Tyra Banks Here I Come!

After currently losing my enthusiasm for upper education, thanks much to human physiology and the ever intimidating chemistry, I have come to the conclusion that it may be an easier route for me to bleach out my hair to a lovely "sun kissed" white, swear off bread and apples, spend my time at the local Bahama Bronze frying my lovely fair skin into some semblance of a tan. After losing all that pesky body fat I shall head off to the nearest America's Next Top Model audition. After sweeping Tyra Banks, Jay, and Nigel Barker off their feet I will end victorious! Sure I'll shed some tears, develop an eating disorder, become the worlds biggest "bih" and out diva Elton John, but it will be worth it; only having to worry about not having "angry fingers", keeping my eyes "fierce", and always being "commercial and high fashion" at the same time. But this is all a price I'm willing to pay to give up my constant concern of; if the definition of a sphincter is a ring of muscle guarding an opening in the body only allowing one way of passage, then why does the esophageal sphincter allow us to puke, or whether or not a baby should be introduced to solid foods with rice and mashed peas or avocados and salsa. Try not to hate me when I'm beautiful!