A Warn on Track 1

I am one to lead a fast paced life.
"Cue music, lights up.. and Jack, go."

However, this does not happen for me. Why?
The plank is in front of me, but the lineup is missing, the speakers are dead and the lights have blown.

I never get to the stage where there is a warn on the soundtrack.

This week, all i have planned is an interview with Ultimo Tafe for their Fashion Design Course. Thrilling.

Maybe it's time to hold a casting call...

Topman

Topshop is open in Oxford St, Sydney!

I went there with Dougie last week,

This is a piece by Kate Moss.

Now, time to deal with that money issue...

Retrospective

In looking back at my previous posts, i must sound like a miserable obese person suffering from anorexia nervosa to an outsider. In all honestly, when it comes down to crunch time, i'm really not that obsessive over my weight, nor am i always such a negative nancy. This space is merely a form in which i can release my insecurities and emotions, and sometimes also create posts with my strange sense of humour oddly threaded through the dialogue.

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Anyway, today i bumped into Leiden K from Scene Models again. She is SO SKINNY now. You may be thinking that this is a start to another rant on my oh so devastating struggle i have with anorexia, and you may be about right. With her being 6'1 and rail thin, It's a slap in the face. TIME TO GET BACK INTO PEAK CONDITION.

So Uppy and i are going to just wing a shoot on Thursday. That should be interesting - lugging a suitcase around the CBD, changing in public and posing on public property. I hope it's not going to be 40degrees yet again, Uppy wants to shoot me in a mink coat.

Spin, Spin.

I am once again, friendless, ugly and fat. Life is truly a cycle, as i have reverted to the same person i was 6 years ago.

People, once again, seemingly cannot surpass the threshold to my personality and they judge purely on face value. Even some people who already know me seem to act this way.

As my values and attitudes progress, theirs do not. They are not able to accept my new self, nor am i willing to compromise. Hence, we drift.

As subtle the word drift may sound, for me, it is truly quite sudden. Everyone slowly establishes an emotional disconnect with me, yet on the surface, they're peaches and cream. Then, at one given point and time, i do something which causes a social avalanche. They either all just drop off the face of the earth or treat me with hostility.

Ah the cycle begins once again. Time to find new friends, establish myself in new territory and hopefully nothing disastrous happens.

I feel like Gemma Ward

Oh come to me, the force of liposuction.

I am so confused. I have been following my infamous, infamous diet, of which resulted me in being labeled anorexic by many (AND as opposed to before, i've been excercising), yet I've been exponentially gaining weight. I've even lost definition in my arms.

Through my 4unitmathexpert calculations, i shall officially become overweight by April next year.

But for some reason, i doubt my obesity photos will land on the desk of BryanBoy.

Bittersweet Motivation

For some odd reason, I'm tempted to get off my ass and shoot right this moment.

Maybe it's because i don't want to become stagnant, now that all of high school is officially over.

Suddenly, though, I'm hit with a pang of pessimism. If Platform doesn't even want an interview with me anymore, who would? How am i going to build my career if I remain a freelancer forever?

Shall i just take the safe path and go to Tafe and work in retail on the side?

The end of my HSC brought so much optimism and joy, but now, its consists of much uncertainty.

Babbling on about art.

Today, i came to the realisation that i will no longer be getting a band six for my HSC art result. I realised, only about five hours after the exam, that i bullcrapped more than half the first section due to the fact that i couldnt recall any art agencies and how i was supposed to write about them, nor i did not understand the image given to me in another question.

Yay, no ArtExpress for me. Apparently i was a 'promising' student.

I then ran off to Calvin Klein and got my first luxury peice of non apparel. I shall not reveal what it is yet, for it shall be debuted at the formal.

I just hope i dont throw it into the spa whilst i'm in my little drunken mode during the after party or something.

I now feel like i have completed my journey toward academic failure. Hooray.