Made some grilled chicken tonight, pretty simple stuff. I haven't been eating starches for the past 1.5 weeks (eternity). It's like there are no other options out there. I'm trying to make it till Wednesday, my birthday, though I don't even think cutting starches out has done one thing. Maybe it takes longer than a week and a half to start losing weight, but I guess I've just had it way too easy in the past. 23 is all too much a reality right now. When I told my friend Henry earlier that I didn't want to turn 23, he says, "why, it's great!" His "argument" was that 23 sounds so much older and you get more respect. My response (and all I heard out of that statement) was that I just sound older because I'm old now. Ah - I should stop my complaints because 23 is still very young. And there's no other holiday I love more than my birthday. I'm kidding, sort of. Mom sent me up a Happy Birthday banner to hang it my room. My roommate said to leave it in her room and she'd hang it because there's no way I can hang my other birthday banner.
Wow, I wrote a lot tonight. Oh, and one more thing. A friend promised me that if I gave him a shout out on here he'd finally follow me. So here it is
My first Peace Love Chi O date, Drew Plunk
Please take note of the Jessica Simpson poster hanging in Drew and Morgan's room from that year.
Annnnd another one - Destin '08
There ya go, Rew. Now you better follow through.
Night, folks. Happy Genna Eve Eve.
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