My Cinderella Carrying Me

The Senior Show opening lastnight was fun. I have 12 pieces in it (including this one), and it'll be up until September. There's talk of me having my own show after this one comes down, which would be rad. I got showered with praise, my favorite being from my photoshop instructor from like two years ago. He said that all my pictures tell a story, a story that leaves you asking questions with no answers. That made me feel special.

Holly came with me, and dressed me up in this super black outfit. I wore heals all night and my feet still hurt. According to her, lastnight was boot camp for heal wearing for me, haha. We then went out to a couple bars, which I never do, and throughout the night I saw a lot of people I know. Which, seeing as I never go out, never happens. It was nice. I wanted to dance but the music wasn't right.

Oh, and this guy who went to my school a couple years ago asked me to model for him. He's asked me before through Model Mayhem and I've turned him down, and I did again, with as much grace as I could. I really have not much interest in modeling anymore. When Jerome, my main professor, found out that I wouldn't model for this guy, he was all "blah blah blah you should just do it, blah blah blah, ego, blah". I tried to explain to him that I only model for people that I really like their work, and that working for this guy wouldn't gain me anything. I was ganged up on about having a big head or whatever, which I thought was really unfair.

My mother and grandmother came, which was nice. And a few friends. My boyfriend, however, didn't. I'm still really bummed about that.

I've sat around all day, napping, fucking around, hanging some clothes, watching Lost online. Today was really lame. I haven't talked to anyone all day. I left the house for a grand total of about a half hour, went and treated myself to a slice of pizza and an Arizona peach tea because I'm sick of chicken nuggets and peanut butter and jelly.

I feel lost. I feel alone. I feel fucked up.