How rude!

I admit I wrote the name down for the email from the agency but it didn't send. So embarrassingly I had to ring again and this time get the correct spelling. I was midway through asking a question and the man just hung up on me! How rude!

Bollocks

I decided to ring a modelling agency so I could go direct to send my photos in. I panicked while it was ringing and I kept on thinking 'Bollocks, what the hell have I just got myself into?'
A man answered and I said hello three times because I was having a moment of sheer panic, I then asked if there was an age limit to modelling(WHY??? WHY GOD WHY!!!). He said no and asked how I old I was and my height. He did say I was bit on the shorter side but he gave me an email to send my photos to. I then said bye at least four times and hung up.
It was probably one of the worst phone calls in my life, except maybe the time I had a phone interview or the time I called up my Grandpa instead of my friend by accident.
Now I just have to pick out some half decent photos. Shit.

Genetics Suck

I hate my genetics. I'm just, JUST under 5"8 so the vast majority of modelling agencies rejected my application within a minute of sending it off. Silly automated emails. I wasn't in a very good mood for the rest of the evening. If there was something I could take to make myself grow just those few centimeters taller, I would.

Wistful Thinking

Me

A Vegetarian Lesbian

My mum came home from work and proudly announced that her boss was not only a vegetarian but also a lesbian. Now this does not happen very often. It made my day, honestly. I don't know why I found it so incredibly amusing. At least she isn't a horrible boss.

Coming soon: Interview with Emma Boyd

If half of you out there have no idea who I am talking about, I suggest you get googling now or forever hold your peace. I don't really know if you would call it an interview, more a set of questions you have to answer. I don't know, I like to call it an interview.

A MAJOR PLUS is that she actually agreed to do it, I mean I wouldn't willingly answer questions about myself but then again I am a very exceptionally private person. I have my facebook and instagram on every privacy settings there is. Shocking, I know. I'm just so happy. My blog is actually heading somewhere, there is now a faint possibility that my blog will become interesting!! *does crazy manic dance around the kitchen*

Coming soon...



Emma Boyd (photo credit, google)

I'm sorry, what?

I don't know when I became obsessive about photography, I think it was when I got my first digital camera in Australia. It was barbie pink, it was hideous but it took photos so I loved it. My mum used to give me a disposable camera when I was little to take pictures of everything. Sadly due to my lack of height and hand eye coordination (which I still lack greatly) I took photos of the ground and pigeons. I still take photo's of pigeons. Oh dear. That does not help my street cred, sigh. 

Anyway I am getting to something very important here. Before I left England a couple months ago I was prowling around a charity shop and stumbled across a disposable camera. I usually use my Holga 135, Minolta D700 and my Panasonic Lumix TZ-D19 but I couldn't resist, it was basically a roll of film for 50p. I had to buy it! It had only one exposure used so I snapped away with my new found toy. I got it developed and here is what was on it before I got it. Sorry about the bad quality, obviously this person lacked knowledge of using a flash indoors.

Lovely shot of the woman in the shop

One of the people who say they are my friend

Flash and Harry