i was on the PLANE with the WAYNE

. . . .

deets laytah

the link is: http://www.net-a-porter.com/am/product/49776?cm_mmc=LinkshareUS-_-ProductFeed-_-J+Brand-_-Jeans&siteID=Hy3bqNL2jtQ-YtvS14P_o.K8T2qQBGV8zA
 
i can't seem to get the clipper on the computer im using and the thing i want cliped is just the jeans without the model. i will fave your sets and (possibly) make you a set. thanks!

deets laytah

blahhh im so bored.

Ahhh, i miss polyvore soooo much! soo much has been happening too. I have a new crush. but im not telling you who it is. Tee-hee.

New Layout Experimentation. I'm Sooooo Bored.

Umm, for the first time ever, i made ze lovelay Poly-bot cry. :D
 
[ROLEPLAY]
 
A day after the Carmelita fandango, I was suspended for an entire month. I tried telling my mom about how Carmelita was a total b i t c h, but she wasn’t having it. See, the only people who are actually reasonable around here are Jess, Ed, David, and my sister, of course. That’s why I really don’t tell my mom about stuff like that. She can’t see things from my perspective very well. But being suspended for an entire month gave me a TON of advantages. Like I can go to the set of Gossip Girl with Jess and hang out with my new cast members. And helping the costume designer, Eric Daman, run errands. Also, doing fun stuff like going to fashion shows with Blake and Leighton. Things between me and David are kinda so-so. He’s busy with sports and schoolwork while I’m free as a bird for a month. But being suspended for “injuring” Carmelita Evangelista sure does suck. I have to apologize to her by writing her a letter, bringing her schoolwork to her house, and doing whatever school-related things she want me to. Arrg.
“So, how much trouble you’re in for injuring me?” she asks me one day, grinning.
“A month’s suspension,” I grumble.
“How about I make it two months, then if I can’t hear a thing you just said?” she says devilishly. I would like that, but my mother would immediately force me back home, and I wouldn’t want that. So I surrender. I hate that.
“I said,” I say louder, “I got a month’s suspension. And I’ve got to go. Bye.” I get up and leave her room. I rush back to the apartment and I grab my bag. Eric texted me asking me if I could go pick up some clothes from a store in SoHo. I rush out the house and flag a cab to the store, Blah. I dash into the store and ask for the clothes. Several minutes later, I rush back out with the clothes, this time taking the subway, due to the fact I didn’t have any twenties left. How lovely. When I get on the subway, someone stares deeply into my face. That face looked somewhat similar . . .
“Isn’t your name Anika?” the dude asks me. He looks about my size, and he is really gorgeous. He has caramel skin and no hair. But I keep that thought in the back of my head.
“And if it is, what?” I raise an eyebrow.
“You went to school with me.” Hmmm . . . Still not sure where he could’ve been from . .
“You hung out with Amanda and Kadijah at school. I went out with M’Kyah. Sebastien.”
“That name sounds familiar. But I really don’t know who you are. Truly. I’ve never seen you around.” I say, truthfully.
“Well, I think you will because I go to the same school as you now.” STALKER.
“How—”
“I just know.” He smiles. “So can I get your number then?” Is this dude trying to go where I think he is? Before I can think more reasonably, I am giving him my number and I’m getting off the subway with him. But we part when I say I have to go to the GG set. We say bye and I walk to the set. It’s filming and I don’t feel like taking a detour so I act as if I’m a normal person, walking by, and I make my way to the trailer where Eric is waiting for me.
“About time you came, I thought you were kidnapped or something,” he says, concerned. I grin and give him the stuff. “You really can have a job for a fashion magazine running errands, you’re speedy.”
“Really? And then I would have to work for someone who is two-times as horrible as Cruella De Vil? I might think about it.” I replie.

[ROLEPLAY]
 
“Next time you walk, keep your back straight!” Gretchen Samuels, my so-called, runway trainer shouts at me. I roll my eyes and straighten my back as the other New Faces snicker. I walk again, this time my back straightened. Are you happy now, Gretchen? I hope you are because I don’t want to hear your mouth again.
“Much better, darling, much better.” She says, clapping. I try not to smile or else she gets mad, so I bite down on my lip. I hear grunts from the girls and my confidence is higher.
“Okay girls! It’s time for all of you to practice your group walk, so come on here,” Gretchen calls. I walk back to the room behind the training runway; a runway consisted of several gymnastic mats. Gretchen turns on our ‘practice’ music. It’s “Supermodel” by RuPaul.
“FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT!”
The first girl in line is Gayle. She struts out there, stiff as ever, and Gretchen doesn’t say anything. Can’t blame her. When Gretchen yells at you, it’s quite loud. Louder than your 6th grade math teacher yelling at you, for sure. Next, Blair struts out there like the world revolves around her.
“Do what I told you to do, Blair!” Gretchen shouts. Jeesh, I don’t understand why we New Faces have a yeller for a runway coach.
Couldn’t we have Ms. J or something? At least he wouldn’t yell at us. It’s my turn and I put my hands in my pocket. I strut down there like I’m walking on the street and almost tumble. But I catch myself. Gretchen nods her head in approval. The next girl is Sarah, my best friend.
She walks out there almost like a cat on the runway, which is a good thing, because, after all, isn’t that what we’re supposed to do as models? Walk like cats on the CATwalk? She comes back smiling. Next up is Peyton, a girl I will never know about. She walks out there like a regular model and comes back. Lindsey, my 2nd bestie, walks out there like Gretchen told her how. Can’t blame her.
Who wants a woman waking you up at five in the morning to practice your walk? Amber, another girl who I hardly know about, walks out there like she is /almost/ gliding. It’s kinda weird. Amelia, a tomboy who is incredibly a bundle of fun, walks out there, like she’s really having fun. I grin. She comes back and Gretchen stops the music and calls us back out.
“Well, ladies, I have to say that with my harsh comments, you’re actually going somewhere. Good job. And practice is next month, so keep practicing at home. And if you aren’t, prepare for me to wake you up at five in the morning to practice, which I hope I won’t have to because, I need my rest. You can go now. Bye.” All the girls rush to get their things. I get my things and leave immediately. I walk outside to the chill fall air. I walk to the nearest subway station. Before I get there, I hear, “BETHANY! Wait UP!”
If this is Luke, God knows what will happen. Actually, it isn’t. The person puts a hand on my shoulder and I turn around. It is the ghost of my past. No actually, make that an omen of my past. Who knows what’s going to happen next?