No Longer in the Running

I am not in the running to be America’s Next Top Model any longer. SHOCK, I know. But really, hide your outrage. What a funny, funny thing to do. Here’s how it went down.

After my last post (from here <----) I ran off to the bathroom. My hot chocolate from earlier had made its natural course and I was due. Of course my group was called while I was in the bathroom, so I had to be escorted to catch up.

Being number 16, I was in the first group of 50 to cram in front of the casting director heel to toe around the corners of the room. We were then commanded to look into the camera that panned the room and say our name, age, height, and weight. No more, no less.

Shock of all shocks, I was not chosen. I made my way down the stairs amidst the crying girls and asked the valet to get my car. No harm, no foul. But, let us remember the good times that were my America's Next Top Model adventure:

Being showered and blown dry at 3:30 in the morning. Did I mention I didn't sleep last night?

Every good model needs a killer hair-style. I'm trying to bring Granny back.

In all reality, I left my hair pinned like this until I was at the hotel and bored enough to take it out. About 6:15 am. ... I didn't last very long.

And then, the final end product. I cleaned up pretty nicely--just not America's version of nicely. Oh well, no harm, no foul. I got exactly what I wanted -- a good story. I'm only sorry it's not very funny. I'm tired.

BEing a washed-up model is hard work.