#452

so i'm not officially back from my hiatus, i'm just posting pictures from the two birthday events and updating my project 365 before it backs up on me. there's a lot going on, which is why i haven't been around. i'll eventually speak on it.

so joya's birthday party:

nakeya's dope girl exhibit for her birthday:

don't miss me too much . .

#436

"there’s a shared identity based on gender that link women near and far to one another. there are however, different factors that break the commonality amongst us; from hair and skin color, to weight and body shape, from sexuality and religion, to age and location; it is this breakage that makes us DOPE.“The Dope Girl Project” calls on 20 very different women to visually explore the breaks in linkages. at the same time it celebrates the individuality and independence of the different women whom each possess her own unique qualities from her talents, to her style, from her appearance, to her aspirations."

nakeya's birthday exhibit! i'm so excited for it and honored to be part of it. i spent the day with her on friday, shooting and just hanging out. i haven't seen her since our last shoot in december, so we had a lot of catching up to do. we roamed for hours and hit the museum, ate pizza, craved sushi, and hit the spa to see mike. i can't wait until she moves to brooklyn =]

#424

so my cousins in bed-stuy have been raving about this for the past week: unique's new myspace page has been launched. doodoo [unique] and i go back to my senior year in highschool, when my hair was blonde in the back and he wore braids. i remember walking in the street with him, and constantly stopping because he always had to show love to the fans. he's been signed to island def jam, and i'm oh so very proud of him.

i'm starving, and my darling boyfriend's at work and partying for the third night in a row. he turns 23 tomorrow, so i can't complain. i'm craving shrimp scampi.

#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?

#414

mike's jam <3

i'm nice right now, man
i-i feel good
if you have a drink
would you please put it in the air?

that party last night was awfully crazy i wish we taped it
i danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked
drink my beer and smoke my weed but my good friends is all i need
pass out at 3, wake up at 10, go out to eat then do it again
man, i love college

i wanna go to college for the rest of my life
sip banker's club and drink miller lite
on thirsty thursday and tuesday night ice
and i can get pizza a dollar a slice

so fill up my cup, let's get fucked up
i'm next on the table, who want what?
i am champion at beer pong
allen iverson, hakeem olajuwon

don't even bounce, not in my house
better hope you make it otherwise you naked
time isn't wasted when you're getting wasted
woke up today and all i could say is

um, that party last night was awfully crazy i wish we taped it
i danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked
drink my beer and smoke my weed but my good friends is all i need
pass out at 3, wake up at 10, go out to eat then do it again

man, i love college, ay!
and i love drinking, ay!
i love women, ay!
man, i love college

i can't tell you what i learned from school but
i could tell you a story or two, um
yeah, of course i learned some rules
like don't pass out with your shoes on
(get the sharpie!)

and don't leave the house 'til the booze gone
(no, we're not leaving)
and don't have sex if she's too gone
when it comes to condoms put two on
(trust me)
then tomorrow night find a new jawn

hold the beer bong, nothing wrong with some fun
(here, hold this)
even if we did get a little bit too drunk
time isn't wasted when you're getting wasted
woke up today and all i
i could say is

that party last night was awfully crazy i wish we taped it
(i wish we taped)
i danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked
drink my beer and smoke my weed but my good friends is alliI need
pass out at 3, wake up at 10, go out to eat then do it again
man, i love college, ay!
i love drinking, ay!
i love women, ay!
i love college

now if everybody would please
put their drink as high as they can
as high as they can
(as high as they can)
and repeat after me

chug! chug! chug! chug!
chug! chug! chug! chug!
freshmen! freshmen!
freshmen! freshmen!

do something' crazy! do somethin' crazy!
do something' crazy! do somethin' crazy!
keg stand! keg stand!
keg stand! keg stand!

(that party last night)
man, i love college
i love it!
(that party last night)
alright everybody, i gotta head back to class for a little bit

that party last night was awfully crazy i wish we taped it
(i wish we taped)
(you know it's going down)
i danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked
drink my beer and smoke my weed but my good friends is all i need
(you're all invited, bring your friends)
pass out at 3, wake up at 10, go out to eat then do it again
man, i love college

do i really have to graduate?
or can i just stay here for the rest of my life?

#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 . .