My cell phone from the stone age is gone. I now have a Samsung slide phone and I don't know what to make of it. I feel like an imposter. I am grateful for it, though. My hair is about ten pounds lighter. Not really, but a decent amount has been chopped off. Yesterday I looked a little like Mary Tyler Moore; not beautiful, just with flippy hair.
Yesterday at the beach house, I was fed way too much food. I will name it all:
Chili-rubbed (whatever that means) steak, corn on the cob, macaroni and cheese, a baked potato, a tomato with cheese and parsley, and sopapillas (fried dough with honey-a Sante Fe thing) I just about died. And for dessert! Ice cream sandwiches- vanilla lemon ice cream in between two chocolate chip cookies, and then rolled around in some rainbow sprinkles.
My family is trying to kill me.
Tomorrow I am waking up freaking early in order to regulate my sleep schedule. Good luck, self. I will be up in the gym just working on my fitness, then I will be preparing for SCHOOL, and then trying to enjoy my last taste of summer. No stress, no stress, no stress.
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If Jesse McCartney and Stacy Ferguson had a daughter, and she had a blog, the last paragraph of this post would probably show up in one form or another. I appreciated it.
OMGZ KARRI YOU BETTAH BE GOIN TO DUH GYM.
There were sooooooooo many slices of tomatoes.
I actually am mad at you.
I'm not kidding either.
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