The Unusual

Hometown: Bergen County, New Jersey

Grade: Junior

Favorite Place at the Food Court: If I’m forced, Niko’s.

Where will I be on Thanksgiving Eve: stuck in Kansas City, Missouri with my fabulous relatives.

Deal Breakers: Guido, if you smell bad, if you’re on roids, if youre not funny, if you have spiked hair, anyone that looks stupid or acts stupid.

Deal Makers: Tall, dark handsome…obvi. Funny, Smart - lawyer, I’m into nice guys. I’ve moved on to foreigners.

What I do when I’m alone: dance around in my underwear a lot.

Favorite drug: if you could mix xanax, ecstacy, coke, and booze in one little pill, go for it. …..kidding, obv. I don’t do drugs. This is just a hypothetical.

What I don’t miss about my ex: Where do I begin…he takes longer to get ready than I do, were always late.

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Lauren: Well, i have business law until 9 but then, sadly, predictably, i’m going to the grove.  Listen, it’s not like I’m psyched about it.  But go I must, and go I shall.  First though, I have to go home to Merrick and spend about an hour and a half making myself look like all the other girls at El Sitio.  This involves ironing my hair, wedging my feet, jean shorting my ass, and loose shirting if I feel fat.  Then I’m going to force five shots of Skyy down my gullet before stuffing myself into a cab with five other drunk girls.  If I’m not drunk enough I’ll have to pretend I’m having fun.  If I am drunk enough things will kind of take care of themselves.  I’ll follow my friends wherever they go.  They will want to go wherever the boys go.  This will end depressingly at around 3am when I will try and fail to not eat pizza.  Chances of puking?  0%.  Chances of falling in love: -100%.  Chances of hooking up: -50%.  Chance of waking up before 10am on Friday: 15%.  Chances that I am wasting my life:  Higher than I might like to admit. 

Luna:  I’m going to be working on my grad school applications.  I’m applying to fifteen different programs in twelve different subjects.  I have no idea what I’m going to do with my life and I can’t afford to experiment in the real world.  I’ll be working on my personal statement, and when I can’t bullshit any further, I’ll relieve the existential despair by watching House Hunters International.  At four am, my roommates will return from the Grove drunk and hungry.  They will wake me up by baking a cake.  I have a 9am class. 

Yesterday I decided to skip class and volunteer at the UM Hillel Fashion Show. The show took place in the backyard of a rich Jewish family on Star Island. The second we showed up, the coordinator assigned us the job of signing in the guests. It was probably the worst job. We had to sit outside in the humidity and listen to Jappy Miami moms screaming their last names in our faces. What’s worse is that the whole time I was actually jealous of these 50-year-old moms. They wore such sexy and expensive clothing. They looked better than I would ever look.

After an hour of torture we were finally released from our duty. We immediately ran to the open bar and ordered a drink conveniently called “The Hurricane”. The show itself was okay at best. The clothes modeled were cute. Very typical of Miami. Very LF. There were even some pieces designed by UM students which was cool.

However, it was obvious that the show was student run. The queues were off. Some models didn’t change in time and they were forced to have girls walk twice in a row. There were long pauses during which you could see the coordinator freaking out in the back. One girl wore a completely see through dress. And the show was just too short. For all the hype and all the money spent - $75 per guest – the show only lasted a total of about 25 min. Each model only tried on no more than 3 outfits.

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1. They think Panera Bread is healthy.

2. They say terms like “I sweat that shit”, “When are we ridin’?”

3. They think their fat but are 5’9 and 115 lbs.

4. All day they talk about how fucked up they were last night and anticipate how fucked up they will be tonight.

5. Then, they take bars to forget the night but rely on the pictures they took to remind them that they had a sick time.

6. They act slutty but are still virgins.

7. They don’t listen to what I say unless what I say concerns them.

8. They listen to “Take Care” by Drake non-stop on repeat.

9. They wear a bathing suit top in 32-degree weather.

10. When you’re with them, you’re just like them.

90.5 WVUM: The Voice of The University of Miami. What?

UM has a radio station?

I turned the dial to 90.5 fm. I figured they would be playing some techno music. Or perhaps over-played radio hits. Instead, what I heard was very mellow, indie/electronic music. 

I became intrigued by the fact that such a station bears UM’s name. It seemed so out-of-character to me. So I decided to interview the General Manager, Amber, to find out a little bit more about “our” station. 

1. The music you play is mostly alternative/indie. What made you decide to focus on that genre?

Well our station has gone through A LOT of format changes over the course of 30+ years. We used to play New Order, then Soundgarden then electronic music without words— the period of time we were known as the ‘beats and clicks’ station. I think now we’ve really grown into a certain image and sound that’s easily associated with us. The purpose of college radio is to break bands. Why are we going to play a super successful act that everyone knows? We don’t care about ratings, we don’t have a certain amount of money we need to make. It gives us the amazing freedom to play the music we love and introduce people to cool new songs they’ve never heard. Our music directors do a great job selecting music (shout out to Johnny and Laura). They always stay on top of current blogs to guide DJs in what to play. 

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Tonight we decided we would make the drumsticks that have been sitting in the freezer for over a week. Since I’m on Weight Watchers, we tried making it as healthy as possible.

All you need is:

1. Drumsticks

2. Potatoes.

3. Adobo 

4. Paprika

5. Salt

6. Olive Oil

Put all of these ingredients in a pan. Make sure that the chicken and potatoes are covered with olive oil and spices.

 Put it in the oven on 400 degrees for 30 minutes. Then lower the oven to 315 degrees and keep it there for another 30 minutes. After an hour, take out the chicken and wait until it is eat-able. 

Although it was extremely simple to prepare, the chicken was tasty. Paired with the potatoes, we created a satisfying and low-cal meal. 

Today I checked out the Lowe Art Museum for the first time. For all of you who don’t know, Lowe is the renowned art museum on campus. As I walked around the museum, I realized that I was one of two visitors to the museum. The other guy was carrying around a paper so I assume he was there for a class.  When I spoke to Gita Shonek, the director of Communications and Marketing, she told me that the museum has trouble attracting students. She said that if students do come to see the exhibits, they don’t do it of their own will.  More often, the museum attracts student groups from local elementary and high schools.

Gita said that when UM students that come to the Lowe, they generally come for a class. This is depressing. We travel to Europe and go to museums there. But when we have one in front of our eyes we don’t go. And this museum is not less credible than a European museum. There are pieces that date back to Ancient Egypt.  There are ancient Mayan decorative blouses. There is a freaking Monet! Who knew we had an original Monet on campus?

Go check out the Lowe Museum. Or rather, go get drunk and check out the Lowe Museum. Every Thursday night they host a Happy Hour with drinks provided by Bacardi. This week, on November 3^rd from 7-9p.m., they’re even hiring a mariachi band to play.  Why not pregame for the grove while looking at sick, historic paintings?