No really, am I still doing this?

So I have to confess, this is like the twelfth blog I've started, but I think this is the first one where I've made it to two posts. Go me! I got on to read Zuri's and now I'm forced to say, "I can't let Zuri out blog me! I'm way more interesting than she is!" Although, honestly, I saw the girl with her legs kicking out of the trash can, LOL! That was good stuff.

But like...that was me in high school, so a little uncomfortable laughing. Not that I got beat up or ended up in trashcans, far from it. I was the daughter of a General and the countries foremost fashion designer. I never went to school in an outfit that cost less than $400 off the rack. I hung with the most popular girls and I could and did have any boy I want. Zuri was the one getting picked on and usually by me.

What do you want me to say, I feel bad about it? Yeah, I do. I feel bad that for most of our school years I took part in torturing my sister because she was the little mixed girl and I was part of a clique. My bad y'all, gosh.

Anyway, back to what I want to talk about and not my more talk about my very very few faults. Since the modeling is getting in the way of working out at dad's dojo, I've started a regular jogging routine. It's all the physical benefits of working out, plus I get to show all of Durham how hot I am! Bonus! I'm trying to get Zuri to run with me, even though she is keeping up with the dojo workouts. I tried just asking and I don't think that's doing the trick, so I'm moving to guilt at dinner tonight. Wish me luck!

Oh, I almost forgot to talk about my girls! So, as many of you know, for my service year I am teaching at my old high school. My old chorus teacher took me on as her mentee and she even gave me a whole class that's just mine. So my class will be having a super special show, choreographed by yours truly with songs they pick out and...here's the greatest part...my mom is going to help with the costuming. Goodbye sequins and tophats, hello designer fabrics. BEST CHORUS SHOW EVER! Dates to follow, so quit asking already.

Well, I think that's a rap for me. Not that there isn't more to be said about the glorious life of Paula Greene, but I'm you look tired and I could talk all night. You're a dear for listening this long!

Kisses, Paula