"Reagan" Espadrille.     $19.99


"Ruby" Espadrille.     $19.99



"Quinn" Nautical Stripped Wedge.     $19.99


American Eagle "cate" Skimmer.     $17.99

(^Payless Shoes)

Exciting, no?

I'm back.
I'd love to be able to write in this thing more often but, quite franky I don't have the time lately. I now have a job, amazing friends, and money from my job to spend when I'm with my amazing friends. I think everyone has gotten used to the new me, which was not the case about a month ago. I've got new friends, at work. And despite the fact they're 10 years older than I am, they treat me well and talk to me like civilized people.
School isn't the best. But Kelly is, and that's basically school since I see her every darn period in the hallways. We go in and get out at the same time, and we have different gyms, but at the same time. We share a locker and it's way too fun. My teachers are not bad at all, so far. I'm hoping they stay that way.
College applications were due today, or tomorrow 2nd period. I handed mine in without an autobiography, a recommendation letter, or any important document that might get me into a college. Fortunately, modeling is looking better. I'm clearing my face and I'm getting a bit taller and thinner. We find out in May/April if we got into any college. So I got into May/April to get ready.
I miss this. I'll try my hardest to update.

...lately, this is me:

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What's up y'all? How's everything.
I've been away. Over-eating, gaining weight, feeling like ass.

College stress is the fucking worst.
I want to do a friends cut, just so I know who reads this.So if you read this, as in everytime I update, drop a line. yo.

Whatever, I'm cool.

Boredom

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    Hey bitches. I know some of you have wondered, have I felt way too cool to update lately? I mean, how can I just go days without posting whored-out pictures of myself? You didn't think it was possible, did you? Nope, cause you all think I is a hoe. I isn't. I am just...cool, that's why I haven't updated. No, I think it's cause I've been having a life. Not a good life in particular, but an ok one at the least. I have been remodeling my house, which is filled with my father's crap (collections) of items ranging from full bottles of (great) alcohol, to comic books and phone cards. He thinks we will take his crap when he dies. The only thing I want is the vodka, maybe Celeste can have some too. Only if I decide to be nice.
    I went to Central Park with my mom and Celeste the other day. I also went shopping with them after the bank closed as we were about to open an account. And I got an college acceptance letter.

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    Today, I had to go meet up with Marianne (Petit) at the Municipal Art Society. Unfortunately she couldn't make it, so we will have to reschedule. Either way, my assignment was to take pictures of places in my neighborhood that were important to me. Places where I eat, hang out, spend a lot of time, etc. And also take pictures of my family, friends, and dog and turtle for her to draw. The online cartoon will be out around December, she said, and I swear I'll post it up when it comes out. Because it's funny, d'uh. Well, it's not just her drawing it, it's her and Tracy White. I feel special calling women older than me by both of their names.
    So being the lazy ass that I am, I didn't relly complete my assignment so I made sure to wake up extra early so I could take trillions of pictures to have ready for her. I went to sleep last night at around 12:30 thinking whether my ex is playing a joke on me or not by all of a sudden being in love with this girl:

 

Fire Island. (www.fih.com)

Except: I applied for the job at the MET!

    They game me the application to fill out, and in the back, where it asked about previous jobs, I couldn't fill anything out. I felt very much like the biggest newbie loser on the face of the earth. But I included a lot of extra-curricular stuff that I did in school on my resume, which was my first one ever! It came out oh-so-nice and professional. And on my resume, which turned out to be a page long, thankfully, I wrote down I am in advanced math. Hopefuly they will like that because during the interview they gave me a math test. I forgot how to add for 2 minutes, and then realized they gave a calculator. Haha, douche.

    Anyhow, I was very excited because this means I get dough! Which means pretty clothes, good make-up, clubs, movies. Haha, too bad Anthony's not my boytoy, he would've gotten pampered as fuck. But I don't want boys right now, I want time to concetrate. Either way, I said I was excited because I think I leanred the technique of "smokey eyes" and mom comes in and tells me I look like a zombie or a corpse and that she hates it.

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What I was going for...


What I got.

I know it's hard to see, but it looks more blended.
Ok, new shots:

  
  

It was my first time ever trying this ok!? Don't make fun. (also, it looks like I have no hair, but i do)
But please, if you have any advice for me on how to make this work, don't hesitate to tell me!

Anyhow, how are ya lovelies?

I recently cleaned out my room, because we decorated it/renovated it.
We have bunkbeds now. And curtains.
A cabinet. And everything's purple. I love it.
Pictures later, but first, I'll show you some things that I had to throw out that were very special to me once.

     

( There wasn't a lot of stuff... )

edit.
We just got


Gimme some good movies to watch, that are now on DVD.
Thanks in advance.

Hey ladies! - and perhaps one or two gentelemen who reads my lj.
I haven't had a useful, interesting, or picture update in a while.
So I'll give you one.


How awesome do my eyes look?!
I think I've finally learned how to put on make-up.

( Here are some random pictures. )

Fucking A.

Italy won.



This is just a new postition anthony and I want to try.

**knocks will echo from our front doors and smiling men holding white jackets will take us away

**and for some reason, we'll be smiling madly thinking they're angels.

**padded rooms, no harm can come now. would you be my cell mate?

**yeahhh. we will have glassy pages all over the walls.

**and only one tiny window, which will annihilate the shadows, and make our cell a starry heaven.

Thank you *so* much to everyone who contributed, in one way or another, to my decision on hair style/color. After endless hours (15 minutes) of research, I came to the conclusion that I wanted L'Oreal Paris color. And then I decided I wanted "Feria", which is a brand of L'Oreal Paris.
awesome.

At Rite Aid (convenience store)
L'oreal Paris, Feria: "Flaming Red". R 75 | $1 trillion +tax.

Revlon, ColorSilk: "Light Auburn". #53 | $4.29 +tax.

No, I'm not jewish.
*I hope I didn't offend anyone by stating that.*

So I died my hair. I am permanently colored.

.question.
Do you think it makes me completely retarted or just semi-retarted that I chose a color so like mine that I can't tell the freaking difference?

You tell me guys, can you see a difference?

before | after

I'm getting the Flaming Red shit next time.

( Tons of pictures of the whole process. )

I've decided on dying my hair.
Did I even spell that right?
dying? dye-ing? die young. yes. no.

plz someone, help me chose.
and if you wanna be my super best friend, get me some pictures!
(of what sort of resembles what i have skillfully drawn)

ALSO:
(thanks kate.applewhore=D! for leading me to make up my mind that cool people have dyed hair.)
(i still don't know if i spelled it right)
(and i hope you don't think i'm a stalker.obssessed.copycat.)



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