Went to Boston Market for the first time yesterday. I asked for a chicken breast and received an on-the-bone skinful piece of chicken breast. I looked at my boyfriend and said, " I don't eat that."
It was his idea to go there after countless minutes of hungry bickering at eachother. I have to say the Mac n' Cheese was the best and the rest could've fell to to wayside.
I've been alive 22 years and never attempted Boston Market. All I could say was it was better tasting that I expected even with the first few minutes of looking at the chicken made my hands sweat. (I am an ex- vegetarian. I got weak without the protein so I am a picky meat eater now)

ओह well

I am really stressed out and tired. I don't know why I let myself get this way. Things could be so much worse but instead I intend to make them even worse. I love my life but the hardships sometimes make for an interesting stress er. I don't like the word "wait" I think it means rejection. But it doesn't. Its just my perception. I need to realize that things come and go and that nothing is ever stuck in waiting. What if it turns out I don't even want it. What then?

अ न्यू Beginning

I am exhausted of trying to find out the right way to do things. All my life I have been very cautious with decision making and execution. I have always been enormously self-centered when it comes to my outward appearance. It started as an insecurity, and I made it into a lifestyle. And now, I'm over it. I hate when I hear or know someone not embracing their womanhood and in fact, because of American culture I am fallible to the noise.
I want to turn off the sound and get in tuned with me. I want every woman to do it.
If we were able to do it then I think we could all love each other a little bit more as a gender and a place in society.
I used to be a big magazine subscriber. Look this way. Look that way. And now I can't even believe I purchased magazines telling me how to look. I think if I want to be beautiful I'll figure out how I want to. I don't think I should be told to look a certain way. Forget it.

My New Year's resolution is 1. eat out less when I could easily cook because it's a waste of money. and 2. starting this blog to be unconventional to how society can make me feel.
I know I am beautiful. I don't need a weight, a boyfriend, or magazine to tell me.

Avatar

I saw Avatar this past weekend.
I am not not normally a sci-fi lady, but I really enjoyed the movie. I am interested in history and so it was nice to get a modern day perspective in regards to how the European treated the Native Americans. I think from the sociological perspective it was a pretty true account of what occurred in the past. It's what I think makes it so intriguing.
But I still do want to move to Pandora. The length of the movie didn't bother me as much as watching it in 3-D.

Mix and Match

Woke up pretty anxious today. I am working on becoming a journalist, and its beginnings are making me think im crazy. I am just waiting to piece each story together. I feel like I am making puzzles sometimes, but the end production always puts some release in my heart. I love knowing that I get to do the service of sharing people's lives with the news-goers. I love being the medium for which people can receive news.Writing releases love from my heart. I cannot explain it any other way.
On my own personal thoughts, I am waking up to go run at 5:30 a.m. tomorrow. Marathon training is regulating my goals. I feel stronger everytime I run. I am so grateful to be able to run. I could not say that while running in the humid Florida rain, or at 5 a.m. but I say that now afterwards.

As my professor said, " no one likes to write. They like to have written. No one likes to run. They like to have run."
I think I agree with that only 20 percent.