America's Next Top Model

Hey Dad, just thought you'd like to know, one of the models at my shoot yesterday was on America's Next Top Model Cycle 2 :)

Studio Time

 

Welcome to my life. So here's the story of my day that I didn't tell you yesterday because I was too tired. Not that I'm not tired now, I just had a venti coffee with hazelnut (don't leave room for cream bitches (jip me outta ma xtra inch of caffeine goodness)) so now I can't sleep. Lately coffee hasn't really helped me be un-tired, it's just helped me be non-asleep...Anyway, back to that story.

So I awoke with a rainy day, as usual, Atlanta hates me, and washed my jeans for this shoot, and put shoes in a bag and the usual stuff. I hopped in the car and got gas...thieving bastards $3.59 a gallon? wtf is up with that?...and drove to the address Stewart gave me, which led me to what appeared to be a replica of an old 1800's village that had clearly seen its better days. Yes. There were goats. And a rooster. And a dog with a green mohawk. I parked and went across the wooden porch of Building 6 and opened the wooden door and went up the wooden stairs, where a black cat stuck its tongue out at me. Awesome. 2nd door...on the left. Stewart. Door opens, and Whoa...Studio. Like, for real studio. Apparently it's where they broadcast Armada FM radio. Not a home basement studio with a backdrop and lights, but for real studio. Warehouse loft style, with set pieces and hidden rooms, huge walls different colors, and clothing racks, tables, and at least 12 people at Candy's beck and call. I was styled by tons of people. Gold dress. Expensive? Yes. I got to wear my own leather jacket though. So then I got my hair done, again, by several people, and then my makeup. Loved the makeup artist too, she was so sweet! So then we did the shoot with Drew Crozier, for hair and clothes I think and also some mock-balyage highlighting which turned out to be temprah paint in my hair. Cool. Basically, it was awesome, and I had an amazing time. And I got to hang out with some funny, crazy, creative people, which might have just been the best part!

Love

I had my photoshoot for Jamison Shaw today, and it was amazing. Basically drove to some creepy warehouse which turned out to be awesome. I'm so tired that I'll update after my nappppp.....

Z.

fearless naivety, thats what it is.

Lisa hooked up with Milkman Last night

So Jamison Shaw called me today and asked me to model for them Monday, and I'd have to get highlights today. Oh and I'd get a gift certificate to their salon. Umm...hell yea. So Candy did my highlights and now I'm super blonde. Excited though. Milkman concert last night. Shopping with Xavier and Sarah today. My life kicks ass lately :)

Missing Home

I feel like doing something. Like shopping or learning to skateboard or playing music with someone. Too bad my friends for these things are all in my beloved Florida.

Chameleon

My love life has been a series of epiphanies, all leading to this one. I am a multifaceted person. Scratch that. I am like 10 different people in one body. I neither wake up the same as I fell asleep that night nor fall asleep the same as I awoke that morning. And my love interests are a reflection of that diversity. But the running theme here is that it always comes down to the guy falling for me. Well, one of me. He falls for the reckless, carefree, seductive, don't-give-a-shit-about-what-you-think-of-me party girl. He falls for the sweet, naive, innocent, gentle, lover of everything, soft spoken vegan, who needs protecting. He falls for the capable caregiver, the mothering, family driven independent with her foot in the door of every controversial topic known to man and a penchant for organization and cleanliness. He falls for the nerdy, book reading, scientist smarty-pants who knows her way around gamer terminology and the science fiction TV channel. He falls for the boundry pushing fashionista. He falls for the free spirit, the artistic musician. He falls for the motivated athlete.

My conclusion is this: Few people are like me. Few people delve into subjects with the fiery, fleeting passion that I do, and its this approach that gets me into trouble and gives me the greatest payoff when something goes right. Boys get to know me and fall in love with me, and when I shift and change they can't change with me, and get lost and left behind. They love the girl who is one of these things. I need someone who can love all of the me's and who can keep up, who can love the change and change with me.

Free Stuff!

Its a running theme in my life to be making new friends. I'm starting to really love modeling for this reason. But also for the fact that today, my friend Stewart needed a model for a haircut class at Jamison Shaw Hairdressers, and I, ever in for the free stuff, obliged. So now I have a new free haircut!

Sesame is dying.

Blue Jay Way

Me being cooler than you will ever be. Ok, just kidding. Me and Stewart made some art!

Bed Intruder

My morning: http://www.myfoxatlanta.com/dpp/news/local_news/Emory-Student-Discovers-Man-in-Room-20110318


Chelsea was on Fox news today for this! Video coming soon!

Battlestar Galactica, Stargate, Firefly

Ok. Confession number two...ish. I am a huge nerd. Huge. Under this normal-looking, if not a little spacy-seeming exterior, I worship at the throne of three things: coffee, science, and the SyFy channel. The latter of which was brought to fruition at approximately 11:02 a.m. in CCI this morning after the following events transpired:

1) David Gutman and Dhananjaya approached me in the hall
2) DJ pointed and said, "look, you're both Stargate fans"
3) I transformed into a gigantic nerd and on commenced a heated discussion about the Ori and Goa'uld.

It was joined by another fellow "Is this a Stargate conversation?" Yes. Yes it is. On and On. Atlantis. Universe. I name dropped Battlestar Galactica. Firefly. Nathan Fillion. Joss Whedon. Part of me is in disbelief that I actually know who these people are and why they are so awesome, and part of me is elated that I'm having this conversation in the first place. Sooooo AMAZING. And, the lady next to the filing cabinet who could overhear the conversation turned to me and told me she felt like she was in an episode of The Big Bang Theory, which I've decided to take as a compliment. Excellent day.

War in Afghanistan

http://www.answercoalition.org/march-forward/statements/us-helicopters-massacre.html

I read this and I know which side I am on. I will not be quiet about it. I feel this article sums up our occupation of Afghanistan concisely and the toll it is taking on their people. It is wrong.

10 bucks says she's a Republican

But only because mommy and daddy are and thats how they paid for this music video by stealing all my money for their capitalist asses.

Yes. This is for real. Shocking, right? She's the star of her 1st grade class too. Inevitable, I know, with those lyrics. I'm pretty sure she's only happy because she got to get her braces off right before this video was shot. Not so lucky is her significantly uglier tow headed young friend standing next to her in the convertible scene...*shudder*. My favorite part might be when the older looking dude nudges her, like "Yo Rebecca" clearly your the coolest kid in school now that you know the order of the days in the week. Word.

Last night, This morning

Rango with Dhanji, then dinner with Nico. I got to drive the Infiniti!!! She's awesome, and DJ drives like a grandma. Thats how the do it in india I guess. Anyway, off to C-town with Kelsey this morning, I'll update on adventures later...who knows what will happen? I'll enjoy my mini spring break :)

Crazy Beautiful

Marion Designs (Spring Time Beauty) from Annie Tee on Vimeo.

Check out my buddy Annie Tee! And take a look at our photo shoot from last night! Marion Designs, Moda Blasina, Coiffuer and plenty of pretty ladies! Oh and as usual, I'm being weird. Enjoy!

Ringo Starr

photos via: We Live Young

sleep in, tan, photoshoot, dye hair.

Blackbird.

                                                On the other shore...  

                                  

                                                                             ...There we are.

If I were wrong, maybe you'd forgive me. Stubborn, love, it's who we are. Would it be wrong to tell you that I miss your eyes, and your jaw, and how you held me so tightly and made me believe I was safe. Would it be wrong to tell you that I miss your shape, your smell, and this bed it too big without you? Would it be wrong to tell you that I honestly feel that I'm better off without your weight on my shoulders, without your words in my ear, without your hand in the small of my back, showing me where to go? It's why we can't speak, nothing I have to say is an answer to your question, I have nothing to say that will be true. 

So fly, blackbird, fly, and be great.

I don't want to be saving you, I don't want you to be saving me. 

I demand Summer

Last night was Chelsea's birthday celebration: saki bombs at ru sans. Just work today, I'm dead without coffee.

I think I'm going to live on the beach from now on. I need it.

I feel confident now that I can enter here and not be found.

Hush, and let's get lost in the fantasy.

Drift.