Too Dumb To Refine

I don't think anyone reads these posts, but i like forming sentences, so I will continue.

It never crosses my mind that I am intelligent. Strictly, I am a b student, though I do try. Looking back on blog posts, the only two I actually liked were "Evaporar" and "Tea Cookies And Their Relevance To My Father In Ice Skates" and even then, I find my writing to be choppy and all over the place, exactly the way I cook.
     Anyways. I was listening to New Slang for the millionth time and a particular line stuck out to me that hadn't before. "Am I too dumb to refine?" It's relevance stuck to me like honey and pollen (bear with me through my food similes, I'm hungry) and I almost broke down in the car driving home.
     My music taste is comprised of indie and folk that my friends have shown me, and I usually like a bands most popular song, because I don't know any more. I can't learn any more. There isn't room for more.
     I like to cook but I can't seem to broaden my horizons beyond broccoli cheddar soup. I am not a picky eater, but if given the option of a sweet potato leek quiche and macaroni and cheese, ill stick with the good old American favorite. I don't have a very refined taste, and fear the new unknown. Probably because college is rapidly approaching (I just put in my schedule for junior year. Yikes!) and I fear that I won't be able to feed into this lifestyle of delicate dishes. I would like to try new things, but can't bring myself to do so.
     Being a 7 year band student, I expect myself to hold a spot in my heart for classical music, though there is nothing I had more in this world more than a sonata in b flat. I guess you would say it's not my forte.
     The thing I would say I am most refined in is literature. I made a promise to my freshman English teacher that I would read 101 books by the end of sophomore year. I finished by December. I like to think that I read high and sophisticated books but The Great Gatsby, A Clockwork Orange, and To Kill A Mockingbird are books that most high schoolers would have read by graduation. All I did was read them a few years early. Most of the one oh one was composed of John Green and Shakepeare. I give myself too much credit for liking Shakespeare.
     Anyways. The point of this (really poorly written) post was to show how The Shins make me realize my failures, and that I need to finish reading The Winters Tale.
      Happy winter to all, and to all a good night.