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The karaoke gods demand tribute! I'm thinking about tomorrow night (Thursday) at the Red Lion, and/or Saturday at Peabody's. Any takers?
I don't know what is wrong with my stomach, but it seems like, for the past couple of days, everything I eat makes me feel like crap. I skipped the gym yesterday, too, and although that was partly because I had to meet with a photographer, I felt awful and probably wouldn't have gone anyway. Blargh.
Oh yeah, and for some reason, my LEFT ankle hurts now. I have no idea what I could've done to it, but that is *really* annoying, considering the fact that my right ankle just finally became workable again after that injury. Rrrrgh. I'm going to train tonight, and hopefully it won't bother me too much. I'm hoping I just slept on it funny or something.
Post-fashion-show developments: I now have two designers who want me to model their stuff, for print/web and possibly some runway. (!) One out of Portland, and one out of Roseburg. And the one out of Roseburg does, among other things, *chainmail*! They did some pieces for the show, and I was sitting there thinking, "damn, I want to model some chainmail!" But hey, now I might actually get to do that, heh! :) I think I'd be getting paid in clothes, too, so I could end up with a fun chainmail outfit of my very own. Muahaha!
Photo retouching from the shoot a couple weeks ago has been taking forever, but thankfully, I'm almost done, and I'm left feeling like something of a Photoshop god. ::rotfl:: For example: Before and After. And that's not to mention the ones in color... all I can say is, take care of your skin, and stay out of the tanning bed. ;p
I did get a chance to quickly look through the photos I took on Sunday, though, and I'm *really* pleased with a lot of them. Yee! I guess it just goes to show that a good model can make a huge difference.
Anyhoo, I have a shoot tomorrow afternoon/evening--get to pose in my wushu outfit near some waterfalls and such!--so I plan on taking it easy tonight. Well, except for the working and photo editing, and... bleh. It never stops, does it?
I don't know what is wrong with my stomach, but it seems like, for the past couple of days, everything I eat makes me feel like crap. I skipped the gym yesterday, too, and although that was partly because I had to meet with a photographer, I felt awful and probably wouldn't have gone anyway. Blargh.
Oh yeah, and for some reason, my LEFT ankle hurts now. I have no idea what I could've done to it, but that is *really* annoying, considering the fact that my right ankle just finally became workable again after that injury. Rrrrgh. I'm going to train tonight, and hopefully it won't bother me too much. I'm hoping I just slept on it funny or something.
Post-fashion-show developments: I now have two designers who want me to model their stuff, for print/web and possibly some runway. (!) One out of Portland, and one out of Roseburg. And the one out of Roseburg does, among other things, *chainmail*! They did some pieces for the show, and I was sitting there thinking, "damn, I want to model some chainmail!" But hey, now I might actually get to do that, heh! :) I think I'd be getting paid in clothes, too, so I could end up with a fun chainmail outfit of my very own. Muahaha!
Photo retouching from the shoot a couple weeks ago has been taking forever, but thankfully, I'm almost done, and I'm left feeling like something of a Photoshop god. ::rotfl:: For example: Before and After. And that's not to mention the ones in color... all I can say is, take care of your skin, and stay out of the tanning bed. ;p
I did get a chance to quickly look through the photos I took on Sunday, though, and I'm *really* pleased with a lot of them. Yee! I guess it just goes to show that a good model can make a huge difference.
Anyhoo, I have a shoot tomorrow afternoon/evening--get to pose in my wushu outfit near some waterfalls and such!--so I plan on taking it easy tonight. Well, except for the working and photo editing, and... bleh. It never stops, does it?
