A Rant: Can’t Eat a Protest.

Recently the bill that improves the nutrition, and limits the calories of, school lunches, was put into effect. As a result, the maximum caloric load for the public school lunch is about 800 calories, maximum. The intent is to combat obesity by balancing their dietary intakes.

Students were not amused by this. The largest complaint is that they’re still hungry after eating their plates. What do they do in reaction?

 

They throw away the food in protest and  make a video on Youtube that dramatizes just how hungry they are.

 

You’ll excuse me if I don’t have much sympathy.

 

You see, there is no way that this will do much of anything. It’s a completely counterintuitive thing to do—WE’RE HUNGRY, AND SO WE ARE GOING TO REFUSE THE FOOD WE’RE GIVEN. Way to make your point, kids. Show us your passive protesting and let us revel in the wisdom of NOT EATING the food you’re allotted. Because NOT eating will help your hunger.

Again, I really don’t have much sympathy. If you’re so hungry, then eat the food. Don’t complain about it being ‘not enough food’ and then throw it all in the garbage. Not only is that wasteful, you’re not eating anything. And therefore, you are hungrier. This lunch could be your one solid meal for the day and you’re refusing it because you don’t get as much of your favorite junk food in the lunch?

You’re allowed seconds of certain parts of the menu. Why not take that option, instead of pitching it all down the chute?

The athletes who complain about not having enough protein and stuff—why not bring things from home to supplement the hot lunch at school? That’s not that difficult.

 

But no…throwing it all in the garbage is a perfect way to make your point. You’re sitting in class on an empty stomach now and complaining about lunch after having thrown it into an overflowing garbage pail.

 

Why the hell would this make sense?

 

Kids…JUST EAT IT. You’ll adjust to not having deep-fried everything in the middle of the day. And learn how to provide your own supplementation from home if it’s not enough.

 

DON’T point at the government, blame them for your hunger, and then complain about the food that you could still be eating.

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100 Things #19: The Library.

I don’t get a chance to go to the library often. The local library is in an area of town where I’d rather not have to wait at the bus stop, and getting my card renewed at my old library, a town over, would be excruciatingly expensive. So I usually have to settle for the library on campus. Normally this’d be a no go too, but I’ve actually been a student at the local college in the past, so no one asks questions.

(Am I now? Well, no. I don’t make enough money on top of these bills right now.)

It’s a nice place to go when I need to get some work done without the distractions of the TV, neighbors, or allure of gaming pursuits to distract me.

And, when things have gotten boring, I go there for reccomendations on what to read next. In fact, it was the library where I got clued into the Gutenberg project. I wasn’t able to capitalize on it until last year, though, when I got my Nook (my phone at the time couldn’t open the file type and its OS wasn’t supported).

The nice thing about the library is that you can read for free, and then later decide if you want something to have a permanent place in your library.

Well…that and…this is going to sound like a weird question, but you know that smell that you can pick up in an old library? The smell of leather covers, ink, and sweet-smelling paper? I love that smell. One of the things I do when I get a new book in hardcopy is to take a deep breath, enjoy the smell of the pages before I begin reading.

…ok, maybe it IS a little strange.

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100 Things #18: The Loop

I’m going to get incredibly local for this one, but that’s because this place is awesome enough that the local brochures that fill the stands in the hotels feature it prominently as a place to visit—really, the place is a no-miss.

I’m talking about the Delmar Loop in Saint Louis, Missouri.

Easily accessible by public transportation (parking can be a nightmare, though), the place seems to be a huge stretch of space that has pretty much whatever you’re thinking of getting that day. Need a trendy, new-to-you outfit? They’ve got it. Fashionable boutiques? Got it. Craving an awesome meal? Your biggest problem will be deciding WHERE to go—I can’t think of a cuisine that isn’t represented there.

There are quite a few head shops on the Loop. (A head shop is where things like glass pipes, vaporizers, and herbal incense are sold.) Those places almost always smell like a combination of sandalwood and vanilla cake, for some reason. Those places also tend to have lovely bohemian fashions, and are my favorite places to look for something to jazz up my outfit.

Another nice place on the Loop is Fitz’s, a local burger joint that also holds a microbrewery for some of the best root beer I’ve ever had. We’re talking a root beer with a flavor bite so strong that you can’t feel your tongue if you drink it too fast. (FYI: WORTH IT♫) They also make a bison burger that is simply divine. If I hit the Loop, I at least have to stop for a few of their root beers, even if I don’t eat.

The Pageant is an awesome concert venue. It’s classed as mid-size, but the place holds a surprisingly large crowd. It’s a unique space because unlike some venues, the Pageant doesn’t have a decided genre preference. It’s why you can see such disparate acts like Ludo and Boney James within a few weeks of one another. (Just remember to bring your ID. They card OBSESSIVELY.)

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100 Things #17: Milk Sandwiches.

I don’t get a chance to hang out with my friends as much as I would like to, thanks in part to the combination of me needing to avoid a certain stressor and the whole *points to head* PTSD thing.

But there have been a good number of occasions where my friends are nice enough to make sure that I can get out of the house and feel safe at the same time when I do it.

The hangout isn’t much to look at…

…yeah, I live in the projects, so I’m going to go ahead and remove my judgements here.

Somehow, we manage to hang out in our friend Roy’s* house’s loft/attic space, which considering the fact that most of the group is closer to normal size than I am, is a neat trick. We’re an incredibly weird bunch, prone to getting excited over the silliest and often nerdiest things. (Me a couple weeks ago: HOLY CRAP, THIS FONT KERNS BEAUTIFULLY.)

We’ve got a good number of in-jokes, among them the namesake of this entry. See, Roy’s grams goes through a LOT of milk and bread. Often, we’re just all settling in for some sort of stupid nerdy debate of some sort or watching some weird movie when suddenly you hear, rising up the steps:

“ROY! GET MILK AND BREAD!!”

After the third time this happened in the middle of a campaign, someone asked, “What, is she eating milk sandwiches or something?”

…and Milk Sandwiches stuck.

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100 Things #16: Favorite Stores

I’ll admit it right now: I’m not one of those girly girls who shops for the pleasure of shopping or ‘just because.’ I don’t get it. I mean, you’re spending money that could be put to other things that are actually NECESSARY!

I don’t have the stereotypical fascination with shoes or makeups, either. As a kid, I was hard to shop for because—with the exception of the Barbie Corvette—I wasn’t into the ‘girly’ things.

Which makes the fact that some of my favorite stores have some of the GIRLIEST things I’ve ever seen.

Chocolate Chocolate Store.

There’s a store called the “Chocolate Chocolate Chocolate Factory.” It specializes in…chocolate. I realize that sounds a little obvious, but the fact is that this place specializes in the GOOD stuff—we’re talking the $5/pound stuff. I don’t go there often because I can and WILL eat an entire 1-lb brick of chocolate in a single sitting if you let me. The place also serves excellent chocolate-covered bacon—lean, meaty, applewood-smoked bacon coated in the smoothest mid-dark chocolate you’ve ever had. I can’t have it often but when I do, I savor it.

Teavana

In the local mall, there’s a Teavana store now. It’s located in what used to be a Panera/St. Louis Bread Co. store. At first I was mad because the place had closed down that restaurant, and then I found out that there was a tea store coming. My first experience there was memorable. I was looking or something completely unrelated to tea when suddenly I smell this light, sweet and fruity scent. I literally follow my nose and before I know it I’m standing in front of a ‘free sample’ dispenser tasting things. Their tea isn’t cheap, but it’s one of the higher end places—the highest end brand is Republic of Tea, I believe.

I can’t go into Teavana and come out empty-handed. Even if it’s just a tin of tea cookies, I leave with something.

Huh? How much tea have I got? …I don’t have an hour to do inventory. I’ll guess that in total I have about 3 pounds of various kinds on hand. (Guesstimating up, here.)

World Market/Cost Plus.

Around here it’s World Market but in other places they go by Cost Plus. However you butter that piece of toast, it has a wonderful selection of international fare. This was the first place I ever went that carried Pocky. And if I remember right, this was one of the first places I ever cut classes to shop at (Yeah, I know, but it was a college course I was already doing well in—and then it turned out that class had been canceled anyway).

The place has saved me from several interesting craving situations. I can now have a Vegemite or Marmite sandwich WHENEVER I WANT. …now, granted, I usually just dunk a spoon in the stuff and eat it like a salty lollipop, but still. It’s also got some of the cutest dinnerware I’ve ever seen. As my hand-me-down plates slowly lose their structural integrity (Microwave a potato! Watch the plate explode!) I’ve begun planning on what I’m going to replace them with—all things that can be found here at World Market. In addition to food things, the place also has some of the coolest furniture I’ve ever seen. I have my eye on a minibar/standalone cabinet thing that I will PROBABLY not be able to afford this year, but ONE DAY *fistshake*

The Arcade.

(I know the arcade doesn’t seem like a store but you spend your money to do things that normally don’t do. Ergo, store!)

I know what you’re thinking—There’s still arcades? But there are, even though there aren’t really a lot of them anymore. I usually go to arcades to play DDR (That’s Dance Dance Revolution, for the half-dozen of you who don’t know) because there’s just something about going there and cracking a few records. And even if you don’t crack a record, it’s kind of fun to showboat for the audience. (I do a badass “face the back of the machine when that last note pops” thing. Works better when I actually DON’T MISS the notes.) They also have some of the best racing games. I remember my first time playing Maximum Tune in the arcade, tricking out my vehicle and saving my records and junk on my Tuning card. A lot of those records still stand, even though the arcade that the machine was originally in has gone under.

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100 Things #15: The Park

I don’t get out as much as I used to. Part of it is because of this blasted junk knee; the other part of it is because I have COMPLETELY lost my heat tolerance. Right about now is the perfect time of year for me to try and hit a favorite park, but RIGHT NOW right now is a bad time to be out there.

See, the place is kinda sorta a HUGE MUDHOLE right now due to the sudden opening of the skies and such. And my shoes are canvas.

On days when I can get to the park I usually don’t do much of anything. I sit around and enjoy the atmosphere and the absence of modern technology. Sometimes, I hit the playground equipment for a playground-circuit workout (Flip a swing over the bar a few times and then use the swing for upside-down curls, or make use of the slide for plank-to-incline pushups!)

…ok, I admit it. Sometimes I just get on the swings for the fun of it.

I also sometimes use the time to people-watch.

And when I replace my ocarina, I’ll be practicing there again. 🙂

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Mental Spring (well technically autumn) Cleaning.

I’ve been fighting a wicked case of messed-up-moods lately. Between the PTSD and the PMS, I am PO’D in the biggest way possible. It was hard to care about anything.

The other day this came to a head in what apparently counts as a flashback (even if I didn’t have any intrusive thoughts of THAT particular nature). To make sure that I’d never have to deal with what brought it on again, I single-handedly moved EVERY PIECE OF FURNITURE in my apartment. I took things down.

I re-hung curtains.
…well, curtain. I have ONE curtain to my name and I’ve hung it in front of the pantry. Looks much better than the sheet I’d had safety-pinned up there.

I moved the cedar chest—three times, actually—before figuring “Bugger it, I’ll move something else.”

So I picked up the bookshelf (you read that right—I picked up the entire shelf) and carried it to the other side of the apartment. Bing bang boom popcorn—new corner space.

I reassembled the little coffee table that I’d lost room for and moved it into the corner, creating a little workspace that I could use as an ‘office area.’ Sure, there’s a TV on one side of it, but it is at such an angle that watching from where I sit is impossible—well, maybe not impossible, but it’s headache inducing.

Then I moved a chest of drawers out of the pantry (neat trick, seeing as getting it IN there in the first place was difficult) and put it in the ‘closet.’ The cedar chest went in front of that.

Almost as soon as I’d placed the last piece of furniture where it needed to go, I felt better. The place looks bigger, and less cluttered. I can think without those strange thoughts popping in and wreaking havoc upon my poor brains.

I’m going to see if I can get more word count done now. Maybe I’ll be able to come up with something.