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Day 30- Ten things about you people don’t really expect
I don’t know how this works because there are some things you should probably just not say to people.
Apparently, it’s bad to brush my teeth right after I eat because acidic foods soften enamel, which is then easily worn down by brushing. I wish I looked this up sooner.
1. I can’t hear very well in my right ear because I’m missing a bone in my head, which causes me to experience a massive amount of pain and nausea during rapid altitude changes.
2. I’ve been playing violin since I was six and I’ve taken lessons for 7 years. I can’t say that I’m good, since I tend to think of music as sounds rather than notes and I have a very tough time reading sheet music, but I have very very very good pitch and as long as I’m able to whistle a song, I can play it. There was a time when I thought I wanted to be a professional violinist and I would practice at least four hours a day, but then I kinda always knew that I liked visual art a lot better.
3. I’m a food elitist. I’ll invest time and go out of my way to eat something that’s sanitary (in most cases) and tasty. I read review sites for fun and read about certain dishes on Wikipedia. I know I can get 2 orders of fries for $2.80, but I’m willing to splurge when it comes to food and get the animal fries for $3.30. I don’t really buy anything else besides art supplies. I love L.A. Farmer’s Market because everything there generally looks and tastes good and they have an entire store dedicated to hot sauce. I worry about soil erosion and Colony Collapse Disorder. I don’t like chewing gum.
4. I think I talked about this briefly before, but I have that valve in my heart that doesn’t close all the way so my body gets less oxygen and I get tired more easily. It’s something like that. The last time I had a physical done, the doctor was kinda freaked out by the hole in my heart. My cardiologist said it wasn’t anything horrible though. Up until around the time I was 16, I had to wear a 24 hr. portable EKG monitor several times a year to monitor my heart rate and whatnot. This is also why I try to stay away from caffeine and other drugs.
5. I think I’m pretty.
6. Sunsets, cloudy days, smog, lost buttons, socks that don’t have pairs, 99 Ranch Market, old toys, most of New Jersey, solar calculators, Borders, and tree stumps, among many other things, make me sad. Sunshine, rainbows, springtime, bicycles, the Pacific Ocean, and hugs make me happy.
7. Although I gave up on candy because I’m afraid of tooth decay, I really like almond roca cake from Mi Piace in Pasadena, anything from Pastiche in Providence, and macarons from that one macaron place in New York.
8. Museums makes me bored sometimes. Is this embarrassing? I did really like Art in the Streets at MOCA and the Francis Bacon retrospective at the Met back in 2009. I really wish I could have seen the Alexander McQueen retrospective before I came back.
9. I really like the song “Sugar, Honey, Honey”. It makes me smile. I really like “One Year, Six Months”, but it makes me sad.
10. I like to plan out my weeks, months, and years and have my life be very organized. It’s easier for me to have an idea of what’s going on. My room’s really messy though. When life is most hectic, I kind of just dump all my clean laundry on my bed instead of bothering to hang stuff up. It’s kind of like a doggy bed on my bed. Anyway, what I’ve figured out so far is that I would like to apply for a Fulbright Grant right after I graduated and go somewhere in South America, Africa, Eastern Europe, or South/Southeast Asia. After this, I was thinking of maybe going to Cooper Union for grad school if I can do grad school, since it automatically gives out full scholarships, but I didn’t realize that they only had grad school for architecture and engineering so I messed up. My grandma also said that I should try really hard to get married within the next ten years, which is about the amount of time she thinks she has left. I would prefer to die sometime before I become afflicted with some horrible painful condition that leaves me lying in bed waiting to die. In accordance to this plan, I should also probably die before my hypothetical wife or I would be a very depressed person. I still have a whole lot to figure out. That’s the extent to which I planned stuff out, but things have a way of changing really fast and you can never tell what will happen next, so I set aside very very very small amounts of free time for “spontaneous activities” which usually consist of me walking as far as I can in a certain direction anytime in between 9-3 am.
I win 30 day challenge and I get tacos.
