#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 =]

#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 . .

#333

hAPPY biRfDAY naica!

#331

so let's talk about how some people ain't worth half a shit. [that was the most redundant sounding piece of shit. ever. but guess what; when i'm as pissed as i am, the ignorance will come out.] let's just say i have officially had my last birthday celebration. but i'll get back to that later.


so last night was the big night. the birthday party business. things got fucked up in all kids of ways:


1. my dress that arlene made wasn't made correctly. i might as well show the design now.



i tried to fix it multiple times, which i shouldn't have had to do, but it still wasn't wearable. the purple dress from roxanne's party was in the cleaners, so i ended up wearing the little black dress i bought from american apparel for shanice's baby shower.


2. typical naica, she waited until four hours before i wanted everyone to meet to go find an outfit. i was definitely dragged around the mall, starving and with a headache, for about an hour. i hate shopping with naica.


3. naica got locked out. so did her room mate. we tried everything to get the damn door open, from sticking hair pins in the key hole to trying to break one of the windows in the door with my oxford. her room mate is this old jamaican woman, [mad jamaican], and i swear, she called about a million people to tell the story of how she "never always lock dat door." long story short, we got some random man to kick the door in. quite amusing, might i add.


4. so i invited about twenty or so females and queens to go to dinner. about half of them have definitely proven to me how much i mean to them. sasha, bianca, ciara, and liseli just forgot, amy went to a party, and karla and brittany just didn't have the fucking courtesy to call and say they weren't coming, when not even twenty minutes before i left, they were "getting ready." mikey didn't get back from the hamptons with his family in time, so i'm definitely not upset with him. so at the end of it, it was down to naica and christina. naica's there every year for my birthday, and my darling christina is, literally, always there when i need her.

so i was venting to mikey, michael, and my mom and they were all very upset with these so called friends in my life. this shit hurt. seriously. i've been fighting back tears since last night, standing outside the restaurant. i let them all out today. it's such a fucking shame how i consider people friends. everyone's an acquaintance from now on. hi, bye, and that's it, because if you don't give half a shit about me, i won't care so much for you.

last night i was buzzed. bacardi apple and chardonnay. after that, all i needed was to lay next to my booskie and pass out, which i did. i put on my flats and walked from the restaurant in soho to the studio in time square, semi-inebriated, just to kill time, and i threw on my flannel, laid on the couch cushions, and i slept like a baby. today was spent eating dunkin donuts, mexican, and sushi and watching movies. today was really relaxed for the most part. all i needed was his company.

no class tomorrow, but i'm definitely going to school to do my physics homework. bed time . .

#327

change of plans. i'm not wearing that dress either.

#326

dilema:

my dress is a flop.

i'm highly pissed. now i have to use a backup dress, and since i'm broke, this is it:

fuck.

and this is exactly why i hate planning things for my birthday . .

#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 . .

#311

i need to clean today. seriously. i can never maintain my room.


birthday in two days. adding more to the wishlist:

no words =]

my wifey on a tee. i have no idea who made it though.

m.o.b. because i'm a m.o.b.

i shot with simon gerzia on saturday. cool guy. quick and easy shoot. nice studio set up in williamsburg on varet street. here's some of his work:

after the shoot i headed over to trav and kay's. this may be an odd picture, but i laid in their queen size bed with them and ate pizza for the rest of the day. kay left and went clubbing with the girls, i stayed, ate chinese food, and passed out. trav woke my ass up around midnight and i took a cab home. i love my best friend. sometimes.

#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 . .

#298

birthday in eight days. just give me red velvet cake and some good lovin' and i'll be content for that day. that weekend is when the excitement comes into play. yay for turning twenty one!

spent friday night at sids, left saturday afternoon, and headed home to get ready to meet kay and ames. we were supposed to go to the restaurant for my birthday, just to check it out, then throw down on some jackson hole burgers. but these fools were at the salon [kay know looks like cleopatra] and never charged phones, so we never made it to either restaurant. instead, we piled up at their apartment in east new york and played spades and high taboo.

the cat and dog were trying to kill eachother. i swear that was the highlight of my night:

i'm exhausted. i'm hungry. that's a bad combination =\

#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.

#275

still want it: