#181

day ninety nine

playing with the new hair.

i'll get used to it =\

#180

day ninety eight

my prints.

of course they're on my mirror =]

#179

as i lay in my bed, in my hot pink betsey johnson socks, i can only reflect on today with a smile on my face.

i finally managed to do my nails [on my own] properly. i got rid of my scene kids hair cut, now i look more mature with a layered bob.

the identity exhibit. oh em gee. it was absolutely amazing. here's the play by play:

walking into the gallery, you see works from a female french artist.

after a really long hallway of more pieces like these, you finally get to franklin's pieces.

there was a card next to every piece, stating the model's name and ethnicity. i wish i took a picture of the cards. it listed the ethnicities: black, white, asian, hispanic, and other, and each card had other selected, then explained the other in each model.

upon my arrival, i met an associate of franklin's, patrick. he's an amazing photographer/hair stylist and he wants to shoot me. here's some of his work:

christina and i checked out the other artist's work, while naquan waited around. christina called him the elephant in the room. he seemed so uncomfortable in that setting, but i'm more than happy that he was there to support me.

christina and i had a taste of that absynthe. it's a green liquor that's known as a hallucinogenic drink. allegedly, it's become illegal. according to the french woman, this is what vangoh drank a lot of. it's was diluted and mixed with sugar. it tasted like licorice. chris had about three sips and put down her cup. i held on for a bit longer [until she took it away from me.]

by the time we left, i was starving. no one was in the restaurant mood, so mcdonalds on canal got a visit from us. my baby was exhausted. he went out for his uncle's birthday last night, and had a game this morning, so he was running on less than five hours of sleep. he could barely stay awake.on the train ride home, chris and i reminisced about my pole dance i did a few summers ago. i tried reenacting it [an unsuccessful attempt, of course.]

my mother was clueless about the exhibit, or about the fact that i started modeling again. this exhibit was a big thing to me, a really big accomplishment, so i invited those who were supportive of me. my darling jack got lost. i'm not upset with him. i'm not even disappointed. he made an attempt to make it, and i thank him very much. i've always seen christina as a fan. not in a groupie kind of way, but more of a as my friend, i'll be behind you every step of the way kind of way. i missed hanging out with her. i was so happy she came. but travis and karla? i swear, sometimes i don't understand why i even make attempts to hang with them, or even why i let them get to me. travis complains about us not hanging out and not being the way we used to be. well hello there, freakin' genius, it's because you do bullshit like this all the goddamn time. i've been calling, texting, and IMing travis all damn day. no where to be found; typical travis. but at 6:30, he wants to text me to tell me he's at the barber shop and won't make it, but we can meet up after.. really? it's not like he had a damn job to go to during the day, or much of anything else to do, so why the fuck would he wait until the last fuckin' minute to do that shit? i was just so upset. i still am. i don't know when i'll get over it.

things like this make me wonder how much i really mean to people.

this is so not messing up my vibe. i'm high off life, and chillaxin' on cloud nine. i'm about to doze off . .

#178

day ninety seven

opening night of the identity exhibit.

one of the most memorable moments of my life.

#177

day ninety six

the shoe decission process for the big day . .

#176

day ninety five

eric finally broke up with veronica.

we spent about twenty minutes laughing at her pathetic voicemails . .

#175

show me love bitches . .

#174

day ninety four

jack and karen strike again.

#173

day ninety three

finally, an asian MUA that understands dark skin.

mako's great!

*that thing in my hand is mommy's failed attempt at oatmeal rasin cookies.

#172

ok i'm back. i've been putting this off for eons. so much happened, i have no clue where to start. i'm about to seriously backtrack in no particular order.


midterms are done.


c - fashion merchandising and control
65 - fashion merchandising
68 - african art history

on my defense, these shits were hard as hell. for fashion merchandising, the highest grade was a 73. for african art history, professor wilson said everyone did poorly, but the essays were good. fashion merchandising and control, my calculations were completely off, since we weren't allowed to use a damn calculator. i'm waiting for one more grade. if i make it to class tomorrow, i'll get it.



a pic from the shoot with carl.





i'm shooting with patt thomas tomorrow afternoon. mikey's coming with me. this girl in class called us jack and karen. we definitely are. i heart him to pieces.


sick as always. it seems like it's always something with me, when it really is only one thing. millz said i need to stop using the word "flare" in reference to my fibro because it sounds like it's some crazy shit. that was hilarious. i miss her.



my dominique came home for a weekend! she met naquan, and she approves. yay! we went to stand [he paid for dinner before he had to meet his cousins] then we walked around union square, as usual.


halloween, my goodness. joan's face was blue and jason was lil' wayne with the painted face, drawn tattoos, and dreaded wig. nat's costume changed a million times, and by the time i got there, she was wearing gold panties? chris was supposed to be cat woman, but the country's in a recession. but i must say, the dasslers do go in.

zie's coming back to the east coast from holly-hood in a few weeks! i miss my little white chocolate cunt cake. she's been gone since march? april? something like that. she has a tattoo appointment: upside-down hearts on the back of her calves, so they're rightside-up when her legs are up in the air. my little fresh ass. i'm thinking about going with her. tattooing my ear? maybe?


thought: if you and a certain someone are "prospects" to one another, but to anyone on the outside looking in, you seem to be in a relationship, is that a just cause to proceed?

started planning dorian and clark's wedding. i have less than a year, and this is my first destination wedding. i also have to finish sasha's twenty first birthday party.

exhibit next weekend. super excited. mikey helped with my outfit =]

i love the poeple in my life. some of you guys, we only talk once in a blue, but i do appreciate your presence. muah . .

i don't have anything of much consequence to discuss, probably because i've procrastinated for so long. until next time . . .

#171

day ninety two

web camming with the other influential man in my life . .

#170

day ninety one

omg this room needs to be cleaned.

#169

day ninety

another day off spent in bed.

catching up on ER.

#168

day eighty nine

new acne meds

minocycline.

side effects are horrible =[

#167

day eighty eight

trying to get sasha to do the happy dance again.

#166

day eighty seven

parading the streets with mikey. as usual . .

#165

day eighty six

7:30 a.m.

on line to vote with mommy.

amazing feeling =]

#164

day eighty five

spent the day at starbucks.

a genius partner [who shall remain nameless] can't spell latte or espresso.

*sidebar: it wasn't naquan. really . .

#163

day eighty five

i got a manicure.

a real one.

yay . .

#162

day eighty four

crumbs knows what's up.

obama 08 . . .

#161

day eighty three

halloween at adidas.

i love my ashley mcnugget.