I have THE BEST daddy in the world. All you haters who are against a grown eighteen year old woman calling her father "daddy" can bite me! My daddy is the greatest.
So after our little blog spat Z and I were clearly not getting along so well. So you know me, instead of tellin her how I feel, I decided to skip work and pretend I was sick. To be fair, I wasn't really pretending that hard, I felt terrible. So I sat around and watched TV and played around on my computer. When my daddy got home, he knew exactly what was going on. He asked me what was wrong and I told him nothing. So, he kept bugging me till he got the real answer. Then I cried on his good military dress uniform for like a solid half hour. Lol. But he didn't care, cause he's the best.
Anyway, when Zuri got home he made us sit down and talk about what was going on and now it's all better. And that's all to the good, because I intend on spending more time in her apartment than here once she moves out. I don't know if she knows that she's going to be living in the new party center. Woot! JK!
So next week in Atlanta I'm going to be doing a fashion shoot for new fall lines. My mom has her own thing going on, which I will also be a part of, but this shoot will be for a variety of designers and so on. It's weird and kind of depressing to me that the fall lines are already coming out. I mean, I know we're in school already and all, but for real is summer gone that quick? I really don't feel like I wore near enough bathing suits this summer! I mean, after this I gotta wait eight months before I wear another bathing suit. Maybe I'll gain a ton of wait and just be a fat ass for a few months. Nah, for real though, my mom's fall line is going to be crazy. Mark your calendars for September 3rd, cause if you miss it, you might as well go into hibernation till spring. No, for real though.
LOVE YOU TO Z,
Your lil sis, Paula
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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
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
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