Yesterday I woke up and my dad told me I was going to the gym and that was that. My dad is a big fittness person so, heaven forbid if anyone misses a day of working out then you are bound to get fat and can't have any sweets or anything. So I got up and decided to not wear nutin on my face, but then I looked at my face in the mirror and my moderate acne and redness screamed "adolecent with big boobs". Put on a little concelear, and then I just became "big boobs". Oh well, story of my life. Went to the gym, came back and got clean so mom and I could go do some shoppin at North County Fair. We had to return some things and, since we had time to kill, we went to the big ass F21. Madre got overwhelmed and I actually found some things. Score.
Then today, I woke up with this desire to bake some chocolate chip cookies. Now, my ccc obsession goes back a couple years ago when, on one random day, I bought a box of Duncan Hines (I think thats what it called...) CCC mix. Ever since, I've been hooked. But anyway, when I go down to look for some CC, find out my dad threw them away. I REALLY wanted to make those cookies, so Dad-e-o made a deal. He would buy me some CC if we walked down to the local Ralphs to go get them. Now our local Ralphs that we never shop at is 2 miles away, plus includes hills there and back. But I REALLY wanted to make those cookies. So I went. It was tiring, but not too bad. And now, there is a beautyfull plate of cookies on our counter. Rest of my day shall continue with the annoyant torture of studying for finals. And learning Italian opera. Fun stuff there. The amount of cookies I've eaten today is so disgusting, I'm not even going to share.
Off to study
Always performing,
rach
OH. yeah.
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