#421

adidas meeting on wednesday. new jacks' introduction, new training teams, and i cut ass on danny's hair. amusing. i'm definitely getting more hours, and that's always a plus.

i took the bus with mommy this morning. she had me dying laughing on the street alone. her ass went flying down the block, running for a bus--that wasn't in service. i just had to sit there and laugh. of course, her being my mother, she had something slick to say.

bianca and ciara. when i say ride of ries, these bitches are my prime examples. friends for damn near sixteen years, when we wore those hideous burgundy uniforms at ebenezer elementary. we go back to the days before i was wearing palazzo jumpsuits with floral prints and denim vests to all the birthday parties. we definitely got into it tonight, but as all friendships should, we got past it. i rarely see these girls, but i have no idea what i'd do if i didn't have them in my life. we're all pretty busy [i think i'm the busiest], but girls night twice a month should do us well for another sixteen years.


so i have a boyfriend. the first serious boyfriend since robbie's faggot ass. michael. now people are definitely wondering where the fuck he came from, but believe it or not, he's definitely been around for a while. mid-october, maybe? right after naquan. he was definitely the under-dog in my cluster. after naquan, sidney came and left, and mike's still going strong. another one passed through, and that was short-lived because of mike--of course, he didn't know he shut that down. so yea, michael; we'll see how things go. i'm getting a good feeling about this one. we celebrated his brithday last night. calamari and drinks at that little mexican lounge on livingston street, followed by watching i love you, man, tipsy as shit. we tried this caribbean banana split type dish: platanos, ice cream, rice pudding, chocolate syrup, and nuts. somewhat nasty, somewhat not--all depending on what part you're eating it from. but it was fun. our first birthday together. we're cute. before my meeting at wednesday, he bought us red velvet cake and we cuddled on the couch and watched cartoons. i swear, i couldn't be happier.


another shot from the shoot with slinky:

i'm shooting with my wifey, nakeya, this weekend for her birthday exhibit--the dope girl project . i love this girl and her work is absolutely amazing. i'm excited, and i miss her so much.

spring break next week! girls gone wild? highly unlikely. i'm spending some time with mike, of course, but i'm mostly working. i changed my availability for that week. i definitely need that break from school. senioritis has definitely kicked in. i barely go to my physics class, and trig is the most confusing piece of shit in the world. i took my senior pictures, due to another arrangement with my mother: since i'm not going to graduation, i have to do the sitting. thornton studios did them; they did my high school pictures, too. i like their work, so i did it.

i'm starving. i have so much to do. i need to go to sleep, but i'm too busy watching CSI. i need to pick up the disc with the pictured from the marl garrison shoot, followed by tons of EcoEnvy shit. isn't it great to be me?

#392

so let's boogie.

i've officially popped my clubbin' cherry. i did jessica's show at the china club and i stayed for the after party. i was a bit trashed because i kept taking mike's drinks. naica, a bit more. and dimitri. and sarah. my wallet did get stolen, but above all else, the night was a blast.

so every one's heard about the new height requirement for cycle thirteen of america's next top model: 5'7" and under. i told my mom about it, and her being, well, her, she wasn't supportive at all. that partially led to my hiatus, but that's besides the point. so karla and i went to the open call. bitches came through looking like a hot ass mess! we waited on line for five hours, got about twenty feet away from the door, and the whole shit got shut down. yesterday was a crazy day--so crazy, it made the front page of the daily news. six injured, two hospitalized, three arrested, and i wasted my time. we dipped with the patty wagon came. karla and i had fun, though. when you get tired of talking to each other, you always speak to whoever else is around, and the conversations are always interesting. the funniest part: during one of the rushes, i got pushed really hard and slammed into a pole, and karla screams "you stupid bitches, stop tryina kill my friend!" i swear, i heart that chick.

mommy and i watched medea goes to jail today. last sunday, after my shoot, we watched W. and she taught me how to make popcorn in a cast iron pot, the way she did when she was a kid. mother dearest and i have the worst relationship, but moments like these, i do cherish.

i shot with slinky a few weeks ago. lookie lookie.

i saw my fat boy justin! my little fraggle. i can't wait until tricia moves around the corner.

i'm outtie. this cold is wearing me out.

#373

randomness. yet again.

i threw down on seventeen gramatically correct pages of journalistic goodness on YSL and american apparel. those papers are due tuesday. i'm definitely prepared. i'm tired, but i'm wide awake. weird.

i've had this pic of lily allen saved for a minute. this is tempting me to chop my hait off again.

my little brother, jaime, turned twelve on tuesday. he's as tall as domi.i hooked up with them after stopping in midtown for a few minutes. during my rant to dom after a little altercation with a certain member of the male species that i'm not allowed to speak of because he's weird, jaime puts his two cents in: "...maybe he's just not that into you..." no wonder he's my little brother. we went looking for sneakers to fit his big ass feet last weekend after my shoot, but he's out of kids sizes now, and we weren't up for dropping $90 at damn foot locker, so the night ended at skylight diner. i enjoyed my last burger, because i'm officially back to my vegetarian ways. mommy fried mahi mahi for me today. and i ate so much dahl, you'd think i was indian.

stussy x hellz bellz!

i only want this tee:

i've meant to touch this topic for quite some time now, but never got around to it. my booskie, nakeya, got this sexy ass tat.

it says "The Essence of all things beautiful..." it's so simple, i love it.

friday night was the black people's show at columbia. it was hectic as hell, as all my shows are, but it was successful, none the less. i have six or seven more shows before june, with shoots here and there in between. i'm doing a shoot for a salon this weekend. friday morning's the hair prep. i'm getting a weave!

daddy's leaving on wednesday for barbados. he won't be back until june. shit. fuck. ugh.

happy birfday danny!

since i'm so damn wide awake, i need to go draw something . .

#340

so like i've been saying for the past few hours, i hope cupid gets shot with a 9mm. straight execution style yo!

valentine's day ain't shit. [the ignorance is coming out again.] niggas ain't shit. i swear, i'm always alone on valentine's day, and it's not like i don't have someone i can spend it with, but of course, i get the short end of the stick again. i swear, my eyes hurt so bad from crying. there were mineral brozer-infested tears in my shrimp won ton soup earlier.

so el and i did some talking--mainly about my relationships, or the lack there of. somewhat well needed, most of it was already known, but sometimes, things just need to be said between friends.

last valentine's day, i ate a whole junior's strawberry cheesecake alone. no one should ever have to do that. there's a lot i put up with that i definitely don't deserve. i tend to sell myself short. i'm an amazing person. i really want to be on my fuck everyone type shit, but that's definitely not a way to live, especially when it comes to the heart. i guess i'll just have to keep at it with this trial and error shit until my heart's at ease and i'm truly content.

i'm still upset about tomorrow, though. naquan called. he wants to hang out. no words for that. it's shitty that the person i really want to be with "doesn't do valentine's day", so i'll be at the studio, staring at another damn computer screen. queen mikey wants to get red mango after work tomorrow. i'd rather not. tomorrow will definitely not be a good day for me to be around anyone. roxanne and monty are on their way up from virginia and there's a family dinner at red lobster tomorrow night. i'm not even going to that.

i'm hungry. maybe. i don't think so. i don't know.

#338

so i'm watching abdc while i blow out my hair and i swear--beat freaks gave me chills! fly khicks have been in the bottom a hell of a lot. shouldn't that tell you something?



*i'm literally writing this as i'm watching it, in between commercials and blowing out chunks of this mop on my head.



philly cheesesteak and brownie cheesecake date with my queen manny in a few hours. i haven't seen this fool in a while.



oh no.. my cloggers are in the bottom. they better send fly khicks home.

ok so dynamic edition disappointed me.
and so did fly khicks.

what the fuck was the point of that?

well fly khicks' chair splits were good.

fly khicks made it through. after seeing both performances, i would've expected that, too.

more online tv. roxy's coming home tonight. today will be a long day..

quest crew didn't amaze me this week, but they were entertaining. i still love them because hok is there. only real danciees know where he's from.



strikers all stars were cute. their performance wasn't amazing, like it always is, but i'm mind boggled about their illusion.

#317

*this video was done this morning. i was trying to post if before i left for school, but the shit was taking to damn long to load . .

so happy birfday to me!

not really. today felt like any other day. here's the run down:

• physics lab
• laid in bed with the boobie
• picked up my dress
• went to mood with jessica
• went to the studio
• ate strawberry cheesecake from juniors
• ate a chicken burrito from yummy taco
• slept [all of this was at the studio]
• watched tv for about five hours with travis and kay

this morning i got my card from mommy and daddy. i sure as hell teared up like a little bitch, but guess what--ask if i give a fuck!

now i'm home and i feel like shit. my nose is sore from blowing the shit out of it, and i'm sleeping alone tonight. definitely not my intention. this cold/flu thing better bounce before saturday . .

#309

the first full week of school is officially over. i love professor pritchett for my fashion buying and textile classes. she's from brooklyn, a fashion industries alum, and she's so hood. physics is hell. they're considering this a science course for non-science majors. he definitely sounds like the guy in the wheelchair from family guy, and it's the hardest thing in the world to concentrate in that class when i can only think of stewie. college algebra and trigonometry is hell. dr. hill. he's this southern gentleman type and always quotes songs. in last night's class, he quote, "i get by with a little help frmo my friends" and "the beat goes on." on top of that, i have to take the cpe and the computer literacy exam in order to graduate, which is in may. i just hope to get through this semester on a wing and a prayer; but wings break and prayers go unanswered, so then what?



birthday in less than a week. four days to be exact. i want these too:

the coralines =]

for my new itouch [mommy said she's getting it for me]

hello kitty for mac. i want it all!

a good pair of fetish shoes. these specifically . .

so i watched last night's episode of america's best dance crew online this morning. i'm happy team millennia got the boot. fly khicks needs to follow. and so does ringmasters. so what if they're from brooklyn. i just can't take watching their routines. i was disappointed with dynamic edition this week, and surprisingly, strikers all-stars didn't amaze me the way i expected to be. beat freaks and quest crew definitely did it for me.



bad news. no itouch. just spoke to mommy, and she told me she wants to get it, but we definitely don't have the money. i haven't cried since the last time i posted i did, but i am now. not because i'm not getting it, because the first time she told me no, i accepted it and moved on, but because she was so sad when she told me. i haven't worked in two weeks, so who knows if i'm even going out next weekend. i'm starting to regret getting that dress made. this is exactly why i didn't want to do a damn thing for my birthday. some shit always gets fucked up . .

#292

hAPPY biRfDAY sasha! [even though it was yesterday--oops]

so apparently, i'm condoning my little cousin's truancy. she has a tendency to call me at 8am to ask if she can come over, instead of taking her ass to school. and like an ass, i let her. she came over yesterday with her friend beyonka. i swear, if it was any other friend, i would've put her ass out. i don't like her friends. these little sixteen year old bitches get on my nerves. beyonka's just adorable. she braided my whole head in box braids as i fell asleep.

i'm exhausted. i don't know why i'm so tired lately. [no i'm not pregnant, so shut the fuck up]

model rehearsal for the eco envy show kicks off on monday. i can't wait to put these bitches to work.

classes start on tuesday. the schedule's nasty. tuesdays and thursdays will definitely be the worst days of the week for me:

principles of science lab 8-9:40 am [only on tuesdays]

textiles 10-11:40 am

fashion buying 2:30-3:45 pm

principles of science 4:30-5:45 pm

college algebra/trig 6-7:40 pm

*sidebar: i'm definitely not going to class on my birthday. fuck outt heree.

there's nothing much to blog about today, for my days have been pretty event-less.

new playlist. something completely different. enjoy =]

i leave you with this amazing pic. moments like this make me actually want to have a family.

#259

pics from the parental's vacation:

#232

so merry christmas people.this may be a long one. i catch myself putting off entries for a few days. sorry.

thursday: mommy and daddy left. i was hella excited for a few seconds, but i miss them. spending christmas without them is slightly depressing. they left after 4am and i couldn't go back to sleep. i stayed up until 6am, watching a real chance at love. amusing, i must say. that afternoon, naica and i hit up room service--her treat. shrimp pad see eew is the most amazing thing in the world.naica found a hair in her rice. hilarious. then we went lingerie shopping, then grocery shopping. i cooked an amazing diner for naquan. we ate, i had a few glasses of cabernet, and had the most amazing night.

friday: we woke up, i made breakfast, then sent him off to work. housewife-ish? i shot with slinky at keith major's studio. freaking great. that's all i can say.

i did some shopping with naica and rano that night, then spent the rest of the night at home.

saturday: work, then the nippy lavern show at temptations. the most ghetto thing in the world. we'll have jokes for years.

sunday: i finally got my hair done! the poor little dominican lady shampooing my hair; oh how i felt her pain. i've never sat in that shampoo chair for so long. after that, i did some more shopping in the city, then met up with el to do even more shopping. dinner at silver spurs, then headed home. i got some shit together and headed to sasha's to study.

monday: more studying and i finally finished my supervision paper. sasha came over that night to finish hers.

tuesday: finals are done! that's all i have to say about that. i don't even want to think about the spring. i spent the night with my hunny--the only person i'd want to be with after a long ass semester.

wednesday: he bought my breakfast. pancakes and bacon and coffee--light and sweet. he went to his cousin's and i did some shopping--mainly for him. all marc jacobs: a black leather key loop, a leather snap bracelet with a metal place that reads "for you. forever" in latin, and a sleek black waller with a dollar in it, and on the dollar, i wrote "all i want for christmas is you." yes, i'm amazing, i know.

so today: parlaying with my hermanita. no parents, roxanne's pissing me off, and naquan's with his mother and her boyfriend. he hates it, and i was hoping to spend christmas with him, but being with him last night and seeing the look on his face when he got his gifts was more than i could've asked for. pics coming . .

#216

this is a quickie. i really need to get back to studying...

hAPPY biRfDAY miLLzie..


i painted my nails black. i've been doing the naked nails thing for some time for shoots, but the black is back.


emi sent me a few pics from the shoot. i swear i'd fuck myself if i could. they're amazing.



i finally heard that my president is black song at the AKA show. i know i'm late. i just never got around to downloading it. for as long as i can remember, there's been talk about mrs. michelle obama and her wardrobe. she's pretty damn fly for a first lady. the inaugural ball is about a month away, and every designer was in on it. someone put me on to these:

badgley mischka

diane von furstenberg

michael kors

nicole miller

peter som

tracey reese

chanel

betsey johnson

rodarte

marc jacobs

isaac mizrahi

christian lacroix

bonnie toung surely added some flare for little sasha and malia:

finals. shoot me.

• intro to art of africa on tuesday december 16th
• fashion merchandising planning and control on december 17th
• fashion merchandising on december 23rd
• principles of supervision on december 23rd

you'd think i'd be taking a vacation after all of this, but no. i have to work on my portfolio for pratt and sva, friday meetings for the eco envy show, shoots with slinky, el, and who ever else i book, and of course, work.

my parents are leaving on thursday; barbados for two weeks. happy anniversary to them. naquan's coming over that night--and only that night. thanks the fuck a lot, roxanne. my darling cousin decides to stay at my house this time, when every other time she's come up to new york, she's been at her mother's. fuckery. pure fuckery.

nippy lavern show at temptations on saturday. ghetto as hell? maybe, but it will be the most entertaining aspect of my life right about now. this is when the yo-yo diet starts.

back to studying...