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[11 Aug 2012|04:52pm] |
So my manager (still feels weird, saying that) says that a photo shoot I did is going to be an ad in GQ Magazine. So...keep an eye out for next month's issue. I'm basically just wearing a jock-strap in it, but its all shadowy and dark so you can't really tell. Just some inside info from the model standpoint.
Update from Mike & Clint (and Artie & Manuel)'s room: Most of my stuff is put away in boxes. Since they took our roommie votes I can only assume that the new dorms will be ready soon. I just wanted to be ready, and it frees up some space for Manuel and Artie. Also, Clint is not in here while I'm writing this, this time. Think he's out at work.
Going to go out hang out with a model friend. Finally, someone else to talk about eating crappy crappy protein supplements with.
Hooked on a web-series. Anyone watch those? I didn't think I would like such short little episodes of things but decided I like them now. When they're good. Its called the Lizzie Bennet Diares. It's good.
This would be where I talk about the mutant blood testing thing, because everyone else is, but no matter what I say and no matter who I agree with, I will only upset people. So I'm going to do what I do best and not say anything at all.
Dying to play video games for some reason. Something with lasers and space aliens. I feel like killing aliens. Pew-Pew.
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