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  • I remembered to turn off my alarm this time so I got to sleep in a bit. I tried to hit the books again today, since I was too distracted by televisions and video games yesterday to actually get any reading done. Today was not looking too well either. I had lots of errands to accomplish and two quizzes to take just 12 hours away.

    Yet, I found myself unable to peel my attention away from the Eastwood women. I turned on the TV and started flipping through the channels when I saw the show title and wondered what Mrs. Eastwood and Company was. Let me just say: Clint Eastwood's wife and kids are—let me phrase it as "attractive" to avoid committing blatant terms of usage violations.

    I remembered reading about the $100k purse and how the oldest Eastwood daughter Francesca destroyed it for a photo shoot. I remembered that at the time I shrugged my shoulders and wrote it off as art I would never understand. I watched as Clint Eastwood's wife complained that the purse cost more than what her father would have made in three years. Then, out of "guilt" Francesca "donated" the purse to her friend to destroy for the sake of art—you know—to make a statement.

    A sudden realization hit me: I don't know what statement was being made. Sure it's art. Whatever. But given a $100k, I could have done a lot of good in the world. Given a $100k and the Eastwood name, that same $100k would have gone even further.

    Another realization hit me. The twinge in my shorts for this girl was gone. And I wondered if I still found her pretty or even fuckable. I wondered if that statement says anything about me. (I am judging her based on 10 minutes of reality TV, watched on a half-asleep whim, after all, and I still needed coffee.) I wondered if I could be generous enough to say: "Well, at least she's got outer beauty going for her."

    Maybe I'm just being to judgmental and really should have been focused on my school work instead of watching this crap.
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