The Pursuit of Pleasure.

I've come to the conclusion that I am a hedonist.

Granola Bars;
I swear nothing fulfills me like eating one of those badboys. I must have had about 15 chewy caramel Granola Bars as early as Monday to get all the way to ZERO yesterday evening. You know how Edward Cullen said that running is second nature to him, eating a Granola Bar is second nature to me. I go to the kitchen and I don't even realize I've eaten a piece of bliss until I look at the empty wrapper. There is a certain routine to my Granola Bar eating habits, I get up (usually during a reading session or being a computer whore session) and automatically reach for a granola bar that resides at the cupboard that's on the top of my stove (I should have a mini bicep right now). Sometimes I don't even intend to eat a Granola Bar when I go to the kitchen, but then I look at the milk in the fridge, and it's literally imploring me to go find its suitable partner ( I will keep making it a proper noun, it's that important). Now you're probably wondering "what's so special about the mofo's?", well it's basically a chocolate bar, with peanuts and like a coat of something smooth and Caramel - it's imperative that I mention that. Everyone loves chocolate, it's one those essential pleasures of life. But a Granola Bar gives you much more than a chocolate bar, it's fucking innovative. You get less carbs than you would if you were eating a chocolate bar, a miraculous crunch in your mouth, and caramel- or whatever flavor that floats your boat. I'm partial to eating it with a glass of milk, but with the absence thereof is just as fine. My high school at the moment is accommodating  my hedonistic ways by offering me a Granola Bar everyday! It simply amazes me. I wonder who invented the first Granola Bar, I even eat Granola cereal; the Kellog's Vanilla thing is awesome. So do yourselves a favor and go seek pleasure (not that kind...), unless you're like lactose intolerant, allergic to peanuts, I know life sucks. Or...