Saturday, October 16, 2010

Brains & Beauty? :D [Plus Little Sleep...]

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I'm gonna find this book. :]


"But it was more than that. You can't divorce Margo the person from Margo the body. You can't see one without seeing the other. You looked at Margo's eyes and saw both their blueness and their Margo-ness. In the end, you could not say that Margo Roth Spiegelman was fat, or that she was skinny, any more than you could say that the Eiffel Tower is or is not lonely. Margo's beauty was a kind of sealed vessel of perfection- uncracked and uncrackable."

I feel like this for all people. :] One drive down to an academic team competition last year, it was me in the car with several of my teammates [and one of theirs' entertaining mother]. It was decided we would do "shallow-games," where we would just do silly things and learn more about each other. Most of them games were innocent and cute- one being the Question Game, which just involved taking turns asking and answering questions like you would do when interviewing random people in French class to review something you just learned. Some were personal, while some were very general.

But one game was what I'd like to call the "Ranking Game." Everyone has probably heard of the ranking of 1-10 of attractiveness [10 the highest, 1 the lowest]. We were going to go through the entire academic team, ranking people. I, personally, refused to take an active role in this game, because I felt like I couldn't judge a person wholly by looks- their personality was what really made them beautiful or not.

There were typical rankings of people. The geekiest [and meanest] team members were low numbers, and the rest were ranked high, I guess. Every girl was ranked an eight or higher, mostly because it was all girls except for one in the car.

They ranked the people in the car lastly, and when it was my turn, I was downright afraid- petrified- embarrassed. I basically wanted to crawl into a hole. They gave me an eight, too. I was happy with it, but I feel they only picked it out of me being there [yet when they said the other girl in the car was a "ten," that was not my favorite blow to my self-esteem] But I will never forget what the mother told me though: she told me that I would be prettier if I was more outgoing. At first, I started to shrug it off. I'm shy as a person. She said "Like when you were playing frisbee outside- you  were outgoing, you were really pretty then. You just shined out there." When she said that, I almost started crying, in the darkness of the wee morning hours. Every time I think of her saying that, it makes my day. That, and every time we play frisbee, I play [and because they say I'm pretty good at it, especially for being tied for the shortest kid on the team]. :]

Anyways, the second part is real, but the first quote is from the book I'm reading now, called Paper Towns by John Green. I've been waiting months to get this book, and now I own it; what a pleasant surprise. :D It's really good so far, and has tons of cool new ideas ready for me to think about. So, I guess I'm going to be quoting it for awhile.

To tell you the truth, I'm an average American teenager [at least in statistics], who gets rocking grades at school for regurgitating information from textbooks but doesn't read for fun anymore. But all you have to do is curl up with a good story, some comfy clothes, all in a quiet, beautiful, place, and you're set for a little slice of heaven on Earth.

I haven't read for fun in a long while, so I'm deciding to catch up on that little dorky fifth-grader inside of me. Do you have any book recommendations pour moi [please keep in mind that I am American, so I may possibly not be able to find  the newest Slovakian best-seller]?

*I'm sorry, I don't feel like working my little anectdote any more right now. Maybe I'll improve it later, tomorrow, after I get some sleep. Waking up at five-thirty on Saturday isn't cool [I didn't write about anything that happened today, besides getting my book, because it's of little importance of my life, and it was kind of depressing].

4 comments:

Jillian said...

I believe that of everyone.
I love that book too, I actually bought it for my best friend for her birthday.

What your Mom said is true.
It really is. And that's what beauty is really.

I hate the ranking game too.
It stings, even when you get a high "score".
I've gotten everything from a 5 to an 8 and a half.
(that five was from a guy to his friends after I dumped him, it got back to me :P).
I could care less really.

I've noticed that I have a really strong and bold personality, and that sometimes people barely notice how I look and more how I behave.

You are pretty though. I'm being honest.

Jillian said...

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Kay said...

CATCHER. IN. THE. RYE.

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