Day Fourty-one

It's summer and I haven't been to the beach yet. What's wrong with me? I need to go to the beach, there is so much I miss. I miss the sand between my feet, I miss the words I write on the wet sand, I miss the seagulls that fly overhead, I miss the playing football with half-naked guys, I miss getting sunburned on the back of neck and my shoulders, I miss renting bikes and riding along the shore, I miss the ridiculously delicious chili-cheese fries. I miss you.

-Nahum

Day Fourty

A couple of days ago I watched Transformers 3. It was a typical Michael Bay movie: fields of explosions, amazing CGI, and flying robots. I enjoyed it. One thing that stuck out to me the most was Rosie Huntington. "AHHHHH so fine," was the first thought that popped into my mind when she came out in her skin-tight, white dress. Drooling over Rosie, I thought about beauty. What is beauty? And I honestly feel like, for those people who haven't found love yet, their perspective of beauty is what their surroundings' perspective of beauty is. Huh? I know you might not believe me, but at first I thought Megan Fox wasn't pretty. "How is that possible?", "She is so fine!", "I would do her in a split-second!" I just didn't think she was that pretty. But after months and months of people telling me that Megan Fox was this angel that came down from heaven so nerds can jack-off to a picture of her, I started to think she was hawt. Not hot, but HAWT (extra emphasis on the AWWWWWW). If you think about it, our society has inscribed the idea that coke-bottle figure, perfectly slimmed face, and slender legs is the ideal image of beauty. What if our society agreed that love handles, hairy arms, and bad breathe was sexy? Would we look at Megan Fox and Rosie Huntington and puke?

I feel like a fucking asshole. Recently my cousin got engaged and his girlfriend didn't fit my perspective of beauty, she was probably the farthest thing from my Megan Fox mold of beauty. I actually called my future cousin-in-law gross. What the fuck gives me the right to do that? Wouldn't I be pissed if someone told me that the person I love is gross? Fuck yeah. I know it might be a cliché, but beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. That saying has never been more true to me in my entire life.

-Nahum

Day Thirty-nine

I really wanted to start writing in this blog more, but sadly, nothing happens to me. I've been going to summer school, taking SAT prep, and sitting on my ass for the past week. Well today, I went to the market with my parents and something happened. It wasn't anything major, but i thought it was pretty fun.

So I was in the bathroom of this market and I was taking a piss in an urinal. So as I'm peeing and whistling a Miley Cyrus song, a man comes through the door. I seize to whistle my embarrassing tune and just wait for the man to come pee in the urinal next to mine. But no, the man doesn't. So I turn around and the man is washing his hands. Okay so the man leaves after washing his hands right? Nope. After washing his hands with soap and water, the man goes to the urinal and starts to pee. So after he pees he washes his hands again right? Nope. So the man just comes into the bathroom, washes his hands, pees, and then just books it. hahah just thought that was funny. That's like going to school, and then putting on some nice clothes: the opposite order.

That is the most eventful thing from the last week.

-Nahum