Take a semester off she said.
It will be fine, she said.
Oh lord, what a fool I've been.
The last few months have been filled with fashion weeks (yay!), runway shows (yay!), photo shoots (yay!), go sees (yay!) and days upon days upon days working 5am-1pm or 6am-2pm Monday to Friday in the craft store. Jesus H Chripes, I need intellectual stimulation! I'm on to my 8th book, lots of dystopian and modern fiction, but it isn't nearly the same as being in school.
As of late, I've even lost the sparkle in my eyes.
My lifeless fish eyes are fairly repellent. I haven't been hit on at work or on the bus home since I started these god forsaken morning shifts.
In the beginning of summer, I wore a bit of make up and attempted to look decent, but it is not worth it. I feel horrible all the time. The master plan was to have all this time to work out and stay fit and always be prepared when modelling jobs come up, but I always seem to have to stop eating all carbs suddenly the week before an event or go see. I work out highly infrequently, usually too exhausted from lifting huge-ass boxes and unloading trucks and moving decorative rocks and shit around at ungodly hours on a weird and sporatic sleep schedule. I can't go to kick boxing because it is only offered in the mornings on week days and I need to sleep in on weekends to survive. My crazy partying days are on hiatus because the crippling exhaustion is too much for my frail body to handle without instantly getting some kind of horrid sinus infection or other unpleasant ailment.
My dream is to go to school, model (and actually make some serious cash), work a few shifts at a low key family restaurant and have more opportunities to feel well rested and look put together.
Also, it has come to my attention that some people searching "minion porn" have been brought to my blog. If this is referring to Despicable Me minions, y'allz crazy motherfuckers and I admire that. Keep flying your freak flags in the semi-privacy of the internest.
Love and stuff,
Thing of Stuff