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My personality, my character, and my life can effectively be compartamentalized into one simple story.

Yesterday, I was trying to figure out what to have for dinner. It had come to my attention (while watching TV) that I hadn't been to Taco Bell yet this week (I make a weekly pilgrimage to the Durham Taco Bell fifteen minutes away for my soft/hard tacos ever since the Franklin St. Taco Bell shut down after my freshman year at Carolina). It had also come to my attention that I hadn't been to Chick-Fil-A since college. This posed a quandary that my college-educated mind was not well equipped to solve.

Here is how my mind broke it down:

• Taco Bell: Cheaper, but not necessarily filling.
• Chick Fil-A: A bit more expensive, but would probably guarantee a full stomach. BUT the greasiness might lead to breakouts later on, which would pose a problem since I spend almost all my waking hours holed up in my room alone

I really suck at decision making when it comes to really equally-close choices. I am not joking when I say this, but I oftentimes just flip a coin when it comes to decisions that I just can't figure out; the most significant life decision I've made on a coin flip is probably my decision to apply to Carolina early.

A few months ago, Yush, Han, Alex and I found ourselves at Banana Republic at Southpoint. For some reason, I had gotten it into my head that I really wanted to get a blazer. Unfortunately, Banana Republic had TWO brown blazers that I liked equally. The sad thing is they are both brown blazers, which means I'm not really adding to the diversity of my wardrobe - I just couldn't decide which brown blazer I liked more.

So I ended up buying both. I figured that if I bought one, there would be days when I might regret it - if I bought both, I would never regret having them both. And boy, was I right.

So going back to my Chick-Fil-A vs. Taco Bell story, guess which one I chose?

That's right, I chose both. I had my cake and I ate it, too.