I Call It Progress

Warning Some Foul Language Ensues

I HATE SPIDERS.
They are my mortal enemy and like many people I have no good reason to hate them.
It's more of a phobia really, which in that case would lead me to the wise words of my Psychology 3 Professor "there is always a reason for our phobias, no matter how weird or random they seem" I would have to disagree with her. This is also coming from a professional who was shocked and almost laughed at my fear of being touched by feet, my fear of rock slides(which does have a logical reasoning behind it) and my fear of amputations/amputees. Anyways, like I said.. I have no real reason to hate these creatures... besides the fact that they really are creepy and crawly and just "AGH!".
SO, This is what I call progress. I live on my own. Meaning no more waking Dad or Mom in the middle of the night to kill the spider (although Mom is really no help), it means I have to woman up and do it on my own. Which is hard, Because all I want to do is scream, run out of the room close to tears yelling "KILL IT! KILL IT! KILL IT!" . So, this leads me to my predicament; around midnight, a small but not TOO small of a spider was spotted at the edge of my ceiling. Too high for me to kill. I continued reading my book... but kept my eye on it, waiting for it to make it way down the wall and be in perfect range for my shoe. I am aware that smacking it with my shoe, in an apartment complex, where I share walls is utterly rude; but frankly I don't give a shit. This is a life of death matter! Under no circumstances will I have squish a spider we toilet paper.. I like it to be quick easy and painless. I know the bitch his dead, I don't need to feel it eighty creepy crawling legs squirming through the tissue. Unfortunately, this spider is on to me, he knows I have my eyes set on him and he knows the price he will pay is he decides to descend down the walls. It's is now 5:30 am... almost 6 hours after the initial sighting and he has managed to make his way round the room, but never faltering from being on the ceiling. He is now, at a stand still. Which is driving me insane. I am tired my eyes, can barely stay open, my vision is blurry, but there is no way I will be able to sleep till I know this fucker is dead.
This Is Progress. I have not screamed, I have not ran out of my apartment. I am handling this like a mature adult.

Funny thing is this blog was originally going to be about my kitten Martini and was going to written later in the day after I had gotten sleep and had been productive and I will get to writing that blog..I just needed to write something now to keep me awake.

Countdown Until My 21st Birthday: 59 Days

That's What They Call Life.

I find that I feel that there is SO much going on in my life, but when I really sit back and think about my days... there really is nothing going on...

Bailey has moved down here with me... which is nice = ) Bailey now lives with me, because my mom moved to Hollister. That was bittersweet since she move out of our home of 18 years. 18 years of my life were in that home.... so, it was hard. Although, I do like the new house she has moved into. Anyways... Bailey has been Bailey. She is a mini star down here. Really every where we go SHE makes friends and really has helped me get to know people. At the moment I live in a studio. So that would be Bailey, my three cats (Aurora,Pandora and Martini) and I all living under the same roof. To be honest it's not bad but Bailey needs more space. So, after Bailey moved in everything was going pretty well. Until.. the neighbor below complained that Bailey was too loud at night... this is a complete lie.. given Bailey sleeps with me ALL night.. that dog is spoiled.. she refuses to sleep in her dog bed.. which has now basically become the cats bed... Anyways.. My manager decided that Bailey had to go. This had come literally at the worst most Ironic time too. The day before I had quit my job... and also took time to unpack those extra boxes I had lying around my Living room/office/bedroom... and after I had permanently made the studio my address. This lead to a weak of uncertainty with the fact that I had no cash.. I was behind on bills and now basically had to find a new place in Toluca Lake, that accepted animals and was bigger. Although, I was uncertain inside... I kept telling myself that I had to have faith that it would all work out and a week later it basically did. I ended finding a beautiful 2 bedroom 1 bath a street away from where I am now. That accepts my pets and isn't CRAZY expensive (although I am getting help from my loving mother) and another new job. Also, My manager decided to tell me today that Bailey can stay and I am good (as long a the lady below doesn't complain again). I'm hopefully getting this 2 bedroom but if not. Everything really worked itself out.. at least for now. Who knows what tomorrow will bring me.

In other news. I am excited for this new job. I work in the entertainment industry and I only work on weekends = ) So, lets hope.. none of my random issues happen to screw this one up. I went on a photo shoot for head shots yesterday in downtown LA and really the experience was "eh" we were losing light, it was windy and well since my photographer didn't have a permit we had to cut the shoot short. I was suppose to get my photos on a CD but they asked if I could come back next Monday in the morning for better shots. However...I don't think I will. The photographer was rude(not in person but through messages) Before the shoot he scolded me on the photos of my profile being as they are not professional and that I shouldn't have a couples picture up. First off I am NOT a professional model. I do not claim to be one and I am just starting out so you get what you get...Than after the shoot he messaged me to scold me for bringing an escort to my shoot who is also my Fiancé. Telling me again that it was unprofessional of me and that none of the other models did it. So here is my response to him (since I cannot say it on the site, cause that would be really unprofessional) I ALWAYS bring an escort says so on my profile. The escort will always be male and for now it will always be my Fiancé because A: he can protect me and B: he's the only guy I know it Los Angeles. As far as, the other amateur models not bring an escort. They are DUMB and that is how you hear the story of the aspiring model who went to a photo shoot by herself and got killed. And if we want to talk about being Professional... a professional probably wouldn't shoot me in his sweats. A Professional would call his model when the location has changed.. so she doesn't have to get lost in Downtown LA for 45 min. to find the location and a professional would have gotten the god damn permits in the first PLACE. = )

Countdown Until My 21st Birthday: 67 days

I AM SO EXCITED! I have No idea what I am going to do! I want it to be wild and crazy and big, yet chic, sophisticated and small lol... Mostly everyone I know won't be 21 yet.. So, I have can't decide what I want to do. I really want to go to dinner somewhere nice than party the rest of the night away at the Chateau Marmont.... but who knows.... plus that's A LOT of money... but it would be so memorable I think (hopefully in a good way) As for gifts... I can't think of anything I REALLY want.. besides my Mercedes ML350.. There are things I would like to have but nothing I really WANT. Although, I will be happy with whatever I get. Even if it's just my friends showing up... but gifts are nice = P

And that is my life as of now one big clusterfuck of whatever. = )