So yesterday I returned to UT Austin to talk to the Weird Science class about polyphasic sleep. I was initially going to have a cool powerpoint presentation and stuff like that, but I sorta forgot. In fact, I forgot to prepare what I was going to talk about at all.
I used to be extremely shy and nervous about talking to groups, only getting over it when I became a pick up artist. Ever since getting over that fear, I really enjoy public speaking.
We got to the class a little late, but it didn't matter. The class is so laid back that people just chat for the first few minutes in the beginning anyway. After about 10 minutes or so the teacher introduced me and I launched into my presentation.
It's funny, because if I was assigned a presentation I would probably not want to do it, but since there was no real obligation to do it, I was happy to speak. The presentation went really well, I think. Most of the people seemed interested for the whole time, which was good. That's probably my one fear with public speaking - that I'll be really into some topic and everyone else will be playing snake on their phone.
I spoke for about an hour, including some discussion and questions. The questions were interesting - they ranged from...
...the expected : "do you have to eat more?" to
...the unexpected : "has your sexual performance been any different?" to
...the bizarre : "do you have to pee more than usual?"
(Yes, No more complaints than usual, and no idea for those curious)
Oh, also this girl named Taryn (is that how you spell it? It looks a lot like my name... nice combination of letters!) pointed out that I was extremely pale and that I should go outside. I feel like I am average in complexion, but apparently not. SO.... I am happy to report that I am in a deck chair in my back porch writing this right now. Watch out for a tall and DARK guy who is still better than your boyfriend in an area near you. Or at least a back porch not really near you.
Overall I had a good time . The teacher wasn't feeling too well, so she let everyone out of class early. I was happy about this as I had a nap to catch but wanted to go to Whole Foods. At the end of class Taryn said that she had something for me in my car. After quelling the flashbacks to my childhood involving creepy men giving me candy in their child-molestor-vans, I followed her outside.
I was surprised when instead of murdering me, raping me, or doing both she gave me a cool new hat! It's like the silver sparkly one, but is red. I was wearing a red shirt, so it matched perfectly. Thanks, Taryn, and sorry for calling you a murderer. And a rapist.
Sporting the new hat, we then proceeded to Whole Foods. Here in Austin they opened up the world headquarters of Whole Foods, which is absolutely unbelievable. It's probably the best grocery store in the world. Perhaps even the universe. Everyone has their reason for loving it, but my favorite (obviously) is the Raw Food cafe.
We first stopped off at the bakery to visit my friend Jenny. Apparently she's worked there for months, but I've never seen her because I don't go to the bakery section. Jenny is really cool... she's a good chef and used to bake pies for me when I came to visit her at Southwest Texas (that's a school). I think she may have been offended that I don't eat any of the ingredients she uses to make her confections now, though. Oh well.
Hayden and I then went to the Raw Food Cafe and ordered raw tostadas and key lime pie. I can't even begin to tell you how good these things were. I really want to move closer to Whole Foods so that I can just go there for 3 of my meals every day. I then bought enough premade raw food to last me for the whole week, including Bell Peppers, Falafel, Raweos (raw oreos, but they're gross), Lasagna, Kale salad, and some other stuff.
I checked out and just as I was walking to the exit, my friend Elisia walked by! I swear... I should just hang out at Whole foods because it's the one place almost all of my friends go. Elisia, if you don't remember, is the one who got me hooked on raw food in the first place. She has also been doing well sticking to the raw food. She told me the Raweos would be gross, but I didn't believe her. Oh well.
Then as I was talking to Elisia, my friend Jessica (from the Diet Book post) walked by. She chatted for a few minutes but was just picking something up for her sister's birthday and had to go. Anyway... my point is that Whole Foods rocks... they have raw food and apparently all of my friends live there.
Will does have a point. In the scolding hot texas sun, skin cancer can be a scary thing. Keep your life awesome and try bronzing lotions instead.
Do you really want to get dark and increase your risk of skin cancer just because a girl thinks you look pale? Why not find a girl who likes you for what you already look like and increase your odds of living longer! :)
So, wait, did you or didn't you skip a nap?
I've slept 7 hours straight the last few nights, after keeping all naps for a week.
Aargh. I'm taking a few days break now; I'll catch some naps but won't try push it.
I used to walk into McDonalds and often times I wouldn't be charged for my food. Why? Because I went there so frequently and brought so many friends, that they knew I was good for business. My favorite meal was the Fishwich, a mighty sandwich made with a bun, american cheese, a deep fried fish patty, and a generous portion of tartar sauce. To fully sate my appetite I always supersized.
My parents had always encouraged me to eat healthy. I just didn't see the point. I felt good, I wasn't fat, and I never got sick. Why fix what isn't broken? I was thankful for my good metabolism and assumed that eating healthy was for people who didn't have it so good.
Then a couple years ago I watched Super Size Me. I watched it for entertainment, but it was the first time I began to believe that what I ate actually mattered. If you haven't seen the movie, I highly recommend it. When subjected to a McDonalds only diet, the creator became depressed, lethargic, and generally didn't feel too well. That was the day I stopped eating fast food.
This is Part III of IV in my Arbitrary Disciplines series.
I have always loved sweets as long as I can remember. I can recall waking up at my Granny's house when I was 9 or 10 and having a Sun Drop with breakfast. I would sit at my Nana's long, dark wooden table and watch her scoop vanilla ice cream from the store brand gallon tub. One of my earliest memories of cooking with my mom is making "Hannah's famous pumpkin bread" with her. Sweets are family are memories are goodness.
Not so right when you feel like shit all the time, turns out. Until I arrived at college, I had never eaten kale. Didn't have a clue what butternut squash was. And a meal consisted of some meat, white potatoes and bread. I thought there was probably some nutritional value in fried foods because I'd heard vegetable oils are good for your blood.
My world was upended when I got to college and suddenly had to grapple with Swiss chard, vegan nuggets, and - oh, the glorious - hummus. Through my four years at Smith my diet changed dramatically. And honestly, Smith was not a particularly healthy place. We had all-you-can-eat macaroni and cheese right next to those greens. But it was the gradual introduction of new vegetables and a re-training of my taste buds that got me to the point I am now.