Tuesday, May 17, 2005
Blessed is she.
It was about 4:00 in the afternoon when Achi Cathy texted me that Candy had started calling finalists for the go-see. (I joined the Candy Teen Model Contest, remember?) She asked if I had received a call already. I said no. I didn't really feel frustrated that I didn't get called, I just felt a little down. I knew it was the end anyway.
And so I went to the mall to have a facial. FYI, I had two HUGE zits in between my brows. On my way to my mom's clinic. It all happened.
I was in the mall and I barely heard what the person calling me had said. The words Candy and go-see sounded very clearly though.
That's right, I'm going to the go-see too. If I pass, I get to be one of the eight finalists. If I don't, well, better luck next time.
I have no idea what to wear yet! ARGH!
Oh, and my dad was so proud, to think he was the one telling me to stop modeling last year because I had to have good grades as a graduating student. He's even lending us his car and my mom's driver. My brother will be coming with me, by the way. We'll be shopping for some of his needs as a high school seminarian. I'm gonna miss that big stinkhole.
Okay, so I need your help, guys. Please help me not to look stupid in front of the Candy eds. Please help me on how they wouldn't find out I'm a total dork and a corny comedienne. LOL.
Or you can simply pray for me. That would do much better!
