Basically last day of summer is today,

because tomorrow is Sunday, and it doesn't really count because I'll be at church and then lunch with the family and then pretty much taking a shower, picking out my outfit, doing my hair, and going to sleep- then waking up and going to school.

Marlee just left. She spent the night after the first Foard (my highschool) football game of the season last night. It was pretty chill because I got to see like, everyone, from our school.

Yesterday me and Daddy spent the majority of the day together. He took me to sell ads, and I sold one or two, and the rest are "maybe's", which means at least three or four of them will more than likely buy at least the cheapest ad. We went to this place called 'Pleaser's' downtown, and I got a cheeseburger. Well, I wasn't thinking about it being a family-owned good ole' Southern restaurant, because at McDonald's I get "everything" on my cheeseburger (cheese, pickle, ketchup, mustard, onion). They gave me the cheeseburger, and as a true Southerner I felt so stupid, because my "all-the-way cheeseburger" had cole slaw and everything slapped on there, it was oozing with the stuff. I couldn't even get it in my mouth and I ended up throwing away 75% of it. So tip for all of y'all people up north: Remember that in the South when you ask for everything, you get EVERYTHING.

After four, Daddy and I went grocery shopping and then went to Sally's Beauty and got my waver. I was super stoked, and I did my hair for the game. I got alot of compliments on it, but I felt like my face looked horrible- even if my hair did look sort of pretty.

I'm watching 'Full House' now. Well, it's on commercial, but you know. I love that show so much, it's so cute. (:

I don't really have anything to do all day. I think I'll call Ashley or Samantha and Megan and see if they want to hang. Maybe not, because me and Marlee were talking about going to see 'The Rocker' tonight, since it's our last night of summer where we can actually not go to sleep and get by with it. Tomorrow I've gotta hit the sack at at least 9.

I'll blog later, probably.

XOXO, Emily Love