Sunday...


Woke up at 15:00 when I hear "ITS THE GERMAN MOTHERFUCKER" from the living room... Yup Adam had gone out and left the front door open and Denis had come wondering through my house. Think that neighbour who thinks "Make yourself at home" means "Please, come in, rearrange my house, eat my food, shit in my toilet."... Like seriously, your a nice guy, but when you come into my room while I am a sleep, yelling at the top of your lungs, then use my toilet (YOUR FUCKING ROOM IS 2 DOORS DOWN), then take MY spices to go make your own lunch... WTF? GTFO!...

I don't mind a lot of these people, actually a lot of them are awesome to hang out with. Just like ice cream, you can have enough of certain people. Its weird how the affect of being around someone too long is actually very similar to having brain freeze. You hear there voice and cringe, and your head kind of gets cocked to the side and you just want it to be gone as soon as possible.

So I realized from hanging out with Denis all day, and then living in the same room as him makes me want to learn the art of making people explode at will. New rule, "don't hang out everyday with your roommates for fear of violently killing them one day"

Apart from that all went well, I hung out a bit. Surfed the web, went to the agency. The agency was pretty fucking awesome. I will let what happened today pass as them being too stressed out to think properly. I went in today to make there job easier. I went in to help them out. All i wanted was my castings for Monday, as it is fashion week and it will get really busy for them to send all the text messages out in the morning. But... They were thinking a head, there response was "NO we are too busy, we will fax them out", BUT I was told this while they were looking at me schedule, and all they had to do was press print. So I think nothing of it, I casually walk home with a couple new guys. Later on I hear they aren't going to fax them out, instead they want EVERY model to show up and then they will print off the stuff then... I'll wait till tomorrow to make my judgement, but that seemed like a short sighted call, especially when all 300 of us show up and ask for our time tables at the same time, the last guy will be really late for all his castings.

Anyways, I'll deal with that shit when it happens. I'll just bring my Ipod and listen to music. It will work fine.

Now this place is full of models. Should be an awesome week.

Now to bed. Busy week ahead of me. Should be full of shits and giggles.






WTF= What The Fuck
GTFO = Get The Fuck Out