ohhh the irony
i move to new york for exposure. i get no biters. i move to state college for education. i get a bite. life has a funny way of working. i got a really cool "job" per se that i know all you NYU people would like to hear about. this is how it all began:
i'm walking to the gym one night a few weeks ago and these 2 girls stopped me claiming they were from W Magazine and were doing a spread on college kids and they picked PSU to do the spread on blah blah blah...they take a few poloroids of me get my info etc. and i went on my merry way not taking them seriously.
tuesday night i get a call from a lady saying that they were having callbacks for this W Magazine Photoshoot and they wanted me there at 5 15 pm to take a few photos. Wear your own clothes.
so i went. i waited in the waiting room with a diversee group of people. lots of exotic looking girls and shaggy haired guys along with your jock looking guy and filled out a release. male divas in leaher jackets and an english accents froliced across the room checking out the victims in the room, grabbing a pellegrino and going back into the studio. i was like "this is why i left the business"...i waited 3 hours....anxiety arose...what the hell is this. i dont even care. this is why i hated auditioning. anticipation!!! finally i get pulled into the studio followed two starving ladies with british accents. into a "dressing room" which resembled the "VOGUE closet" from sex and the city. Manolos up to my ears and luis vuitton to my belly button.
the one lady says to the other, "put her in the gucci". next thing i know my clothes are off and thi
s gorgeous dress is on my body.
and then the shoooessss....they put on these diamond encrusted flats. and then back in the line waiting for my turn to meet the photographer. annyyywaayyssss..to make a long story short. i get up and meet the photoman. and i was just so sick of sitting and waiting i just did a little crazy dance because i was so restless. and he seemed to like it so he shot away and then the hair guy started making my hair all big and then photographer was just like "come back tomorrow, we'll do hair and makeup for you, i know exactly what i want to do with you"....
so thats my story.... i dont care so much as being in the magazine but that i was prancing around in a like $1500-2000 dress and like $300 shoes...awesome...and i guess it could be a cool thing to show the grandkids....see grandma didn't always have a saggy ass
annyywaayss....thats it for me. so much crazy shit (besides that) happened i dont even know how to begin thinking.
my life is a hole.