Yes yes......ANOTHER post. I forgot to say one thing. So here it is. Christoph ist der reizvollste Sache Gott hat gebildet. Ich dachte, dass Sie gl�cklich machen w�rde, Schneider. Ich denke, dass ich diese ganze Sache auf deutsch tun werde. Warum? Weil ich kann. Ich soll mit Rammstein am VMA'S in drei Tagen ausf�hren, aber ich kann nicht, weil meine erste Modellieren-Klasse am n�chsten Tag ist. Jetzt lutscht DAS. There. I feel better now. How frustrated did you get trying to read that? Not too much I hope. Sorry for making the little gerbil on the wheel inside your heads work too hard.
Donnerstag, September 12, 2002
I almost had my own 9/11 today. When I woke up this morning, I had just had a dream that felt so real it was too real too ignore. In the dream, my friend Richard had called me and told me that Christoph was dead. He'd been killed when a semi hit their limo and threw him through the window. The limo rolled on top of him and the car exploded. Of course when I told him about it, he thought I had been hit in the head with a baseball bat one too many times. It almost happened today, but because he realized it was just like I was telling him, he kept yelling at the driver to move out of the way, and it did so when the semi did come, it just fish-tailed the car instead of hitting it straight on. It still threw Christoph against the window and busted the window out. He has a gash on the back of his head and lost quite a bit of blood. Your prayers will be greatly appreciated.
On a lighter note...my friend "Emma" and I have come to a conclusion. That looks like that beginning to a "Dear Abby" column. Oh well.....back to the conclusion. We are going to start a condom company called Rubber Dickies. She says she wants all the hot guys we know to model them. I was unaware condom models existed? I'm also listening to "Zwitter" by Rammstein. May I ask why you would write a song about how it would be better if you were a hermaphrodite? I'll never understand men. I don't think I'll ever want to either. Well.....that's all for today. Tomorrow is another day.
On a lighter note...my friend "Emma" and I have come to a conclusion. That looks like that beginning to a "Dear Abby" column. Oh well.....back to the conclusion. We are going to start a condom company called Rubber Dickies. She says she wants all the hot guys we know to model them. I was unaware condom models existed? I'm also listening to "Zwitter" by Rammstein. May I ask why you would write a song about how it would be better if you were a hermaphrodite? I'll never understand men. I don't think I'll ever want to either. Well.....that's all for today. Tomorrow is another day.
September 8, 2002
Tried out for Barbizon today. I always thought I would get it because I deserved it. Actually it was also because I had to. Something inside of me would just die if I didn't. Ok, actually it wouldn't....but you get the picture by now. I REALLY wanted it. So I went up there. Found the place pretty easily after I got lost. Losing yourself does have its advantages. Ended up being model number 132. I felt like some car piece. Model number 132. Hmph. Anyway.....I sat there and listened to this woman talk for about an hour. It was so cold my lips were blue and my veins were sticking out. I looked like death in the refridgerator. I went up there and received what everyone else had received. A half-hearted woo. However, once I started walking everyone stood up and started screaming and clapping. Of course I felt like Cindy Crawford after this and planned to strut so. When I got done, my judge ran up to me and hugged me. He kept talking about how wonderful I did and kept saying "Wow" for the first 5 minutes. He asked me some questions and I really impressed him. If I get into the agency, I'll get a callback tomorrow. I'd better. That's all I have to say.
Tried out for Barbizon today. I always thought I would get it because I deserved it. Actually it was also because I had to. Something inside of me would just die if I didn't. Ok, actually it wouldn't....but you get the picture by now. I REALLY wanted it. So I went up there. Found the place pretty easily after I got lost. Losing yourself does have its advantages. Ended up being model number 132. I felt like some car piece. Model number 132. Hmph. Anyway.....I sat there and listened to this woman talk for about an hour. It was so cold my lips were blue and my veins were sticking out. I looked like death in the refridgerator. I went up there and received what everyone else had received. A half-hearted woo. However, once I started walking everyone stood up and started screaming and clapping. Of course I felt like Cindy Crawford after this and planned to strut so. When I got done, my judge ran up to me and hugged me. He kept talking about how wonderful I did and kept saying "Wow" for the first 5 minutes. He asked me some questions and I really impressed him. If I get into the agency, I'll get a callback tomorrow. I'd better. That's all I have to say.
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