My Life In A Box.

Isn't it funny how we can have our lives summed up in one box? Now, you are probably wondering what I mean. Well I am going to tell you.

See just a few days ago I was going through some old things that I had in a cardboard box from when I had moved into my new apartment for college. All though I had some idea what was in the box I didn't know everything that was in it so, I decided to go through it anyways. Once I was in the process of going through this old box, I started finding things that I had not seen in such a long time.

For instance, I found a mask that I had made in art class in grade 4 or 5. Now that was such a long time ago and honestly I thought that it had been thrown out or even broken,but NO. It was in that box for some strange reason and yet when I seen it it borough back memories of when I was in grade school. Also in that box were photo's and things that brought back so many memories from my child hood.

See,it's so weird to me that some of our best memories can come out of something so simple like a box. They were great memories and I love remembering all those things but now it is time for new memories and maby a new box. Who knows.

Habits,Habits,And More Habits.

We all have habits. Things that we don't mean to do but do anyways. Me my force of habit is cracking my knuckles. I have been told a million times not to crack my knuckles because it is bad for me,but I am stubborn so I do it anyways.

Even when I was younger I was told not to crack my knuckles just because it would give me problems down the road. I was always getting yelled at because my force of habit would come in and I would crack my knuckles and sometimes not just my knuckles but my back,hands,neck,knees,legs you get the point.

I didn't see why everyone was yelling at me for it. It's not like I was hurting anyone,I was just cracking my bones, and joints. Sometimes I still don't understand why people get after me for it. I'm 20 years old so you would think that I would be able to do what I wanted to. Well even know that I have grown up and moved out and have my own place and go to school I still can't crack my bones.

I know that people are only telling me for my own good to stop doing my bad habit but it is hard. Habits are like a dark force pulling you in telling you to do it. Once you have a habit like everyone does,it's hard to stop.Well maby one day I will stop my bad habit. Who knows time will only tell.

A Day Of Rest.

Finally after a long 4 and a half weeks of working straight I finally get a day off tomorrow. I can not wait. It is going to be so amazing to just have a day to myself. A day to relax and a day to just gather my thoughts. Which Is really what I need to do.

Now don't get me wrong, I love this job, It's truly amazing. I get amazing hours and an awesome pay check. Which I can't complain. I love the people that work there and everyone is just so nice a friendly with me and to each other. Yeah we are busy most of the time,but I would not trade my job for anything in the world. This is what I have been searching for,for a long time.

Yeah I feel a little guilty having a day off,but I know that is what I need to do. I need a day where I can just relax and gather my thoughts and feels. I need a day where I can hang out with my friends and not have to worry about anybody but myself.

Does that sound selfish to anyone? I think it does but I really do need this. I need something to do on my day off. Maby I will go shopping with a friend,or out to eat. Who knows. Maby I will just do all of those things. Anyways only tomorrow will tell.

The Very Picky Eater.

Every since I was little I have been a very picky eater. I hate that I am a picky eater but I am. When I was little my grandparents could get me to eat things by telling me that is was something different that what it really was. If I would have known that then, I never would have eaten some of the things that they put on my plate.

I really don't know how I became a picky eater,I just know I did. When I was little I was worse than I am now. I would not touch anything until someone told me what was in it and what it was. That is why when I would go to a restaurant I would order something simple like french fries or ice cream because I didn't know what was in anything else.

I think one of the reasons why I became such a picky eater is because,when I was little my grandparents would always try to get me to taste new things. When my grandmother,would fix dinner she would put hidden ingredients in things like onions,or tomatoes just nasty things like that. Then she would try to hide them from me and would not tell me they were in there until I would finish my meal. There is a few times that I would catch her,but a lot of the times she would get things past me.

Now that I am grown and in college and have a place of my own and have to fix my self dinner I can control what all goes into my food and control what I eat. I have gotten a little better with not being so picky but I still nit pick at my food from time to time.I think in way I always will.

Now don't get me wrong my grandmother still tries to get me to eat new things but now I can catch her and watch her when she tries to do things like that. I know I should not be a picky eater but like I said It is just a force of habit that I have to live with but I don't mind. Maby one day I will get over being picky and just eat what is in front of me. Who knows only time will tell.