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Three things.
One. Eating is such a delight. It's, like, one of the few genuinely delightful pleasures of our daily routine. Plus, it's a treat of infinite and universal appeal. I mean, no one anywhere hates to eat. We do it in different ways, I admit, and toward different ends, but everyone seems to enjoy a good meal. And I don't think we spend enough time really enjoying our food. Now, I know it's pretty cliche to say that Americans take food for granted, but that's not really what I'm saying. I think we take eating for granted. Like, the actual activity. We should start allowing ourselves a good amount of time per meal, never less than an hour. (I know, I know, where the hell are you gonna pull an hour from?) Really start savoring every bite, every sip of drink. Smelling the food deeply, feeling it against your lips and tongue, moving it around your mouth slowly. Just ... taking your time, yaknow? And then stopping when you feel full. Loosening your pants, leaning back in the chair, and enjoying homeostasis.
Two. Why the hell is MTV trying to make us all want to be rich? Cribs, My Sweet Sixteen, Laguna Beach, etc. Guilty pleasures, my ass. These shows can't be good for the psyches and esteems of impressionable teens in this country. We should demand, I don't know, some more Music on the Music Television Channel? Less mansions and bikinis and people who don't look like me, talk like me, or live in any way that resembles the way I live? Bring a camera to my neighborhood, yaknow, 'cause I'm not interested in how less than 1% of Americans live. What's scary is that there's an entire pocket of youth today that's growing up in the middle to low socioeconomic classes and feeling like they're somehow entitled to the shit that they see Ashlee Simpson parading around in. Who's going to write to tell them they are not? MTV won't, I'm afraid.
And three. It appears as if I'll be starting at The Juilliard School in the Fall.
Crazy, huh? I know. I almost called them back to make sure they hadn't made a mistake. "Are you sure? My name is Alejandro, I weigh, like, at most a buck 30? I'm only 18, I go to a tiny private high school in Miami? Check again damnit! This is the Juilliard School, is it not?!"
Everyone's being so incredibly kind. The only thing I'm worrying about right now is how to handle their well-wishing, yaknow? I want to respond to peoples' congratulations in a way that reassures everyone concerned that I'm not letting this get to my head. Leave it to Mr. Self Esteem to worry about shit like that, huh?
I guess I figure I can celebrate later?
Anyway. I do have one question, though. Only one. *climbs atop desk and shouts, ala American Pie*
Who think this'll get me more chicks?!
hahahaha. Be well, ya'll.
One. Eating is such a delight. It's, like, one of the few genuinely delightful pleasures of our daily routine. Plus, it's a treat of infinite and universal appeal. I mean, no one anywhere hates to eat. We do it in different ways, I admit, and toward different ends, but everyone seems to enjoy a good meal. And I don't think we spend enough time really enjoying our food. Now, I know it's pretty cliche to say that Americans take food for granted, but that's not really what I'm saying. I think we take eating for granted. Like, the actual activity. We should start allowing ourselves a good amount of time per meal, never less than an hour. (I know, I know, where the hell are you gonna pull an hour from?) Really start savoring every bite, every sip of drink. Smelling the food deeply, feeling it against your lips and tongue, moving it around your mouth slowly. Just ... taking your time, yaknow? And then stopping when you feel full. Loosening your pants, leaning back in the chair, and enjoying homeostasis.
Two. Why the hell is MTV trying to make us all want to be rich? Cribs, My Sweet Sixteen, Laguna Beach, etc. Guilty pleasures, my ass. These shows can't be good for the psyches and esteems of impressionable teens in this country. We should demand, I don't know, some more Music on the Music Television Channel? Less mansions and bikinis and people who don't look like me, talk like me, or live in any way that resembles the way I live? Bring a camera to my neighborhood, yaknow, 'cause I'm not interested in how less than 1% of Americans live. What's scary is that there's an entire pocket of youth today that's growing up in the middle to low socioeconomic classes and feeling like they're somehow entitled to the shit that they see Ashlee Simpson parading around in. Who's going to write to tell them they are not? MTV won't, I'm afraid.
And three. It appears as if I'll be starting at The Juilliard School in the Fall.
Crazy, huh? I know. I almost called them back to make sure they hadn't made a mistake. "Are you sure? My name is Alejandro, I weigh, like, at most a buck 30? I'm only 18, I go to a tiny private high school in Miami? Check again damnit! This is the Juilliard School, is it not?!"
Everyone's being so incredibly kind. The only thing I'm worrying about right now is how to handle their well-wishing, yaknow? I want to respond to peoples' congratulations in a way that reassures everyone concerned that I'm not letting this get to my head. Leave it to Mr. Self Esteem to worry about shit like that, huh?
I guess I figure I can celebrate later?
Anyway. I do have one question, though. Only one. *climbs atop desk and shouts, ala American Pie*
Who think this'll get me more chicks?!
hahahaha. Be well, ya'll.