My day got off to a healthy start since I woke up and went straight to the gym (oh, how I love the gym) . I had the most scrumptious butter-and-honey-and-maple-syrup pancakes [the benefits of a weight-gain program right there] with a side dish of mouth-watering chicken sausages sautéed in garlic. :)
Of course, when I got home, I had to pretend I hadn't eaten anything so as to avoid a lecture from my mother about the evils of non-vegetarian food; and consequently managed to eat a whole melon...plus a plate full of rice with pickle.
So yeah, I spent the major part of my day stuffing my face.
It's 5:00 PM on a particularly lazy Saturday afternoon and I've just painstakingly squeezed out 500 more words for my Extended Essay. I'm rewarding myself with a 'blog-break', which makes me feel a lot less guilty than sleeping does.
Right now, I feel guilty because I'm surrounded by piles of meticulously compiled, highlighted and colour-coded background notes to help me with my essay and haven't consulted a single one of them in the past hour.
I'm also slowly losing patience with my mother, who's supposed to take me shopping but just won't budge from her favourite spot near the phone. My best friend's birthday is in 2 hours and I know I won't get anything done by then at this rate.
Sigh.
Me
- BeautyInTheBreakdown *
- Boston, Massachussetts, United States
- I'm not limited to the blank canvas I was born as. My life is an eclectic melange of vivid colour. I float in a sea of multifarious musings, ranging from worlds of lime green skies and copper stars to winged objects and fairy dust. I am the flirtatiousness of cherry chap-stick, the depths of the cerulean ocean and the violet skies of Monet. I am the brooding dark green of dense foliage, the crimson tint in a blushing girl’s cheeks; the purple of bruised limbs. The complexity of my thoughts keeps evolving, I grow and shrink alternately. I cannot be contained or restrained. The French language is my drug and acne is my worst enemy. I laugh a little too much and am a romantic in the extreme sense. I’m likely to steal the stars from the sky, but my aims remain grounded in reality. I can’t be pigeonholed into a single stereotype, because all labels apply to me at different points in time.
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