Okay, all of the trouble with my set is figured out. My photographer has the 50 pics he asked for. The rules are different for photographers turning in a set, than they are for models turning in a set. Weird, but I'm completely okay with it now that I at least KNOW what's going on.
I will hear back in the near future, with either of these emails...
1. The dreaded... "You're not what we're looking for at the moment" message ... OR ...
2. as we're all hoping (and I'm trying desperately NOT to start expecting ) the "We are so pleased, we want to see more naked pictures of your fine sexy self"
I said I'm trying desperately to not EXPECT the second email. I am confident. I am THRILLED with the photos (so much so that it took me several hours to reduce my very favorite ones down to ONLY 50 out of the 187 shots taken)... But I know that at times, especially when I am very happy, I can become a little OVER confident. Narcicistic at times (although those moments are usually short and brought on by massive amounts of alcohol and flirty friends.
After looking very closely at my already photoshopped samples, I was a little alarmed and dissapointed to find that my HAIR COLOR was messed with. I mean, if I wanted poppy-flower red hair, I would have DYED it that color to begin with. The lighting in the gallery DID make my hair look more of a fuscia/pink than the real purple it was. But to go and punch up my haircolor was a little bizarre. I'm not really complaining. She did an exelent job otherwise, and I still look amazing. I loved my purple, but unfortunately, the camera didn't.
C'est La Vie.
I wonder what my hair would do NOW in the same lighting circumstances. My current color is somewhat like an Electric Turquoise. lol. I tried to get a bright blue, but no matter what toner I used beforehand, I couldn't get the yellow tones out, so it turned rather greeny. After a couple of weeks, I put more of the blue on top of the teal color, and all it did was darken it a smidgeon. I think if I had the same lighting effect now, I'd have Grass-green hair. Or maybe Neon LIME.
It'd be neat. Not what I ACTUALLY look like, but fun nonetheless.
It was strange looking through all of those pictures and not seeing my tattoos in them. I got 2 new tattoos since shooting, right on my chest. I have so many tattoos planned, it is going to be like seeing a different girl every time I do a set. Well, that and the fact that I LOVE to play with my haircolor. Maybe too much.
On that front, my hair was NOT as damaged as I thought it was. I know I freaked out before getting it cut, because it was snapping and breaking. I had very few split-ends, and the shafts themselves looked very healthy. It could have been a sudden hormonal flux, or it could have been a reaction to the meds I had just started. But it was a one-time thing, and after a proteine pack, my hair was ready to be abused properly, with a good bleaching, cut and dye-job. I am having SO much fun playing with it. Some days, I don't have the time, thanks to Crash.
I went to bed last night thinking it would be no time before I passed out. WRONG! I lay up tossing and turning all night, until after 6am. I tried allergy meds to stop my nose from running. I tried Tylenol to get rid of some of my Fibromyalgia issues (Tylenol is a placebo I swear to God). I tried a hot shower. I tried everything I could think of. Nothing worked. Today I woke up at 8am (thanks to the rugrats) sicker than a dog. My head was pounding like I'd drank WAY too much the night before. Nose still running, everything achy. I took my pills an hour early today, hoping maybe I'll get to bed an hour earlier tonight. Here's the scary thing.....
Addendum for the men, if you're squeamish about "Girly issues" don't read past here.
I feel like I'm knocked up!..... I KNOW I can't be pregnant... not that the possibility isn't there, it's just remote odds. Crash is fixed, as is my play-mate. (I was there for both surgeries) I've got an IUD anyways, because I've had severe menstrual issues since I started puberty. Namely, my periods have come no further than 13 days apart (first day to first day), and have lasted for up to 9 days at a time! Whatever. Anyways, the problem is this...
I'm swolen. I'm irritable (more than normal). I'm overly tired. I'm craving things. Nothing weird, i just NEED a real american cheeseburger at 10pm when even the McDonalds 20minutes away is closed. Or I NEED pizza or something random. It's not "oh, hey, that sounds good"... it's "I'm starving to DEATH and the ONLY thing I can eat is this"... Like I got when I was pregnant with my youngest.
My boobs are achy. I'm bloated and have been asked a couple of times by close friends if I might be pregnant, because I'm getting round. Not FAT, but ROUND. I've caught myself rubbing my tummy or resting my hand on the top of my stomache. I've been dizzy. My skin has turned into that of a plague-ridden teenager. I'm hungry less than an hour after a meal sometimes. It's seriously getting scary. Thing is, I have to wait until Monday at the EARLIEST before I can go to the hospital for a test. Then, I have to hope my doctor isn't going to be in one of his moods (He's a PA, not a real doctor. So I don't trust him anyways), and hope he'll just order the test without looking at my chart. Because if he looks at my chart, he'll see I've got an IUD.
And "It is Medically impossible for you to conceive once you've had an IUD in place for more than 6 weeks"...
Bullshit! It's also "medically impossible" to have a kids when you've had a vasectomy, and yet, I have at LEAST half a dozen friends who've proven THAT wrong. It's also not possible to have a kid if you've been using condoms or if you're on the pill or the patch or blah blah blah... I'm sorry, but all of THOSE I've proved wrong personally! Not ONE of my pregnancies was planned. The only 2 times I EVER had sex without a condom (and wasn't already knocked up), I got pregnant. One of those was actually Rape, and I had been on the pill. The other I was on the pill and the condom slipped mid-run. I'm so SICK of doctors telling me there's NO WAY that anything could be wrong with me, or that I don't know what I'm talking about. After just looking up my own damn symptoms over the last several years, and doing my own research, I should have a fucking PHD. I seem to know more than any of the doctors I've been to. (I'm not counting you Jamie, since, I've never actually been in your office, but I'm sure you'd be kick-ass... because YOU LISTEN)
With as sick as I am (fever of 101.1 currently, has been anywhere from 99.4 to 102 today) I can't bring myself to go to the Doctor today. I know they'd tell me to go to the ER, and the ER doctors would sit on their thumbs for hours, only to tell me to take Tylenol and drink more water, and "take it easy for a couple of days"... I mean how cliche can you get? I've gone in for Pneumonia and been seen in the ER SIX TIMES before they figured out I wasn't just whining over nothing. I may complain, but I NEVER blow my own illnesses out of proportion (unless I'm scared I might be pregnant again. I don't think I could handle that)......
It COULD be Gallbladder or a viral infection, maybe Staff... but there's no point in speculating. They'll never run the tests I ask them to. Military hospitals are shit. I've got better service in the FreeClinic back home.
Annnyways....
So, Sorry to bitch, moan and generally BLOG you to death. lol
I'm a bit upset over being sick to begin with, as I'm alone all day with 3 toddlers who I can NOT get sick! Cleaning up someone else's vomit and having 3 whining squirming fevery things all climbing on me is NOT something I could handle right now. ....
It is officially my Nap-time (thank the gods my kids are young enough that we can all still get afternoon naps!)
Later
I will hear back in the near future, with either of these emails...
1. The dreaded... "You're not what we're looking for at the moment" message ... OR ...
2. as we're all hoping (and I'm trying desperately NOT to start expecting ) the "We are so pleased, we want to see more naked pictures of your fine sexy self"
I said I'm trying desperately to not EXPECT the second email. I am confident. I am THRILLED with the photos (so much so that it took me several hours to reduce my very favorite ones down to ONLY 50 out of the 187 shots taken)... But I know that at times, especially when I am very happy, I can become a little OVER confident. Narcicistic at times (although those moments are usually short and brought on by massive amounts of alcohol and flirty friends.
After looking very closely at my already photoshopped samples, I was a little alarmed and dissapointed to find that my HAIR COLOR was messed with. I mean, if I wanted poppy-flower red hair, I would have DYED it that color to begin with. The lighting in the gallery DID make my hair look more of a fuscia/pink than the real purple it was. But to go and punch up my haircolor was a little bizarre. I'm not really complaining. She did an exelent job otherwise, and I still look amazing. I loved my purple, but unfortunately, the camera didn't.
C'est La Vie.
I wonder what my hair would do NOW in the same lighting circumstances. My current color is somewhat like an Electric Turquoise. lol. I tried to get a bright blue, but no matter what toner I used beforehand, I couldn't get the yellow tones out, so it turned rather greeny. After a couple of weeks, I put more of the blue on top of the teal color, and all it did was darken it a smidgeon. I think if I had the same lighting effect now, I'd have Grass-green hair. Or maybe Neon LIME.
It'd be neat. Not what I ACTUALLY look like, but fun nonetheless.
It was strange looking through all of those pictures and not seeing my tattoos in them. I got 2 new tattoos since shooting, right on my chest. I have so many tattoos planned, it is going to be like seeing a different girl every time I do a set. Well, that and the fact that I LOVE to play with my haircolor. Maybe too much.
On that front, my hair was NOT as damaged as I thought it was. I know I freaked out before getting it cut, because it was snapping and breaking. I had very few split-ends, and the shafts themselves looked very healthy. It could have been a sudden hormonal flux, or it could have been a reaction to the meds I had just started. But it was a one-time thing, and after a proteine pack, my hair was ready to be abused properly, with a good bleaching, cut and dye-job. I am having SO much fun playing with it. Some days, I don't have the time, thanks to Crash.
I went to bed last night thinking it would be no time before I passed out. WRONG! I lay up tossing and turning all night, until after 6am. I tried allergy meds to stop my nose from running. I tried Tylenol to get rid of some of my Fibromyalgia issues (Tylenol is a placebo I swear to God). I tried a hot shower. I tried everything I could think of. Nothing worked. Today I woke up at 8am (thanks to the rugrats) sicker than a dog. My head was pounding like I'd drank WAY too much the night before. Nose still running, everything achy. I took my pills an hour early today, hoping maybe I'll get to bed an hour earlier tonight. Here's the scary thing.....
Addendum for the men, if you're squeamish about "Girly issues" don't read past here.
I feel like I'm knocked up!..... I KNOW I can't be pregnant... not that the possibility isn't there, it's just remote odds. Crash is fixed, as is my play-mate. (I was there for both surgeries) I've got an IUD anyways, because I've had severe menstrual issues since I started puberty. Namely, my periods have come no further than 13 days apart (first day to first day), and have lasted for up to 9 days at a time! Whatever. Anyways, the problem is this...
I'm swolen. I'm irritable (more than normal). I'm overly tired. I'm craving things. Nothing weird, i just NEED a real american cheeseburger at 10pm when even the McDonalds 20minutes away is closed. Or I NEED pizza or something random. It's not "oh, hey, that sounds good"... it's "I'm starving to DEATH and the ONLY thing I can eat is this"... Like I got when I was pregnant with my youngest.
My boobs are achy. I'm bloated and have been asked a couple of times by close friends if I might be pregnant, because I'm getting round. Not FAT, but ROUND. I've caught myself rubbing my tummy or resting my hand on the top of my stomache. I've been dizzy. My skin has turned into that of a plague-ridden teenager. I'm hungry less than an hour after a meal sometimes. It's seriously getting scary. Thing is, I have to wait until Monday at the EARLIEST before I can go to the hospital for a test. Then, I have to hope my doctor isn't going to be in one of his moods (He's a PA, not a real doctor. So I don't trust him anyways), and hope he'll just order the test without looking at my chart. Because if he looks at my chart, he'll see I've got an IUD.
And "It is Medically impossible for you to conceive once you've had an IUD in place for more than 6 weeks"...
Bullshit! It's also "medically impossible" to have a kids when you've had a vasectomy, and yet, I have at LEAST half a dozen friends who've proven THAT wrong. It's also not possible to have a kid if you've been using condoms or if you're on the pill or the patch or blah blah blah... I'm sorry, but all of THOSE I've proved wrong personally! Not ONE of my pregnancies was planned. The only 2 times I EVER had sex without a condom (and wasn't already knocked up), I got pregnant. One of those was actually Rape, and I had been on the pill. The other I was on the pill and the condom slipped mid-run. I'm so SICK of doctors telling me there's NO WAY that anything could be wrong with me, or that I don't know what I'm talking about. After just looking up my own damn symptoms over the last several years, and doing my own research, I should have a fucking PHD. I seem to know more than any of the doctors I've been to. (I'm not counting you Jamie, since, I've never actually been in your office, but I'm sure you'd be kick-ass... because YOU LISTEN)
With as sick as I am (fever of 101.1 currently, has been anywhere from 99.4 to 102 today) I can't bring myself to go to the Doctor today. I know they'd tell me to go to the ER, and the ER doctors would sit on their thumbs for hours, only to tell me to take Tylenol and drink more water, and "take it easy for a couple of days"... I mean how cliche can you get? I've gone in for Pneumonia and been seen in the ER SIX TIMES before they figured out I wasn't just whining over nothing. I may complain, but I NEVER blow my own illnesses out of proportion (unless I'm scared I might be pregnant again. I don't think I could handle that)......
It COULD be Gallbladder or a viral infection, maybe Staff... but there's no point in speculating. They'll never run the tests I ask them to. Military hospitals are shit. I've got better service in the FreeClinic back home.
Annnyways....
So, Sorry to bitch, moan and generally BLOG you to death. lol
I'm a bit upset over being sick to begin with, as I'm alone all day with 3 toddlers who I can NOT get sick! Cleaning up someone else's vomit and having 3 whining squirming fevery things all climbing on me is NOT something I could handle right now. ....
It is officially my Nap-time (thank the gods my kids are young enough that we can all still get afternoon naps!)
Later
big big love,
-kisston-