concubine

i am sick and tired of people defending this girl and saying she's "just being sixteen". excuse me, but not every sixteen year old played a character on disney channel whose tv show was aimed at children. she's supposed to be serving as a role model, and i don't care if she's trying to stray away from her hannah montana image. until you're off disney's contract, you are still and will forever be hannah montana. for someone who is so publicized, someone who little girls delusionally idolize, she has no respect for herself. she needs to remember who her audience is.

besides that.

• writing college essays is hard. there's too many and i'm getting a little lazy. good for me, i wrote two components for my ED UPenn app today, though.
• i want to start reviewing books. let's start with secret society by tom dolby. i don't have it in my hands right now, but considering harperteen has at least 70 pages of it up on their website, i think i can make the assumption that it's a basic rip-off of blue bloods by melissa de la cruz. i say this because i read blue bloods religiously, and i can't help but follow dolby's plot and find blatant similarities to de la cruz's. i mean, sure, the upper east side privileged teens setting is very common, but a secret society where you are secretly tapped based on your social class and background? a murder within the society? unlikely characters who will inevitably mesh and fall in love? it's all too familiar. i also took a peek at hush, hush. what i would do to get some ARCs for those.
• the beautiful life, which i have always considered an uncanny resemblance to my novel draft, got canceled. meaning, i can still write my story if i plan to. yes!
• i can't take the acts/sats in time for ED. i'm unhappy.
• peacoat getting ordered this weekend. too excited.

god, what i would do to be in college right now.

fshn / fall 09

people just don't understand art.

gaultier looked gorgeous on her.

versace is too much for you, blake.

i know it's the emmys but i think a marchesa or a miu miu, or even armani, might have suited her better.

versace is especially overestimated with that ... hairstyle.

dramatics are good, but i think i'm the only one who's not feeling siriano.

maybe i'm too accustomed to the classics to let in a reality show winner.

look at me. i can't even hide my bias.

los angeles

i love rachel zoe beyond words. i don't understand some people who've whined about her antics or even her weight, which is not only beyond irrelevant to her career but not worth investigating, you can't deny that she's done some pretty gorgeous work. i loved what she did for anne hathaway at the oscars last year.

the detail on that dress is breathtaking.

i'm also a little jealous that rachel's got enough hair confidence to work a centerpart. i wouldn't dare.

if i ever considered los angeles as a home, i'd die to work for that woman. but until she touches base in new york, there's nothing i can do but watch RZP and seethe with envy.

• common app fill-out today. i need to get moving, and also press the idea of ED UPenn to my parents.
• i need to start an operation smile club at school. i keep forgetting.
• i also need to watch RZP and Jennifer's Body online. i keep forgetting that too.

i can't wait until i turn 18. i can't wait for college. i can't wait for life.

futura

it's dirty. it's beautiful. contradictions? not in new york.

i'm beginning to have mini panic attacks that i won't become all i want to be. i mean, i want to be a model and something about it just isn't working out. i'm submitting pictures left and right and getting rejected up and down. why? is it because my pictures are awful? i don't want to be so conceited, but i always thought i could make it as a model. maybe it's my height. or maybe i'll take it back to not having good enough pictures. whatever, i'll go to a casting call one of these days. before braces? unlikely.

i hope i become all i want to be. or i just won't be happy.

1. UPenn

2. Dartmouth

3. Cornell

those are my top three choices. except, the most obvious fault is that they're all ivies. i have such high hopes for myself, it's almost embarrassing.

i would list all the schools i'm APPLYING to, but that would take up way too much space. it's expensive and expansive.

is wordpress better than blogspot? i don't know.

je veux te voir

just got this in my inbox from shopbop. i think i'd be better off doing the second look. i hate denim skirts, but i hate light denim even more.

i want to start doing pimsleur again so i can learn french fluently. and be able to understand je veux te voir by yelle without a translator. the disco d remix is the best.

i'm beginning to think i don't have model looks. that's depressing.

i came across an article about kira plastinina. i have no respect for a fashion line that was funded and entirely paid for by her millionaire father. i think the rest of america feels the same, considering she filed for chapter 7 protection, since her line was beyond failure over here. youngest fashion designer in the world? whatever. there's plenty of other young designers more deserving of that title.

i bought a planner last night. hopefully i have enough of a hectic schedule this year to fill it.

panique

i really hate panic attacks, so people the world loves/likes/talks about need to stop dying.

anyway, i want a fun life. but that means i need to model. meaning, i need to get this career started asap. the sad part is i'm unsure of what kind of braces i'll be getting. but if my mother wants to be extremely cheap, and she usually is, she will force me to get metal braces and that would be a bitchy move on her part considering ceramics are only about $300 more.

i want a fun life. i want to model. i want to live in the city later on in life. actually, i want to live there now, but the logical part of me knows that isn't ... logical even in college. i need a successful life first. i need to have jourdan dunn's life.

i'm getting off track here.

i love ghesquiere but jennifer connelly ... why. i don't blame the photographer, i don't even blame marketing. i blame her for making this pose and thinking it was flattering.

i'll love balenciaga forever and ever, though.

my hair is gorgeous but the itch is killing me.

orejas

i love techno. i love electro-pop. i love dance. i'm really happy with my music taste right now.

statutory

i'm obsessed with fashion. it's actually a bit sad. i'm thinking of turning this blog into not just a personal blog, but also a nyc/style centric blog. in fact, i will.

anyway. a couple things have been on my mind lately.

• i really want to be a model. however, i'm getting braces on september 9th, and ford casting calls are on wednesdays. and what day is september 9th? a wednesday. i'd love to go to a casting before i get braces on, but i doubt that will happen. i'm not actually getting braces on the 9th, but spacers. i heard they're very painful.
  
• what's the deal with people having to be 18 for everything? i've come to a conclusion that 17 is really the worst year. all you're doing is anticipating being legal. i'd love to be 18. then i could go after any celebrity i want. hopefully.
• i really want to see "the september issue". since working in magazines is my backup for if i don't become stellar famous as a model, i want to see how it works. however, i read a review on the new york times that the movie isn't really based on how the business works but rather how anna wintour works. even though i love anna wintour, i have to admit that british, italian, french, and vogue nippon are all better than american vogue. i'll have to edit this sometime later if i really intend to write for magazines.

i wish i would stop getting headaches.

vacaciones

wow, i haven't updated this in months. time to get back to posting.

i'm in maryland and it's starting to suck. every time i come here i feel like i never get to eat. honestly, is it so hard to keep the refrigerator stocked? i may weigh around a hundred and ten pounds but i eat about seven times a day. people need to keep up.

i'm really only excited about:
a. getting my hair done
b. getting money from my dad's birthday party

honestly, that's it, and i'm ready to go home. and hopefully go back to memorial.

and my god, i want to be on a plane right now.

soror

i'll die if i don't join a sorority in college. just die.

it's official: worst weekend ever.

sunday

i don't see the point in even going to church, really. i just sit there and read a piece of paper filled with things no one really knows the truth about. now, don't get me wrong, i grew up catholic so there's still a part of me that believes there's a God up there, but i really don't know. science has already proven that there was man on earth before "adam & eve". plus, man wrote the bible. god didn't strike it down to earth, so how would man know how the world began? honestly, the things a bored man can write, people wouldn't believe. who knew a book translated in and out of hundreds of languages, words lost and added in the process, would become the way of life today?

i'm going to be a fashion journalist. not a nurse, not a lawyer, not a computer technician. a FASHION JOURNALIST. read that.

music: the veronicas - untouched

go away

i hate people who smother.
get the hint--i don't want to talk to you.

condenast

http://www.condenastcareers.com/internprogram.cfm

i am stalking this page religiously. i'll die if i don't at least apply for this program. just die.

semana

i haven't posted in a while. but i plan on posting here a lot more often. let's see, here's how my end of the week went:

friday: finished watching crash. it was absolutely amazing. if anyone hasn't seen this, they should watch it now. i loved the plot, and the way it all came together in the end. flawless. missed a dinner date with friends. i fell asleep right through a text message saying that someone was going to pick me up. well, that's what happens when people take two hours to reply back. amazing. did nothing but sleep.

saturday: today, i slept. i slept and i dreamt. that's about it. a friend was supposed to come over, but she postponed, as she always does. i wasn't really expecting her to come through. watched made and ate chinese food. fun, right? never.

sunday: we'll see about tomorrow. i know one thing--i'm waking up early and going to church. ugh.

i've been seeing a lot of this:

now, i love scarves. but now, it's a little overkill. especially when i see peace sign ones around guys' necks. come on. stop that. these kind of scarves look horrible on men.

music: n.a.s.a. ft. kanye west & santogold - gifted