FOOD. Why can something that is taken for granted bring me such joy? Food can be the determining factor in whether i have a good day or a bad day. Whether I’m happy or sad. Grumpy or extremely happy. I eat until I get that sickening, “I’ll pop if I stuff one more piece of food in my mouth” feeling. Maybe the fact that my dad used to be a chef made me feel this way or the fact that all of my grandparents used to always make sure we had a good meal on Sundays..well whatever it is I just know I get chills when I eat something good. I love bacon, turkey, turkey bacon, chicken, ham, pizza, baked ziti, collared greens, potato salad, pancakes, plantains, bagels, sausage, spaghetti, garlic bread, steak, macaroni and cheese, and any form of potatoes. When I say any kind I mean any kind… baked, mashed, boiled, wedged, fried, crinkle cut, roasted, or grilled. Add a little bit or seasoning and ketchup and I’ll be the happiest girl you’ve ever met. Does candy count as a food? Or desserts? I love those too. I feel like I’m leaving some things out. But the sad thing is that being in college and being on a scholarship budget has stripped me of the ability to even afford half of these things. On a regular day, I’ll wake up late of course, run out of the house and buy a bagel with cream cheese, eat dollar pizza for lunch and a sandwich for dinner. I definitely eat well on my days off, though. It’s good that my metabolism hasn’t slowed down yet because I’m sure I would gain about 50 pounds easy..did I mention you would never catch me exercising. I love food but there are some that I hate like fried chicken, watermelon, eggs, mushrooms, anything with barbecue sauce, any type of animal intestine, or anything that smells funny. the weird thing is I have no idea how to cook which probably would be a useful skill for someone like me. Maybe I’ll learn soon or I’ll find someone that can…i would marry them just for that. That wouldn’t be shallow, just smart.