crackberries and stupid sisters

So much to catch up on!

1. I have a Blackberry now! Although I probably should call it my Crackberry. Seriously. After much drama and arguing with my family as to whether we wanted to renew our contract, we did and I ended up with a fancy new phone. I am so addicted. I swear, I'm checking it every five seconds. It's totally my new thing, and I'm very proud to be a part of the Blackberry club.

2. My 17-year-old sister is driving me insane. I remember what it was like to be 17. I wasn't very well behaved. Ask The Boyfriend - he was even worse than I was! But it kills me to hear her tell stories about being drunk or to tell me what she's done with her little boyfriend lately. Seriously, I don't want to know. I don't want to know not only because it bug me, but I also don't want to be responsible when she does something really stupid like drives drunk.

I thought things were finally out of my hands when she came home the other night with beer on her breath. We always have to say goodnight to mom when we come home late for this exact purpose. She tried to cover for herself though, and said it was just the smell of it - she wasn't drinking, it was other people. This didn't fly for long, however, as she got in an argument with my mom about it the very next night. She refused to talk to my mom and demanded to talk with my father.

My father is an understanding man. He doesn't tend to overreact and he remembers what it was like to be young and dumb. However, I don't think he realized that what he told her wasn't interpreted quite the right way. See, he told her he knew there wasn't much he could do to stop her. She should be safe, however, and let him know where she's staying.

That'd be fine if he was telling a 20 year old that. Someone in college, more mature, responsible. But we're talking about my stupid, stuck up, immature 17-year-old sister. She interprets this as, "My dad says I can drink." No good, Dad. Know your audience! I haven't found the right moment to tell him this, but I plan to call him out on it. Sure, he's right to say she shouldn't drink and drive, but this wasn't his best parenting moment in my opinion.

3. Remember that big Campaigns project I was telling you all about? We got the books printed! They look like fancy magazines, filled with work produced with my blood, sweat and tears - and damn, it feels good! We didn't win the competition, but that doesn't really matter to me. I'm happy that now I have something awesome and tangible to show potential employers.

Speaking of potential employers, the internship hunt isn't going so well. Please cross your fingers that I can find something for the spring or I am kinda screwed. So yeah. Cross them fingers, people!

(crackberry found here)

new adventures

I've been on the computer for hours and hours the last few days, looking for jobs and applying for the few that seem like they could be decent options for me. The outlook, however, isn't looking so good. Oh well, I suppose. My boyfriend told me to stop stressing about it and take the day off from my job hunt and just enjoy my free time. I agreed, but I can't stop worrying about my finances.

Anyway, I started to think that maybe this bad luck I've been having with jobs is a sign that I need to sit down and think about what I really want from my life. What am I passionate about? I came to the conclusion that I would absolutely love to get involved with fashion photography. Wardrobe styling, assisting the photographer, whatever. I think I'd love working in that environment, regardless of what I'd be doing.

Have I been watching too much of "The Hills" recently? Maybe. I would be lying if I didn't say I spent a good portion of an afternoon watching the first season all over again. But seriously. I would kill to be Lauren or Whitney, helping with model castings and assisting on photo shoots. I wanna be doing that.

Oh, and please don't tell me mother. She'd kill me if she knew I wanted to pursue such a, uh, how should I say this, unrealistic career path. Don't get me wrong; I understand that starting off in this industry means getting paid a whole lotta nothing, so I plan to have another job to pay the bills. I haven't totally lost my mind. And who knows, maybe finding opportunities to get into this career are few and far between; maybe I won't be able to get my foot in the door at all. Oh well, I guess I'll at least be able to say I tried.

This weekend I plan to go over to my parent's house and use my little sister as a model. She's tall, skinny, and has really great hair so I think she'll make a good model. Then I will pick out her clothes, do her makeup, style her hair, and take some pictures of her. I think it will be a fun experience for the both of us, and then I will have something of a small portfolio to get me started.

So I guess we'll just have to wait and see if this dreamer's dreams come true...

(photo from here)