My gland is swollen.
Last night I noticed that my nose was a little dry and flaky. I really don’t like that- so I took my scrubby ex foliating thing and attacked my dry flaky nose with it. I guess I did it a bit too hard. Next thing I know I’m peeling off an entire layer of skin almost like a face mask- and granted, though I somewhat enjoyed the process, I awoke in the middle of the night to urinate only to find that my nose looks somewhere between a burn patient or a chemical peel.
If you get to see me this weekend, I’ll likely have a bandage on it and you can make fun of me.
In other news, I got to dress up like a bunny in my friend Celia Rowlson-Hall’s short film.
Here are the funny pictures.
And also some pictures of me from this week of hustlin:
Maybe I’ll even post pictures of my nose tomorrow.
Then Daniel won’t be the only one singing “Sasha the red nosed reindeer”
JM
Return of Jesus Magic
My name is Sasha. I used to journal on myspace (myspace.com/sashatheelf) but I stopped writing some time ago. The better entries are in the back, way back, two years back, in fact, from when I was living in Japan. I used to know how to write, at some point in my life, or at least I thought I could… but somehow moving to New York crushed that little voice in my head and I’ve rendered myself retarded, thoughtless, and more like those normal every day people I always meet. In attempt to save my brain from complete failure and ultimately DEATH I have begun to write again. Slowly and with great effort on my part, the words I used to hear are trickling back into this giant ball of mush.
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Check out my photoblog SashainTokyo
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I also went to Milan and Paris…as seen Here.
My commercial for Pretz…for those who haven’t seen it.
When I was 15 I came to New York for the first time. I wore tutu’s and sneakers with spongebob squarepants laces, a push up victoria’s secret bra, and little kid t-shirts I bought for 50 cents at Goodwill back in Nebraska. I dressed like this on all my castings and I fancied myself a real piece of work. Truthfully, I was, and maybe I still am, only my withered old age of 21 has brought many more shortcomings than I had anticipated. Everything I own with a rainbow on it has long since been given away to Beacon’s closet (reluctantly rejected, I might add), and I probably look pretty normal most of the time. I learned a lot from my sort-of-ex-boyfriend Daniel about how to hide my real self to fit in with the New York City crowd, how to get a job just about anywhere, and other important life survival type things. For the most part this knowledge has been a positive addition to my upstairs-inner-workings, but then again I can’t help but view myself as dull and sheepy sometimes, compared the carefree vibrant me i used to be.
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(aww… so young)
It’s probably just because I lost my virginity or something, who knows.
Anyway, these days, I’m working real hard, I’ve graduated to be one of those models who doesn’t have to do any other jobs in order to “make it by”. You won’t be seeing me in any magazines, or at least, not any good ones. I have a really awesome commercial agency called APM, and I spend my days wondering when the next catalog or showroom will come along. It’s great, except during show week when I see all those “real models” walking around and wonder what it would have been like should I have actually tried.
But why dwell on the past! Here I am, and the future is NOW!!!
JESUS MAGIC.
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