LONG BEACH

 We're lacking a 13th floor.

 The lady might jump. . .

 

Long Beach long weekend.  Spent a lot of time in our cozy hotel room, watching light shows and other weird stuff.  Next day, went to ISSE.  Met Tabatha Coffey (aaahhhhhh).   Oh yeah, we ate giant omlettes, too.

PS,

DOLLA BEELS.

I just found these pictures, but they're from awhile ago.  We all had a Little Tokyo adventure and ate at Orochon.  I think it was raining that day.   BUT I'M A BLONDE, NOW...

filth high

映画を見よう君の約束通り手を繋いで

夜にはお別れです　林檎と苺が腐る前に

夢は広がる君の約束通りキスをしながら

君とはお別れです　最後の晩餐楽しみましょう

PUT ON A SHOW TONIGHT SAY WHATEVER YOU LIKE

SCHEISSE SCHEISSE BE MINE, SCHEISSE BE MINE.


I'm sitting in sunny Agoura right now, on my glorious half hour lunch break.  The birds are chirping, the 101 is noisy, there's a slight breeze, a mild tinge of mediocrity, and an wondering of why the hell it's so bright and sunny in January.  

I WANT YOU, MISERABLE COLDNESS.  

I guess the sun isn't so bad, vitamin D deficiency isn't that good, but at the same time, looking as if you haven't seen the sun in years is a good look.  Not being able to find foundation pale enough is enjoyable.  I LIKE IT, OKAY?  

School is good.  I did a client the other day that was really pissed off.  She was pissed the girl she requested wasn't there, pissed that it took forever to get into a chair, pissed when her color formulation wasn't in the computer, and when the teachers wanted to take over and formulate a new one instead of letting me do it, she was pissed that the formula came out too dark and not red enough.  Also pissed she almost didn't get a haircut. 

But I admire Ron because I feel like he kind of saved my ass.  I mean, the situation wasn't in anyway my fault or my responsibility, but it's still awkward when you have to takeover someone else's pissed off client and make them happy.  He came in with his swagger and told her how cute and beautiful she was and how she needs to go out and do something for herself and blah blah, just really charming and telling her shit a woman would want to hear.

I admire that alot.  Because it fucking worked, and I was dying on the inside, I wanted to laugh so bad.  And whether or not he really meant it is another conversation, but I'd like to be able to do that. 

Just schmooze someone until they're calmer and happier.  

He has a few decades on me though, so I'll need to practice a little more.

NATURE

green hills and blue dreams, and an ominous wire fence that warns of emergency conditions (read: zombies)

Now that I know what I'm wearing next fall...

Some of the latest from Vivienne Westwood's Fall 2011 menswear collection.

She makes me so excited each season.  I want to wear all of these.

because you can't cut up magazines and glue them back together with the internet

I like collages and late night ramblings and scribbling SADS lyrics 'cause it looks cool and finding out you have old sex pistols clippings from 1983.

Oh, and I guess deer with tits and lots of arms.

IT'S FUNNY . . .

 I swear to god, if you had been asian, you'd look like her.

But I guess by now I've sort of forgotten what you look like.  That's not so bad though, because Tao's pretty swell, too.

SMASH AND SMASH

NOW I KNOW . . .

THAT WHEN A MAN HAS HAIRY EARS

IT'S BEST TO REMOVE THE HAIR WITHOUT SAYING ANYTHING.


But I still got like $3, and he had barely any hair anyway, so I'm not disappointed.

Is it dandee or dandoo?

I'm playing the waiting game.

I'm anticipating February and March.

Going on a trip to sin city next month, and then see Gaga at the end of March.

I've never really thought about or desired to go to Las Vegas, but since it's for school and I got this opportunity to go, I think it's going to be fun.   I know everyone's going to be smashed, and it's only three days, but..  I don't know, I don't really know what to expect out of it.  I just hope I meet some interesting and important people.

GODGA.   I miss her so much, ahhhh.   It's been a whole year since I've seen her!  I can't wait to see her again.   Last year, I remember just gawking at her and her outfits, and every time she'd leave the stage to change again and again. She was just incredible.  I can't wait. 

School's been alright.   Today was pretty exhausting and I'm not sure why.  We did stateboard drills at the end of the day, but I was exhausted before that even happened, and I'm confused because I didn't really do shit today.


I've been thinking a lot about my plan of action for the future, though.

I mean, I thought I knew what I was going to do until I met Diana Schmidtke and heard her whole life story, and that's made me completely re-think everything I had planned to do.   Hearing everything she had to say on the industry and working on set and what you need and what kind of attitude you have to have, who you go about contacting, etc. etc, just all of it.  It was eye opening, and I'm really grateful to have listened to her story. 

It was enough to get me to buy her book, which was funny because I was pretty cynical at first. 

When I found out we were having a guest speaker and I heard one of the teachers say "her books are in the other room", I thought "Jesus christ, this is a ploy to get us to spend money."   After hearing her talk, my mind was changed pretty quickly and I went and bought it.

So far I've read the first few chapters and I'm glad I bought it.  There's a shit ton of information in it that I had no idea about, that I would have never thought about. 


One thing she did for me was solidify my desires to relocate to NYC.   She flat out said, LA and NYC are the major hubs for this kind of work--- but the catch is, in LA, you'll mainly get entertainment business work.  NYC is where you'll find the creative, avant-garde, fashion-driven, editorial, runway, amazingness that I dream about. 

I'm not interested in doing campaign ads for old navy or pac sun.  I could give a shit about making a TV celebrity look natural and pretty a million times over for the same teen girl magazine.  I mean, a job's a job in the beginning, but it's just not the field I wanna get stuck in. 

So, I'm going to start planning that. 

And advanced education.  That was another thing she said that was inspiring.  Never ever fucking stop learning.  Graduating from this school isn't the last stop for me.  I'm going to be taking advanced cutting and coloring classes.  I want to take wig making classes.  I'm definitely going to makeup school.   I'm going to become certified in extensions and brazilian blowouts and anything and everything left that there is to take. 

Even if I'm up to my ears in loans to pay off.  It just needs to happen. 

I really liked her though.  I definitely want to be as good as her someday.

2011

It's been another 365 days.

I'm not going to say "happy new year", because I'm fucking tired of hearing that everywhere I go.  At the same time, it'd be wrong of me to not reflect..

So.  

What the fuck did I do in 2010?

I've been thinking a little bit about it these past couple days, and I can say that 2010 started out as one of the worst years I've had, and ended as one of the best.  Sorta.

I started out the year as a wreck.  Just obnoxious hopelessness.  I was one of those people I can't fucking stand.   From there, it transitioned into an OCD-driven, intense couple months where I shrunk down a bunch and tried to re-access everything I was doing.  Things still weren't so great.  I was pretty unhappy, but I was getting by.  

Summer came, and I tried living on my own.  It was great at first, but the people I was living with made everything shit, and then I realized that regardless of who I lived with, I wouldn't be able to afford my own apartment and go to school, so I moved back home.

A couple solid months of nothingness, just anticipation.

Then my ether returned to these United States of America.  That mesmerizing group of five guys that have successfully captured my eyes and heart from the time I was just a kid, up until now.  I spent those couple months working my ass off and saving every penny so I could follow them around the west coast.   Los Angeles, San Francisco, Seattle, and Portland.  I met up with some of the best people I know, and we saw this band and we screamed and screamed until we couldn't scream anymore.

I came back aching and covered in bruises, but I was on this adrenaline rush.  This noise-induced dopamine kick that I couldn't and didn't want to shake off.

An exact week later, I began a journey that would change the course of my life forever.

.....  DUN DUN DUN.

I started hair school.  I remember the first time I walked into those doors and talked to anyone in there.  I was nervous, but I still had that layer of confidence underneath my skin.  It was more like... a destiny-filled kind of confidence.  I saw this place and I knew it was for me.  I had been indecisive about everything up until that moment, and I knew that for the time being, I didn't belong anywhere else.

My first day of school, and that orange-haired girl I talked to before everything began ended up being one of my teachers.  I thought she was a student.  (Well, I guess originally she was?)

I have the best teachers.  I've never had teachers like this.

A couple months after school starts, I work my first legitimate runway show.  I'm in heaven.  I realize this really is what I want to do.  This is my function.  Everything up until now hasn't been for nothing, because right now is euphoric.  Drugs can't give you that feeling.

I wake up every morning a little groggy, but I'm still happy to drive to school every day.  101 traffic doesn't bother me much.  I usually blast music too loud to give a shit about sitting in traffic.  Most days I don't drive alone, either, and that's nice.

So this year, 

I beat myself up

I ran around the country

 I became a jellyfish and ventured into space

I started to lay down the foundation for tomorrow's mansion

I met some of the best people I've ever met in my entire life

I've lost what used to be some of the best people in my entire life

I've become a little more determined

I've remained a creature of habit

But most of all,  . . . .

I don't know.  I guess I'm still the same person I was before.  

You know, it doesn't feel that different.  New years never feel monumentally different.  But there'll be more opportunities and more chances this year.

So here's some resolutions for 2011

 - take a client every day of january

- become incredible

- pass state board

- don't become distracted by things or people that hinder my goals

- shrink some more

- more runway shows

I said fucking good luck