Monday, January 26, 2009

Desperately seeking...

Hot lovin.


I'm having one of those weeks were I need constant hot male attention to make me have some self worth, pretty bad I know.


any of these guys would do...
They are of course, Fleet Foxes, if you don't know them... what the hell is wrong with you? You have disgraced music, now go listen, listen I say!

I am seeking any young lad between 21-27 who wears flannel shirts, has a great crazy vibe, facial hair, and thinks I'm damn sexy. Ok yes, I know I have said to many a person that my new New Year's resolution is to not care about men. I'm not caring about them, I'm looking after #1. If I had that in my life... well... I'd be busy. alot.
On a side note, today I completed day #2 of Scruples hair show. I stick by my guns in saying I am not a good hair model, nor a runway model. I am good with print and that's about all, but alas, I walked the runway with bad 70's fro hair, a Tina Turner strapless dress and 4 inch heels. all I have to show for it is the great pictures I'll eventually post and fake eyelashes, a faceful of MAC makeup and cash money.

Monday, January 19, 2009

It's really weird how things come together, slowly but surely. When I decided not to take any classes this semester because of the limited selection, some modeling gigs came my way, and I feel like I'm acquiring new ones every other day. I have so many new outfit pictures to post, I better do it now in order to get some room on my camera. SPEAKING OF, I need a new camera so bad. It's the old digital one that is about two inches... wide, it's a beast compared to the 1/2 inch slivers we have now. oy.


I'm currently obsessed with : Fleet Foxes & the BPA. my weight. my thinning hair. coffeeeee!!!
I have a few New Years resolutions... I want to fall in love all over again but I want to remain single. I want to visit atleast two new states or countries I've never been too before. TX is already on the way to becoming a reality. I'm going to likely move to Austin before february of next year. I want to get even closer to graduating, even though the above mentioned classless semester is ahead of me, I'm going to try to get there. Quit drinking so much, quit saying things I don't mean or that I do mean but shouldn't say and most of all... quite seeing myself for what I am not.
it's going to be rough stuff I can tell you that. a long road is ahead of me. However I do have things to look forward to, I'm getting my tattoo finally in February, I've got my first paying modeling gig coming up, Texas in may, Student fashion show in feb too... and summer, dear summer, I cannot wait for you the most, you are like a long lost lover!!!!


New Years 2009 outfit Pradaesque skirt from Target

This look is after many outfit changes, trying to figure out what to wear to go out. soo hard sometimes!!!

notice weight gain? I do. ugh.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Happy New Year?

Happy New Years mes amis.

I am now a single lady living in the city of Minneapolis. I still have my love for art, my uber love for fashion, and now a sense of freedom and sadness combo unlike ever before.

I feel like New Years sucks most to people alone. we don't get that New Years kiss. or we do, but it's meaningless. I have all these loose ends and I'm trying to put myself back together, a little bit everyday. So since my hiatus on blogging, welp... I'm back!

I have lot's of fun new items to show the masses. I'm single so I shop for me and only me, and damn do I spend a lot of money on cheap shit. gotta love target.

Today is the first and I have the day off, a totally foreign concept to me. I started off the day by reading, then realizing I need way more caffiene to keep my eyes open, plus there is this looming sense of dread on me since I woke up, alone and all. However hearing my roomates conversations and how every couple was fighting last night, I've been there. And I'm glad I'm not anymore. But I just hate not having my kiss, waking up alone every day, my pillows have become my cushions, the guy who should be there but isn't.


I'm free at last?