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
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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