So if I get blank brained while writing this book, could you all suggest some of your favourite past posts to rehash? ;) thank you. THANK. YOU. Here are some photos for you.
LAST CALL. I've set up temporary shop on Twitter. I'm a little sad that my following in the Xanga play-yard has dwindled SO-THIN. I guess I have to come to terms with what occurred when I stopped blogging. Readership nosedive...
But I thought more of you would follow me there! Ah c'est la vie.
For those of you following, I hope I am entertaining you. Big LOVES my peeples.
I really want to thank those of you who were so candid in their responses. Thank you. Kids shouldn't really have it that rough, and MY GOD... this sort of stuff is happening to the majority of kids here, I can't imagine what kids are going through before the age of 14 in undeveloped countries. One of my girlfriends adopted a baby from Ethiopia 2 years ago. One night, at the age of 18 months, she became orphaned while watching her parents get hacked up by machetes. For real, no reason why they didn't kill her, but she was adopted 4 months after the event and still has PTSD from losing her parents, watching it. She is a little fighter that kid.
Now why did I start talking about that? Right, well please, if there are more people who can and want to share anything, please do. And don't feel guilty if things were all unicorns and rainbows for you! MY GOD, PLEASE share if things were unicorns and rainbows. We'd ALL LOVE TO KNOW THAT PEOPLE LIKE THAT EXIST!
I'm writing something. I'm brainstorming it. I have no idea if I will go screenplay or novel. I have no idea if i will go drama or comedy. I do know that it will be loosely based on me at 13-17. I want to gear the whole thing towards and for kids of the same age...until 25?
At 13 I was loud, and I was boy crazy. I was also 5'6", 80 pounds with large glasses. I didn't understand that boys weren't interested in me because 13 year old boys weren't TOTALLY into girls at this point... I thought it was because I was a train wreck. So I prayed and prayed and got louder and more outgoing at school. At 14 I decided to break away from the 50 or so French Immersion kids I'd grown up with (grade 1-9) and go to a High School closer to my house, but further from everything I'd grown up with. I entered a modeling scouting thing. Kelly Streit had just discovered Tricia Helfer (b. galactica) and she had won Ford Model of the year/world/whatever... He was from my province and was holding a big scouting event. Agents from around-the-world were going to be there. I got a number, anyone was allowed to. I wore my mom's prettiest chanel-style blazer, which was in all honesty down to my knees. The shoulder pads made me look like a line backer. I walked the catwalk for the first time, in front of Ford, Woman, IMG, Wilhelmina, Elite, Storm! I felt amazing. But in a total Napoleon Dynamite way to those watching. They called the numbers of the girls who were chosen, those girls were to go across the street and up to the 37th floor to meet with the agencies who wanted them. Of course I was not called. Of course I went across the street and up to the 37th floor to meet with the agents. Me. Little 5'6" me with my huge jacket and huge glasses. The agents were all nice to me, as I got past the whole "No you didn't call me BUT...." Of course no one was willing to fly me to Europe. I went to the local guy, Kelly Streit, last. He said something like, "You weren't called? Then why are you here?" and his assistant stopped him and said, "Wait. Take off your glasses." I did. "Take off your jacket." I did. She turned to him. "She has potential." FINALLY! I thought. Though I was sad it wasn't Milan.
The best part was that I didn't think I was pretty enough to be a model. I just wanted to be "discovered" I felt like a star. Why wasn't I a star? I thought, she sees this. Juanita Klatt, makeup artist. CHUTZPAH!
Anyhow, this was the catalyst of what began to change me. I did end up getting contact lenses... Juanita plucked my inch thick brows. My mom was so impressed with how I looked post-brow amputation that she walked right into the building crying "Me too!" to our dear Juanita.
I suddenly had a new group of friends. Not as funny, not as witty, not as smart ( I suppose humor and wit = smart so I'm being redundant) I got a boyfriend the day THE DAY DAY I got my contacts. 2 years of open crushes and asking boys out to no avail. suddenly turned into having the boyfriend of my dreams- my biggest crush ever - in one day. What a terrible lesson. It felt wrong. It felt like I was in an Aerosmith video.
