So I left the model apartment this morning at 8:30. My 'boyfriend' didn't bother to wake up to come with me to the airport, so we can say that I am a tad bit FURIOUS. I called him a trillion times without any answer. On the verge of tears, but I was much more mad than I was upset, so couldn't cry. I discussed it with my manager who drove me, and on a scale of 1 to 10, this is about a 7 or 8. And really the only way to to make up for this is to show up here. In tokyo.
I must've listened to LCD Soundsystems "New York, I Love You But You're Bringing Me Down" about a trillion times this week. It was an odd way of getting myself somewhat excited about leaving.
The week before my departure was kind of insane. All of my big options for money jobs came off, so I was BEYOND bummed out. I pushed back my trip by a week and a half just in case I booked them. But I didn't.
I did end up shooting a new aussie magazine called No., a little interview that has yet to happen and 8-10 amazingly cute photos with bunny ears, cat masks, and body stockings. Should be outs in a Jan.
Friday I had to get all of my ducks in a row. I did an interview for Atoosa Rubenstien's new website Alpha Kitty. I got to talk about myself for an hour and a half. Good times. I got my Japanese working visa. Yay! I love going to the counsalate, lots of a little asian babies to gawk at. I had to arrange bank nonsense. Say buh bye to the agency. Buy a new computer because while at the model apartment someone stepped on mine and broke the charger adapter off in my computer. Its really alright though, it was on its way to expiration anyway.
Saturday I was double booked. Which ended up being super stressful and obnoxious because did you know you can't be two places at the same time? I shot a 'feature' for Elle (U.S) about cool girls in ny with bad ass fashion sense or whatever. haha It was funnnn. I was grateful that I got to see at least a few people I love before I left. =/
Then I shot 8-10 pages for oyster that same day. I was kind of really grumpy by the time it was all said and done. But the shoot was fab and the crew was rather cooperative about the fact that I was technically 4.5 hours late because of the other job. :-D I felt really important having to be all of those places at the same time. haha But instead of being whisked away by a town car, I was driving around with smelly odd cab drivers that didn't really care I was late and took their sweet ass time.
I'm writing this on the plane. My sleepy pill has worn off. I'd take the other one but I dont think I'd be able to wake up once I got into Japan. It really is the WORST thing when you are walking around and airport literally half asleep because your tylenol pm still has 3 more hours of effectiveness left. I guess its not so bad when that airport is domestic, but I'm going to be in asia. And I cant really say it would be a good to be sleepwalking.
Im really curious as to what the hell is going to happen these next two months. I left new york feeling severely incomplete. I didn't see anyone outside of my roommates, 'boyfriend', and a few fine people at Beatrice on Friday night. I didn't even get to say good bye to spencer and izabelle at the apartment because they were asleep when I left. If I wasn't working it would've been different.
Moral of the story, be careful what you wish for. haha. I've wanted to travel and go to tokyo since I was like 14. Now its happening and all I can do is bitch.
(sorry alex for not seeing you before I departed, I miss you so much already. you and sarah, my #1s.)