I've figured out what it means to be a teacher.
Being a teacher means being considerate of the feelings of others, even when yours have been trampled over. Being a teacher means caring about people who will move on and may or may not care about you. Being a teacher means feeling bad when you don't care about people - or feeling bad when you realize that you just yelled back at some kid who'd just been yelled at for being late to school because her father dropped her off late...and then got a DUI leaving the school parking lot. People like holding on to righteous anger. We like feeling like we are in the right for getting upset. And most of the time, being a teacher means either being filled with impotent righteous fury or realizing that your wrath is misplaced.
I figured all this out yesterday after having one of the worst days in the world.
Shaking with anger because some kid always had "something to say..." (as my grandmother would put it) I kicked him out of class and told him to get his act together. He eventually apologized, but not before hearing my voice crack as I expressed my...uh...great dissatisfaction with his performance. Of course, this was right after kicking out another student who was "helping me" by telling him to "shut the hell up". To quote the immortal Governor Palin, I had to say "Thanks, but no thanks..." to her help. By the end of class, it was all I could do to keep from bursting in to angry tears.
Realizing that my next class would be coming in, and that they had nothing to do with the fiasco the class period before, I slid my mask into place. And actually, it was a little scary...how easy it was to do that, I mean. Keeping my anger contained, to avoid hurting the feelings of some doe eyed child who happened to drop her pencil on the floor, I welcomed them into class, allowed them to drop off their things before heading to the cafeteria...and then I retreated to the teacher's lounge. I bought a soda, heated up my frozen lunch - numbly - and glanced up at myself in the mirror. My sweater was twisted to one side. My jeans were really as wrinkly as one of my students had commented ("Miss P," she'd said, "Imma need to know why yo' jeans is so wrinkly!" She was teasing me good naturedly, and I wasn't really in the mood for it. Again, wasn't her fault, but... "Why is your face so wrinkly?" I replied, without thinking. I can already hear the parent phone call....) The mask slid off. Big salt tears rolled down my cheeks. And looking at myself, looking so vulnerable, looking so weak for letting those kids get to me...I cried.
Being a teacher means wearing a mask...much like being a model or dating a man...
Maybe I am cut out for this job.
And now, to ponder the more important things in life....like, "just because a man looks like a rapist, does that mean he's not eligible for dating?" I mean, I wouldn't want to judge a DVD by it's Amray.
Chilly Nights
Maybe it's just be, but it seems to be getting chilly early this year. This is a problem, because I am cold natured, a little bit anemic, and I have no one to snuggle up next to. There was never a weekend in high school where I couldn't find some basketball player, football player, or soldier to be who didn't mind sharing a little warmth with me. Grown up life sucks! I have to go find men, they don't just wander up to me. In high school all I had to do was just show up and BAM! there they were.
And ya know what, I thought about using a euphemism, but I gotta say it. I need sex. Yes, it's only been a couple of months. I understand that I am too young to consider going without a "bad thing", but I'm an independent woman dammit! I want sex!
On a not unrelated note, I think I'm ovulating. You know what's weird? I actually prefer being on my period to ovulating. When I'm on my period I know what's going on. I can put a name on it, have some chocolate and go about my business. The weird little cramps that go with ovulating aren't nearly as tough, but Jesus, it feels like some kind of baking soda and vinegar volcano in my stomach. Well, just below my stomach. And the things that...nevermind, you know what, I just found out there is a limit to what I will write on my blog! Hmmm...fascinating.
I gotta find a date and quick, it doesn't have to be sex, but he does have to be warm. I'm not ab out to unpack all my winter clothes just for it to be eighty degrees tomorrow. Nuh-uh, not this year.
Kisses,
Paula
My Body and Me
I decided to take a note from Zuri and try a prompt. UNFORTUNATELY, I don’t just have a book of prompts lying around like SOME PEOPLE, so I had to poke around the internet and find one that made me think “Hey, there’s something I can write about.” Well, faithful readers, here it is:
Why do you love your body?
Now this one is tailor made for me..like most of my CLOTHES! Am I right, people? Sorry, like, it hit me and I just had to say it. The reality is this, I love my ass. I really do, let me tell ya why:
It’s like…this perfect upside down heart shape. I’ve somehow managed to do just the right amount of working out to where my ass is firm but hasn’t started shrinking. I know it sounds conceited, but I think it’s good to know what’s hot about you and love it. When people don’t know their assets (LMAO) they wear stuff that doesn’t fit right and make hot bodies look like hot messes. I don’t wanna go on and on about my ass, but I will anyway cause it’s fun. I set up the mirrors in my room all funny just so I can see my ass more clearly when I’m getting dressed.
The real secret to making your the most of a great ass is the right jeans. Really, no joke, with all the amazing designer labels out there making great shoes and skirts the real key is jeans. You have to find something that’s 1) Cut for an ass, some pants are just made with legs and your ass gets lost in the folds. When a great ass just makes you look fat, it’s not you, it’s the pants. 2) Low cut is the key. Now this is dangerous, not everyone can pull it off. If you can, there is no excuse not to. 3) Don’t settle! Keep trying on jeans till you find the right pair.
You know what else I like? My tits! For real yall. And my legs ain’t bad either. You know what, I have a lot going for me. I just want to say that.
Why the hell can’t guys see that?! I mean, I’m a generally great girl and nice in person. So, I went out with that guy I met at the coffee shop the other night. Suffice to say, it didn’t go well. Apparently, he can buy himself coffee in the morning, but can’t pay for a decent meal. We went to a crap restaurant and lets say it turns out this guy is not only rude, but also dumb. Alright, I’m not doing this. Maybe more details later.
Kisses, PaulaI pick up my men where I pick up my coffee
Okay, so, dress rehearsal is in like an hour, so I have to hurry with typing this. I'm supposed to be coming home to change into my clothes for the show, but being a model I have a certain amount of skill when it comes to changing clothes with speed. I just had to take the opportunity to tell you about what happened to me this morning.
I made a stop off on the way to work to get some coffee. While I was standing in line this FINE man with a briefcase and a suit comes up and just starts talking to me about, ya know, stuff...small talk. Anyway, he says something funny that makes me smile. I give him one of my patented "Sweep the hair out of my face, head half turned, over the side of the shoulder smile" and I can see it hit him just right. He recognized me, but he couldn't remember where from (It was probably from the billboard across the street (that's why I go there for breakfast) but it could be something else.) So we talk a little more and he asked if I was doing anything this weekend. Of course I am, but I tell him I'm not (I can move things around). And he asks if I want to go out for dinner. Natch, I said yes. I'm so excited! I haven't had a date in like a month and even longer with someone I actually thought had any hope!
Alright, I'm gonna catch up on Zuri's blog real quick then I'm gone.
Kisses, Paula.
Wow
So, for anybody that doesn’t know, my long time friend and coworker/competitor Bisa Randall has finally started her own blog! IF you haven’t seen it yet, you should totally check it out. On her first post she made a ground breaking announcement—suffice to say, it makes me proud to know her.
Anyway, life has been super busy of late so hence the lack of updates. We are in the process of getting Zuri moved into her new apartment. Let me tell you, the place is super cute (or could be, in the right hands, which may or may not be my sister’s, that has yet to be determined). Dad took a couple days off to help with the process and was even able to rent a truck from the army for free. It pays to have a dad with connections from time to time.
I’m steadily learning to deal with my abandonment issues and I think I’m gonna be alright. I’m already taking measurements of Zuri’s old room. I had no idea how big her closet was! And to think, that was going to waste on that mediocre wardrobe of hers all these years! For shame! LOL!
Anyway, life is pretty good right now, can’t really complain. The uniforms for the chorus show are ready. Mom and I designed them and they look great. Calling them uniforms ain’t quite right, they’re more like totally hot dresses. The show is next week and the dress rehearsal is later this week, so come back here to find out about the hotness.I WILL choke a bitch
Ahem, I’m generally a very even tempered person. As you no doubt know, I’m not the sort to start yankin out clumps of hair and hitting bitches with chairs. So you must also know that I ain’t playin around or bein petty when I say I am about one minute of petty bullshit away from really, genuinely choking a bitch.
So, allow me to elaborate. I spent the day on site for this shoot we’re doing to promote mom’s upcoming fashion show. Shameless plug – it’s gonna rock all you bitches! Anyway, I am set to be the headliner (naturally) and Mom managed to pull in some other really good talent to go with. Well, along with the talent we also got Amani Randall. That’s right, the youngest member of the oh so famous Randall family. Younger sister to Bisa Randall (who I may have recently mentioned on this blog…I wonder it that has anything to do with this). Anyway, as you no doubt know if you read my blog and naturally stay up with the world of fashion, being part of the renowned Randall family has pulled Amani headlong into superstardom, which she has decided to squander on modeling, something for which she has little natural talent. Of course, that hasn’t stopped other designers from showcasing her. For shame!
Of course, my mommy has more experience and more style than to do something like that, so Amani will be walking third in the lineup. Now comes the drama. You’re oh so lovely and oh so worthy hostess here now has to listen to this little prima donna run her mouth about how I only got this spot because I am the daughter of the designer. ME! OMFG! Like I haven’t earned my spot! I may only be two years older than her, but I have earned my stripes.
So I step off for a minute to with mom about the setup of the whole thing and would you believe that this girl has all the other models turned against me by the time I get back? If she says one more thing to me, I don’t care, I will throw down. She makes me so angry I swear I can feel my hair straightening! And you know, after all this, I still haven’t seen no damn blog for Bisa Randall on here. Quelle surprise!
Okay, I don’t apologize much, but maybe I really should in this case. Zuri actually mentioned it to me and she’s usually pretty on spot as these things go, so here goes. I shouldn’t have put anything on my blog about Bisa being gay, whether or not it’s true. That has nothing to do with me and I should have more sense than that by now. So, Bisa, I’m sorry and to anyone else who might read this, totally disregard what I said. If Bisa is gay and if she does plan on telling anyone it should be her decision and not mine.
Anyway, I promise the next one will be lighter. No really, I promise.
Kisses, PaulaSo Deep
So, I was just reading Zuri’s blog and…how does she always seem so deep? I mean, I’m deep too, right? For sure! Okay, I’m gonna try really hard to keep this post real sober and deep like. Prepare to be amazed by a different face of Paula.
Ahem…ever since I was little I’ve never been close to my daddy. I’ve always called him daddy and I do love him and I know he loves me, but we just don’t really connect. He always wanted me to be tough and…I don’t know, more like him I guess. He brought me into the dojo when I was just, maybe five or so. I mean, I thought it would be cool and all, right? I could learn to do cool gymnastics and stuff as part of fighting. Plus, if I ever did get into a fight, I’d have the jump on the other girl for real. The first time I got kicked in the face by another girl, I knew this wasn’t for me. I tried to find reasons not to come back to the dojo whenever I got a chance, but my dad insisted. He told me I didn’t have to be an expert, but his daughter would know how to defend herself in the world.
I think, if I’m remembering this right, that’s how I started going to work with mom more. She agreed with dad about defending myself…but she couldn’t stand to see me come home with black eyes. That is, more or less, how I became a model. My dad still ain’t real happy about that, but as fate would have it (hol on man, I’m starting to sound like Zuri. I need to shake this off…
Kay, this is the break in the middle here. So I heard today that Bisa Randall is starting us one of these blogs. The girl is always copying me on something, can’t she even come up with her own thing. Oooh, I also heard that she’s into girls, did anyone else hear that? Gross right? Wait, she’s into girls and she’s always copying me…do you think? JK, love you Bisa (if you ever see this, which I doubt).
Back to the story. Yeah, so Zuri came to live with us when she was 10 and I was 8. Ever since then, her and dad have been inseparable Zuri reads the same books he loves, loves his old records, is interested in all the history he’s always trying to bore me with. Oh, and LEST I FORGET, Zuri has competed in regional martial arts tournaments in Karate, Thai Quan Do, and Jeet Kun Do for like eight years. She’s actually won a couple in Thai Quan Do and almost won one in Karate except this huge black chick with braids dislocated her shoulder. Good times.
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For real, sometimes it feels like she lost her dad and stole mine. I think that’s why I let her have it so much when we were kids, but you know, I grew out of that. Okay, done being deep for awhile, that kinda sucked. Like for real, I almost cried for a sec. Make sure you tune in for my next post, cause I’m for sure gonna load it with gossip and shit talking as well as updates from the fabulous world of Paula Greene. Until then, babies…
Kisses, PaulaGuys Suck!
OMG let me out with the social gossip, cause that's something there just isn't enough of these days. JK, but for real, I just need to get out some frustration.
I thought (and by thought I mean was always told by television and magazines) that once you get out of high school guys get better. "Better?" you ask, "Better at what?". Any damn thing! I mean, you would think after making the same mistakes and all for at least four years if not more you'd get a little smarter. But no, the guys I date now are just as useless as the guys I dated then. If you ain't guessed yet, it didn't go well! I'm not going to go into detail since some people know who he is and I don't want to make his life worse than he's already making it, but I'm just going to put up a list of guidelines for future guys who want to date me. Who wouldn't?
1) PAY FOR ME, NO QUESTIONS ASKED
This one seems like a no brainer, but guys are more easily stumped than I give them credit for. When we go out on a date, especially a first date, you should expect to pay no questions asked. There will be no second guessing this or asking to split the check. If you need to, scout the place out ahead of time to see how much the food costs. First date I always go for the most expensive thing on the menu that I can still look sexy eating. Are there exceptions? Yeah, sure. If it's like a non-date and we're not sure if we're dating or just having lunch, it could be okay. You should wait till it's about time to pay to figure this out. If we been in a relationship for awhile, I would like to pick the check up some times, ya know, treat you. But that is never on the first date! If I really want to mess with you, I may fight over the check with you. It's a test! Pay for the damn meal! Insist!
2) DRESS NICE
I am a model and as such may be considered shallow. However, I realize that not all good men look good, especially not off the shelf. There are some guys, and I made a few myself, who can go from "meh" to "OW!" with the right woman's touch. I do, however, judge men on how they dress. Like I said, I am a model and my mother is a top designer, I can not be seen with some khaki shorts and t-shirt wearing scrub. What you are wearing when I show up is my first indication of how seriously you take the date. You don't dress nice, you might not even make it to the date.
3) IF MY MOM IS READING THIS, STOP READING NOW!
You gone mom? Good, so...sex. Some people are good at is naturally, or so I'm told but most people (looking at you) could use improvement. You want it, I know you do. For a lot of you guys it's the ultimate goal. You know what? I WANT IT TO! Big freaking surprise! You know what I don't want to do? Teach you how! Some people still go for that "no sex till marriage" think. Whatever! I am not gonna settle in on my wedding night just to find out the man I'm stuck with for the rest of my life doesn't know what a clitoris is! I will not marry someone unless I know we are sexually and intellectually compatible. Call me shallow, but I like sex done right just like any woman who has had it done right. If you're a woman reading this a saying "I don't", then you haven't had it done right. Just sayin. You study for tests, you read how-to books before you fix something, you even train for most jobs. Why should you treat sex differently? I don't want to be gross, but it's really easy to get a guy off. Girls are not as easy. READ A BOOK FOR GOD'S SAKE!
LOL, that was a lot more graphic than I meant for it to be, but maybe I touched someone's life tonight! JK...but not really. Before you ask, yes there are more guidelines, but I am tired and not getting paid for this. Plus, after this discussion I'm now horny and doubly frustrated that I don't have a boyfriend. Guess I've gotta take matters into my own hands AND THERE IS NOT A DAMN THING WRONG WITH THAT!
Kisses,
Paula
I thought (and by thought I mean was always told by television and magazines) that once you get out of high school guys get better. "Better?" you ask, "Better at what?". Any damn thing! I mean, you would think after making the same mistakes and all for at least four years if not more you'd get a little smarter. But no, the guys I date now are just as useless as the guys I dated then. If you ain't guessed yet, it didn't go well! I'm not going to go into detail since some people know who he is and I don't want to make his life worse than he's already making it, but I'm just going to put up a list of guidelines for future guys who want to date me. Who wouldn't?
1) PAY FOR ME, NO QUESTIONS ASKED
This one seems like a no brainer, but guys are more easily stumped than I give them credit for. When we go out on a date, especially a first date, you should expect to pay no questions asked. There will be no second guessing this or asking to split the check. If you need to, scout the place out ahead of time to see how much the food costs. First date I always go for the most expensive thing on the menu that I can still look sexy eating. Are there exceptions? Yeah, sure. If it's like a non-date and we're not sure if we're dating or just having lunch, it could be okay. You should wait till it's about time to pay to figure this out. If we been in a relationship for awhile, I would like to pick the check up some times, ya know, treat you. But that is never on the first date! If I really want to mess with you, I may fight over the check with you. It's a test! Pay for the damn meal! Insist!
2) DRESS NICE
I am a model and as such may be considered shallow. However, I realize that not all good men look good, especially not off the shelf. There are some guys, and I made a few myself, who can go from "meh" to "OW!" with the right woman's touch. I do, however, judge men on how they dress. Like I said, I am a model and my mother is a top designer, I can not be seen with some khaki shorts and t-shirt wearing scrub. What you are wearing when I show up is my first indication of how seriously you take the date. You don't dress nice, you might not even make it to the date.
3) IF MY MOM IS READING THIS, STOP READING NOW!
You gone mom? Good, so...sex. Some people are good at is naturally, or so I'm told but most people (looking at you) could use improvement. You want it, I know you do. For a lot of you guys it's the ultimate goal. You know what? I WANT IT TO! Big freaking surprise! You know what I don't want to do? Teach you how! Some people still go for that "no sex till marriage" think. Whatever! I am not gonna settle in on my wedding night just to find out the man I'm stuck with for the rest of my life doesn't know what a clitoris is! I will not marry someone unless I know we are sexually and intellectually compatible. Call me shallow, but I like sex done right just like any woman who has had it done right. If you're a woman reading this a saying "I don't", then you haven't had it done right. Just sayin. You study for tests, you read how-to books before you fix something, you even train for most jobs. Why should you treat sex differently? I don't want to be gross, but it's really easy to get a guy off. Girls are not as easy. READ A BOOK FOR GOD'S SAKE!
LOL, that was a lot more graphic than I meant for it to be, but maybe I touched someone's life tonight! JK...but not really. Before you ask, yes there are more guidelines, but I am tired and not getting paid for this. Plus, after this discussion I'm now horny and doubly frustrated that I don't have a boyfriend. Guess I've gotta take matters into my own hands AND THERE IS NOT A DAMN THING WRONG WITH THAT!
Kisses,
Paula
Don't let your sister use your computer
Just a note for anyone that saw it, somehow Zuri managed to post on my blog. I guess when it said my name at the top, didn't set off any alarms. Anyway, if you thought you saw a post raving about how I'd bought an apartment...not me.
So, if I'm not buying apartments, what am I doing? Well, let me tell you, since you're so interested. I'm really starting to get the hang of this whole "teaching" thing. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'd want to do it like permenantly or anything, but teaching for my year of service was definitely the right choice. When I say choice, I mean I didn't really have any qualifications and my dad kind of pulled some strings so I wouldn't end up getting military service or anything. I mean, if you aren't really in good standing for a particular service proffesion, the odds are pretty good that you get sent to military or medical. I'm not mopping up blood from the ER for a year, thanks anyway.
As I was saying though, teaching chorus has turned out to be a real...I guess my daddy would say, "character building" experience...thing. Before all this started, I couldn't stand children. Even when I was one I didn't really like the idea of being one. When other girls were playing with ponies and drawing rainbows, I was practicing my Naomi Campbell walk and planning after parties. But I really feel like I have a chance to give back to these girls. I mean, some of them can't sing for anything, but they sure try. I want them to get the best experience out of a semester with me as they can.
Speaking of which, there is a date! August 22nd is the first concert for my girls! All new uniforms with make their amazing debut and you can come and be so jealous. lols.
Anyway, I got to get off of this thing and get my beauty sleep. What's that you say? Oh, you're just too kind!
Kisses, Paula
So, if I'm not buying apartments, what am I doing? Well, let me tell you, since you're so interested. I'm really starting to get the hang of this whole "teaching" thing. Don't get me wrong, I don't think I'd want to do it like permenantly or anything, but teaching for my year of service was definitely the right choice. When I say choice, I mean I didn't really have any qualifications and my dad kind of pulled some strings so I wouldn't end up getting military service or anything. I mean, if you aren't really in good standing for a particular service proffesion, the odds are pretty good that you get sent to military or medical. I'm not mopping up blood from the ER for a year, thanks anyway.
As I was saying though, teaching chorus has turned out to be a real...I guess my daddy would say, "character building" experience...thing. Before all this started, I couldn't stand children. Even when I was one I didn't really like the idea of being one. When other girls were playing with ponies and drawing rainbows, I was practicing my Naomi Campbell walk and planning after parties. But I really feel like I have a chance to give back to these girls. I mean, some of them can't sing for anything, but they sure try. I want them to get the best experience out of a semester with me as they can.
Speaking of which, there is a date! August 22nd is the first concert for my girls! All new uniforms with make their amazing debut and you can come and be so jealous. lols.
Anyway, I got to get off of this thing and get my beauty sleep. What's that you say? Oh, you're just too kind!
Kisses, Paula
MY DADDY IS THE BEST DADDY
I have THE BEST daddy in the world. All you haters who are against a grown eighteen year old woman calling her father "daddy" can bite me! My daddy is the greatest.
So after our little blog spat Z and I were clearly not getting along so well. So you know me, instead of tellin her how I feel, I decided to skip work and pretend I was sick. To be fair, I wasn't really pretending that hard, I felt terrible. So I sat around and watched TV and played around on my computer. When my daddy got home, he knew exactly what was going on. He asked me what was wrong and I told him nothing. So, he kept bugging me till he got the real answer. Then I cried on his good military dress uniform for like a solid half hour. Lol. But he didn't care, cause he's the best.
Anyway, when Zuri got home he made us sit down and talk about what was going on and now it's all better. And that's all to the good, because I intend on spending more time in her apartment than here once she moves out. I don't know if she knows that she's going to be living in the new party center. Woot! JK!
So next week in Atlanta I'm going to be doing a fashion shoot for new fall lines. My mom has her own thing going on, which I will also be a part of, but this shoot will be for a variety of designers and so on. It's weird and kind of depressing to me that the fall lines are already coming out. I mean, I know we're in school already and all, but for real is summer gone that quick? I really don't feel like I wore near enough bathing suits this summer! I mean, after this I gotta wait eight months before I wear another bathing suit. Maybe I'll gain a ton of wait and just be a fat ass for a few months. Nah, for real though, my mom's fall line is going to be crazy. Mark your calendars for September 3rd, cause if you miss it, you might as well go into hibernation till spring. No, for real though.
LOVE YOU TO Z,
Your lil sis, Paula
So after our little blog spat Z and I were clearly not getting along so well. So you know me, instead of tellin her how I feel, I decided to skip work and pretend I was sick. To be fair, I wasn't really pretending that hard, I felt terrible. So I sat around and watched TV and played around on my computer. When my daddy got home, he knew exactly what was going on. He asked me what was wrong and I told him nothing. So, he kept bugging me till he got the real answer. Then I cried on his good military dress uniform for like a solid half hour. Lol. But he didn't care, cause he's the best.
Anyway, when Zuri got home he made us sit down and talk about what was going on and now it's all better. And that's all to the good, because I intend on spending more time in her apartment than here once she moves out. I don't know if she knows that she's going to be living in the new party center. Woot! JK!
So next week in Atlanta I'm going to be doing a fashion shoot for new fall lines. My mom has her own thing going on, which I will also be a part of, but this shoot will be for a variety of designers and so on. It's weird and kind of depressing to me that the fall lines are already coming out. I mean, I know we're in school already and all, but for real is summer gone that quick? I really don't feel like I wore near enough bathing suits this summer! I mean, after this I gotta wait eight months before I wear another bathing suit. Maybe I'll gain a ton of wait and just be a fat ass for a few months. Nah, for real though, my mom's fall line is going to be crazy. Mark your calendars for September 3rd, cause if you miss it, you might as well go into hibernation till spring. No, for real though.
LOVE YOU TO Z,
Your lil sis, Paula
Lying naked in front of a fireplace...
It's been two days and she won't stop talking about this stupid apartment. Yes, I get it, you're a big girl now. Hurrah for you. It's just an apartment, it's not even like you even signed a lease yet. I don't want to seem bitchy or anything, but there's just so much I can take. Here I was, trying to plan something big for her birthday coming up and all she can talk about is how much she can't wait to get away from me!
I don't get what she likes so much about the place. Scratch that, I do. It's totally Zuri, through and through. The place used to be some kind of factory or warehouse or something, then some people bought up the abandoned building and turned it into apartments. It's got those ugly exposed brick walls and the newly replaced but made to looks worn floorboards and the whole place is extra tall. It's just the kind of hipster bullshit I would expect Zuri to go for. Now a woman of taste like myself, I'm going to get an apartment that was actually built to be an apartment. I want some place with carpet and heating and a fireplace. I don't know where I got the idea, but I've always been in love with the idea of laying naked in front of a fireplace. Weird, maybe, but I bet now you're picturing how sexy I would look laying naked in front of a fireplace, right? I mean, really, sexy right?
Anyway, if it weren't for all these service hours I put in teaching I could afford to get myself an apartment now with what I could make from modeling. But no, it's every citizens duty to give a year of their lives to their community. I do like teaching chorus, I do, but it hurts my soul to think that when I'm trying to squeeze an e flat out of done deaf little Maria, I could be lying naked in front of a fireplace.
She could have at least looked at some two bedroom apartments. Am I really that bad to live with?
I don't get what she likes so much about the place. Scratch that, I do. It's totally Zuri, through and through. The place used to be some kind of factory or warehouse or something, then some people bought up the abandoned building and turned it into apartments. It's got those ugly exposed brick walls and the newly replaced but made to looks worn floorboards and the whole place is extra tall. It's just the kind of hipster bullshit I would expect Zuri to go for. Now a woman of taste like myself, I'm going to get an apartment that was actually built to be an apartment. I want some place with carpet and heating and a fireplace. I don't know where I got the idea, but I've always been in love with the idea of laying naked in front of a fireplace. Weird, maybe, but I bet now you're picturing how sexy I would look laying naked in front of a fireplace, right? I mean, really, sexy right?
Anyway, if it weren't for all these service hours I put in teaching I could afford to get myself an apartment now with what I could make from modeling. But no, it's every citizens duty to give a year of their lives to their community. I do like teaching chorus, I do, but it hurts my soul to think that when I'm trying to squeeze an e flat out of done deaf little Maria, I could be lying naked in front of a fireplace.
She could have at least looked at some two bedroom apartments. Am I really that bad to live with?
No really, am I still doing this?
So I have to confess, this is like the twelfth blog I've started, but I think this is the first one where I've made it to two posts. Go me! I got on to read Zuri's and now I'm forced to say, "I can't let Zuri out blog me! I'm way more interesting than she is!" Although, honestly, I saw the girl with her legs kicking out of the trash can, LOL! That was good stuff.
But like...that was me in high school, so a little uncomfortable laughing. Not that I got beat up or ended up in trashcans, far from it. I was the daughter of a General and the countries foremost fashion designer. I never went to school in an outfit that cost less than $400 off the rack. I hung with the most popular girls and I could and did have any boy I want. Zuri was the one getting picked on and usually by me.
What do you want me to say, I feel bad about it? Yeah, I do. I feel bad that for most of our school years I took part in torturing my sister because she was the little mixed girl and I was part of a clique. My bad y'all, gosh.
Anyway, back to what I want to talk about and not my more talk about my very very few faults. Since the modeling is getting in the way of working out at dad's dojo, I've started a regular jogging routine. It's all the physical benefits of working out, plus I get to show all of Durham how hot I am! Bonus! I'm trying to get Zuri to run with me, even though she is keeping up with the dojo workouts. I tried just asking and I don't think that's doing the trick, so I'm moving to guilt at dinner tonight. Wish me luck!
Oh, I almost forgot to talk about my girls! So, as many of you know, for my service year I am teaching at my old high school. My old chorus teacher took me on as her mentee and she even gave me a whole class that's just mine. So my class will be having a super special show, choreographed by yours truly with songs they pick out and...here's the greatest part...my mom is going to help with the costuming. Goodbye sequins and tophats, hello designer fabrics. BEST CHORUS SHOW EVER! Dates to follow, so quit asking already.
Well, I think that's a rap for me. Not that there isn't more to be said about the glorious life of Paula Greene, but I'm you look tired and I could talk all night. You're a dear for listening this long!
Kisses, Paula
But like...that was me in high school, so a little uncomfortable laughing. Not that I got beat up or ended up in trashcans, far from it. I was the daughter of a General and the countries foremost fashion designer. I never went to school in an outfit that cost less than $400 off the rack. I hung with the most popular girls and I could and did have any boy I want. Zuri was the one getting picked on and usually by me.
What do you want me to say, I feel bad about it? Yeah, I do. I feel bad that for most of our school years I took part in torturing my sister because she was the little mixed girl and I was part of a clique. My bad y'all, gosh.
Anyway, back to what I want to talk about and not my more talk about my very very few faults. Since the modeling is getting in the way of working out at dad's dojo, I've started a regular jogging routine. It's all the physical benefits of working out, plus I get to show all of Durham how hot I am! Bonus! I'm trying to get Zuri to run with me, even though she is keeping up with the dojo workouts. I tried just asking and I don't think that's doing the trick, so I'm moving to guilt at dinner tonight. Wish me luck!
Oh, I almost forgot to talk about my girls! So, as many of you know, for my service year I am teaching at my old high school. My old chorus teacher took me on as her mentee and she even gave me a whole class that's just mine. So my class will be having a super special show, choreographed by yours truly with songs they pick out and...here's the greatest part...my mom is going to help with the costuming. Goodbye sequins and tophats, hello designer fabrics. BEST CHORUS SHOW EVER! Dates to follow, so quit asking already.
Well, I think that's a rap for me. Not that there isn't more to be said about the glorious life of Paula Greene, but I'm you look tired and I could talk all night. You're a dear for listening this long!
Kisses, Paula
Templates and things to be psyched about
First things first, where can a sista find a better template? This thing is way weighing me down. I mean, I don't want to front, but is there no way that I can get something just a tad more fabulous? Zuri talks me into doing one of these blog thingies and I said "Sure, my life is interesting enough, right?". I mean, I'm a model, service teacher, singer, and soon to be actress with a mom who's the country's top designer and a dad who's a General in Esau King's army. Who doesn't want to hear about that? You can't hear it, but Zuri's groaning over my shoulder as she reads what I'm writing. If she doesn't want to read it, maybe she should just, I don't know, GO AWAY!!!!!
Okay, she's gone. Now that it's just you and me, I'm not really like that. I'm first and foremost easy going. I've found that when you let things go, what you want will come to you. That's the way it worked for me at least. I just did my thing and people liked it, so I got popular. That's my advice to all the girls out there who want to be models and singers and even actresses. It's not that you don't have to work for it, you do. It's a lot of hard work, so be sure you're down for it and that it REALLY is what you want to do. But once you make that choice, just do you. That's all it is. If you try to front and pretend like you're a different person than what you are, people will figure it out. So don't get up on stage and try and be Bisa Randall. Bisa Randall is already Bisa Randall, just be you. Besides, most girls can't pull off walking buck naked down a runway and still have a career. Something like that only works once.
Now, back to me. Today I went in for the photo shoot for the ad my mom is using to promote her new line. This ad is gonna run in just about every magazine you pick up for the next two months. It's just our picture, the name of the line, and the date of the big show in Atlanta where the line is going to be shown for the first time. BTW I am psyched about that show. I'll be walking with a couple of my favorite looks my mom has made in years. If you've never bought an Edana Greene original, this is the collection you want to get in on.
OH! One more thing, I got an invite to the Randall Foundation Dinner this year! I know you're jealous!
Kisses, Paula
Okay, she's gone. Now that it's just you and me, I'm not really like that. I'm first and foremost easy going. I've found that when you let things go, what you want will come to you. That's the way it worked for me at least. I just did my thing and people liked it, so I got popular. That's my advice to all the girls out there who want to be models and singers and even actresses. It's not that you don't have to work for it, you do. It's a lot of hard work, so be sure you're down for it and that it REALLY is what you want to do. But once you make that choice, just do you. That's all it is. If you try to front and pretend like you're a different person than what you are, people will figure it out. So don't get up on stage and try and be Bisa Randall. Bisa Randall is already Bisa Randall, just be you. Besides, most girls can't pull off walking buck naked down a runway and still have a career. Something like that only works once.
Now, back to me. Today I went in for the photo shoot for the ad my mom is using to promote her new line. This ad is gonna run in just about every magazine you pick up for the next two months. It's just our picture, the name of the line, and the date of the big show in Atlanta where the line is going to be shown for the first time. BTW I am psyched about that show. I'll be walking with a couple of my favorite looks my mom has made in years. If you've never bought an Edana Greene original, this is the collection you want to get in on.
OH! One more thing, I got an invite to the Randall Foundation Dinner this year! I know you're jealous!
Kisses, Paula
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