January 12, 2005 :: 11:23 p.m.
the one where I am oddly fascinated by nutritional values
I think I'm addicted to Snow Patrol. Mmm, good music. It makes everything just that much better.
So my classes today went pretty well. 2D is, well, 2D. Sort of the same, except with a different professor. Scullin instead of Snyder. I'm on the fence about whether I like Scullin any better or not. Hmm. Actually, I think the fence is kind of leaning toward Snyder, which is a little surprising. Scullin is nice enough, whereas Snyder was sort of an asshole. However, his assholishness (assholosity?) made me feel like I could actually converse with him, you know? Because assholes, I can deal with. Assholes I can usually even relate to. Pleasant but nitpicky teachers are another story entirely. Am I making sense? I told Cassie this earlier and she said I wasn't. Which, I mean, yeah, it doesn't really make sense on the surface. But it does, if you think about it. Or if you're me. Or possibly crazy, considering that last sentence.
Anyway. We started our first project, which I just couldn't get into at all. It took me, like, four hours to come up with a decent design. Gah. I got ink on my fingers and it made me want to yell, "It's gangrene!" I need to buy illustration board for next week, which means that someone (ahem, I'm talking to you, father who hasn't returned my call...) is going to have to stick some money in my bank account before the weekend. Because I have enough for bills, but nothing left over for school supplies. Or food, for that matter. Which is the suck, as I'm sure you can imagine.
Creative Writing turned out to not really be Creative Writing in the sense that it was advertised. It's actually a class on writing creative nonfiction, which is actually pretty exciting. I love me some creative nonfiction (a la David Sedaris, Laurie Notaro, etc), and it's something I've never really done before. Unless you count this journal, but I'm not. So while it is a creative writing class, it's not Creative Writing with capital letters. Which means that it's not the same class I've already taken twice. Which is nice, because I was kind of bummed about that. The professor seems pretty cool, and unless a better idea comes along then I've already completed the first assignment. An assignment in which I used the word "hinterlands." This excites me. A lot. I mean, I got a little giddy when it popped into my head as the right word. Further proof that I'm a big fuming language geek in an art student's body.
After class I came home, watched TV, made a stir-fry, and watched some more TV. Have you seen Bravo's Project Runway? I'm hooked. Yep, I admit it. Reality TV doesn't, as a rule, have so much as a smidgen of draw for me, but this one is fun. And interesting. And since I wanted very badly to be a fashion designer when I was little, it's a special kind of fascinating for me. So yeah, I watched that tonight. It's good times. I recommend it.
I've been tracking my diet (as in what I eat every day, not just "how little I'm eating until I drop X amount of pounds") at this site called Nutridiary, and it gives you a little summary of how you stack up against the various RDAs. It's interesting information, really. In the past three days I have consecutively gotten about 1.5 times the RDA of fiber, six times the vitamin A, seven times the vitamin C, and twice the iron. I've also gotten adequate protein, plenty of calcium (105% today - let's hear it for broccoli!), only about half the fat and sodium and less than half the saturated fat, and get this: 0 cholesterol. None. All three days. That's fucking nuts.
The whole thing is reassuring, though. I limit what I'm supposed to limit and get plenty of all the good stuff. All without meat, eggs, dairy, or - and here's the kicker - trying. I mean, I take a multivitamin in the morning, but only really for the B12 and the calcium boost (45%). Obviously I am not in dire need of help with iron or other vitamins, as today I got in 755% of the RDA of vitamin C. Damn. I will definitely not be getting scurvy.
I find all of this entirely too fascinating. Sometimes I think I should've gone into nutrition. Except, the whole fat thing? Not exactly a stellar selling point for a nutritionist.
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