Went to GST class at 10 and was terrified to hear that Myara was sick and Anna was teaching the class. She's the woman that invented GST so she's obviously soooo hardcore! We started doing the class but then she has us "go back to basics" and me and the other girl who was there lie over these rounded box things and she starts digging her thumbs and elbows into our pelvises and lower abs and made us direct our first core tile to wherever she was pressing. It was sooooooo painful. But she told me a way that I have to stand in order to for my legs to be less muscle-y, and told me that the reason my abs look ugly is cause they're strong in all the wrong places and that my famous ab routine is basically the devil. Crazy. My first core tile was a pile of painful mush at the end of it but it was such an enlightening hour!
After GST I went to Valley Oak and tanned in the wonderful wonderful backyard until it was time to go to Ben's to get my oil changed. All the flowers were in bloom and it just smelled so lovely and it's so sad that we have to leave!! Got my oil changed at Ben's, his dad asked if I was there for "pasta" in a Canadian accent. Bad news: there's something wrong with my transmission. A slight leak and something else with things on the side of it that I didn't really pay attention to. Which means i've gotta take it into ford this week. I hate car servicing! But there was good news as well ... while I was waiting for the car I got an email from The Bachelor saying they had received an application on my behalf and want me to fill out a supplementary application and send in 15 pictures!!!!! Is this for real??!!!
Next stop, beloved Studio City! I missed Jordan so I decided to go hang out with him at his studio. His studio is the coziest thing ever and there's candy. It's amazing. So for 5 hours he edited a rap video while I did my autocad homework. Todd came by and we took a California Pizza Kitchen break, drank lots of cherry limeade and laughed a lot. It was a fabulous night in the valley!
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