Doing the Dinning Thing

Currently, almost 1300 hours and I am in bed. However, my day did not start off this way, instead I was in a shuttle going to school--it's not important. I think I might just be rambling, so whatever, I came to the decision that I will be rating and commenting on different restaurants and food stands that I visit in Merced, CA. If this works out then when I leave Merced, so will this blog. But not in the literal sense, no. I will write about my daily food adventures in a different city. Wish me luck!

Because I am a student and the only place I've eaten all day is the Lantern inside the Library at UC Merced I think that this will be my first blog. OH! And perhaps I'll give you a little taste of my experience at Buffalo Wild Wings (pun intended).

Order: 1 veggie burrito and NO drink | B-

Although it was tasty, but only when I found myself chewing on the very colorful bell peppers mixed with the potatoes, I found that the scrambled eggs were too bland and the amount of cheese was excessive.

The potatoes and bell peppers are well cooked and they let the taste of the peppers really mix and mingle with the potatoes which are cut in squares and are fried to perfection. I for one think they should add more potatoes than eggs. Don't eggs cost more than potatoes? I really don't understand that. For instance, yesterday my boyfriend and I visited IHOP and a mistily amount of hash browns not bigger than 3 spoon fulls cost us $2.79. What the...?! I know, I know.

The Weekend Took it From me

Well, it's been a while since I published anything and although no one knows this blog exists, it's okay. I went rafting on Saturday which was tons of fun except when I jumped off a 30ft cliff into freezing cold water to only me slapped on my booty as I flopped-yes, a booty flop, not a belly flop. The whole day was an experience in itself because it tested my boundaries and what I thought was safe. Up until that day I did not think I had limits to experiences, but I guess I do. I hesitated jumping off when I first got there, but then strength and courage grew inside as I looked down at the dark green water with its' ripples taunting me to jump like an open hug. But that open hug turned out to hurt like I was slapped all across my backside with a whip as thick as an elephants trunk.

On Sunday I went out with a couple of friends from college, Joy and Marlene, to Joe's Crab Shack where I fell down some steps that ended up giving splinters on my hands, a sore and swollen ankle, and the steps took skin chunks from my knee. It hurt, but my ego hurt more and not because people laughed (because they didn't), but because I didn't laugh at myself which I usually do.

All in all, this weekend gave me a theme: taking. Saturday took my fear and Sunday took my ego.

Procrastination at its Worst

Although I have tried time and time again to begin and complete projects even tasks such as studying for tests (one of which I have on Monday) I always seem to go off on a tangent. I was successful enough to only, perhaps even deliberately, to study 30 minutes in the last six hours knowing that I have not attended this class for over five weeks (Yes! FIVE weeks), but to my defense it only meets once a week. My little rant is not the point, what is the point is my perverse AND religious procrastination. I am positively sure that 100% of those reading this have had an experience of wanting to do other irrelevant, but needed (whatever makes us feel better) things before starting to work on priority #1--for me, well, school. Because of my addiction to delay, I have found myself with an endless list of "hobbies" that I've picked up over my time as a student which range from meaningless/everyday tasks such as cleaning to learning how to play instruments. Here are some of diversions I have tried to master: knitting, playing the guitar, playing the harmonica, beat-boxing, break-dancing, Soduko-ing, playing chess, Scrapbooking, acting, singing and the list keeps going. All of these things take time away from what I'm "suppose" to be doing, but what if this is what I am suppose to be doing? The doctor learned how to be a doctor because he just did it. The poet is a poet because he did it. The mother mothers her child because she does. Aren't I just doing?