Ughhh... I am too old to audition for the short season of America's Next Top Model. Forget about the fact that I am not thin enough and don't really know how to pose in front of a camera. Those are just details. I'm too old. The ages are from 18-27 and I am looking down the barrel of the big ol' 2-8. This is way more depressing than it should be, as I'm reasonably certain I had no real intention of auditioning. But still... don't tell me what I can't do!
I wonder if I could lie... although, of course, if I went in there saying I was 18 or 19, they would probably accuse me of looking too young. So really, I can't win. In a few years, I'm just going to look like a 16-year-old girl with graying hair and wrinkles. I'm Benjamin Button.
The new apartment is great so far. I got my first taste of the parking situation at 11:30 Monday night and it's pretty bad. But no worse than my parents' house AND I parked slightly in a crosswalk and didn't get a ticket. Other than the parking, I really love the place. It's not done yet; we still don't have DVR (curses!) and my father has to put up the door between my brother and my bedrooms and I have to figure out where I'm putting the two garbage bags of stuffed animals and at least two boxes of other things I have no room to store. Thank God my room is big. Even with all the boxes still sitting around, it's at least double the size of any other room I've ever had. I can do a dance routine in the middle of the floor, which is, of course, what every little girl dreams of in a bedroom. Right? It wasn't just me, was it?
My brother is going to be cooking dinner every night, which is AWESOME, but also means I have to eat whatever he makes and shut up about it, which is putting my diet somewhat in the shitter. Last night, we had cheeseburgers and Key Food brand shells and cheese. I guess it could be worse and, seriously, I am not complaining about having dinner on the table for me when I get home from work. For the past year, I have been eating leftovers or ramen noodles/Ellio's pizza for dinner, alone. I'll just have to be extra healthy during the day to make up for it.
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No, you are not alone =) My room was always very limited for dancing... all the more reason we should be going out to do just that sometime soon! Though not in a bedroom, that would be weird.
BOO! to the age thing.
Don't worry Jen, I'm right there behind ya.
Tyra, why you gotta be a jerk like that?
I bet if you send them in a video they'd take you.
Glad to hear the place is awesome, can't wait to come over again!
My advice to you is this: Fuck a lot of guys before you get too old.
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Words of wisdom, truly.
And I have to tell you, as soon as I turned 28, I became ANCIENT. I got arthritis, and Alzheimer's, and liver spots. Face it Jen. In three months, you're done.
Or I could be lying!
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