Monthly Archives: August 2011

Back to School… yippee.

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Well, I had a great time in NYC last week, but of course it’s time to get back to hell again. At least this school year is going to be 110% better than last year, and I am pretty stoked that I’m a 2L already. This week has been one of fresh starts so far. I started both my healthy new diet, and my 2L school year, on Monday. I have been doing great at my diet so far…but it’s been 3 days, so I suppose I don’t need to get ahead of myself. I about threw some shit though today, when I attended the mandatory lunch meeting for 2L students. Naturally, it was Valentinos pizza, and I had to look like the crazy anorexic girl who was in the corner suckin down a protein drink. Let me say, pageantry isn’t all that it appears to be… it’s not easy (by any means), it’s not fun (until you win), and it’s not glamorous (until you win.) I start work outs with my private trainer on Friday, and for the next 2 months I will meet with her 3 days a week. Why? Because that’s what pageant girls do. We pay exorbitant amounts of money for someone to help us with something that, in all honesty, we could most likely achieve ourselves with a little google-action and some self-discipline. Anyone can google information on diet/exercise and learn that living on egg whites and protein shakes will make you itty bitty. Anyone can google information on pageant and modeling makeup/hair instead of paying around $150/hour for someone to show you what THEY think looks best on you. Anyone can look up “interview skills,” or roll on over to YouTube to look up “pageant or runway walking.” Finally, anyone can hop on style.com and learn about what is fashionable this season…instead of paying a wardrobe coach.

But, if you truly truly want to win a crown, you have to give up your pride and learn not to be self-sufficient. So that is exactly what I plan on doing. Spending some more money, working my tail off, and winning Miss Nebraska USA in 2 months. Boom.

P.S. I miss Costa Rica, and surfing, sooo freakin much.

Pura Vida!

day 7. last day in Nosara, Costa Rica :(

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It is almost 9pm here in Nosara, and I am so sad that I have to leave here tomorrow morning. The cab picks me up at 10am, and my flight leaves at 3pm. I do not want to leave, at all. I have had the most incredible week of my life, and have never felt more beautiful, strong, and brave in my entire life. This trip has honestly made me realize even more how much I hate Nebraska, and really how much I hate the idealized “American dream.” I have gone to sleep at 9 or 10 pm every night, and been up around 6am every morning. I have not needed a single stimulant (including coffee) to get me through the day. I look forward every single day to surfing for 4-6 hours, and walking into the small town of Nosara to goto Robins for the best, most delicious ice cream and sorbet. I just do not want to leave. And, of course it never helps that there are some of the most attractive men teaching me how to surf, and the girls that work here are amazing people that I totally get along with. I don’t see much of either in Nebraska. I am ready for a different type of life, whether or not that includes moving to Costa Rica or to another country with similar, laid-back lifestyles. I also can’t wait to go visit my new italian family, who tells me they want to adopt me and show me all around Italy next spring. They have 2 twin 17 year olds, and I have absolutely hit it off with the girl, Giosella. I am sad to leave her and her family, as well as the other people in our small group of 12 surf enthusiasts. It is sad to think that chances are good I will never see or talk to the majority of them again, but they are all successful and adventurous people like myself so I know that they will end up doing big things. I’m not sure if it’s the people, or the beach, or the air, or EVERYTHING, but I love Costa Rica and I am desperate to be back here ASAP. I love to surf, and I received so many compliments on the fact that I came so far this week. I have never been so proud of myself! I conquered so many fears, and displayed so much perseverance that I honestly thought had disappeared in this past depressing year of law school. It is entirely true… I am beautiful and I can do any damn thing I put my mind to. If I want to win championships for surfing, I can. If I want to be a top NYC lawyer, I can do that as well. I just need to get around people like the ones here that are supportive and are just as interested in my success as I am. I, once again, am heartbroken that I must leave tomorrow… but I am sure that it is only a “cya soon” rather than a good-bye. Hopefully my Dad is ready to (1) buy me a surfboard and (2) send me to another surf location in December. 🙂

Pura Vida!

yes, she’s from Nebraska!

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http://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/2011/08/11/miss-america-teresa-scanlan-blasts-newsweek-over-sexist-michelle-bachmann-cover/

I am so proud of Teresa Scanlan, the youngest Miss America, and the former Miss Nebraska. She recently turned 18 years old, but has the intellectual ability of a woman far beyond her years. The treatment of both Michelle Bachmann and Sarah Palin in the media amounts to sexism at the very least, but it’s nice to see a young woman step forward and use her title for something other than a modeling career.

[Proud to be a Nebraskan]

day 6. second time’s a charm…

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I have a new-found respect for surfers, even moreso now. We knew that today would be our day to start surfing the green waves, and EVERYONE was anxious/nervous. Our first session was at 9am, and began with everyone trying to paddle out to get past the huge greens into the “safe zone.” And holy crap did we ever take a beating. The “turtle roll” is a trick that we were taught in order to paddle out past the big waves. You stop paddling, jump vertically off of your board straight down into the water while flipping your board over and stabbing it through the wave, and only to come back up without any breath and trying to hop back on your board immediately so you can continue paddling fast. The problem arises though when you get out of the water, without any breath, and by the time you pull your ass back on your board you get hit by another huge wave that you have no time to turtle roll to get under. After 3 or 4 huge waves hit us, the rest of the group headed back to the shore in the “safety position” while Tenya and myself stayed with it, until we got beat up by 10 waves and decided to just head back to shore. However, on the last huge wave I got stuck under water in the strength of the wave, and after hitting my head on the bottom could not find air…I just couldnt make my way to the surface. Obviously, I did though, and was able to do my safety position all the way to shore…where I was pissed at myself immediately for being scared to death, and pissed for giving up. So about 3 minutes later, I opted to hop back in. I was not leaving without catching my first green wave, and knew I would regret not trying again. And despite another round of ass beating, I made it all the way out and I was the only person in our group who was able to stand up and surf a green wave back to shore.

The same thing happened at our afternoon surf session. First try out, I got rocked and when I couldn’t breath I came back in. But upon the 2nd try, I made it out to the safety zone, and ended up “catching” the biggest wave of the day. Kerianne told me to start paddling, but as soon as she realized how huge the wave was going to be she told me to get into the “safety position.” But with a wave that is at least 15 feet big, the safety position did not work. The wave broke right on top of me, spinning me under water and leaving me unable to breath again. However, I tried to stay relaxed, and when I popped back up I decided to give it another go and I paddled back out towards Kerianne. I paddled my ass off, my arms were killing, and I was not settling for a “safety position.” But 45 minutes after waiting, I caught a huge wave, and surfed it all the way back into the beach. And I got some great great pictures of it!

Although my rotator cuff is killing me, and my entire body looks like an abuse victim, I could totally see myself moving to Costa Rica. I love the food, the people, the Ocean, and just the chill way of life. The surf instructors here are all awesome, and are definitely people I could see myself hanging out with. I have never had more energy in my entire life, and all natural energy. There is something special about this place, and I am just so sad that I only have one more full day in Costa Rica…

day 5. break from surfing.

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What a crazy day!!! Although I would have preferred surfing the usual 2x/day, we took today off to rest our bodies and to do some other fun things in Costa Rica. We were able to sleep in and then meet the cabs at 7:30am to drive us to the “Canopy Tour.” I have no idea why it’s called a canopy tour but it really just consists of 13 zip-lines that go over the entire jungle. It is absolutely gorgeous, and absolutely frightening. I could not imagine being much more scared than I was at first, and someone with a fear of heights would have been in trouble. The boys that directed the tour seemed to like Sarah (another S.S. surfer) and I, and they made sure to make our ziplines as scary as possible. But it was so much fun, flying over the jungle seeing all sorts of beautiful animals, trees, and waterfalls. After we were done with that we took a hike down to this huge waterfall, where we were able to swim for 30 minutes before we had to return. Towards the end of the hike, the tour leader was showing us his “favorite tree” when we heard a loud growl in the bushes. I, and everyone else, started sprinting away in fear that it was a jaguar. Turns out it was one of the tour guides dressed as a gorilla. I was livid! It was a great trip, but was 6 hours of sweating and hiking up huge hills. I also got stung by a bee on my chest when I was on the first zipline! After the zipline tour, the S.S. (surf simply) group and I went to eat authentic Costa Rican food at Rosie’s restaurant, which was delicious! I also had fresh pineapple juice, muy bien! We then hit up Robin’s to have some homemade ice cream, and that was the best ice cream I’ve ever had. I got caramel oatmeal raisin cookie ice cream which was basically caramel ice cream with homemade cookies in it, and was incredible. Later in the afternoon I had an hour long massage, which was excellent for removing all the kinks and knots I had in my back to prepare me for a long couple days of surfing the “green waves.” The green waves are the big waves in the back, the more difficult/dangerous waves, and the ones we’ve been working with now are white water waves (easier/more boring). I am so excited to hit the surfing hard tomorrow, but extremely sad that it’s almost Saturday and I am not ready at all to go home.

Pura Vida!

day 4.

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Another great day! We are going to start surfing green waves on Thursday, which is super exciting, but tomorrow we get a well-deserved break which I am going to use to go zip-lining and also getting a massage. I love it here, still, and have seriously contemplated moving down here about 10 times already. It would be nice to get away from the day-to-day crap. I would just have to bring my parents and my Smitter Kitter, of course.

Pura Vida!

Day 3.

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Another amazing day!!! Had my first surf at 6am… which I must admit is intimidating because the beach is empty and the water is full of stingrays, sharks, etc. But it was a great surf, and the waves certainly beat the crap out of me. There is a storm brewing near Fuji (I think) which is going to only cause the waves to get bigger this week. Starting today I think we’re going to go even farther out to catch green waves, so I am ready for the real fun/ass-kicking to start. Anyways, after the early surf we had another breakfast and then had some time to relax before surf theory class. I went with a few of the girls on bikes into town, where we found out that nothing had opened yet. I’m hoping to get a really sweet hand-made bikini that will hold my tatas and bum in so that I can surf without fear of losing my bikini! Our second surf was yesterday at 2pm, and I had a great surf then too. I am doing great on my trimming and carving turns, and doing more maneuvers on the board and less shit-eating. After that surf, I excused myself while the others did yoga, and we went about 20 min away to this incredible incredible place for dinner. It was breathtaking! The entire restaurant is at the top of a mountain that overlooks the ocean. I am still full from the delicious fish, I think I am turning into a fish snob. 🙂 At least I passed on dessert though. I do not think there is any way that I could be burning off way more than I take in….because I have been taking in everything in sight!!! Well, off to surf again…Pura Vida!

Ohhh, and I saw a ton of howling monkeys yesterday… I might smuggle one home to scream at Smitty.