Day 1
Feeling good. The pills are a bit much to have to take each day but so far so good! They give me tons of energy and actually make me want to drink tons of water.
Day 2
Well. If Quick Trim can be summed up in as few words as possible, I'd choose MAKES YOU SHIT LIEK CRAZY! Yup. This stuff makes you poop poop poop like crazy. I'd definitely not recommend this to any of you who do not have steady access to a potty. And my stomach hurt basically all day too. Even after I ate food. I tried working out, but I could only muster up 20 minutes on the elliptical since I felt like I was going to throw up. Guess it's just my body's way of getting used to the pills?
Day 3
More poop, ha. Feeling better but definitely could not take a nap since I was so jittery all day. Stomach is feeling better than yesterday, but I feel bloated. Like my stomach needs to bloat out and then after another week it will shrink? Let's hope so.
I'll keep you all posted!
So I bought it at Wal-Mart (LOL) for $29. Not too bad considering at GNC it's a whopping $59! Half off the GNC price? Um yes please! Checking out the plan here are the main rules:
*Pop the PM Cleanse pills twice daily: Once in the morning when you wake up, and once before bed.
*Pop the AM Burn pills twice daily as well: Before workout sessions or between your meals.
(That's 8 pills a day, by the way.)
*Workout plan: twice a day, 30 or 40 minute intervals each. Or one hour cardio. But here's the thing; it says to either do some walking, jogging, or biking...my guess is if you get a really hard 30-40 minute workout in you should be okay. And it doesn't state to do any strength training (like sit-ups, arm circles, etc.) but mentions you can if you want to.
*The diet: UGH. Low sodium, low/high carb days change every other day (i.e. good carbs, NOT bread and bad stuff). But overall, the calorie intake is around 1000 a day. Sodium intake is forbid for the second week so the body can totally flush it out. Makes sense.
Here's my dielemma:
1) NO way of cooking my own food. I live at my sorority house and we can't use the stove or oven. Awesome.
2) There are NO frozen meals that have a small amount of sodium in them. Awesome.
3) I have a pretty hectic schedule which prevents me from having the 4 meals a day.
So here's what I'm doing. I'm going to also follow the Special K challenge these two weeks. It will keep my calorie count down and yet still give me a good amount of nutrients and what not. For my third meal I'm just going to have to wing it and find a good alternative meal.
Day 1
Feeling good. The pills are a bit much to have to take each day but so far so good! They give me tons of energy and actually make me want to drink tons of water.
Day 2
Well. If Quick Trim can be summed up in as few words as possible, I'd choose MAKES YOU SHIT LIEK CRAZY! Yup. This stuff makes you poop poop poop like crazy. I'd definitely not recommend this to any of you who do not have steady access to a potty. And my stomach hurt basically all day too. Even after I ate food. I tried working out, but I could only muster up 20 minutes on the elliptical since I felt like I was going to throw up. Guess it's just my body's way of getting used to the pills?
Day 3
More poop, ha. Feeling better but definitely could not take a nap since I was so jittery all day. Stomach is feeling better than yesterday, but I feel bloated. Like my stomach needs to bloat out and then after another week it will shrink? Let's hope so.
I'll keep you all posted!
19 January 2010
I-96. Exit 117A. East Bound. 911...
So I'm sure many of you are wondering why I've been acting the way I have since this past Monday, Jan 18. I witnessed something that I pray that none of you ever have to see in your own lives. I'm forever scarred from what I saw. So, as a way of getting over it, I'll tell you here exactly what happened.
I was driving on east bound I-96 on Monday January 18, it was about 2pm. Listening to some Allison Krauss to calm me down, I was driving in the left lane, another car ahead of me, behind me, and in the right lane several yards in front of me, a semi truck. Just then, the semi began to sort of swerve, and just started going to the right, onto the shoulder. I didn't really realize what was happening until after it actually happened.
The semi hit the guardrail, smashing it to the ground, and then a small bridge. The impact flipped the semi over, the front carriage smashing all about. Things were flying, cars were screaching to a hault. The car in front of me stopped short, so I had to swerve slightly to the right. My heart pounding, adreneline rushing through my entire body, I'm shaking. Immediately as my car finally stopped, people begin to get out of their cars, rushing to the semi. The smells...like burnt oil and tires. I look behind me, and then in front of me, trying to find a way out. But there's something blocking my way out. I glance at it once, then again, and again. My heart sinks. It's the driver's body. Twisted and mangled up. I honestly didn't even see a head on the body...just a burnt bloody spot where one should be...or maybe not, I really don't know. The torso was twisted...arms and legs just spread out on the road. People were screaming, on their phones, one man stood over the body and kept others away from it.
I immediately grabbed my phone and dialed 911. I could hear my voice shaking as I told the operator where I was on I-96, and what happened. Later on I remembered that I think I told her I was on west 96, but I was sure than with all the other 911 calls that were probably going on they put it together that it was in fact east. I told the operator that the driver was lying on the ground, she asked if he was pinned under the car. No, I told her, he's just sprawled out in the middle of the road. I could hear her repeating to a dispatcher that the driver had been ejected from the semi. I then told her that fuel was spewing out of the tank as well (might be where the rumor that it was a tanker semi started). She repeated back everything I was telling her to the dispatcher. People gathered all around my car. I was shaking. The man who was guarding the body told the woman in front of me to move, and I did the same. I started out slowly, the 911 operator taking down my name. She didn't tell me to stay, so I didn't. Looking back, I probably should've. I saw everything from the first moment it happened. But I had it in my head t get out of there...the fuel...what if it blew up? I had to get out. I had to keep driving. So I did.
I was shaking and taking deep breaths. I resisted going over 70 in fear of what may happen. I stopped a few miles down at a gas station, called a few friends and my parents. My dad was the most worried, he said to call him tonight. I thought what for? I'm okay. I grabbed a big bottle of water at the gas station and went back on my way. I made it to Novi and I got my Lush products, the whole reason for the trip. Adreneline was still pumping through me, which was probably why I was able to put on a good front. Then I got back in my car. Each semi I passed freaked me out. Then I started to feel...odd. Sad and unsure of what to do. I thought that I was just faking it to be honest. Like I wasn't really feeling like this, but was...faking it? Then I passed the semi wreck on my way back...I hyperventilated. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see because I was crying hysterically. I went to the side of the highway to recouperate. I was clawing my side window, trying to block what I was seeing, I think. That's when it all hit me. I was in shock, I was going through something horrible. I needed help.
I saw a trauma counselor yesterday right when I came home and I'm seeing one today as well. I just don't know when I will be completely okay. I really don't know if I ever will...I might be 99% there...but even when I don't close my eyes, I see the driver. Maybe if I didn't see that, I would be better, but I just don't know. It doesn't seem real to me. It doesn't feel like it really happened. How could this happen? Did it really? It seems ages ago and it was less than 24 hours. I feel out of my own body. I feel lightheaded and yet heavy.
I am getting help. Thanks for reading this long story. I just thought many of you were wondering what exactly happened, and I just thought to write a few things down before my brain tries to block it all out completely. Thank you to all who have been there for me through this. It will take a while for me to get back to being myself, but I'm getting there. Just stick with me. I love you all. Thank you.
I was driving on east bound I-96 on Monday January 18, it was about 2pm. Listening to some Allison Krauss to calm me down, I was driving in the left lane, another car ahead of me, behind me, and in the right lane several yards in front of me, a semi truck. Just then, the semi began to sort of swerve, and just started going to the right, onto the shoulder. I didn't really realize what was happening until after it actually happened.
The semi hit the guardrail, smashing it to the ground, and then a small bridge. The impact flipped the semi over, the front carriage smashing all about. Things were flying, cars were screaching to a hault. The car in front of me stopped short, so I had to swerve slightly to the right. My heart pounding, adreneline rushing through my entire body, I'm shaking. Immediately as my car finally stopped, people begin to get out of their cars, rushing to the semi. The smells...like burnt oil and tires. I look behind me, and then in front of me, trying to find a way out. But there's something blocking my way out. I glance at it once, then again, and again. My heart sinks. It's the driver's body. Twisted and mangled up. I honestly didn't even see a head on the body...just a burnt bloody spot where one should be...or maybe not, I really don't know. The torso was twisted...arms and legs just spread out on the road. People were screaming, on their phones, one man stood over the body and kept others away from it.
I immediately grabbed my phone and dialed 911. I could hear my voice shaking as I told the operator where I was on I-96, and what happened. Later on I remembered that I think I told her I was on west 96, but I was sure than with all the other 911 calls that were probably going on they put it together that it was in fact east. I told the operator that the driver was lying on the ground, she asked if he was pinned under the car. No, I told her, he's just sprawled out in the middle of the road. I could hear her repeating to a dispatcher that the driver had been ejected from the semi. I then told her that fuel was spewing out of the tank as well (might be where the rumor that it was a tanker semi started). She repeated back everything I was telling her to the dispatcher. People gathered all around my car. I was shaking. The man who was guarding the body told the woman in front of me to move, and I did the same. I started out slowly, the 911 operator taking down my name. She didn't tell me to stay, so I didn't. Looking back, I probably should've. I saw everything from the first moment it happened. But I had it in my head t get out of there...the fuel...what if it blew up? I had to get out. I had to keep driving. So I did.
I was shaking and taking deep breaths. I resisted going over 70 in fear of what may happen. I stopped a few miles down at a gas station, called a few friends and my parents. My dad was the most worried, he said to call him tonight. I thought what for? I'm okay. I grabbed a big bottle of water at the gas station and went back on my way. I made it to Novi and I got my Lush products, the whole reason for the trip. Adreneline was still pumping through me, which was probably why I was able to put on a good front. Then I got back in my car. Each semi I passed freaked me out. Then I started to feel...odd. Sad and unsure of what to do. I thought that I was just faking it to be honest. Like I wasn't really feeling like this, but was...faking it? Then I passed the semi wreck on my way back...I hyperventilated. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see because I was crying hysterically. I went to the side of the highway to recouperate. I was clawing my side window, trying to block what I was seeing, I think. That's when it all hit me. I was in shock, I was going through something horrible. I needed help.
I saw a trauma counselor yesterday right when I came home and I'm seeing one today as well. I just don't know when I will be completely okay. I really don't know if I ever will...I might be 99% there...but even when I don't close my eyes, I see the driver. Maybe if I didn't see that, I would be better, but I just don't know. It doesn't seem real to me. It doesn't feel like it really happened. How could this happen? Did it really? It seems ages ago and it was less than 24 hours. I feel out of my own body. I feel lightheaded and yet heavy.
I am getting help. Thanks for reading this long story. I just thought many of you were wondering what exactly happened, and I just thought to write a few things down before my brain tries to block it all out completely. Thank you to all who have been there for me through this. It will take a while for me to get back to being myself, but I'm getting there. Just stick with me. I love you all. Thank you.
14 December 2009
Hello World. It's Me, Julie.
Wow.
Haven't blogged since September. Yikes. Lots has happened since then, I must confess.
So. Here's an update for anyone who cares to know.
New Plans.
So, I've come to the crazy conclusion that I might not take a fashion route at all. Well, eventually yes. I will always love fashion. In the annoying pun that it is, fashion is my passion. But, here's what I'm thinking. Wedding Planning. Crazy? Maybe not. After all, I think I have a knack for details and hey, I really do love weddings. I love planning any kind of event, whether it's with my girls or even my own birthday party, I love being a part of the process, I feel like I have to be part of the process. Otherwise I hate not knowing what's going on. I like having the "power" to plan the party. It makes me feel...accomplished...or just good when a party goes fabuously and it's all my doing. Doesn't that sound great?
So, here are the plans. This summer I already have an office job at VIP full-time, event planning and doing various work around their office. So, I'll make contacts and network like crazy. Hello, Chicago! You will know my name very soon. Then, possibly in August or October, I'll begin working again for David's Bridal or I'm hoping to work at a more upscale bridal boutique. Just in time for Bridal Christmas. Then, come the beginning of wedding season, I'll hopefully begin to intern at a wedding planner and possibly take a course on wedding planning! C'est parfait. See? I have some plan for my future.
The Boy.
Oh boy.
Could it be?
Really?
Can it be true?
Have I found...The One???
I believe I have. Honestly, I have never, ever, ever felt this happy in a relationship. Never have I felt this secure and genuinely happy. And the best part? He loves me. And he's sure as hell not afraid to show it at all. It's simply astounishing. But, I won't bore you to death or make yourselves want to gag with all this mushy crap. For now, he will be known simply as T. And I am sure that you will be hearing much about him on a constant basis. So get used to it! Ha.
Well, so far, that's that. Hopefully I'll have some more updates for you on a much constant basis.
xoxo,
JT.
Haven't blogged since September. Yikes. Lots has happened since then, I must confess.
So. Here's an update for anyone who cares to know.
New Plans.
So, I've come to the crazy conclusion that I might not take a fashion route at all. Well, eventually yes. I will always love fashion. In the annoying pun that it is, fashion is my passion. But, here's what I'm thinking. Wedding Planning. Crazy? Maybe not. After all, I think I have a knack for details and hey, I really do love weddings. I love planning any kind of event, whether it's with my girls or even my own birthday party, I love being a part of the process, I feel like I have to be part of the process. Otherwise I hate not knowing what's going on. I like having the "power" to plan the party. It makes me feel...accomplished...or just good when a party goes fabuously and it's all my doing. Doesn't that sound great?
So, here are the plans. This summer I already have an office job at VIP full-time, event planning and doing various work around their office. So, I'll make contacts and network like crazy. Hello, Chicago! You will know my name very soon. Then, possibly in August or October, I'll begin working again for David's Bridal or I'm hoping to work at a more upscale bridal boutique. Just in time for Bridal Christmas. Then, come the beginning of wedding season, I'll hopefully begin to intern at a wedding planner and possibly take a course on wedding planning! C'est parfait. See? I have some plan for my future.
The Boy.
Oh boy.
Could it be?
Really?
Can it be true?
Have I found...The One???
I believe I have. Honestly, I have never, ever, ever felt this happy in a relationship. Never have I felt this secure and genuinely happy. And the best part? He loves me. And he's sure as hell not afraid to show it at all. It's simply astounishing. But, I won't bore you to death or make yourselves want to gag with all this mushy crap. For now, he will be known simply as T. And I am sure that you will be hearing much about him on a constant basis. So get used to it! Ha.
Well, so far, that's that. Hopefully I'll have some more updates for you on a much constant basis.
xoxo,
JT.
21 September 2009
Vampires Make One Hell Of an Obsession. And a Frustration
Since I haven't spilled it yet on here, yes, I am one of those vampire obsessive girls into Twilight and everything that sucks blood (almost). BUT! Let me defend myself here before anyone goes into a "bandwagon" rage. And explain my frustration about how these vamps have made me dig my own grave.
Firstly, I started reading the Twilight series in March of 2008. Way before any of my friends even knew the name Edward. I was browsing bumper stickers (oh RIP bumpies...) on facebook and noticed a ton related to some guy named Edward Cullen and his relation to this Twilight book. I knew from being an avid reader myself that they were about vampires and something that the guy is like uber romantic and undead. But nothing more. So, like anyone who has no idea what something is about and needs instant answers, I wikipedia-ed "Edward Cullen". Found out he was part of the Twilight series and that it was being made into a movie that winter. Cool, I thought. So, I went to Barnes & Noble, checked out the back blurb of Twilight, and on a whim, bought the book.
I was hooked by chapter 2.
And there you go. The rest is, well, history. I bought New Moon and Eclipse together and the cashier at B&N asked if she should read them. I insisted that she should, these books are amazing. She should thank me for being the one who probably made her become obsessed as well. So ever since then, I've been basically obsessed with everything vampire.
Why? What's the draw?
Well, I've always been a kind of closet sci-fi nerd. My mom is a Trekker (Star Trek fan, but of the second series, not the William Shantner one) and got me hooked on the likes of Lord of the Rings and Star Wars. So something weird and supernatural like vampires just came naturally. And there's something about them...the draw to the unknown. The sexiness of their being. Their eyes, their demeanor and aggressiveness. It's just so attractive to me. Not to mention the amazing casting on the people at Twilight, Vampire Diaries, and True Blood. Having hot actors portray these vamps always helps! But still, I'm sure you don't see why I like it so much.
It just goes with two age old concepts: crazy, impulsive, whole bodied, and unregreted LOVE. And the last one, the intrigue of what we know is bad for us. The characters in these series know these people are bad, even before they know who they really are...so we're drawn to it. It mesmerizes us. We want to know more, see why they're so bad. And we push aside the danger, and sometimes it even fuels the fire. And then comes that love I mentioned. These vamps just give their whole mind and body into crazy feelings for these helpless humans they fall for. They feel the need to protect them, even before they realize their own feelings. But still, the love these sexy vamps share is a love that I KNOW every woman wants. That crazy love that every woman is warned against. I mean common! Women today contemplate going that huge step to become facebook official, let alone admit their undying love for the other person. It's something that's plagued the modern woman: keeping her feelings welled up inside. I know it's hurt me in the past (but let's not go there). Wouldn't it just be so much of a breath of fresh air to have this kind of love in your life? No questions, no doubts, no worry. Just knowing. Reassurance. Acceptance. Ah to have that kind of love. The love only a vampire can posses. Damn. Guess we're all just doomed. Thanks to vampires, I will die a cat lady.
Firstly, I started reading the Twilight series in March of 2008. Way before any of my friends even knew the name Edward. I was browsing bumper stickers (oh RIP bumpies...) on facebook and noticed a ton related to some guy named Edward Cullen and his relation to this Twilight book. I knew from being an avid reader myself that they were about vampires and something that the guy is like uber romantic and undead. But nothing more. So, like anyone who has no idea what something is about and needs instant answers, I wikipedia-ed "Edward Cullen". Found out he was part of the Twilight series and that it was being made into a movie that winter. Cool, I thought. So, I went to Barnes & Noble, checked out the back blurb of Twilight, and on a whim, bought the book.
I was hooked by chapter 2.
And there you go. The rest is, well, history. I bought New Moon and Eclipse together and the cashier at B&N asked if she should read them. I insisted that she should, these books are amazing. She should thank me for being the one who probably made her become obsessed as well. So ever since then, I've been basically obsessed with everything vampire.
Why? What's the draw?
Well, I've always been a kind of closet sci-fi nerd. My mom is a Trekker (Star Trek fan, but of the second series, not the William Shantner one) and got me hooked on the likes of Lord of the Rings and Star Wars. So something weird and supernatural like vampires just came naturally. And there's something about them...the draw to the unknown. The sexiness of their being. Their eyes, their demeanor and aggressiveness. It's just so attractive to me. Not to mention the amazing casting on the people at Twilight, Vampire Diaries, and True Blood. Having hot actors portray these vamps always helps! But still, I'm sure you don't see why I like it so much.
It just goes with two age old concepts: crazy, impulsive, whole bodied, and unregreted LOVE. And the last one, the intrigue of what we know is bad for us. The characters in these series know these people are bad, even before they know who they really are...so we're drawn to it. It mesmerizes us. We want to know more, see why they're so bad. And we push aside the danger, and sometimes it even fuels the fire. And then comes that love I mentioned. These vamps just give their whole mind and body into crazy feelings for these helpless humans they fall for. They feel the need to protect them, even before they realize their own feelings. But still, the love these sexy vamps share is a love that I KNOW every woman wants. That crazy love that every woman is warned against. I mean common! Women today contemplate going that huge step to become facebook official, let alone admit their undying love for the other person. It's something that's plagued the modern woman: keeping her feelings welled up inside. I know it's hurt me in the past (but let's not go there). Wouldn't it just be so much of a breath of fresh air to have this kind of love in your life? No questions, no doubts, no worry. Just knowing. Reassurance. Acceptance. Ah to have that kind of love. The love only a vampire can posses. Damn. Guess we're all just doomed. Thanks to vampires, I will die a cat lady.
Ah that hair! Those haunting eyes! To me, Edward will always be my vamp of choice.
Vampire Diaries cast. Two brothers: one is good, the other, soooo bad. Both YUM.
Ah True Blood. God bless HBO for giving us some deliciously hot vamp sex each week!
xoxo,
JT.
12 September 2009
The Hook Up
*Word to the reader: in no way do I mean every guy in every bar, frat, etc is like this. No way. Just a general conclusion I've made in my 3+ years here at MSU. Thanks!
xoxo,
J.
I just have the urge to spill.
Fraternity Men vs. Men in Bars
Frats.
Oh god love them. So here's my weekend thus far: Thursday my roommate C, our good friend K, and E (all sisters) went to a frat party on campus. Talk about an epic fail of a night (for me at least). Firstly, the house was empty. Well, it was like a good crowd, but still...could've been more. The guys are skeeze balls. We'd walk around and yeah we're looking damn good, all of us wearing short mini dresses and heels, and some guys would just practically grope us. Like graze our legs as we walk by, "accidental" boob graze and then just laugh and high five their male counterparts. Nice boys. Nice. Keep it up and that will be the only breast you ever get close to touching. As I walk around (prbably the downfall of the night, we should've found the dancefloor and just stayed there. Always worked for me, but we were on a mission to find people we knew...our potential sleepover partners lol), I think to myself "Wow, I feel old here". And I probably was one of the oldest partiers there, save for the creeper 30-some alumni who just doesn't want to grow up. So to make a long story short...C was way too drunk and passed out on someone's lawn who proceeded to find her there and thankfully drive her back to our house. K found someone to screw. Wasn't the cutest but hey at least she got some. E and I both found our potentials for the night but neither one was being cooperative with us. Men. When you make it known you want to sleep with them, that's when they say no. But god forbid if you're not up for it, then all of a sudden I'm a prude. Don't get me started...
Bars.
Well to say the least I'm fairly a newbie 21 year old but thus far I think I have a good grasp on the subject. The guy in the bar...ah where to begin? Let's begin right where his frame of mind is when he walks into a crowded bar: "Who am I gonna take home with me tonight?". Or the more superficial guys: "Who am I gonna fuck and forget about tonight?". Either way, the guy at the bar is looking for a hook up, and that's about it. Guys in frats can be either way. The younger ones really have no idea what they're looking for...for some it could even be their first time. A bj or even a good makeout will do them well. But the older guys are always looking for a good time. And freshmen meat are their prey. But anyways, now back to the guy in the bar. You walk in (ladies) and feel like you're looking good, so you order yourself a drink and wander around, scanning the room looking for some cute guy to lock eyes with. But sometimes, those cute guys know they're cute. And they will be damned if some girl catches their attention. They want to divide and conquer. And forget about getting drinks bought for you these days! With this economy, I'm going on Lady's Night where it's free cover and $3 drinks all night. But even then...I have yet to have one drink bought for me, even on my bday by a guy I don't know. Going to the bar is always a hassle. The age range is so messed up when you're not on a college campus or at a bar where the age is usually around college grads. You could be talking to a 22 year old guy in his last year at Iowa or some creepy ass 40 year old who owns a bar in a shady neighborhood or something lol. You just never know. And yet as I reveal that I am just a 21 year old...they start to salivate. Why? Like the older guys at the frats, young chicks are there for them to conquer.
So in reality, frat guys and bar guys are both looking for young chicks, basically. Ah the stigma of age. But that will be another blog. Either way, unless you're looking to put out, I'd avoid the frat house or bar. Or make it known you're not looking for that up front. But then watch your array of men dwindle down since I swear it's like there's a signal guys give each other that says "Ignore this girl! Ignore this girl!". Oh well. Overall, your night is what you make of it.
xoxo,
JT.
xoxo,
J.
I just have the urge to spill.
Fraternity Men vs. Men in Bars
Frats.
Oh god love them. So here's my weekend thus far: Thursday my roommate C, our good friend K, and E (all sisters) went to a frat party on campus. Talk about an epic fail of a night (for me at least). Firstly, the house was empty. Well, it was like a good crowd, but still...could've been more. The guys are skeeze balls. We'd walk around and yeah we're looking damn good, all of us wearing short mini dresses and heels, and some guys would just practically grope us. Like graze our legs as we walk by, "accidental" boob graze and then just laugh and high five their male counterparts. Nice boys. Nice. Keep it up and that will be the only breast you ever get close to touching. As I walk around (prbably the downfall of the night, we should've found the dancefloor and just stayed there. Always worked for me, but we were on a mission to find people we knew...our potential sleepover partners lol), I think to myself "Wow, I feel old here". And I probably was one of the oldest partiers there, save for the creeper 30-some alumni who just doesn't want to grow up. So to make a long story short...C was way too drunk and passed out on someone's lawn who proceeded to find her there and thankfully drive her back to our house. K found someone to screw. Wasn't the cutest but hey at least she got some. E and I both found our potentials for the night but neither one was being cooperative with us. Men. When you make it known you want to sleep with them, that's when they say no. But god forbid if you're not up for it, then all of a sudden I'm a prude. Don't get me started...
Bars.
Well to say the least I'm fairly a newbie 21 year old but thus far I think I have a good grasp on the subject. The guy in the bar...ah where to begin? Let's begin right where his frame of mind is when he walks into a crowded bar: "Who am I gonna take home with me tonight?". Or the more superficial guys: "Who am I gonna fuck and forget about tonight?". Either way, the guy at the bar is looking for a hook up, and that's about it. Guys in frats can be either way. The younger ones really have no idea what they're looking for...for some it could even be their first time. A bj or even a good makeout will do them well. But the older guys are always looking for a good time. And freshmen meat are their prey. But anyways, now back to the guy in the bar. You walk in (ladies) and feel like you're looking good, so you order yourself a drink and wander around, scanning the room looking for some cute guy to lock eyes with. But sometimes, those cute guys know they're cute. And they will be damned if some girl catches their attention. They want to divide and conquer. And forget about getting drinks bought for you these days! With this economy, I'm going on Lady's Night where it's free cover and $3 drinks all night. But even then...I have yet to have one drink bought for me, even on my bday by a guy I don't know. Going to the bar is always a hassle. The age range is so messed up when you're not on a college campus or at a bar where the age is usually around college grads. You could be talking to a 22 year old guy in his last year at Iowa or some creepy ass 40 year old who owns a bar in a shady neighborhood or something lol. You just never know. And yet as I reveal that I am just a 21 year old...they start to salivate. Why? Like the older guys at the frats, young chicks are there for them to conquer.
So in reality, frat guys and bar guys are both looking for young chicks, basically. Ah the stigma of age. But that will be another blog. Either way, unless you're looking to put out, I'd avoid the frat house or bar. Or make it known you're not looking for that up front. But then watch your array of men dwindle down since I swear it's like there's a signal guys give each other that says "Ignore this girl! Ignore this girl!". Oh well. Overall, your night is what you make of it.
xoxo,
JT.
10 September 2009
The Truth About Sorority Life
Okay, so like I mentioned, I am in a sorority on MSU's campus. And I bet you're dyyying to know more. Well, I'll give you more.
The Truths.
1. Yes, we have secrets. No I can't tell you any. Not even a clue. And if you ask me, I'll deny it, truth or not.
2. At some point in your time in a sorority, you'll hate it. You'll hate everyone (common, living with 35 girls and dealing with 50 more can be quite stressful).
3. Sisterhood? It's there, for sure. But sometimes I have to look hard for it.
4. My house doesn't do this, but other houses on campus tell certain girls they can't wear letters on campus. It ruins their image, they'll say. These girls usually join because they're a legacy (sister, mom, grandmother was in that house) or they're a prominent name to have on a roster (for instance: senator's daughter, dad's a CEO, etc. That doesn't mean the pretty gene follows the name).
5. Do we dress the same? Only when we need to, IE: recruitment and bid days. Other than that, forget it. We hate dressing all the same.
6. Chants and songs? Fuck that. Give me a break. I hate doing them.
7. Gossip...join a sorority if you love to gossip. There's new juice everyday.
8. Fraternities either love us or won't touch us with a ten foot pole. Depends on who you make friends with (or who you sleep with, and if you're any good...word gets around, thus, the other brothers will want to take a ride. Sad, but true).
9. Initiation. Hazing? Nope. Don't do it. And I'm telling the truth.
10. The big one every guy dreams about. Naked pillow fights? Every night, boys :)
The Lies
1. My house doesn't solely judge Potential New Members on looks alone. But we do judge you on your appearance (IE: if you smell...no effing way. And at least comb your hair).
2. We don't haze.
3. We don't have a shit ton of money, unfortunately.
4. We really don't care that much about frats, to be honest. At least I don't.
5. No hardcore drugs here.
6. We're not all blonde or brunette.
7. No, we don't slaughter a goat or any kind of animal during Initiation.
8. We're all pretty smart actually. One of our girls was the Panhellenic Council's Academic Woman of the Year for 2008-2009.
9. We don't tell our new members anything crazy that they must do in order to become a sister (reason behind this one: a rival house of ours tells their new membs to sleep with any boyfriend of a sister in our house. Yes, it's true. One of my sisters heard it from her friend who was a new member at that rival house. Sad).
10. Sorry boys...no naked pillow fights.
Well, that's all I really could think of for now. I'm expecting one of our top officers to find this and tell me I need to take this off right away. But even if they do, I'm not taking it down. No way in hell. Firstly, I don't disclose which house I'm in. Secondly, hello First Amendment? And thirdly, I don't give a rat's ass.
Lastly, one of the benefits are the connections. Not just with your sisters (yes, I'm serious) but you have connections outside your chapter. A lady who's interviewing you for your first big-girl job could've been in your house elsewhere. But once she sees you're one of her sisters, she already knows what kind of woman you are, and being in the same house, that woman will always be top notch. Sounds biased, I know. But this happened to one of my friends. She said that the interviewer said that she was in her house at a different college and that she knew that she held the same values as herself. So, she got the job. One of my current sisters was just in a beauty pagent where one of the judges was in our house. No, she didn't win, BUT she was invited by that judge to participate in her own contest. CONNECTIONS. It's not what you know. It's who you know.
And finally, we get free shit all the time! Today Red Bull dropped off a huge basket full of Red Bull cans! Talk about perks.
xoxo,
JT.
The Truths.
1. Yes, we have secrets. No I can't tell you any. Not even a clue. And if you ask me, I'll deny it, truth or not.
2. At some point in your time in a sorority, you'll hate it. You'll hate everyone (common, living with 35 girls and dealing with 50 more can be quite stressful).
3. Sisterhood? It's there, for sure. But sometimes I have to look hard for it.
4. My house doesn't do this, but other houses on campus tell certain girls they can't wear letters on campus. It ruins their image, they'll say. These girls usually join because they're a legacy (sister, mom, grandmother was in that house) or they're a prominent name to have on a roster (for instance: senator's daughter, dad's a CEO, etc. That doesn't mean the pretty gene follows the name).
5. Do we dress the same? Only when we need to, IE: recruitment and bid days. Other than that, forget it. We hate dressing all the same.
6. Chants and songs? Fuck that. Give me a break. I hate doing them.
7. Gossip...join a sorority if you love to gossip. There's new juice everyday.
8. Fraternities either love us or won't touch us with a ten foot pole. Depends on who you make friends with (or who you sleep with, and if you're any good...word gets around, thus, the other brothers will want to take a ride. Sad, but true).
9. Initiation. Hazing? Nope. Don't do it. And I'm telling the truth.
10. The big one every guy dreams about. Naked pillow fights? Every night, boys :)
The Lies
1. My house doesn't solely judge Potential New Members on looks alone. But we do judge you on your appearance (IE: if you smell...no effing way. And at least comb your hair).
2. We don't haze.
3. We don't have a shit ton of money, unfortunately.
4. We really don't care that much about frats, to be honest. At least I don't.
5. No hardcore drugs here.
6. We're not all blonde or brunette.
7. No, we don't slaughter a goat or any kind of animal during Initiation.
8. We're all pretty smart actually. One of our girls was the Panhellenic Council's Academic Woman of the Year for 2008-2009.
9. We don't tell our new members anything crazy that they must do in order to become a sister (reason behind this one: a rival house of ours tells their new membs to sleep with any boyfriend of a sister in our house. Yes, it's true. One of my sisters heard it from her friend who was a new member at that rival house. Sad).
10. Sorry boys...no naked pillow fights.
Well, that's all I really could think of for now. I'm expecting one of our top officers to find this and tell me I need to take this off right away. But even if they do, I'm not taking it down. No way in hell. Firstly, I don't disclose which house I'm in. Secondly, hello First Amendment? And thirdly, I don't give a rat's ass.
Lastly, one of the benefits are the connections. Not just with your sisters (yes, I'm serious) but you have connections outside your chapter. A lady who's interviewing you for your first big-girl job could've been in your house elsewhere. But once she sees you're one of her sisters, she already knows what kind of woman you are, and being in the same house, that woman will always be top notch. Sounds biased, I know. But this happened to one of my friends. She said that the interviewer said that she was in her house at a different college and that she knew that she held the same values as herself. So, she got the job. One of my current sisters was just in a beauty pagent where one of the judges was in our house. No, she didn't win, BUT she was invited by that judge to participate in her own contest. CONNECTIONS. It's not what you know. It's who you know.
And finally, we get free shit all the time! Today Red Bull dropped off a huge basket full of Red Bull cans! Talk about perks.
xoxo,
JT.
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