No other title for this post is in my head yet.

I know that I have to submit my law school applications in the next 2-3 days. All of them. So wish me luck please and thank you!

I didn’t want to do it. I just didn’t want to apply. What is wrong with me these days? What’s going on inside of my head that’s making me forget the one dream that has been a constant since the day I knew what dreams meant. 

I thought I knew how much this meant to me. How am I going to convince a judging panel that I want to be a lawyer if I can’t even convince myself of that.

I don’t mind being in graduate school. But I just want to fast forward my life to that point, because this limbo is making me lose all motivation. I haven’t “studied” in months and I’M STILL PROCRASTINATING.

That’s not the Pryanka I knew. It’s really not.

Going Healthy: Week 6

I’ve been a bad blogger. I’ve been so busy enjoying life (And procrastinating) that I haven’t had any time to write about it.

I’m still going healthy. I’ve had slip-ups (And pizza cravings) but for the most part, I’m doing well. As far as a lifestyle rehaul goes, I’m definitely feeling more energetic. Working out is getting to be fun, something I look forward to. It’s not a chore anymore.

Here’s what I’ve maintained:

  • I go to the gym 3-5 times every week. Sometimes it’s less, and other times, I’m able to go 5 times. If I don’t go to the gym enough, I supplement that by making sure I get some cardio at home on the treadmill.
  • I bought my own yoga mat! It is pretty. I haven’t used it yet though
  • Eating healthier is still a thing. Only cereal or oatmeal for breakfast. Sometimes just a bit of fresh fruit. Lunch is the heaviest meal, with some protein and carbs usually. No salad for lunch. It’s either normal Indian food or I’ll make myself a sandwich, wrap, or noodle dish. Usually home-made and healthier
  • On the days I work out, dinner is a protein smoothie. On the days I don’t, it’s a light salad or a bowl of whatever vegetable dish my mom has prepared in the house. No roti at night.

But the above doesn’t matter so much, right? Is there any visible weight loss?

  • This is weird to be writing in public. I was easily a size 10 for jeans, and wore an “L” for most shirts when I began this re-haul in the end of January
  • I am now fitting back into my size 8/9 clothes much more easily. I’m belting my size 10’s now
  • For tops…I’m still wearing large, but some of my stuff looks a bit baggy. Or less snug, whatever you want to call it. I can wear some of my older Medium sized shirts without feeling like all my fat rolls are showing


Soulmate, on Idol

I was watching the first American Idol performance episode tonight and I just really had to pause when Ms. Tenna performed her song (2nd out of 10 performances) to search up what song she sang. The lyrics are already haunting and beautiful but her delivery, dare I say, was more appealing to me than the original singer of this song, Natasha Bedingfield.

Enjoy 🙂 I’d say to listen to the original first, and then Tenna’s performance to really understand how she made that song her own.

PS. Don’t hate on me for watching American Idol, I just really really love Nicki Minaj. Don’t hate on me for loving Nicki Minaj either ><



UNFORTUNATELYYYY, the Top 10 were revealed on American Idol tonight, and she didn’t make it past the audience voting 😦 So much sadness, this one performance of hers was just too amazing.

The things you don’t know yet

This song makes me cry.

I blog about nail polish. At lest, I want to. I don’t post on that blog often.

I’ve played Neopets since I was in the 4th grade.

My vision in eyeglasses was so demoralizing that geting used to and regularly wearing my rigid gas permeable lenses gave me a whole new burst of life.

I hate doing the dishes. And laundry. I hate dishes and laundry.

I’m clingy sometimes, and definitely dramatic a lot of the time. You have to be able to handle that, and know how to calm me down.

absolutely hate being ignored. The silent treatment is the worst possible thing somebody can do to me. I’d rather yell and bluster and fight and have good makeup sex instead.

Before this year, I have never been as lazy as I feel right now. This is me in pretty depressing condition. I need to dust myself off and try again.

I’m terrible at singing, but I sing along to music I like anyway.

Lil Wayne is my secret husband. When I first saw him live in concert, I’m pretty sure my heart skipped a beat from the shock, excitement, and OMGICAN’TBELIEVEIT jitters. 

I looooooove chocolate. 

I’ve got secret fantasies. Of the sexual nature. 

I hate leaving a book unfinished, even if I absolutely hate it. I try to power through.

I’m still a little bit jealous of my younger brother, as much as I adore him to death and love him and trust him.

I think consistent communication is NECESSARY in friendships. Especially close ones.

I love the orange Starburst, and always left the grape flavored Skittles for last.

I want you to take over control, plug me in, and turn me on.