you wanna be on top?

as some of you may know, i sent in an audition tape for antm cycle 11 a couple weeks ago. today....i received a call back! whoo hooo!! i have a couple weeks to prepare and the lady on the phone made sure to emphasize that i practice my posing and walking. ha! they are really specific on what you wear to the call back as well. NO: dresses, baggy clothing, tanks that cover your hips, and the colors gray, white or bright pink. MUST: 3inch heels, natural make-up, conservative jewelry, and a bathing suit under your street clothes. i am sure i will be standing in line with thousands of other hopefuls. this is gonna be awesome....

tyra - i heart you.

love this.

this is all i have been listening to for the past three days while moving in. TOTALLY would recommend it! her voice is absolutely beautiful. download "between the lines." ps - i layed out today....for 3 hours. jealous? ya, thats what i thought.

hello. and welcome to my home. meet my cat snow.

john and shelly helped me move into 506 14th street, huntington beach yesterday! yahoo! i have such a great feeling about being here and getting a fresh start w/ life. it was seriously such a blessing yesterday bc as we were looking at the last couple loads in the uhaul, i thought, "how the freak are we gonna get this dresser/matress/bedframes up the stairs??" just then....the elders were walking by. seriously life savers. they offered to help and i joked w/ them saying that wouldnt it be cooler if i was a non-member? bc they seriously could have converted me w/ their kindness. or atleast scored a first discussion. my stuff is pretty strewn about the house, as i was kind of moving in ontop of another girl, so i will post pics of the inside later (once it is clean). i LOVE being here. i went down to the beach last night after the move and watched the sunset. mmmmm......its good to be home.

this is the outside of my house (obviously). there are 6 girls total (soon to be 5). it looks kinda small from the front, but it is really deep. it has high ceilings w/ 4 bedrooms and a cute little patio out front! bbq's!

here are some of our neighbors! cute huh? it is kind of overcast today, so sorry that you cant get the whole affect of HOW beautiful this all REALLY is.

another neighbor.

this is looking down our street towards the beach. we are 4 blocks away! visitors are ALWAYS welcome.

i deep-cleaned the kitchen last night, so i felt ok about posting a pic. it took me like 4.5 hours. and i was high from the bleach (not complaining about that though). and maybe darling rob sent me those flowers to welcome me to my new place. couldnt be cuter.

maybe he didnt like your hat.

so...shelly and i venture to b-town's valley plaza mall tonight to acquire some essentials. on the way out, there were some high school boys hanging around the front doors. they began making comments and whistling (yes, i am happy to know that i can turn a 16 year olds head...i mean, i look 12 so it is perfect right?). i of course do not acknowledge and shelly and i go on our merry way. i instantly felt something wet on my bare foot (i was wearing my rainbows) and assumed i stepped in a puddle. i walked a few more feet to look down and see a huge lugie intertwined in my toes and flip-flop. are you freaking kidding me? ONE OF THESE LOSER HIGH SCHOOL BOYS SPIT ON ME!!! I was outraged. what a disrespectful prick. just bc i dont look at you after you cat-call at me? i hate men. they are awful creatures (i of course do not include my father in this grouping), but after the last couple days i am wanting to become a lesbian. we get to the car and shelly is giving me napkins and purell to wipe down the disease ridden boy's saliva and i almost puke. i turned to my mother and asked her, "who does that?!! why would he do that?!! why would he spit on me??" to this she responded, "maybe he didnt like your hat."

i am in love w/ a 16 year old.

distressed.

i decided i wanted to "distress" a headboard for my new room in HB (moving in this weekend). i wanted it to be black, but antiqued looking. then i would accent with cute, ornate and colorful pillows with my ivory colored down comforter. anyway...my adventure started at Lowes (the hardware store). so....i have NEVER been to Lowes before, so as you can imagine, i was a bit intimidated. i found the paint section where i began to ask the lady worker what i needed to do to "distress" my headboard. this headboard has been previously white washed with some sort of poly finish (i knew that). she proceeded to tell me what i needed, the grade of sandpaper to use, the finish of paint, how to paint it....and blah blah blah. i started to feel overwhelmed, so i began taking notes on a small piece of paper from my purse. i thanked the kind lady and started wandering up and down the paint aisles. umm...so there was like no colored paint. i didnt realize you have to ask the "paint person" to mix you paint. so, i went back and asked her to give me whatever she had been describing (for the past 15 mintues). after i received my paint, i headed over to get my sand paper. who knew that there would be sooo many to choose from? i found myself feeling the sand paper to decide on which one to get (like i am skilled in that area). then i proceeded to check out. it was a self-checkout, but my checkout station stopped me after scanning my first item. a mid-thirties female employee approached me and asked to see ID. she said she had noticed me purchasing some items that i needed to be over 18 for and that i looked like i was 12. not kidding. she said i looked 12 years old - out of nowhere. i showed her my ID and then she said, "wow - you do NOT look your age." and i responded, "really? 12 though?" she told me she works at a junior high school during the day and i look just about the age of the other girls there, and they are 12. hmmm.....what a boost to the self-esteem. so, i left, paint in hand but head hung low.

now here is the fun part! the stripping - no, not that kind you sickos.

john hawley showed me the ropes. i was a little nervous at first...

but then got hard core. shelly was making random appearances to confirm i wasnt ruining her garage with dust or sanding down her car. she also kept telling me to put a mask on. we live in bakersfield. we breath worse crap every day.

then it came time to "distress"!! this was the fun part. sar - i feel like you would be proud.

TADA!! this is the end result. i swear it really is black, although it looks more brown in this pic. i LOVE it. it looks absolutely perfect and is going to go great in my new room in HB!

this is kobe's shot. this one's his, that one's his....

i went to the Lakers vs. Clippers game this past weekend, and i am not gonna lie - i was fully entertained. i got to see kobe up close and personal (great seats) where i was then told he was a rapist. really? thanks for ruining my dreams, jeremy. i thought that girl just made it up. whatever. he was still cute. the dancers kept changing outfits - yes, of course i noticed the dancers. but i really wish it was the lakers that were hosting bc i wanted to see the laker girls perform. is it weird that i kind of want to try out to be one? and...i love that they get to wear scantly clad outfits. why do i like that so much? always have....and probably always will...sorry john hawley.

viva lakers!!