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MICHELLE :D MC CP SP CanberraSecondary. 15 years of age.



DO I LOOK LIKE A JOKE MACHINE??
Don`t you dare say ''Yes.''






Wednesday, December 21, 2005 Y

Yesterday, I had a ran-in with one of those model agency scouts.
I was like, "Erh, HELLO!, I'm rushing here!!."
In the end, I gave up trying to tell her I wasn't interested.
I just gave her my name and number, and left.

Today, the model agency called me.
The below conversation is as followed.
"Hello?"
"Hello. (muttering)"
"I'm sorry?"
"May I speak to Michelle, please?"
"Yea?"
"Hi Michelle. This is (model agency name). Would you like to come down tomorrow for an interview?"
"Err, no."
"(shocked silence). Oh, how about the day after tomorrow?"
"Hmm. Actually I'm not interested."
"(even longer duration of shocked silence). Eh, just come on down for a try-out lars."
"(silence; plotting). Oh. Okay. Tomorrow, you said?"
"Yaa, tomorrow. What time can you make it?"
"Oh. Erh. Tomorrow. Okay. In the afternoon, then."
"In the afternoon.. Is 3o'clock ok with you?"
"Ya, sure."
"Ok. Do you know where do go?"
"I'm not sure."
"Do you have the namecard?"
"Yea ya."
"Just follow the address there."
"OK."
"Bring along a passport-sized photograph."
"(cringe secretly). OK."
"Okaay then. Bye."
"Bye."

-theEND.

My plot is that, I ain't going for the interview. I'm not trying out for some modelling. No way. I know myself. Firstly, I'm not photogenic. Secondly, I'm not tall. Thirdly, I don't exactly look BEAUTIFUL. Besides, I don't want a modelling job. I want media-RELATED; like sound engineer. OR even a lawyer. WAAYbetter than being a model. Don't qualify for one, don't want to be one. I hope they don't call me back again. I just realize I'm not as good at lying as I thought I was. o_O My mum's really worried. She thinks I will get caught up with the glam-and-fame thing. Phuuease. I KNOW WHAT I WANT. 9A1s. LOL x)

BYEdaarrliing.


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