Foreign Chocolates

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I got some chocolates today. My boyfriend gave them to me. From England. Cue the oooh's.

It's a big bag of chocolates called the "Sharing Mix." I shared with a few people in advisory but then I became selfish. UGH I know, not an admirable quality. But all you girls out there know what happens when something or somebody comes between you and your chocolates. I'm probably going to get fat by the end of the bag. THANKS ZAC.

Also about the chocolates: the handle ripped off when I opened the bag so I had to awkwardly carry the bag around without a handle. But I'm not bitter or anything.

Hm.

Today, in marching band, a really unfortunate fashion choice was made. To march you have to have the "proper footwear" so I store a pair of heavy-duty sneakers in my band locker. However, I was wearing a body-con skirt (for those of you who don't follow fashion, click here). I can only rock so much fashion and, let me tell you, I could not rock the sneaker/skirt combo. I was not alone, though. Fellow marching band-ites can sympathize because many of them were in the same position I was. We should form a focus group.

Not bad for my first blog.

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