Rutgers, and Laying Off the Burgers

I visited Rutgers for all of Thursday and half of the day on Friday. It was a lot of fun: on Thursday I was seeing people from 9 in the morning to 2 the next morning. And I didn't have a drop of liquor. How's that for an impressive day at college? It really felt comfortable to see people I hadn't seen in months - most of the before I left for Geneva. My friends at RU are unlike my friends are Cornell: Cornell friends are always out to be studying and have less time than Rutgers friends do to hang out. I feel a rush to add value to "hanging out" at Cornell. Do we have an objective to hanging out? Should we even have an objective? I am friends with people who I just have a good time to be around. Whether we get anything important done is besides the point. Fun is fun!


I am going to be more open to meeting new people, friends of friends, and just trying to have fun. What is this nonsense of having to deal with these overly stringent rules? Can't I just kick back and have fun without harming others? I want to say 'do crazy shit,' but it seems to include activities I wouldn't have fun doing. People are friends because they have fun doing the same things!


When I was at Rutgers (Friday afternoon, actually), I saw the verity of something my dad told me before I left for college. He told me to have fun, because college would be the most fun I would ever have in my life. When I first heard it, I thought it was a very bold statement. I was more concerned about taking classes and doing well than having "fun." But now I understand. I have virtually no responsibilities at college. No obligations to work a certain amount of time or to hold others' priorities above your own. Sure, there are classes, but we can decide how important they are to us. When we are stripped of responsibilities independent of our own, we can really tell what our priorities are.


Anyway...
Ever since this semester has started, I have had a few bad run-ins with commercial cheeseburgers. They've sent me on stomachaches and make me want to hurl all the time. The same with french fries. What does this mean? Could it mean I can no longer enjoy the staple of American cuisine: the burger and fries? I think it is the heavy amount of grease and other things in the burger that have been upsetting me. It is too dissimilar to the foods I am accustomed to. I do not mean I have been eating especially healthy. I just have not been eating junk food or foods with particularly high-concentrations of grease and fat.

So I have resolved not to eat cheeseburgers and french fries unless I know how they are specifically made. If I know how they are specifically made, I will decide whether to eat them based on how much expected grease is in them. I don't want to send my stomach on these roller coasters anymore. Nor do I want to accustom myself to eating food I currently find disgusting.