Just In Time For Christmas!!!

I want a FAO Schwartz soldier. Good thing David is one and on the cover of Wall Street Journal with CEO Ed Schmultz!!!!!

SHE'S ALL THAT AND NOTHING TO ME

So, yesterday I was assigned to purchase and wrap a bottle of wine and then deliver it to our star Rachel Leigh Cook. Now I remember little Rachel changing my life and that of all other high schoolers with her influential role as Laney Boggs in "She's All That" where she taught all of us that our lack of popularity resides only in our glasses, kind of like Superman's desguise is solely his spectacles. I'm not sure what that meant for me since I didn't wear glasses and now that I have some people say I look cuter.

Whatever, back to my story. I was on a mission to make her proud with my pickings and decoratings. I ran all over Shreveport driving Chris's monster of a Durango in the rain to reign victorious all while dodging bums and unnecessarily place medians. I went to Party City, to Super Target, and finally to World Market where I found what I wanted. Unfortunately to attach the card I needed a whole punch. I snuck into Office Max to merely sample the workings of their whole punches. Then I headed to her apartment just to get lost in this city that I have never driven in. Fun right? I call my trusty Assistant Prod. Coordinator and friend, Chris, to direct me and finally end up at the star's apartment a mere two hours later.

Finally, I arrive with my only saving grace being that I am going meet my high school guiding light. I walk up to the door and knock. No one answers. I knock louder. Still no answer. I walk away dejected and call back to the office to tell them I'm coming back and where I'd left the bottle. Through the phone I hear them say the apt of where I was supposed to leave the bottle. It was a different number!!! I interrupt and confirm that the number written down for me was wrong. It is indeed wrong. I hurry back, hoping the bottle hasn't been picked up. I grab it and run to the right place and knock loudly knowing that the encounter has finally come. No answer. All in vain. I drove through the rain in a foreign vehicle looking for the perfect embellishments for THE Rachel Leigh Cook and I don't even get to meet her. Worthless, it's all worthless.

Just A Day In The Life

So today in my crazy life, I met JOE SIMPSON. Dear little Jessica Simpson's dad. We've officially made it a public affair.


Although he refused to shake my hand, I'll blame the preacher's uncouthness on my blue hair.

Also, note to Joe, instead of insisting that Ashlee get a nose job you might want to take care of the tire around your waist.

Do You Agree?

Cats: Revisited!

I forgot to do a posting letting everyone know that Camilla and I did make it into Cats. We're Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer, two acrobatic thief cats.

Prepare for the transformation from this...


to this.....




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This Is Only The Beginning

Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.

-Leonardo da Vinci

Only one week left of school for the year. I can't believe it!

Street Show Hysteria

I just thought I would let everyone know that I am performing my street show today. Let's hope I actually make some money. Should be fun and I'll be sure to post pics later. (Really, this is just a blatant plea for positive thoughts to come my way because I'm pretty nervous)

Goodbye and be sure to support your local street beggar/performer!

Bad Boy Blue

So as luck would have it, for my street show a blue mohawk is required. Here's a little foray into the ten hour, two day process.

I went to a hair styling academy and because I had such great hair (more because I wanted so much done) they used my head for two assessments.

The first assessment was to lighten and color my hair with some Redken product. The result was a strawberry blonde. I have to say that this is the most I've ever resembled my mother. Too bad the pictures don't really do it justice.




After, the lightening I went to get my hair bleached. It took two VERY LONG cycles to lighten it enough.


The first cycle brought me to a Draco Malfoy look-a-like.


The second....


after the hair blow-dry....


made me into a character from Dragon BallZ (or so all the stylists from the academy said).


Finally, a toner was added and I became a fake blonde that I think on anyone else would have looked natural. Here I am with Chinny, the girl who took me through the very long process. Because I was there ALL day, the didn't charge me a thing, which is always good.


Later that day, I went to a friend's house to dye it all blue. Here are some more pics of the extreme blondeness of it all before the dye job.








Now, time for the blue dye!



For all of you impressionable youth, close your eyes because I need to wash out that dye.


So here's the blue, pre mohawk. What do you think?



Finally, the end product!!

Cats: The Musical

So New Zealand has decided to catch up with 1983 and do their own rendition of the Andrew Lloyd Webber favorite Cats! They had an audition information last night and a few people from school decided to go. Turns out they would like to have a few acrobats and aerialists in the show and look who's going to audition! I haven't auditioned yet but just thought all of you should know. Though I wouldn't be a main cat, I have ambitions to be Mr. Mistoffelees with his conjuring turn of 25 pirouettes on one foot. I think I've got what it takes.

Here's the Rum Tum Tugger and Magical Mr. Mistofelees. I see the similarities don't you?



Meow!!!

NZ vs. TX

So, I think I've finally been here long enough to start talking about the differences between New Zealand and Texas in detail. While some differences are more important than others, I believe the issue of the Fanny Pack to be the funniest.

Turns out that in Kiwi slang a fanny is not a rump shaker like in the States. It is, in fact, what we would find on the front of a female! The imagery that comes to mind with that kind of "fanny" pack is too much.

The Kiwi translation of a fanny pack is a Bum Bag.

So pack your bum bags and let's go!!!

Feliz Cumpleanos!

On July 7th, We had a birthday extravaganza at my house for Camilla and my birthdays. Camilla turned 29 on July 4th and I became the ripe old age of 24 on the 5th. Here's how our Spanish themed party went down.

These are the decorations, complete with pinata!


Colette, my flatmate, and I are ready to party. I think I dressed the part, don't you?



Charlie, me, and the finishing touch, my cigar.


The Birthday Girl and Me


Colette and Rachel are bringing out the magnificient cakes they made in honor of our births!


This is the New Zealand Silver Fern Leaf Cake, compliments to Colette.


And Rachel's oh so fun Octopus Cake.


Let the Salsa dancing begin.




Time for the Caipirinhas!! To keep with the theme we decided on this traditional Brazilian drink. To make them first you have to cut up limes.


Then clean the bucket the drinks will be served from!


Pour in the raw sugar and Cachaca, Brazilian sugar cane rum.


Then mix it all up.


Taste to ensure happy guests.


And serve!


Louise, Mullet Man, and Lozz


Hey Ladies!


Time for some Pinata beating!


She swings, HOMERUN!!!


Notice Colette's moustache. She was dressed as her alter ego, Fernando. Too bad there aren't any pics of the transformation. Along with post Fernando appear Camilla, Shelley, Diana, and Kristina.


Happy Birthday (in Spanish of course)


and then blowing out the candles.


with a little mishap, also known as the Ecuadorian tradition of biting the cake. Thanks Colette!


Here's the aftermath.



The third personality shows up. Her name is Nicole!


Charlie and Nicole


Time for the heals to hit the road.



Well, it was a great night. I was told it was the best party of the year. I hope you enjoyed it as well.