January 2010
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The Final Semester
I’m back in Boston, and it’s pretty much exactly how I left it: frigid. Someone remind me why I didn’t go to UCLA.
In any case, I’m only one semester away from graduation. I’m not leaving Boston any time soon, but perhaps, I can flee during the winter when I’ve finally released myself from the shackles of my undergraduate education. This is what stands between...
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Senior Spring Begins ... Not.
But it’s not going to be much of a joy ride for a while. I get back to Boston on Thursday (still in LA right now) and must immediately accomplish the following within 24 hours of my arrival:
Convince my German instructor that I am capable of keeping up in intensive second-year German even though I will have to miss one hour of class (out of seven) each week due to a conflict with another...
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“Vaginas are unnaturally moist. Things shouldn’t be able to grow yeast on...”
– Jason, on why he’s gay
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Dispatches From Ski School Pt. 3
A classmate of mine agreed with my conclusion that our boyfriends are perfectly capable of teaching us how to ski, but are simply not patient or understanding enough. If Patrick and I had our own “private lesson” (and no, for once, I am not employing innuendo), I would probably throw myself off a cliff by mid-morning. It would be a relationship-ruining experience.
In other words, ski...
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WatchLast year, I fell off of bunny slopes. Now I’m skiing black pistes (not gracefully, but I can get all the way down). I recorded the picturesque journey I took on my last day in Switzerland.
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Dispatches From Ski School Pt. 2
Esther (ski instructor): Do you notice how much you bend over when you ski? Way too much!
Me: Really?
Esther: You have a very cute, little butt, but you don't need to show it to the entire slope. You have a boyfriend. Keep your ass to yourself.
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A Typical Day In Zermatt
I wake up at 8:30am, which sounds like an ungodly hour, but please consider that Patrick wakes up at 7:30am so he can be first in line when the ski lifts open. I eat a quick and light breakfast, grab my way too heavy skis, and walk to the lifts to meet my class for ski school. Usually, I regret not taking the bus. I ski from 10:00am to 4:30am with an hour break for lunch, which typically consists...
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Dispatches From Ski School Pt. 1 (2010 Edition)
One of my ski school classmates had decided to call me Patrick for the remainder of the week, because my skis are labeled with the roomie’s name. The classmate, who is on holiday from Ireland with his wife, commented, “What a good Irish name.”
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Remember That Time I Learned How To Ski?
It was epic. Language barrier aside (these were Austrian ski instructors), I was terrified of running into a tree or a small child, and fear is not your pal when you’re going full throttle downhill with fiberglass strapped to your feet.
Thankfully, I am much better this year. I’m currently on my second day in Zermatt, Switzerland and my first day of ski school, that place where the...
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Nine Shots Of Vodka
Nine shots of vodka down the throat of a 5’ 2” gal means that 20 hours later, I am still recovering from the consequences of last night’s poor decisions. Still, my liver is pretty sturdy, given that I puked but did not pass out and that I forgot bits and pieces of the evening but did not black out entirely.
I have not had this much to drink since I was a final-club-going...
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WatchWinter Wonderland (via Vimeo)
The forest behind Patrick’s house makes me feel like I’m in a snow globe. The three little bulldogs we brought on a walk agreed.
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When I Was 20
My friends have a tendency to categorize my college experience as pre- and post-Patrick (or pre- and post-domestication-of-formerly-unruly-sex-blogger), but I think the split really occurs not when I met the current roomie, but two Christmases ago. I’m referring to those infamous nude photos, whose surfacing and aftermath have been neatly summarized in a recent piece in a Canadian paper. ...
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How To Poll Your Audience & Ask Me Anything →
Readers can now ask me questions through the new Ask function released by Tumblr, the blogging platform I use for The Chicktionary.
I’ve already been using Urtak for over a year to poll the readers of my blogs. The site, whose widget can be assessed on my sidebar, makes it easy to gauge responses to recent content and to figure out my audience demographics.
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No Longer Sexiled: Universities Grapple with Sex... →
I gave a couple thoughts on the controversial Tufts ban against sexiling in the above article by Anna Clark for RH Reality Check, one of the best websites for commentary on reproductive rights and sexual health.
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On Boyfriends, Self-Sufficiency, and Getting...
On the night before I left for Germany, Christine came to my apartment to hang out and sleep over. She had a flight the next day too, and this was a last-ditch effort to see each other since our primary interaction last semester took place almost entirely online. I had only been home for a few hours, following my almost-got-stranded-in-New-York-before-a-final fiasco. I was fully exhausted from...
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