Chapter One:
Less than five minutes have passed since I turned the final page of Franny and Zooey. No matter how many times I am reminded of it, I am always left silent and wide eyed at Salinger's understanding of simplistic beauty. This novel is scripture, so if you haven't read it, do. Immediately. I'm not going to tell you too much about it in case you haven't read it (I do so detest when endings are spoiled for me, I won't do the same for you) but I will say this: Too often we let ourselves forget the significance of life's details, and it takes a wordsmith as skilled as J.D. Salinger to remind us. Whether you believe in God, or like me, simply love, we all need to remember how this entity lives in everything. And everyone.
Chapter Two:
On an entirely unrelated and completely more trivial note, I have somehow spent the last couple days repeatedly stumbling onto photos, articles, and video clips about beauty pageants (and by "stumbling onto" I don't mean the website. Damn thing has ruined the use of that phrase forever). The first one was a television show called "Toddlers and Tiaras," I think. It is about tiny children. In beauty pageants. Oh. My. Dear. God. I watched clip after clip, as one might if an airplane carrying two hundred fifty passengers fell from the sky and spat its twisted gore into one's backyard. There were two year olds with spray tans, six year olds with fake, perfect-toothed denture things, and the most horrifying parents I have ever witnessed. Mothers scolding their little girls for crying when their eyebrows were plucked or they were too worn out from hours of dance routines, and exclaiming "I've put her in pageants since she was six months old! I am very competitive, and my baby is going to win." Yikes.
Exposing you lovely readers to this seems wrong, but I feel the need to share my sick fascination. So here is an example:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORcBTC7TiVY&feature=SeriesPlayList&p=7C1D93B3366B575E
Additionally, it is apparently once again time for the Miss America pageant. I have never watched this spectacle, but due to my new morbid interest in the subject, I may just start doing so. So lets peruse the contestants, shall we? I'll chose a few of my personal favorites judged entirely by the pictures of them I found on yahoo news. Because God knows that yahoo news provides not only fantastic and important information (ie the article about the man who lost his cell phone and spent hours looking for it. That was the whole thing.), but also helps to develop a profound depth and wisdom within the heart of every reader. So without further adieu...
I am left believing that somewhere there is a secret laboratory concocting women like this. Unfortunately the technology has not been perfected, so they are left unable to move any of their facial muscles from this position. Also why is her background made of tinfoil?
Miss Idaho
This just makes me feel very uncomfortable. I don't know what else to say...
Miss New Mexico
She's preeeettyy.
Miss Nevada
Ooo she's pretty too!
Miss New Hampshire
Could someone please explain to me why this woman DOESN"T HAVE A NOSE?!
Miss Wyoming
Dear Miss Wyoming, thank you for being lovely and looking like an actual human being at the same time. It is a trait I greatly appreciate. Why can't more of these women understand that artificiality is not beauty? Of course, I shouldn't judge someone's authenticity by a photoshopped representation of them, and won't. But really, be yourselves, ladies, come on!
Chapter Three:
You may remember (or simply note by scrolling down the page) that I was in a slight state of panic the other day in regards to my classes. Well, no more! I managed to land an absolutely wonderful schedule. School for me now consists of writing poetry, reading and writing plays, and studying literature. May I simply say this: Fuck yeah. The next few months are going to be spectacular.
Chapter Four:
I would like to take a moment to congratulate one of my dearest friends Marty Cain, as today, January 30th, is the anniversary of his 19th year of life. If you don't know Marty, he is a wonderful person and a talented, heartfelt musician. Check him out and throw him a happy birthday:
http://www.martycainmusic.moonfruit.com/
With that, I will get back to sitting on a couch and making sure no one steals pianos out of the music and dance building (This is my occupation. I sit on a couch. I go on my computer. I read books. I get paid. Yessss). I must say though, this place is rather eerie in the middle of the night. Lets hope I remain un-harassed by specters.
Love,
GennaRose
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