Apology for being redundant, but

food that is good for you is good for you!

I've made a point to eat a bit healthier
and I can feel the appreciation from my body.
I don't feel so "bleh" and weighed down like I do when I just eat nasty (aka, animal crackers dipped in frosting, pizza at every meal, etc...)

And also- I don't eat quite as much.
I minimize the snacks.
I rarely am fully full- and it has a nice feel to it.

I actually know what "being hungry" is now when meals roll around.
Go me.

And working out is such a beautiful de-stressor.
Even if I AM doing readings for classes- I'm still relaxing a bit.

Try it. Do work.
Your body just may applaud.

Confession:

I've always wanted to dress up as a mascot.
How much fun would that be?

You can look excited, happy, sad-
all with your body language.

Plus, you can do crazy dances and hug the kids that aren't crying in fear at the sight of you.
Good times!

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I can hardly wait

for the world to hear my voice.




I am finding the words to say.

We must throw off the everyday.

My life

has become a schedule.
A nasty configuration of homework, activities and sleep.

But my motivation is waning.
My eyes bore into the back of my professors' heads
as I try to concentrate on their jargon bibber-babber.

Slow dooown.
Let's walk outside.
Show us a movie.
Don't write tests that are meant to fail us.
Share your passion to inspire us.
Otherwise it'll just be another night of reading
of writing

of dying a little inside.

I allow you to hold too much of my existence in your hands.

Reminder:

I've felt this way a bit lately.
Mostly because I feel distant from the majority of my friends.
Business has caged me in from being social;
I eat, I sleep, I work out, I shower, I go to class, I do homework, I read, I write papers, I sleep....
I do activities as well- but where has the spontaneity gone?
Where has the adventure gone?

Where have I gone?


I am NOT powerless.
I want to grab life by the horns and throw it to the ground.
Never defeated.
You can put me down or pull me back
but eventually the chains come off;
I come back more powerful than ever.

And more aware of my weakness.
I am a walking contradiction.

Don't touch me- I'll never stop.

Will I ever?