American Apparel?

Ok... so as you are all well aware, I'm pretty busted in the flesh but happen to be decently photogenic.  About a hear and a half ago, for shits and gigs, I sent some pictures to American Apparel as they are always looking for "real" models for their campaigns and to model their clothes.  I didn't hear back but I didn't really care.  I only sent pics in the first place because let's face it- some of their models don't even have that pretty of faces or awesomely fit bodies.  However, about a week ago, I was surfing the A.A website looking at new clothes, and I was like: "dude, if some of these chicks can model for them, why can't I?"  So, feeling empowered and particularly attractive that day, I sent some pics.  I expected to hear no response, as that is the way my life generally goes.  However, Sunday, while at work (and only three short days after I'd initially submitted the pictures) I got an email from an A.A. photographer requesting me to set up a time to do a test shoot.  I was naturally stoked (omg, someone thinks I'm good enough for AA!). haha.   The only downfall is that the time they decided on was Wednesday at 2 pm.  I am free wednesday, but I work tuesday night and again on thursday.  I don't mind missing work because let's face it, I fucking hate macehole's.  But I'd have to take a bus down wednesday morning (because even I don't want to skip two days of work... so I'd only allow myself to skip thursday night and still go on tuesday).  I also considered the fact that the test shoot is unpaid, and the rate that an AA model is paid for the 'real' shoot (if my tests were decent enough) would be a measly 10 an hour.  It's not like I'm hot or tall enough to go into more modeling, so this endevour would be pretty pointless.  Plus as we know, the CEO of AA is a major perv with several law suits against him filed for sexual assault/harassment by employees... and some of the ads are highly degrading towards women.  I mailed back the photographer to see if I can change the test shoot to Thursday or Friday.  If that is doable, I will definitely do the test shoot... what do I have to loose except some integrity? hahahahaa.   If they can't do either of those days, clearly it's not meant to be.  I don't want to wake up at 5:30 am on wednesday to catch a 7:00 bus to NYC, I will most definitely look like shit from lack of sleep and be in a frazzled tizzy and sweaty (no doubt).  If I get a response and can come later in the week, it's kismet, if not, fuck it.  I'm working on my novel now and hope to get it published (call me naive, call me stupid... I think it will sell).  Now I'm off to work at shitty Macehole's where I will be anxiously awaiting another email and hating life for 9 hours.  

Updates

I haven't written anything in quite some time, so I might as well make an entry on this terribly boring, rainy day.  Hmm, where to start... my car is finally cosmetically fixed and looks like new again!  Thank God for that; it was really hard driving on the highway with no right-side mirror.  I am still working at Maceholes and it sucks a fat chode.  My manager wants to put me at the Shiseido counter but I don't plan on staying at Maceholes any longer than another month or two, so to take the time to have them train me would be both unfair to them and me.  Also, how can I be expected to sell a product I can't even afford (the cremes are as much as $200 for a 1.7 ounce bottle at Shiseido) or wear (the colors, especially the foundations, are all geared towards Asians with darker undertones).  I really don't think I'm fit for this shit job any longer.  Yikes.  My entire summer plan was to save money, but I spend what little I make in gas and daily living expenses.  So much for my noble plan.  Now I'm looking for jobs in the city.  I mean, my sister is generous enough to let me live with her, rent-free, until I find a 'real job,' so I might as well take her up on the offer instead of pussy-footing around.  I just applied for an internship at thesartorialist.com.  I hope to hear back from them because it would be completely awesome to get my foot in the door doing something I really want to do (even if it doesn't pay at first, chances are they would hire me at an entry-level position).  Let's hope that works out.

My entire town seems to be shutting down.  Our only decent eatery (the once illustrious Jericho Inn, which was last known as 'The Olive Branch') closed.  I don't know why either; they had good reviews, seemingly steady business, and the food was pretty casual and yummy.  After they closed, the local pharmacy (which has been up and running since the dawn of Bainbridge) was bought out by Rite-Aid.  Now I have to take an entire 30 minutes of my time to drive to Sidney once a month to pick up my BC.  How inconvenient. I bet the old people on daily medications are super pissed.  This area gets more depressing every day.  The only good thing about this town seems to be the fact that *IF (and only if) I WANTED TO* I could run naked through the empty streets every night at 3 am without being seen, harassed, or arrested.  I did have a couple of drinking adventures around town a couple of summers ago. Fun times.  What other town can you think of where you know you'll never get caught if you want to drink on the playground or in the middle of the football field on a summer night?  Not that I'm promoting that.  It's not a very class thing to do; but when I was 21 it was pretty damn fun and quite thrilling.

The other night I celebrated a good friend's bday in Oneonta.  I met up with two of my other friends who are still in college and it was a little saddening to know that I am not going back to school this fall.  I mean, I didn't really like Oneonta, to be honest, but I feel so old now. haha.  Anywho, it was a really fun night, and despite telling myself I'd only have two drinks max, I got a bit out of control (nothing like the days of yore, but still a bit more excitable and crazy than I should have liked to have been).

In body image news, I am feeling so effing voluptuous today.  Two weeks ago, I was 100 lbs, but in response to a handful of people, I felt pressure to gain back some of the weight I lost.  I am now 105 and feeling like a cow because of course, the weight immediately went to my tits, ass, and thighs, making me feel like a walking sex object.  I'm like a down-sized, whiter kardashian.  Yipes!   Guess it's back to salads and no sweets for me.

Lalalala.  I hate Maceholes.