"They know Van Gogh, but they don't know Vincent"
I’m sure you don’t care to hear this, but I had PMS for well over a week this time around. The cramps made me into a sort of hermit, and I was convinced for a few days my face had caught leprosy.
Yesterday was sort of frustrating. Took Rach to get some working papers, but the form wasn’t completed so the high school couldn’t stamp it. Melanie and I were supposed to get Baha Fresh, but I left my cell at home so I missed her calls.
It was around 5 when I realized I was staving; a PB sandwich and tea at breakfast doesn’t go very far, as it would turn out.
Finished The Kite Runner, and that took my mind off of it. But I was in a pretty bad mood when I remembered that beef chili, heavy on the ground beef, was dinner.
Then I had an epiphany-I was a vegetarian for nine months in high school, yet I was chubby and had bad skin. That’s because the only veggie-friendly foods in this house are Entenmanns’s donuts and Tasty Kakes. So, while I was doing yoga and abstaining from meat and caffeine, I was still only eating Count Chocula and French fries.
So I said, Eff that, and went food shopping. A&P sells Fair Trade coffee, and it was on sale this week, with savings card. I have a savings card.
So yeah, life was good once more, when I had avocados, onions, red peppers, carrots, dried cranberries and mangos, yogurt and Pepperjack cheese (all organic) in my possession.
Dad Eppinger hassled me about being a vegetarian again while I was making my veggie quesadilla. Normally I laugh when Drew moos as he eats a hamburger, but Pops called me “princess” and acted like I was just being a picky eater.
I don’t know how many princesses make dinners for their families, as well as their own… but I guess I’m one of those. Seriously, I cooked that beef shit for them. I just didn’t have any. And I’ve never tried to convince my family to give up meat. I don’t preach. I just want to live my life my own way, that’s all. (The reason I because a vegetarian in the last time was because my mom asked me one day to de-gut a turkey for dinner. It was gross and I couldn’t eat the turkey afterward… or any meat, for almost a year.)
I’m sorry, I’m acting like a 16-year-old martyr. I can’t believe I’m already letting the petty stuff get to me…
I’ve been getting called a socialist a lot lately, and while I don’t think I am, my standard reply has been, “Have you ever seen children living in poverty? It sort of changes your priorities. Nothing matters else, suddenly, except keeping those kids fed, clean and healthy.”
Hrrm. Two weeks home and it would seem my priorities have already shifted.
Yesterday I made online purchases at American Apparel and the Body Shop. And you know what? As much as I want my clothes to be sweatshop-free and organic, and as much as I like cosmetics made out of natural beeswax which supports the traditional lifestyle of beekeepers in Zambia… that shit is expensive and I’m currently unemployed.
My family is very into Sam’s Club and K’Mart… buy in bulk, and cheap. That’s the only way to get by with a family of 6. No one really wants to hear that an 8-year old stitched your shirt together, or that your mascara was tested on animals before it was sold to people.
And trust me, I don’t judge the K’Mart shopper. It’s dizzying, halting to try to sort all this shit out. If my life weren’t already halted by the end of a semester and no job, I don’t think I’d be supporting Fair Trade right now.
I think I’ve whined about these Catch-22s before: Being a responsible consumer is more expensive than being a Wal-Mart shopper, but the only people who seem to want to shop at American Apparel are brokeass college kids like me. And, but the time you’re stable enough in a job to have the option to always buy organic produce, you’ve got a family to feed and you’re accustomed to a certain lifestyle, so you go to Sam’s Club.
God, this is rambly.
Anywho, Mom and I watched Tsotsi last night. There was much crying, but I think she liked it.
Then I got a call from flippin Stephanie Weiss, saying that Garrett effin Vitanza was at her house!
They came over here for a bit, had some coffee. Then we went to the Seville Diner for greasy food.
Steph had to get up early in the morning, so she peaced out. Garrett stayed at my house till 2 a.m. We talked about art and lit… I know that sounds pretentious. And we dropped the big names; Van Gogh, Rodin, Cezanne, Vermeer, etc.
But Garrett doesn’t care about whether or not he sounds like a pro. He’ll just discover a work or an artist, dive into it, try to learn everything about it, and marvel that it’s possible.
He’s basically the coolest kid ever, and I wish I saw him more than once a year.
And I’ve never even taken an art appreciation class. I just like to walk to and around art museums to sort out my monkey brain.
Anywho, I think all I wanted to say today was that my skin cleared up and I want to start hanging out again. Let's make plans.
Yesterday was sort of frustrating. Took Rach to get some working papers, but the form wasn’t completed so the high school couldn’t stamp it. Melanie and I were supposed to get Baha Fresh, but I left my cell at home so I missed her calls.
It was around 5 when I realized I was staving; a PB sandwich and tea at breakfast doesn’t go very far, as it would turn out.
Finished The Kite Runner, and that took my mind off of it. But I was in a pretty bad mood when I remembered that beef chili, heavy on the ground beef, was dinner.
Then I had an epiphany-I was a vegetarian for nine months in high school, yet I was chubby and had bad skin. That’s because the only veggie-friendly foods in this house are Entenmanns’s donuts and Tasty Kakes. So, while I was doing yoga and abstaining from meat and caffeine, I was still only eating Count Chocula and French fries.
So I said, Eff that, and went food shopping. A&P sells Fair Trade coffee, and it was on sale this week, with savings card. I have a savings card.
So yeah, life was good once more, when I had avocados, onions, red peppers, carrots, dried cranberries and mangos, yogurt and Pepperjack cheese (all organic) in my possession.
Dad Eppinger hassled me about being a vegetarian again while I was making my veggie quesadilla. Normally I laugh when Drew moos as he eats a hamburger, but Pops called me “princess” and acted like I was just being a picky eater.
I don’t know how many princesses make dinners for their families, as well as their own… but I guess I’m one of those. Seriously, I cooked that beef shit for them. I just didn’t have any. And I’ve never tried to convince my family to give up meat. I don’t preach. I just want to live my life my own way, that’s all. (The reason I because a vegetarian in the last time was because my mom asked me one day to de-gut a turkey for dinner. It was gross and I couldn’t eat the turkey afterward… or any meat, for almost a year.)
I’m sorry, I’m acting like a 16-year-old martyr. I can’t believe I’m already letting the petty stuff get to me…
I’ve been getting called a socialist a lot lately, and while I don’t think I am, my standard reply has been, “Have you ever seen children living in poverty? It sort of changes your priorities. Nothing matters else, suddenly, except keeping those kids fed, clean and healthy.”
Hrrm. Two weeks home and it would seem my priorities have already shifted.
Yesterday I made online purchases at American Apparel and the Body Shop. And you know what? As much as I want my clothes to be sweatshop-free and organic, and as much as I like cosmetics made out of natural beeswax which supports the traditional lifestyle of beekeepers in Zambia… that shit is expensive and I’m currently unemployed.
My family is very into Sam’s Club and K’Mart… buy in bulk, and cheap. That’s the only way to get by with a family of 6. No one really wants to hear that an 8-year old stitched your shirt together, or that your mascara was tested on animals before it was sold to people.
And trust me, I don’t judge the K’Mart shopper. It’s dizzying, halting to try to sort all this shit out. If my life weren’t already halted by the end of a semester and no job, I don’t think I’d be supporting Fair Trade right now.
I think I’ve whined about these Catch-22s before: Being a responsible consumer is more expensive than being a Wal-Mart shopper, but the only people who seem to want to shop at American Apparel are brokeass college kids like me. And, but the time you’re stable enough in a job to have the option to always buy organic produce, you’ve got a family to feed and you’re accustomed to a certain lifestyle, so you go to Sam’s Club.
God, this is rambly.
Anywho, Mom and I watched Tsotsi last night. There was much crying, but I think she liked it.
Then I got a call from flippin Stephanie Weiss, saying that Garrett effin Vitanza was at her house!
They came over here for a bit, had some coffee. Then we went to the Seville Diner for greasy food.
Steph had to get up early in the morning, so she peaced out. Garrett stayed at my house till 2 a.m. We talked about art and lit… I know that sounds pretentious. And we dropped the big names; Van Gogh, Rodin, Cezanne, Vermeer, etc.
But Garrett doesn’t care about whether or not he sounds like a pro. He’ll just discover a work or an artist, dive into it, try to learn everything about it, and marvel that it’s possible.
He’s basically the coolest kid ever, and I wish I saw him more than once a year.
And I’ve never even taken an art appreciation class. I just like to walk to and around art museums to sort out my monkey brain.
Anywho, I think all I wanted to say today was that my skin cleared up and I want to start hanging out again. Let's make plans.