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[02 Nov 2005|08:21am] |
[mood|  anxious ]
We got two cancellations for Sunday's shoot, so luckily all the girls that wanted to interview might get a chance to be in this calendar. I am going to Bryant Park tonight to meet the last two girls. It pisses me off how we put so much time into this and people just pick up the phone with some bullshit excuse and cancel. Oh well, welcome to the world of employment. I have been guilty of it myself too. The t-shirts are ready, we have to just order the food and we are all set for Sunday.
So in a previous entry I wrote how Rocco and I were going to take the apartment in Centerport, well we did better if you can believe that. The lady I work for wants to hire me full-time as a live in and give Rocco and I the apartment above their garage, for nothing. It's in a gated community, a private village to be exact. Right on the water, we have a beach as our backyard. It's not as big as the one in Centerport, but we don't have to pay rent and thats amazing. It's almost totally furnished too. We have to pick up some pots, pans, a couch, living room furniture and some bedroom drawers. It's 1 bedroom, 1.5 bathrooms, eat in kitchen,big walk in closet, living room, and all utils are included. The best part about this is that I will still get paid for working for her. $15 an hour 5 days a week 7:30AM-5:30PM. With Rocco's salary and mine we will be able to live very comfortably, and I can still go to school at night. We hope to start moving in winter break. We also set on the puppy now. A mini-beagle. For real, I'm serious this time, we are really getting one. LOL.
I never made it to the halloween party on Saturday night, I was soooooooo tired. Lately, I have to sleep all day just to go out at night. Like I said, I haven't been feeling well.
My friend Rob told me that tonight at Bryant Park after the interviews, we get to go ice skating. All my years living so close to Manhattan, and I never got to go ice skating in the city. Should be awesome.
I met my best friends girlfriend the other day. I am so happy for him. We kinda lost touch for a while, with the whole starting a business, moving out, and all my health issues, that I didn't really get a chance to talk to him. It makes me so happy that he finally found someone that appreciates him. He's a good guy.
I got pulled over last night for speeding in Asharoken. The Asharoken police are so annoying. The cop was like you were going 40. The speed limit is 30. They have nothing better to do. The problem was I hadn't gotten my new license in the mail yet since I just turned 21, so he gave me a really hard time. He was hot tho, and I told him I was sorry and everything, and he wound up not writing me a speeding ticket or a ticket for having an expired license. As he was leaving I turned and said, you have nice eyes. He smiled and told me to drive safely.
So I am flying to Chicago on Monday. I got a call around 5:45 PM from my agent last night. He's like you got chosen for the new Lifehouse music video, you need to be on a plane for Chicago on Monday afternoon, until Wednesday afternoonish (the return time is pending how long the video shoot goes for). I have no idea what I'll be doing or anything, but they chose me because I have prior dance experience and film experience. I can bring one person with me, but I don't think Rocco can come because he can't take off of work. Anyone want to go to Chicago? I'm excited because it pays really well.
Alright I'm gonna get going, COPS should be on soon.
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[28 Oct 2005|10:02am] |
[mood|  crazy ]
It's so cold here. It snowed upstate. As you guys probably know I haven't been feeling well lately, and the cold is most def. NOT helping.
Business is doing really well. We now have about 14 girls doing the calendar shoot. We have to top it off at this number too because we only have 15 t-shirts made up. We sent out this mass e-mail telling them all what to bring and then boom we get three other girls that want to sign. It was so hard getting models in the beginning and now they just keep falling into our laps.
This weekend and next week is crunch time. I'm getting so excited for this shoot.
I'm going to a Halloween party tomorrow night. I am gonna take so many pictures.
I feel so bad for my boyfriend. He had to work from 4am this morning until 1PM and he had an overnight the night before. It's so boring when he isn't around.
wel i'll write more tomorrow night.
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[24 Oct 2005|02:45am] |
[mood|  busy ]
So I am soooooo busy lately. The business is doing great. We have a web designer working on our site which should be completed by next month. www.viperislandpromotional.com Keep your eye out for it. We have our 10 girls for the calendar shoot which will be November 6th. I'll be sure to post pictures. I am soooo excited.
The weekend went pretty well so far. A lot of business work. We've been working at this for about 4-6 hours a day, after all of us get back from our regular jobs and school. It's rough.
So I am pretty sure we found the apartment. The lady I work for is renting an apartment for $600 a month 2 bedrooms, 1.5 baths,living room, EIK, all wood floors, ceiling fans, porch, utilities included, and its right on the water in Centerport. She gave me that price because the tennants she has now are dealing drugs out of the house and she trusts me. An apartment for that price on Long Island is impossible to find! Usually something that big is around $2,000/$2,500 here. We figured if we keep one car, and split that rent, it is definitely afforable to stay on Long Island instead of going to Brooklyn and ditching the car. We have to be in by May if we take this.
Today we looked at furniture, plates/knives, pots, etc. We looked at beds and mattresses. We have just been trying to price everything out. Luckily, Rocco is cleaning out his basement with all his extra stuff from their old house and his mom said we can take anything we can use. We also have enough T.V's between the two of us for every room. I'm really excited for this change.
My mom and I went to breakfast and shopping this morning. My mom and I don't really get along well so I was sooo happy we spent some time together and actually bonded. It felt good. She was saying how she wants to sell the house and buy a co-op in manhattan and asked me if I was ready to move out. I hadn't really talked in detail about my plans for moving out and wasn't planning on it until I was sure of the apartment and had a planned out budget to show her, but the talk was good and she believes if I play my cards right, it's time.
Rocco had the night shift tonight. He went in at 12. We layed in bed for a few hours before so he could sleep. I love sleeping with him. It's so warm and the most wonderful feeling. Besides, he looks adorable when his hair is all messy. He gets out at 9am. I feel bad for him. He works so hard lately, he's really saving for this move. I'm in love.
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[15 Oct 2005|12:11am] |
[mood|  sleepy ]
The weather absolutely sucks here. I miss the summer, I get depressed around this time of year.
The business is doing well we have another three interviews this upcoming week and hopefully our first shoot in the next couple weeks.
Today was crazy I spent the majority of my day in the car, I had a job interview in Oceanside (normally a 40 min drive) but however due to the pouring rain and that I and wound up getting lost somewhere in Freeport (which isnt exactly a great area) it took me over an hour to get to the interview. The interview lasted about 10 minutes and I am still not sure if I have this job. The guy told me that I have to wear all black and that I have to be there 15 mins before my shift starts, but then said someone would call me next week to set up an orientation. I think that means I have it, but they didn't say welcome aboard or we look forward to working with you or anything. I was almost hoping they didn't give me the job because the travel time is very far, and gas prices are very high these days. However, looking long term it is about a block away from the train station so even when I live in Brooklyn I can keep this job and get there without a car.
I babysat tonight, and Morgan started telling me about her boyfriend. I remember when she was afraid of the dark. I can't believe I have been with that family four years. I can't believe the baby I held in my arms is now in preschool, and is learning to read. I can't believe a kid that was 5 years old, is now 9, 4th grade. In a way I have grown up with them. It upsets me, a great deal. Before I know it they wont need me to babysit for them anymore. I held the youngest in my arms tonight and listened to him hum the theme song from Fresh Prince of Bel Air. I laughed at the middle one when he showed me his talent for farting on command, and helped the oldest with math homework on graphs. Someday I will have children of my own and these moments will repeat again, they are all so special.
I have dance tomorrow from 9-5 then we are getting together to get some work done for Viper Island Promotional. Then I am picking Rocco up at 10 from work. I didn't really see him all day today, I miss him, a lot.
I had a long talk with one of my friends today about Rocco, well I did most of the talking he just listened. I told him how much it bothers me that Rocco smokes pot, and that sometimes I cry because I don't want anything to happen to him or for him to get in trouble or just wake up one morning when he is 45 with a joint in his hand(whether I am still with him or not). It bothers me more and more lately but I can't bring myself to really say much of anything, because it was something I knew about before we started dating, and him smoking pot doesn't affect my feelings for him. I still love him with all my heart and always will, I don't understand why it bothers me so much. I guess I just want him to not mess up his life or his body. I know it's harmless and it doesn't really affect you that much, but I still don't like it. I don't like the smell on his breath when I kiss him, I don't like the red eyes, I don't like the spaced out looks, its like I am not dating the same person. I think it would be different if it was a once a week or weekend thing, but its not. I feel like a bitch or a horrible girlfriend. I don't know what to think anymore, perhaps I am a horrible girlfriend. I cannot complain about anything else though, he is amazing in every way, when its him though and not the altered state.
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[10 Oct 2005|07:28pm] |
[mood|  bored ]
I haven't updated in a couple days. I decided to relax tonight and not go out. I was all excited to watch the Ranger game and I looked at the schedule to see what time to put it on and realized they played at 1pm and lost, so um yea that sucked.
Our business is doing well lately, we are getting more models to inquire and stuff.
This weekend I really didn't do much of anything except babysit, dance, and hang out with the usual people. Joe was home for the weekend. I love him.
I really want to see a broadway show for Christmas maybe. One of the reasons I adore my bf is because he likes broadway shows.
I'm looking at my nails now and I really need to re-paint them. Yuck. I feel like I don't have anything important to write at all.
Maybe tomorrow I'll have a more meaningful entry.
<lj-cut text ="Little listey thing about my old hs>
<big> THIS IS REALLY FUNNY IF YOU WENT TO ASJ! </BIG>
i miss those asj days like whoa!!!
-boxers: never leave home without them.
-you are obsessed with food and eating constantly.
-after you gorge yourself with food everyone starts complaining about how fat they are going to get but everyone continues to eat anyway.
-the real reason everyone joins math team: FOOD!
-when people from other catholic schools tell you that they got detention for being out of uniform you are shocked.
-what is detention?
-screw the 5 S's.
-you can't understand what the big deal is about homecoming.
-in freshmen year you went to the chaminade dances and thought you would actually meet someone.
-you've seen an ASJ bug or rodent.
-you've been yelled at by ms. stanwich for [a: being in the locker room b: being out of proper uniform c: not going to glee club practice d: being too loud in the locker room.]
-you know either a cleary, lambert or belford.
-half your friends are die-hard irish.
-you'll never meet as many haitian people.
-you know NOT to sing "happy birthday" until all the cake and brownies are finished.
-where you sit at the lunch table is an issue of controversy.
-you know way more about mr. wholleb's personal life than you need to.
-people ask you why you wear your skirt so short since you go to an all-girls school.
-you are pretty sure that all the little kids are EVIL.
-when sister pat says revolution you can't stop laughing.
-you have anxiety attacks over spirit week.
-you're mad that they don't make french fries as often as they used to.
-you are still not sure if the hair you found in your french fries last year was a pubie or not.
-mr. marinelli and ying-yangs - you've heard it all.
-the campanile is just . . . odd.
-seeing random nuns walking around the hall is not uncommon.
-the gnome statues in the library just plain freak you out.
-any guy you even look at is a perspective boyfriend.
-whoever has a boyfriend is held on a pedestal.
-you have a friend with 3 or more siblings.
-is it just me but isn't computer class pointless?
-fishy fridays during lent.
-no matter what the outcome, YOU should have won spirit week.
-during math lab you do everything BUT math.
-the only thing you remember about mrs. cahill's math class is "little beasts", "brave souls" and that "you're going to hell".
-every saturday night no matter where you've been, what you did if you go online at 11 or 11:30 everyone you know will be online as well.
-you can't wait to drive so you can get checkers or mcdonald's for lunch.
-BADMINTON IS A SPORT
-only at ASJ could the best sports team be the badminton team.
-you never go to chemistry, yet still get good grades.
-you never have class.
-you spend your free time in the cafeteria.
-your seat has been changed, at some time, by sister maureen.
-you always are getting called to the office for absent notes.
-mrs. wood continues to torture you with math problems with only 1.5 minutes left.
-you've chased someone around the locker room.
-what chapel?
-you'd rather talk to the lunch ladies than your own parents.
-it is always someone's birthday.
-no reason to have a party in school? celebrate your birthday!
-you've found a place to smoke and not get caught
-the biggest thing in school is spirit week.
-you've learned how to break the vending machine.
-you talk to the Laro guys.
-you've been on the senior stairs at some point.
-you just HAVE to go to the sophomore sleepover.
-face it...the dances suck.
-every time there's a party, you hear about it within 5 minutes.
-no one can keep a secret.
-there's no such thing as quiet in the library.
-you get pissed off by the cafeteria prices.
-you've stolen something from the bookstore.
-you've vandalized something or other in the school.
-you never have any homework.
-you read the writings on the bathroom walls.
-french fries are considered lunch.
-you know the origin of a yin-yang.
-seeing people walking around with blankets is normal.
-you've gotten two merit slips taken away, but have never gotten a detention.
-you've signed yourself in at the nurse, while "getting a band-aid".
-you get pissed off when you have to wait for the parade of kids to walk up the stairs.
-you call it a station and not a homeroom.
-you know everyone's name.
-you are always scrubbing for money.
-you've almost gotten sued for sexual harassment from a D.A.R.E officer, Laro guy, etc etc...
-the junior moose room and senior stairs are a big thing to you.
-your skirt's too short, your shirt is never tucked in, your sweater is never on, you wear sneakers, and your hair is blue...
-you no longer consider anything unusual. For instance, you could walk by three alligators making passionate love on a corner in the city and not think anything of it.
-you swear you saw that darn rat trap in a home and gardens magazine.
-you know anyone with a red skirt is terribly inferior.
-you have mastered tetris and have happy little dreams about those red sticks.
-one of your friends has had, or will have, a girlfriend.
-you have come to terms with the fact that most of the time you are not hearing things. yes, people do frequently scream, "stop biting me" or any other variety of phrases. just to add, an unnamed academy girl said today in the bathroom, "come on, you have four hands," fortunately not meaning what it sounds like, as is always the story in academy land.
-you can maximize the space on any chair, couch or table. example: 11 academy girls can sleep comfortably on a sofa.
-you are getting an academic life. or at least they convince you are. constantly.
-you BARELY see anyone from ASJ ALL SUMMER.
-you've stolen something from mr. walsh's desk.
-mrs. bronkhurst has anything you will ever need in her desk.
-you have dreams of throwing that oh so wonderful red book at mrs. ventura's head.
-the only person who wears penny loafers is mr. walsh.
-GYM class consists of no physical activity whatsoever. except when games are played like "hit the moving weiman" during tennis or badminton days.
-PASTA WEDNESDAY!!!!!
-we're all probably way to close for our own good.
-only in ASJ can u get away with calling your american teacher, "DICK", or ricky or ur religon teacher phil or"MR. MA MA".
-if you're on the soccer team, you leave your school shoes in your locker, cause other wise y'all lose em...and you wear your adidas flip flops to and from school...c'mon it's tradition...and YES your atheltic directors absolutly hate the soccer team....and make them line their own field, even though the atheltic price went up to $200.
-the softball field has grass all over it on off season, and also during the season.
-everyone use's their cell phones during school.
-no one ever has class.
-leaving the 200 acre premise is waaaaaay too easy.
-at one point, you've had a crush on diego, mr. walsh, or mr. marinelli.
-nobody is ever on time for class...including the teacher.
-everyone dreads nohilly's class.
-everyone's favorite video in sister isabelle's class, is "15 and pregnant".
-we dont have 9, 40 minute periods...instead we have 38, 10 minute MODS.
-everyone at least has one day with only a 20 minute lunch. but then another days you could have a 2 hr free period.
-forgot to lock your locker? no worries ventura will empty it out for you and throw your shit everywhere!
-everyone gets confused on short mod days.
-pfft...who brings a date to winter formal?
-nobody learns anything during abbaitello's history class.
-either people walk extremly slow down the billion staircases, or practically sprint down them.
-you wait 4 years for your own bathroom, then discover its infested with blood mites.
-half your friends want to have sex with walsh...the other half want to fuck Diego.
-jeans is a dirty word.
-sister lisa has everything you could possibly want in her classroom.
-you wonder if sister mary ryan is really a nun.
-walsh knows more about your sex life than some of your friends.
-there are no tryouts for sports.
-you wait to see what kind of day you'll have every morning on the anouncements.
-you hate that bitchy resource room teacher.
-by senior year you know what friends will be bridesmaids in your wedding.
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[07 Oct 2005|08:38pm] |
[mood|  bitchy ]
I felt very strange all day today. Very hungry, very tired, very depressed. It's my sisters birthday. I just want to sit in my room and sleep all day.
I wish I had more money. Doesn't everyone.
Rocco came over this morning. I made him pastina. Made me feel good when he actually ate it, you don't understand how picky this kid is with food. Pastina is an italian breakfast dish incase anyone was wondering.
We lounged around all day. I decided I need a job that can support me regularly rather then modeling stuff every once in a while.
I spent my whole evening applying for jobs. I applied with the MTA, I applied with a couple recptionist jobs for medical offices and salons, and I applied to take the police test. I figured, what the hell.
I need to make more money so I can leave my house. I am beginning to hate it here. The spring seems so far away.
I feel so fat and gross today, I am REALLY depressed.
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[05 Oct 2005|12:23pm] |
[mood|  calm ]
Yesterday was a bit hectic with our meeting and all. I woke up fairly early, took a shower, got dressed and then went to Staples with Rocco to photocopy flyers for our business meeting yesterday evening. We then went to Famous Footwear so Rocco could get shoes and then to Panera bread for lunch before hopping on the train.
I hate the train. I also hate driving into the city, which is why I cannot wait to be only a subway train away. We met all the business partners in Bryant park, then met with our prospective model, she looked over the paperwork and decided to take it home to her parents to read it all. She later informed me that she wanted to sign with us. After the meeting we did some scouting for prospective models and discussed which route we were going to take first. Did we want the girls to go on promotion jobs first or start with items we can sell online? We decided to start with the 12 month calendar so that we can sell it online and bring it with us to the jobs to sell more when the girls are actually out at work, we also felt this would be something good to bring to prospective clients to show who our models are.
After the meeting and hanging around Bryant park for a while, we hopped on the train back to Long Island so we could do some more work on licensing. After all the research, we found out we DO NOT need a license if we are based on Long Island but if we decide to base it in Manhattan we do. For all the partnership, and incorporation licenses it will come to about $300 split between all of us and we will have all the licenses within 24 hours. This was actually good news. We may need to require an extra license if we decide to hire people not as independent contractors (which is what we hire the models as now), but long term if we decide we want one specific photographer and one specific hair and makeup artist we would need to acquire an extra license for having them on payroll.
I am excited to start getting this business rolling. I love the fact that we can all work together and not fight and everyone does there part.
Rocco started work at Trader Joe's so he is not around during the day as much anymore. I miss him and I am trying to keep myself occcupied. It's good for him though because he will have money and that means less time before we move out.
I am highly jealous of all the people that get along with their parents. I get along with everyone elses parents and families, except my own. I adore Rocco's family, I wish they were mine.
This morning my Mom screamed at me because I drove into the city back in June and went through an E-Z pass lane. I really couldnt help it because there were people on either side of me and I could not switch lanes. There was also construction so the cash lane was closed until right before the toll and by the time we got up that close I couldnt merge back into it. Anyway, I got a fine for going through it. I realize it was a stupid mistake but afterall, it was a mistake. She proceeded to inform me of how stupid I was, I am a stupid girl with no common sense. I drive into the city all the time, and that happened once in all the times I have driven in, I dunno it's not like I make a habit out of it. Oh well. I am tired of justifying my mother's words and actions. I just take them as they come, like swift blows to the head.
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[03 Oct 2005|10:10am] |
[mood|  full ]
I had a really great weekend. I usually don't have such good weekends but this one was fun. On Friday night I went to RoB G's house. Rocco and I played on the computer while Rob, Marisa (his gf), Kim, and her boyfriend, and this girl whose name I forgot made dinner. After dinner we tried to play this board-game and it just wasn't working so we went bowling. It was like a triple date, so we played boys vs. girls and the girls won both games. It was fun.
Saturday I danced, ALL day. I drove to Rob s's house to pick up Rocco. Rob's brother Chris was home for the weekend and I love him and haven't seen him in a while so him and I went for a walk which turned out to be a 2(ish) mile hike to the Comp Usa. Rob and Marisa picked us up from Comp Usa so we didn't have to walk back again. We decided to go to Dave and Busters. We went there blew some money on games, and then decided to drop Rob S off at home and meet up with Marisa's friend Liza for dinner at Outback. The Outback experience was horrible. We waited an hour for our food and wound up sending most of it back. Rob had this wonderful idea that we go back to Marisa's house and watch the Notebook. I was so happy cuz I have been trying to get Rocco to watch that movie with me for months. The whole time Rocco was trying NOT to enjoy it because it is one of MY movies and we have an ongoing battle over who watches crappier movies. I told him he had no heart if he disliked the Notebook, I think he really liked it and told me he didnt, I hope.
So yesterday I went to Rob S's house with Rocco to work on stuff for the company. We set up our first interview for this Tuesday and we typed up all of our release forms and non exclusive contracts. It took a few hours for us to get everything done. Then I watched Harold and Kumar while the boys smoked and played poker and ate chinese rice. Then one of my best friends from hs called me. She lives in georgia now but is coming back in december. This made my entire weekend because I miss my good friends so much. My other best friend is in Prague, studying so I don't really have anyone:(. I gained a pound back this weekend. It was the weekend and I ate a lot, time to lose it again. Hooray!
I have class this morning. Yay!
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[29 Sep 2005|10:58pm] |
[mood|  depressed ]
So the company thing is going well... we got a few responses. The next step is to start interviewing.
I haven't been feeling well the past couple days, my voice is going. Today I just hung out with Rocco for the majority of the day, and when he was in class I did some errands and homework. My life has become so boring, hopefully I will spice it up for the weekend.
I noticed when I drink a lot of carbonated beverages(I only drink diet) my stomach tends to be puffy and make a pouch so I have decided starting tomorrow no more. I will only drink green tea and water. This week I have lost 4 pounds already, its a good start.
I hope Rocco quits smoking(not cigs,the other stuff) soon. I really don't like it. I hope at least by the time we move out. I don't know though because there are sometimes when it doesnt bother me. My biggest fear is that he will get in trouble.
I am just so melancholy and blah today. Nothing exciting happened, I'm sick. I am fat.
I got this nasty e-mail sent to me from some model stating how she thought I was an insult to all models because I wasn't what real models look like. Unfortunately, I am not 5'10. I am 5'2. I don't weigh like 105 pounds and look like a stick, although I'd like too. I am 113. I didn't understand why someone would take the time out to write that. Apparently my looks offend people. Maybe I shouldn't model at all.
I wish I just had the money to move out now and I could stop modeling forever. It makes recovering so hard and life stressful and my self esteem low.
However, there are times that it's me and the photographer, and I really love it. I like the results, I like the lights, I like everything.
My shoot got canceled today due to the rain. It has been getting really cold here today, this depresses me too.
Look at how wonderful Hilary Duff looks now. ( Wish I could be that thin )
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[29 Sep 2005|08:18am] |
[mood|  giggly ]
I haven't updated in a couple days, but I just wanted to say that I have had this idea for a promotional model company for quite sometime now. I couldn't find anyone to help me start it up.
So anyway to make a long story short, last night my friends and I started a company. I convinced them it was a good idea, they agreed, we started it. We already put out a classified ad, today we are inquiring about licensing and becoming a corporation, I ordered the business cards, changed my voicemail to the business name, and we came up with the company name.
We are going to just be getting off the ground but if this works, we can make big money in a few years.
( Our classified ad, says: )
Our next step is to get all the legalities taken care of and see if we get a response from the ad. Wish us luck. :)
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[26 Sep 2005|01:55am] |
[mood|  cold ]
I am getting sick I think. My nose is stuffy, my head hurts and my throat seems to be getting worse by the day. I went to Rocco's for dinner tonight, ate a really good meal, then felt really guilty about eating it. I hate it sometimes. I don't really have time to write because I am soooooo tired and its almost 2 AM and I have class tomorrow. I am going to keep this short and sweet. Today I had a shoot with photographer Erik Lee, I decided I'd post a couple of the pictures. Lemme know what you think.
( Erik Lee 9/05 (one picture is not work safe) )
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[24 Sep 2005|07:42am] |
[mood|  groggy ]
So yesterday Rocco and I went to Gasho's. It was fun. I had never been there before and I had never been to a japanese place where they cook in front of you. I kinda wanted to touch the stove though, Rocco yelled at me.
Last night we went out to Dave and Busters. That place is so fun. I had a margarita on the rocks(so I could drink two sips and give it to Rocco) because my friend (Rob S) asked me to have one drink with him for my birthday. I don't like margaritas, yick. They had this shock thing that makes you shake, but it gives you like 100 tickets each time you do it. So we kept doing it until all of our credit was out, then the boys went outside to have a cigarette and by that time they were IDing to get in. Rocco couldnt get back in because he doesnt have an updated drivers license. We wound up leaving.
Went back to Rob's house, the boys smoked. Krista fell out of a chair and almost hit her head on the floor,I played with the dog, the usual.
I don't really like when Rocco smokes, but I try not to say anything to him because it isn't my decision and my business really. Oh well.
I have dance today, all day 9-5 in Valley Stream. 3 hours of ballet. Saturday's are such torture, but I really enjoy the workout.
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| Bad Boys - - watcha gonna do? |
[22 Sep 2005|08:49am] |
[mood|  crappy ]
Alabama Slammers make everything blurry and I suck at darts
So today is my birthday. Yesterday was my birthday celebration. Rocco got me the COPS DVD(which I watched all night last night before I left) and this nirvana album on cd and my mom paid for my car insurance and gave me these pearls my grandma wanted me to have when I turned 21. My aunt gave me 201 dollars (note the significance). It wasn't even my birthday and I got all that. Kristian gave me $50 which was so generous.
So anyway yesterday day was pretty much the same as any other, I went to class. (BTW I got an A on my first meeting and packet of papers with my writing professor) and I kinda just went through the motions because I was so excited for last night.
I got ready, it took me forever. I really wish I took pictures, cuz I looked fucking funky. I went to pick Rocco up and he looked slammin. I don't usually use that word but he had the coolest outfit on. He also got a shave at the barber's. It was nice.
So we drive there and of course I'm freaking out because I didn't know where it was and Rocco is in his my girlfriend is the worst driver mode (this happens a lot, I really am a terrible driver), but anyway we find it. Tom and Alex get there and they are telling me I have to drink. I really didn't want to drink because I really didn't want to get drunk. I hate getting drunk, and I hate when I am not in control. However, Tom spent $8 on my alabama slammer so I drank it. I also had not eaten all day except for this weight watchers pizza. I started to feel a buzz off the one drink. Kristian got there, and Caitlin and her boyfriend Adam. I did a shot of Malibu. Started to feel more drunk. We were waiting forever for RJ to get there, we played some darts. Finally, they got there with Bobby and Christina, and RJ's brother, and a bunch of other people. John Lampach was there. I did another shot of jager( the stuff that tastes like cinamon licorice) and I felt sick. I got all panicky and I went outside and felt like everything was really blurry. Doug stopped by and gave me a hug. This girl pulled a lot of weed out of her bra. I felt like I really wanted to go home. It was my own birthday celebration but I really felt sick.
Rocco drove us home ( he probably shouldn't have but I was in no better condition and Tom said he was gonna drive us home, but he was inside hammered). Everything was so blurry and I really had to pee. I peed like 3 times in 30 minutes, and layed in Rocco's bed. He told me my breath smelled like sewage. I told him the rules of giving a good blowjob, which I don't remember now. He told me to go to sleep and that I wasn't gonna die from drinking too much LOL. I love my boyfriend, he takes really good care of me.
On a side note, all the being sick and peeing and not eating, I am 3 pounds lighter this morning! 3 pounds, in one day! Thats awesome!
I hate my birthday. It makes me depressed. Today I am 21. I haven't done anything I said I wanted to do when I turned 21. I am almost 30. Ugh!
RJ said something to Rocco out in front of the bar, he's like "I have never met a girl that is so happy to be with you." It was so true. I have never felt happier with anyone in my entire life. Ya know when you find that person ( or if you haven't already, you will know) and you think to yourself they are the one. The it. The big deal. Well, he is my big deal.
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| It's my party and I'll cry if I want too |
[20 Sep 2005|09:35pm] |
[mood| bouncy ]
Evil popcorn and the case of the missing "poo"
The last time I had a party for myself was my sweet 16. On thursday I will be turning 21, so my friend Ryan and I decided to have a birthday celebration since his birthday is tomorrow. We basically got a bar for ourselves tomorrow night and all of our friends are coming. I didn't realize when I started inviting people how big it was actually getting. If everyone shows up thats supposed too, it should be a really fun time. I am a little nervous because I don't really drink, so I don't know my limit, I am turning 21 though I guess I should count on being crazy.
Today I didn't have class so I woke up pretty early and did some homework. Rocco came over this morning and we cuddled and relaxed. He asked to take my car because he wanted to get food and ciggarettes, so I said yes. He had class at 12:30 and he comes back at like 12:20 with no food or ciggarettes. He goes "you are going to be mad, look at your car." I was expecting it to be in pieces but I didn't really notice anything, so I said "what about it?" Then he says " I got it washed. I was going to get food and gas and ciggarettes but they took too long." This was one of the sweetest things he could have done because my car was so dirty. I had been meaning to wash it for months but never had extra cash and it was my last priority. I am not a dirty person so as you can imagine a dirty car really urkes me. As a joke Rocco even wrote the word poo in dust by the windshield. I was actually kinda sad to see it missing. My boyfriend really is wonderful. He always knows exactly what to do.
I stopped by my old job this afternoon. I worked there for 2 and a half years, part of the time as a trainer/manager. One of the kids that I trained is a manager and one of my old co-workers is married and almost up to his second child. I felt so old, but so melancholy as well because I spent some of my happiest days throughout my junior and senior year of hs and part of my freshman year in college in that restaurant. I think about re-applying there sometimes, maybe as a general manager, it was so much fun. However, then I remember why I left. Well they hooked me up with lunch and I went back home and pigged out.
This afternoon I went thrifting in search for a vintage outfit for tomorrow night. I don't want to look ordinary. I got this shirt for $2.25 (it is a size 3 so I made it into a dress) and I already bought that belt and the earrings, necklace, and bracelet so I went home and put it all together with a pair of cowboy boots and decided that it is definitely what I will be wearing tomorrow. It is kinda hippyish and out of my normal style but I feel like MK olsen and that excites me.
Since I ate such a big lunch I decided to skip dinner. I just kept drinking more and more green tea and water to make the hunger pangs go away, but I caved in and made some light popcorn. After I ate it I got so nervous that I was going to put on weight and panicky, I went in the bathroom and puked it all up. I thought I was recovering and that hasnt happened to me in a while, but I guess everyone relapses.
Tomorrow I have my first meeting with my Writing professor about my first packet of assignments. I always get so nervous with writing grades, it's what I want to do with my life, if I fail at it, I fail at life, kinda.
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| The search has ended . . . go in peace |
[19 Sep 2005|09:17pm] |
[mood|  good ]
The perfect dog, the perfect breakfast
I woke up this morning around 7 o’clock. I can’t sleep when I have a cold. It sucks. So I decided to fuck around on livejournal and joined a couple rating communities.
I watched an episode of Home Improvement and ate some graham crackers with nutella. All I wanted was a bowl of spaghetti, I think it would have been the perfect breakfast. I drank my big glass of green tea and soon after Rocco called me.
I picked him up from his house, and we came back to mine, watched some t.v and looked at real estate listings online. Then we decided to go to Burger King and Selmer’s Pet land because Rocco had heard a rumor that they had a Klee Kai.
I know I mentioned in my earlier entry how badly Rocco and I want this dog and it is one of the only dog breeds we agree on. Well, anyway we get to Selmer’s Pet Land and they have something that resembles a Klee Kai but isn’t one. We ask the guy what breed it is and find out it is a Shiba Inu. They are actually a barkless breed and do not have vocal chords. The dog is about 20 -25 pounds full grown and absolutely beautiful. Apparently they are much better known then the Klee Kai. I already found 7 breeders in NY, 3 in NJ and a few in Conneticut. We decided that this is the dog we are getting, we finally picked our breed. They average around $600 in price. This dog is perfect. ( Wanna see this amazing dog? )
So after Selmer’s pet land we met up with Rob Giambrone at Panera bread. For those of you that don’t know Rob Giambrone is one of my boyfriend’s best friends. Rob and his brother ate some lunch and Rocco decided to go back to Rob’s house to smoke. I don’t partake so I went back home to clean up my room and the house a little bit. I picked Rocco up a few hours later and we came back to my house and looked at the Shiba Inu online some more.
Finally we took a ride out to Rob Spahr’s house (Rocco’s other best friend) and I said hello to the family, and goodnight to Rocco. I am now attempting to do some philosophy homework.
Overall, today was successful. I am so excited about the dog breed.
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| I'm back |
[18 Sep 2005|10:46pm] |
[mood|  sick ]
After a rather long hiatus, I have decided to return to the livejournal blogging community. With the recent popularity boost in myspace I have decided that due to my growing number of friends (today it was 1098) I cannot blog on a personal level. Livejournal is easier for me to vent on because there are certain people on myspace, that I don't really know and that I feel will not enable me to vent my true emotions. Most people know me as the girl that models, they don't really take the time out to read up on me personally, so I thought that by joining livejournal again, I can change this, at least for the people that actually want to read what goes on in my pathetic little life.
Day 1: Since I've been back
Nothing can cure sore feet like Smoothie King
Lately I have been cursing my alarm clock more and more. This morning the awful sound of animals in the jungle woke me up at 8am. I had returned home at 4am that morning so as you can very well understand, the monkeys or whatever stirs me from my REM each day are definitely on my shit list.
I took a shower and with the weather being less humid, decided today would be a good day to straighten my hair. Straightening my hair is a painstakingly long process, due to the fact that I have extremely thick hair. The procedure in total takes about an hour and a half, the results are amazing, but quite frankly, who has the time?
I got dressed, picked out my tight Gap jeans and a dress shirt, threw my fake chanel’s on (3 dollars on Tillery Street in Brooklyn) over my eyes and headed out around 10:15. I arrived at Rocco’s house at 10:25, which was 10 minutes later then planned.
For those of you that do not know, Rocco is my boyfriend. He is this blessing of a guy that completes me and makes my life as close to perfect as humanly possible. So, you will be seeing a lot of writing about him.
Anyway, so I picked Rocco up and we drove as fast as I could make the Honda go, to Deer Park train station, hoping that we would make the 10:38 train to Penn Station as planned. We purchased the tickets and waited outside, finally realizing that the LIRR website had been wrong and the train left at 10:28. Then we waited around for the next train at 11:28. The 11:28 train was so slow and made 10 minute stops at every station, so we finally arrived in NYC around 12:45. The entire time I cursed myself for not driving in, but then reassured myself that the gas prices would have made me think otherwise.
We hurried as fast as we could to my audition for comedy central (which was on west 40th street and 5th avenue). I had been practicing my lines on the train and getting quite nervous for my screen test. After arriving, telling the security guard my name, and signing in, I went up to the 7th floor to find it deserted. I was enraged. I had spent $32.00 for two round trip tickets for an audition with a reputable television station for ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. I immediately placed a call into my agent to find out what the deal was.
Thankfully, I had planned to spend the day in the city with Rocco so we went along forgetting the events that had surfaced earlier. We walked all the way downtown, hoping to get to some vintage shopping (for me) done and to find aviator glasses and a hat like Danny from the Real World (for him). We stopped at Quizno’s to grab a bite to eat, then headed on. There was a dog show in one of the parks we passed and I quickly forgot about being mad when I saw dozens of puppies.
Rocco and I looked over the AKC breed list, deciding which breeds to consider for our apartment. To clue you guys in, Rocco and I are planning on moving out by the end of this year (to possibly Brooklyn, Queens, or Manhattan) and the battle for the perfect dog is an ongoing and daily feud. I want a King Charles Cavalier Spaniel. He wants something bigger. We both agreed on an Alaskan Klee Kai, but they are not recognized by the AKC and a few thousand dollars to purchase one. So we go back and forth daily and have recently decided we will probably wind up adopting one.
Anyway, after the dog show we continued walking and stopped in Urban Outfitters where Rocco got his Danny hats and we looked briefly at furniture for the apartment. Right outside the store he purchased his aviators for $5. He looked really hot with his Danny hat and aviator sunglasses. I should have taken a picture.
We then walked farther downtown and went into the huge Halloween store that Marilyn Manson gets his contacts from. Rocco loves Halloween and costumes so he was pretty pleased.
I was starting to get antsy because I hadn’t really seen anything vintage I wanted and the big beads I was trying to get my hands on were $48 dollars in stores, and I had seen them on the street stands for much cheaper. After we got closer to midtown and penn station I purchased a vintage belt, big beads, big earrings, a couple dangley bracelets ($1 each) and I was happy.
Before getting back on the train, I got a smoothie from smoothie king, which happens to be the best smoothie place and it’s only in NYC. I got green tea with coconut and lowfat yogurt. They are so thick and amazing because it is like eating a filling meal.
The train ride back was very pleasant. We drove back to Rocco’s house where I changed out of my huge platform shoes and watched a little bit of the Emmy awards.
My agent called and proceeded to yell at me for blaming him for the audition being canceled. Then he informed me of a clothing company audition for this upcoming week and I informed him that I was no longer a size 0 so he needed to tell people my right measurements when they called him. He then told me to lose the weight again and yadda yadda and I began to get annoyed because it was Sunday and I was trying to enjoy my evening and not deal with work related issues, so I politely ended the conversation with a promise to take more control over my diet and went back to the Emmy’s.
I have come to the conclusion that Halle Berry's hair looks much better short and there is no cure for sore feet like Smoothie King.
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