I'm tired of purple.

And I'm really tired of this weather.

I've gained five pounds? ... Kwon's gonna be pissed.

Current Mood: calm

Whatever. Just because it's raining I'm still stuck in Central. I'm a model, not a houseplant, for god's sake. I'm not going to snap in half when the wrong wind hits.

... Whatever.

Current Mood: unimpressed

I felt like a change.

... I don't know if purple is my color.

Current Mood: listless

Those brothers were freakish and they obviously need to get lives. A blind date isn't my idea of harmless entertainment for anyone, especially when I didn't ask to be set up.

Then again, though, things could have gone a lot worse than they did. The guy I got paired up with didn't bore me much even if he tried to start the evening bullshitting me. A dance studio was probably the worst place for both of us, since we just ended up going to the roof anyway without dancing.

It wasn't as much of a waste of time as I thought it was going to be, which was one hell of a surprise. Who knew.

Dad was pretty pissed off when I got home, but there's not a lot he can do about it. Feh.

I've got to get up early for work. Why the hell am I writing so much anyway?

( Private {hackable} )

Current Mood: indifferent

I'm interviewing a couple of guys for the stupid bodyguard position. I don't see why my agent is insisting on it, but whatever. If it'll shut him up, I can live with it. He's not too happy with it just being me who is doing the interviews, but I figure if it's someone I have to be around every day that I'm working, I should have the final say.

Not to mention, his wife is having a baby, so he can't very well be in both places at once, can he?

Shit. Gotta get ready and get to his office.

Current Mood: rushed

Work has been hell lately. I've got everyone riding up my ass to make sure things are perfect, and from the sounds of things, my agent is pushing for something bigger for my next thing. Whatever. I just want money.

I enjoyed my last night of anonymity. I guess the new magazines hit the shelves today, and my face is all over them. I picked one up and it doesn't look half bad. Almost don't recognize myself, but shit, is that anything new?

I'm going out.

( Private. )

Current Mood: blank

Annoying.

I don't know why I'm bothering to write in this. It's not like I have a lot to say or anyone I want to say it to. If anyone is even reading this, you need to get a life. Don't you have something better to do than stalk an eighteen year-old's online journal?

This is a waste of my time.

Current Mood: annoyed