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Well today i woke up around...okay. forget that. i actually got out of bed at about 12:56 (there's my weirdo precise memory again..) but i was actually awake for about an hour before that. i was willing myself to go back to sleep and dream happy thoughts, but unfortunately my mind had other ideas and refused to. So i got up and ate..some ice cream. very..umm..nutritious ice cream. It was my happy easter present to myself. And then...i read a book. for a couple hours. and i did some other things, none of which were interesting. mostly just reading or watching tv. And then around.. 5:30 or so? i went to blockbuster with my Dad and my brother and we got some dvd's. Which include The Invasion (yes, celeste! it IS that movie that we watched!) and The Illusionist (that's the one that avery loves, right?) oh, and also Quarintine. because it seemed kind of creepy, and you guys know how much i love creepy movies. then we picked up some pizza for dinner. and i ate some pizza. haa, this is getting blaaaaand! okay. so i'm kind of zombie-ish right now because i haven't had much substantial food, so i always feel sort of tired and out of it..well, i did have an orange, which was delicious by the way. i think i might have another when i'm done with this. anyways, that will NOT stop me from writing a brilliant journal. Okay. so my requests for this journal were:
1. write a mini story about a bulimic supermodel.
2. how would i deal with phone solicitors?

well i'll start with number two. If the phone solicitor were a real person, and NOT an automated machine, then if i were in a good mood i'd probably try to change the situation around and see what the persons reaction is. here's an example
solicitor: Hello, ma'am. Could i interest you in buying a new credit card?
me: well, let me think about that for awhile. but while i'm considering, could i interest you in buying some Japanese Pixie sticks?
solicitor: umm...pixie sticks?
me: no, JAPANESE pixie sticks. they're way better. have you ever tryed japanese candy? it's AMAZING!
solicitor: oh really, it is? i mean..ahem..back to the matter at hand. This credit card gives you tons of new benifits that your average credit card wouldn't, you see it has-
me: but enough about me. let's hear about you.
solicitor: All i'm saying is, this credit card has-
me: OH my goodness, listen to this song! it's amazing! (i stick the phone next to my cd player and blare some screamo music.) wasn't that GREAT?
solicitor: FORGET IT! (beeep)
me:hellooo? oh..you hung up? darn.

yay. that one was dedicated to you, Celeste. and now, for the story about the model. here we go!

"Rose, be ready in ten minutes!" The manager shouts to me. i do my best to nod, but the woman doing my makeup quickly steadies my chin, stopping me mid-nod.
"i told you, don't move. do you want me to mess this up? we're running short on time!" She snaps. i don't even remember her name. It doesn't matter. it's not as if I'll ever see her again after this anyways.
"Stop staring at me. Close your eyes. i need to get this last shade of eyeshadow on and you'll be done." she says. i sigh and obediently close my eyes. Just a couple more hours. i'll be done in just a couple more hours..
"there. done. now go get your outfit on." her voice snaps me back to reality. i stare at her blankly. "what are you waiting for? hurry!"
i get up unsteadily and walk to the dressing room. i slip on the jeans and designer top and glance in the mirror. Staring back at me is a girl with wide blue eyes, short curly blonde hair, overdone makeup, and wearing nice clothes. But she doesn't look very happy.
"Rose. come on. it's your turn!" my mother says, bursting into my room. My mom's been my agent since i was ten. Since then i've been doing ads in magazines nonstop. She's always pressuring me to do better. i've never really lived up to her expectations...
She grabs my elbow and pulls me towards the door. next thing i'm standing in the bright lights, ready to have my picture taken.
"alright, ready. and pose." the photographer says. i give my best smile and go through the motions. as long as i don't think about it, it's fairly easy. This goes on for about thirty minutes, and then they say i can take a break.
"here, have something to eat." the manager says, handing over a veggie tray. i grab some carrots and dip them in ranch. they make a loud pop when i bite down on them.
"Rose. what are you doing?" my mother says.
"eating." i say flatly.
"What have i told you? you don't need to snack in between meals. how do you ever plan on keeping your figure if you keep doing this?" she yanks the carrot from my hand.
"i'll be right back." i whisper. but she doesn't even listen. i head to the bathroom. When it's done with, i walk towards the sink and wet a paper towel, washing off my mouth. Just keep smiling. i think blandly and smile at the mirror. ugh, forget it. i march out of the bathroom and slam the door behind me.
"ROSE." my mother's voice shrieks.
"jeez, mom. i'm RIGHT HERE. you don't need to yell." i say.
"Don't talk to me like that. where are your manners?" she babbles on "now get back out there! You have work to do!"
i hold back the urge to roll my eyes and walk back into the blinding light. just keep smiling,

ta-da. wasn't that lovely and depressing? and THAT is why you should never be a supermodel! because it is no fun. that one's dedicated to you, avery. hope you liked it. i'm kind of tired with writing now. Goodnight to you, my lovely readers. feel free to keep requesting...
~krissy