College will undoubtedly be the best 4+ years of your life

College is: passing out in your school's lobby in a puddle of your own drool, shamelessly waking up, wiping the newly formed crust from your cheek and continuing on with your day.

 Shameless: that is the word of the year. 

I am what I am; this is me, this is all I can give you.  If you don’t like it I’m sorry. I spent too many years trying to be something other people would like, or rather what I thought they would like. Two eating disorders later, I have realized that the real Amanda Limardi is pretty damn great.  College was the best thing that ever happened to me. It was a ten-month journey of self-discovery- I have no regrets. Yes I fucked up on multiple occasions, but you live and you learn.  Each screw-up has made me a stronger, more mature adult. I will never forget my first year here in NYC, and room 532 because only in Room 532 do you blast Christmas music in May, get turned on by watching drake in the "what's my name" music video, recite Hamlet- all while ridding your dorm of the useless things you managed to accumulate throughout the semester…

            Tonight is my last night in NYC and the EHS building for awhile. I'm  going to go out with a bang!  Cheers to freshman year- Peace!

XoXo- Limardi<3

The City Getting Ready for Me

I would get a life the weekend before my final projects are due… It used to be school at the butt crack of dawn; gym for like 5 hours (no really) like 5 hours and then homework into the wee hours of the night- There was a key component missing in my daily routine. Socialization. Without it anyone would go crazy. After preparing my salad on the toilet (a low point in my life thus far) I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of these dorms, and be in a cozy west side apartment. But then something grand happened. I. Made. Friends. Well I always had buds but my rigorous gyming prevented me from seeing them. I have found a balance in my life, and things are looking up! I get home from class, meander down to the lobby, and post up. Essentially I am killing two birds with one stone. Homework, and buddy time, followed by the gym.

 My buddies are male, and after a long day swimming in a sea of estrogen I find it relaxing to just chill with the boys- I couldn’t be happier. The Saharan state I am always complaining about “is what it is”, and I’m good. I could hold off another 8 months if I needed to (I don’t want to, but I’m just saying it’s possible). I mean I waited 17 years 11 months and 8 days to even being partaking in the fine art of “swapping spit” so I will happily solider on. I love this feeling I have. Happiness, something a long time coming; but I’m off. The city calls. Tonight, we RAGE.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ptbqn-7VJUk

XoXo- Limardi<3

Sometimes I even gross myself out...

College is: Leaving the gym at 1:19 am, seeing a clean pair of socks someone must have dropped out of their laundry basket, and seriously considering taking them because you’re running low…… In college. Shit gets real. So real that I did the thing you should never ever do. I shitted where I eat- I mean I ate where I shit.

It’s nearing the end of the semester and final projects are piling up, forcing the roomie and me to be gyming at all hours of the night. These late-night gym sessions then cut into our oh-so-important sleep schedules, calling for mid-day naps. I came home around 6 a few weeks ago, and my poor sleepy roomie was zonked out. I was starving; it was salad time but trying to open a salad bag quietly is an impossible feat. I gathered all the accoutrements needed for the perfect salad, and headed into the bathroom… yes I just said bathroom. I put my large bowl on top of the closed toilet, and prepared my dinner...

- That is probably a great way to get Escherichia coli (E coli), and if you bring this up in public, I will deny it at all costs. I WAS HUNGARY. Desperate times call for desperate measures. 

                                                                    XoXo-Limardi <3