I'm pretty sure he was kidding.
Let me just say that if I could live off of Cheez-Its and black coffee, I would. I stopped my obsession with Ramen noodles after I somehow got it into my head that the insane amount of sodium it contained would literally make me shrivel up and die. That's unlikely, but still. I have nutritional standards. Sometimes I eat real cheese. Cheez-Its, I've decided, look enough like real food to trick my body into thinking it's actually receiving nutrition. My daily activities would be entirely sustained by caffeine.
I'm pretty sure it'd work out. I'm also pretty sure it could get me a special on TLC.
Speaking of which, how does TLC find all these people who don't know they're pregnant? How does that even work?
I would actually love for it to work out that way for me, in like, ten years. Totally natural bodily processes make me nauseous. I didn't look in the mirror for a week and a half after getting my wisdom teeth out because I was scared of seeing my own swollen cheeks. Can you imagine me watching my stomach grow?
Now that you all are contemplating this lovely topic, I guess I'll address things I've actually, you know, done in my recent life. Today was the last day of my internship at the WIFP. We cranked out a print and online newsletter. I'll give you the links to both when they're up on the website. I was able to talk about everything from media democracy in Iran to the marketing of the purity movement (Jonas Brothers and all) to the ingrained sexism in sport media.
It's basically an all out feminist party on paper. For the last day my boss gave us free rockin' t-shirts. It has our snazzy little logo on the front and a Malcolm X quote on the back. Yeah, it was that kind of internship. Aren't I the perfect college student?
On Monday night I got free passes for an advance screening of Julie and Julia, the new Meryl Streep movie, from my boss. I took my mom, because I am the hippest kid on the street. And she's awesome. AND she knew who Julia Child was. It was cute. It was mostly about cooking and marriage. These are two things with which I have very little personal experience. Julia Child was, however, like 6' 2," so there were definitely tall moments I understood perfectly. Oh yeah, and the younger one blogs. Who knows what that's like? Such a foreign concept.
And to continue with the most fragmented post in the entire universe, on Saturday Claire and I hit up the Jason Mraz concert at Merriweather. It was by far the best show I've ever seen, even though the entire contents of the Pacific ocean were dumped on Merriweather throughout the show. Mraz was incredible even came out to the grass for his encore. His opener, Eric Hutchinson (a Blair grad!) was also excellent. I bought his album yesterday. It's fabulous.
Now, it's 10:36, and I have to clean my room because I've been procrastinating.
I promise you, this entire post was relevant to the Cheez-Its topic. It's totally cohesive.
Really.
