Vacay.Baybay!

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. Although, I highly doubt I have been missed, I sort of do miss the friendly Blogger screen, that tempts me to Create a New Post!

But, I have good news...There is a valid reason for my absence, Forrestor got me work. I just finished up a three day shoot for a new product line for a cosmetics company. There were 3 other girls working with me, one of them, by chance, was a sweet Asian girl that I worked with before. We had a good time. I spoke to Forrestor today and he said I may be seeing some ads in Allure and Elle in the next few months. But you never know with these things. I had a nice time, its been a while since I've been involved in a shoot.

So while I was vogue-ing and posing, hehe, poor Sandra flew back home to what her parents called some "business decisions." She came back yesterday a little tired and a little tensed up. We were both feeling kind of out of it, when Sandra suggested we take a trip! Of course, I immediately agreed. We tossed around a couple of ideas. Her parents have a vacation home in St. Barts, and Diddy has a place in Paris and London since he spends so much time there. We decided that this was going to be a fun in the sun vacation, so out go any European destinations. Sandra was a little hesitant about St. Barts, since she goes there several times a year, and wanted to try something new. We finally decided to choose between Curaçao, a smaller, lesser known island; St. Barts, home away from home; St. Lucia we've never been, but heard good things.

We'll probably iron out the details and leave sometime next week. In the meantime I've got to find a cute bikini boutique.

Ciao!

Daddy's.Little...Girl?

My father is a charming man. Although he was quite a bit older than my mother when they had me, he still looks dashing and handsome, with a certain distinguished appeal. He also happens to have this wonderful way with his words, and such a likeable demeanor; he's very charismatic. We have a great relationship, and I often accompany him at social functions, as he is not prone to bringing a date.

It's a lot of fun going to these events; we get dressed up, I link arms with him, and lean in close as he keeps a running commentary of all the pretentious snobs we encounter throughout our evening together. We also meet several genuinely nice people, who are often good friends of his and adore him as much as I do, so I spend a night in the presence of some witty, and entertaining older people. However, with most of the other guests, I only exchange a nod, or perhaps a brief introduction.

During one of these occasions we had the pleasure of bringing along my childhood friend Mya. Like me, Mya's parents are no longer together, but unlike me, she's lived exclusively with her mother. Mya loves my father, she looks up to him, and always accepts an invitation to go out with us. Likewise, anytime I was in need of maternal guidance, Mya's mother was there for me. It's been this way with us for years. So as you can imagine, Mya is very comfortable around Diddy and when we went out that night he one of us on either side of him and often throughout the night he whispered to us how lucky he was to be here with the two most lovely women in the room. Mya soaks it up; she's had very little fatherly affection, and clings to him even more. I don't really mind at all, Mya is really a great girl, and I sort of feel sorry for her void. Anyways, we were having a great time, there was an especially scandalous group of people there that night, and Diddy had something funny to say about them all.

Anyways, as the night winded down we retired to Diddy's limo for the evening and gossiped freely about the everyone. At one point Diddy offhandedly divulged that he had met up with an old acquaintance that he hadn't seen for years. Apparently, this man told my father how "hot" his two young dates were, that we must young enough to be his daughters. He told him that we were his daughters (Mya ate that up by the way). I, on the other hand, was a little too stunned to speak.

My father is very private about his personal life, but I just assumed that people knew I was his daughter-not his date. When we were finally alone that night, I brought the subject up again, and Diddy told me it was possible that most people probably did think I was his date, as he was single, and it was the norm for older men to be dating prettier, younger women. Eventually, my shock turned into humor and I teased him for the next couple of days, calling him a stud.

Unfortunately, some of this came back to haunt me the other day. Sandra invited me to join her for the opening of her friend's collection at a local art gallery. I usually enjoy these types of things, especially when it happens to be someone I know (or in this case Sandra knows) so that I can pick their brain about their work. So we went, and there was a really big turnout, with lots of important people, which was probably very good for her friend. (He happens to be very, very talented his name is Peter Stonach, if ever get the chance to see his work, you should check it out.)

So anyways, there I am looking at this pretty painting of two girls on an open field, when this lady catches my attention. She looks oddly familiar to me, until I realize who she is. Diddy calls her Beakhead. We met her briefly at a black tie event, and Diddy told me at one time she did some acting especially on soap operas, particularly my favorite, Days of our Lives. She was on the show before I started watching, and apparently only had a minor role. But it was still the reason I remembered her so clearly. Yet, the reason why we called her Beakhead was obvious...I am guessing she was quite attractive at some point, but since then she has had so much plastic surgery done to her face she could put Michael Jackson to shame. As a result, her face resembles a bird, tightly drawn with two beady eyes and a beak-like nose. Spooky. The only redeeming thing about her was that she was a big fan of my fathers, and always wanted his designers to do custom pairs for her.

At the art gallery we stared at each other in recognition, long enough to warrant a hello.

Me: Mrs. Beakhead right?
BH: Yes (She still looks a little confused)
Me: We met at the "Whatever" event, I was with...
BH: (Cutting me off) Alexander!
Me: Yes, he's always spoke very fondly of you.
BH: Really? Well, that's nice. It's nice running into you here. Do you and Alexander, uh, still keep in touch?
Me: (A little bewildered) Yeah, well I visited him last week. And he should be coming down here sometime this soon.
BH: Well, isn't that nice. He's a nice man, you two must enjoy one another's company.
Me: Well, of course, but I am probably a little biased, considering he is my father.

Wow, you should have seen the look on her face after that one. She quickly excused herself and scurried away, sending "Regards" to my father.

I wonder how many other people think I am sleeping with my father? I shudder at the thought.

Model.Behavior

Are you good at first impressions? I like to think that I am, but often fail miserably. Diddy is the epitome of the perfect gentleman. He's also taught me plenty a social graces; table etiquette, charming small talk and the winning smile. So why is it that I always drop forks, call people by the wrong name, and often have food stuck between my teeth?

I'm such a mess sometimes!

Today was such a day. Today I met Forrestor Glenn. Forrestor is oh, so sexy and debonair. I'm supposed to make a good impression on Forrestor, he is supposed to get me work. You see, I am a model of sorts. I have a lithe body, tall stature and exotic features. I think I'm a shoe in for modeling. Other people think so too, that is, before I open my mouth.

Such was the case with Forrestor today. I wore this sexy, yet understated Vivienne Tam blouse with my "perfect fit" Alvin Valley pants (really, they do fit perfectly, I have at least 10 pairs). This is a good outfit, it fits great, looks casual, but screams "i-threw-this-ensemble-together-in-the-dark-and-dont-i-still-look-perfect?"

Well, things started to go wrong pretty damn quickly. Forrestor is the type that likes to shake and kiss. You shake his hand, while closing in for a cheek to cheek. I think this makes him think we are old friends. I don't care, I'm not expecting chummy-chummy. So I stick out the wrong hand to shake, lean forward and kiss the wrong cheek-I don't know what I'm doing we're bumping into each other. I finally get it right, after an awkward attempt. Then I wonder, is he the double cheek type? He is, he leans in for the next cheek, I'm confused, I hesitate...we're off to a bad start.

No matter, Forrestor Glenn is a composed dude. He looks at my portfolio, and asks me to walk for him. I walk, I even do a little hand on hip pose action. Here I am finally getting it together, I attempt to make eye contact, lose my balance and trip on my heels. Pitiful. That is like breaking a cardinal rule, how the fuck could I trip? I walked two blocks after parking my car to his studio. I didn't trip, I practically glided.

Oh well, lets see if he calls me. After all, he is a friend of Diddy's...

Priceless

According to this site:

I am worth exactly $1,953,350.00.

I hate to toot my own horn, but I am among the top 3 most valuable females today.

Toot, toot!

How much are you worth?

So.Fuggin.Cool

Why oh why, am I so addicted to this site? It's fucking hilarious, and I don't attach a swear word followed by an adjective for nothing. There is this one post about Chloe Sevigny at NYFW; I saw her there in that hideous outfit, and I wondered how that translated into style.

Now, I do not have tunnel vision when it comes to fashion, but she is just too much. There are times when I appreciate what she is doing, she can be daring and pull it off-sometimes. But most of the time the trails end in error. After running into that site, I called up Diddy and asked him if he knew who Sevigny was, he asked if it was an old school chum.

I love him.

Anyways, I've been up to no good. Sandra has been partying it up with me while showing me all the fun spots in town. Earlier in the week we were invited to a yacht party. Which was sooo much fun. I wore a sexy, slinky Anna Sui dress and all the boys were swooning. I drank too many apple martini's, danced with too many charming men and inhaled too much ocean air. I love nights like that when everything is magical.

I am also really enjoying being in a new city for a change. Sandra and I can go out and do anything and no one really knows us. Its like we are just these two gorgeous, beautifully clad, anonymous angels. For the past couple of I've fallen in love every night, and lord knows how many boys have fallen in love with me! I never give my name, number or any type of information out to any of these people. Just a dance, and maybe a few kisses. Sometimes I am soo tempted cause I've met some really wonderful guys. But I let the feeling pass and just live in the moment. It's exhilarating.

In other news, I have been sleeping all day long to make up for the late nights. I hardly get time to post, so, dear reader, please forgive me. Which also means that I am missing my early morning jog on the beach, sunbathing, pilates classes and Days of our Lives.

I've also picked up another fun habit. Whenever I log on to check email and maybe post a blog, I get sidetracked. There is this whole amazing world out there in the internet, and guess what, I can go shopping online! There's all this cool stuff I can buy. And I don't mean clothes and shoes and bags cause you can't trust anything that you can't try on. But I've bought other cool stuff:

- An Aerobed, twin size and queen size in case I have guests.
- A scanner for my laptop so I can consider posting pics on my blog.
- A digital camera printer (Dell was having a sale ya'll)
- A Saved by the Bell clock (how kick ass is THAT?)
- A poster from the Met of my favorite Renoir painting.
- The RENT soundtrack, as well as Mariah Carey's first cd, Music Box
- The first season of Will & Grace on DVD.

So I'm excited. I can't wait to begin receiving all my goodies.

X's and O's

What.A.Sheety.Couple.Of.Days

Ohhh... I feel so negligent for not posting these past few days! I'm sorry. I've just had a whirlwind long weekend, and I am just coming back to tell you about it. By the way, for those of you who are slowly, but steadily making the number on my counter go up (no, not that one, the one on the bottom of the page silly) please drop me a line, link your blog or comment on my disgusting lack of self control against Kit-Kat candy bars. I would immensely adore hearing from you.

On to other news. I want to tell you about whats been going on the last couple of days, but I promised an overview of my day trip back home. So, to make a long story short, I had a lovely lunch with my Diddy, where he gave me a gorgeous pair of pink sapphire earrings (my fave) which I am wearing right now. I got in some heavy duty shopping time with some of my old buds, who I didn't realize I missed so much until we all fell in love with the same pair of pants (Typical. Trite, but typical). I hooked up with an ex-boyfriend, (disastrous as usual) and danced the night away, only to make it in time for my flight back.

A jolly good time, if I don't day so myself!

When I came back to my newly adopted city, I found, to my surprise, Sandra at home, actually waiting on me. She tried to give me a guilt trip about how worried she was, that I hadn't told her I was leaving, she couldn't get me on my cell, she almost called me father in duress..blah, blah, blah. I pointedly reminded her that she was the one who was always out, therefore there was no way, and really no need, for me to tell her where I was going; that I was only really gone for a day and a night, much longer than she had been MIA on countless occasions, and it really wasn't such a big deal; that I had changed my cell phone number two months ago and she should really update her phonebook. She calmed down, gave me a hug, told me she had ditched Romeo, she had a fall out with her parents and that she really liked my nail color.

We talked, exchanged gossip, and generally fell back into our normal, comfortable mode. Then she told me she got me a present. She took me into her room, and made me lay down on her bed, which was covered in some extremely luxurious bazillion count bedsheets. She told me she got it exported from some city, in some country I had never even heard of. Not that I was listening, cause I was reveling in that comfy paradise. Then she showed me some sexy lingerie that matched the bedsheets that she had specifically shopped for, in hopes of luring some unsuspecting gentleman into her room one night. Again, I was hardly listening. Then she pulled out my present, a pair of slippers, that she bought while shopping for her matching lingerie. I was dismayed and a bit annoyed, cause I know how the slippers linked to the bedsheets, but why, oh why, did she need to go through all this tempting to simply hand me a pair of slippers? She then proceeded to tell me that she bought the slippers, cause they would match my new BAZILLION COUNT BEDSHEETS! Yippee. I have them on my bed right now, and I must tell you, if you haven't slept on these, then you don't know what you're missing.

Diddy and I didn't really stuff like this in our home. Our home in the city was spacious and wonderful but not ostentatious. It was filled with nice, but practical furniture, and we slept on mass manufactured sheets. I have made a mental note to send Diddy a set of these, he does not particularly appreciate excess, but I there's no way he wouldn't like these.

I've written so much and haven't even mentioned all the other fun stuff I did. Hopefully I'll get around to it in due time.

Ciao for now.

Holly.Would.You.Learn.Some.Manners?

The city was wonderful yesterday. I had a purr-fect day (why the cat reference?, I don't know).

I was expecting Diddy to pick me up from the airport, but when I landed, I got a call from him saying that he couldn't make it, but he would send a car. We were going to meet later on for lunch.

No problem. It was actually really nice to see my hometown by myself, and reacquaint myself with all that is already so familiar to me. It's only been a month since I've gone back. Rita pampered me so well at the salon. She's the best, she's in her late 30's and single, and seems to lead the life of Samantha a la Sex in the City. Our meetings always include a detailed blow by blow of her latest sexual exploits. When Rita starts talking, I can't get a word in edgewise. Anyways, something really juicy happened at the salon.

Rita had just finished with my hair and was escorting me to get my nails done. At that moment, a well known actress walks in, lets call her JA, that should be easy enough, without me giving it away ; ) Any who, she walks in with these huge sunglasses, and an adorable little black puppy in her hands. I presume it was her own little pup, but for some reason she was very angry or upset with it and immediately dropped him to the ground upon entering the salon. Cut to me: by that time I was already seated and had lost my view of the starlet. The nail area is partially obstructed from the receptionist area. So I scooted over a little bit and got a prime view through the reflection from the mirror. Lucy, the nail tech, gave me a knowing smile, there was an aura in the air. Shit was about to go down. I've heard rumors about JA and her bitchy attitude around town. She took of her sunglasses to reveal red bloodshot eyes, either she was hungover, or had been crying profusely, or perhaps a combination of both.

Anyways she heads over to the receptionist desk, or ask they call it "Check In." Her puppy, who is not on a leash by the way, is running circles around her, like he was on speed or something; God bless the poor fellow, he managed not to make a peep. Now, this salon has a lot of wealthy clientele, and its not unusual to see a celebrity frequenting the place. So when JA walked in, no one was particularly tripping over themselves to welcome her in. I guess that got her mad. She waltzes over to the desk, and tells the lady, with an irritated sigh:

JA: Who's taking care of me?

Receptionist: (With a stiff smile) Good morning ma'am. Someone will help you right way. (She was helping an elderly lady pay, or "check out")

JA: I don't have much time so make it quick

The receptionist is wearing one of those Madonna like microphone/headpone walkie-talkie things, and apparently she calls one of her associates over. The lady comes shortly, they exchange a few words. In the meantime, JA has let her hair down from an unruly updo, and is talking to someone on the phone.

Receptionist 2: Good morning ma'am, How can we be of your assistance today.

JA: (Rolls her eyes and bids adieu to the person on the phone. Walks over to the receptionist) Its about time (under her breath)

R2: Yes ma'am.

JA: I've been waiting for like 10 minutes (It's been no more than 60 seconds)

R2: Excuse me ma'am, I do apologize. Do you have an appointment this morning?

JA: (Irritated) Uh, yeah

R2: Name please?

JA: Ummm, J (She says her first name in a tone that can't hide her surprise, How could this woman not know her name..LoL)

R2: Thank you, last name please? (She seems a little confused, and is tapping away on her computer)

JA: A! (This time she's ticked) Unbelievable!

R2: Ms. A, we are not showing an appointment for you. Umm I-

JA: What the fuck? I've been here for 20 minutes, and now you can't find my appointment? This is the worst service I've ever received. You'd better check that again, I can't believe you people.

R2: Excuse me ma'am. Let me double-check that.

JA; Triple check that, I don't give a shit. I am only here till 4 oclock-(she stops, her dog is biting on the leg of her jeans) GET OFF ME! (she kicks her leg violently, the small puppy literally flies off) SHIT!

The receptionist is trying to keep her composure and is still clicking away on her computer, she starts talking to someone on her microphone/headphone Madonna like walkie-talkie thing. JA calms down a bit and walks over to the receptionist:

JA: Look, I don't have time for this. I am flying out soon, I have interviews, I have a show to do. I can't wait here. You find someone to take care of me.

R2: (Clears her throat) Excuse me, let me see what I can do (she walks away)

JA is pissed. She gets on her phone and calls someone else. She starts yelling obscenities. I feel bad for whoever it was that forgot to make her appointment. Oh boy, will they get it. Anyways, the receptionist comes back, says she was able to get someone to help JA, sorry for the inconvenience. JA still bitches, says that is not who she usually sees. She also swears that the owner will hear from her, she spends good money here, they should be taking care of her for free, etc. etc. The usual ramblings of the under talented and overpaid. I've seen so many celebrities act like this, particularly the young females, as though they are entitled to something. Why do they think that the rules don't apply to them? This is a busy, popular salon, everyone makes an appointment.

Seeing these people teaches me a lot about life. I'm fortunate, I know, but I make it a point to never, ever act like that...I leave Rita, Lucy and the sweet boy who washed my hair a big tip. It was the least I could do...

More on the trip later..

Senior.Snore

My Diddy told me that when I was a little, I used to sleep like baby when I was flying. I still love sleeping on plane trips. There's nothing else to do with the time, I can't paint my nails (something about it being combustible?) or call a friend. Some airlines have little TV's behind the seats, but still, that's rare.

Right now, I would like to fall asleep. I spent last night, blogging, watching IFC and eating Taro Chips. I can still get in a good thirty minutes of rest. But the gentleman sitting next to me is not only snoring and drooling, but he is also doing that disgusting head nod thing where he briefly falls so deep into slumber that his entire head falls over to my side until he has this brief spasm, and its upright again, only to fall back into my territory a few minutes later. He's disgusting me. There are two other people in our cabin, from where I can see, that are sleeping on the plane too. But they are much more civilized, their seats are reclined, with footrests up and they aren't making a peep.

If he keeps this up, I'm going to open up a bottle of nail polish and leave it on his tray table.

Wish me luck at home with Diddy!

Manic.Cure

There's a lot of things that a girl worries about when she moves. Where will she live? Who will she know? How will she get around? But the most mind boggling of which, who's gonna do her mani, pedi and hair?

Most females will agree, when you're in a new city, even on vacation, and need someone to touch up your polish, give you a trim, or wax your eyebrows, who can you trust? Most women pride themselves on their looks, and work hard on maintaining them. Almost all exclusively go to the same person time after time, to ensure a job well done. Men can relate too, I've known guys that have stayed with their barber longer than they stayed with their wives.

With that said, I've let my roots grow and my nails chip. The other day as I was waking up, Sandra told me that I bared resemblance to Salma Hayek. I thought that was a nice way for her to cheer me up, knowing that I was in need of maintenance. Then she slyly added, Salma Hayek playing Frida.

My mother tried to get me to go to her people, she said they were great, and even styled for the local news anchors. They might suit me perfect, if I was looking for a bobcut with bouncy bangs. *Cringe*

Thus, I have decided to fly back home, and go to the people I trust. I have no other choice. So I'm thinking about asking Rita, my stylist to move down here with me, or, you know, suggest a reputable place down here. I called Diddy and he'll be there for the day. He was uber excited to see me. We're going to have lunch at my favorite restaurant after my appointment with Rita (who, by the way, only gave me an appt. after I told her it was an emergency, and mentioned the Frida comment)

I must admit, I'm kinda looking forward to it. I worked so hard to get here, but I can't wait to go back.

Maybe I'll drop a line when I'm in the plane.

Oops.I.Did.It.Again

There was a detail I left out in my post yesterday. Before my meal with Yuli, I had a little bit of time on my hands, and seeing as the restaurant was conveniently located in the mall (as was the movie theater) I decided to do some shopping...

Let me take this time to make a confession. My name is Bella, and I'm a shopaholic. Up until now, there wasn't a damn thing wrong with that. Diddy would actually encourage me to shop, I think he loved to spoil me, since there was no one else in our lives. Besides, he loved my creative style and said that some of my outfits were inspirations for his designs.

Actually, fashion inspires Diddy a lot. Before I was old enough to tie my shoelaces, I remember going to runway fashion shows with Diddy. We frequented lots of them; the big fashion houses like Dior, Pucci, Armani, Prada, etc. but also the up and comings, Krizia, Sarli, and one of my favorites, Etro. He made it a point to keep up to date with the latest fashions, and wanted his shoes to compliment, sometimes even supplement the styles. I think that's why he's been so successful.

But those days are over (not really, though, I still go to the shows and just enjoyed NY Fashion Week ). I am trying to be an independent woman, relying on my Diddy for nothing more than the bare necessities. I like to think my new Ferragamo tote was a necessity, lets be honest, I couldn't live without it. I also picked up a few other things. I spent about $2600. That's not bad for me, and I only hit one store (a department store at that, which I usually despise) but I am trying not to do things like this. I'm supposed to be in-de-pen-dant!

It doesn't make much of a difference anyways, Diddy has never seen a single one of credit card statements, and I never made any promises to his accountant...

Lights.Camera.Action

Last night, before I went to bed, I politely declined an offer from mommy dearest to attend a brunch with her ghastly neighbor. I told her I had plans, which of course, I didn't. Sandra is barely here, she usually sleeps over her guy friends place, who she, by the way, "isn't in a relationship with," or flies back home to help her parents. She manages a small division in her parents company, which, if you ask me, is an excuse for them to keep her in the loop. I think that is the only way they will keep funding her, and I believe they are trying to teach her some type of work ethic. She's also enrolled in a design school down here, although I have no idea if she even attends class. She says she expects to be home (that's in our apartment) more often in the near future, and all this back and forth has to do with settling in. I think she's gonna ditch the company title position, and become a live-in with Romeo. I still love the girl, she's one of the smartest chics I know, although I may not have done her any justice with this post. But I digress...So, I am on my own today, and in no position to decline an invitation.

Therefore, I make the decision to get out today instead of staying home and using the caller ID to screen calls so I don't pick by mistake if my mother calls. Then there's the problem of what to do. So I scan the local paper, and come across (bum-pa-dum) the local movie listings!

And I decide that I am going to do something that I've never done before. At this point your thinking, this girl CANNOT be for real if she hasn't been to a movie theater before. What kind of a sheltered freak is she? But you're wrong, because I have been to the movies countless times. As a matter of fact, there is the wonderful independent theater that I frequented back home, where I've enjoyed several films. But this time, with a day to burn, I was going to movie hopping. I wanted to be a rebel, I wanted to see more than one film, while only paying the cost of a single. I was going to sneak into multiple theaters, and watch movies back-to-back-to-back. I even had the whole thing set up with the movie timings, I had a schedule!

So I saw my first movie, The Forgotten, which was kinda scary, and not so scary in the other hand. And I was on my way to movie number two when I discovered that it was on the other side of the theater, where I needed an accurate ticket stub to get in. A sheer conspiracy against movie hoppers throughout the country! So I had to change around my showtimes a bit, and waste some time between the bathroom and concession stand (where I easily spent more money than a movie ticket would cost on uneaten popcorn and soda) until the next movie. I managed to sneak into two more movies. Until...I got caught!

It was the most embarrassing thing ever. The manager of the theater approached me after I was leaving the second movie and asked to see my ticket stub, I faked and looked frantically around my purse and confessed that I had lost it. Apparently, on a weekday and during the afternoon/early evening hours there are very few movie-goers, and my 6 hour-long presence was noticed. This really sucked for me because I truly thought I would be arrested, and not only that but my head was hurting and I decided that club hopping, not movie hopping, was better suited for me. Just when I though I was in for it, Mike the manager pulled the most adorable grin, and gave me three free movie passes. He also said that he liked my purse, and wouldn't I drop by sometime or give him a call on the (his number was on the back of the movie passes).

I ended the day with an early dinner with my old friend Yuli. Yuli's quite the character. He loved the movie hopping story. He was especially interested in the part about Mike the Manager. He wanted to know if he could have Mike's number too.

Oh Yuli, Yuli...

Food.Water.Shelter

Sandra and I have moved into our apartment. It's really beautiful, our Realtor, Randy, helped us find it.

I think Randy knows Sandra's father, because he sort of came from no where, and found us the perfect apartment. We were looking for weeks with no luck, and it was sort of like magic when we got a call from Randy who wanted to show us this place he though we would like. I don't think it was luck. we suspected it was one of our parentals, and when I casually dropped Diddy's name in a shopping dialogue, Randy didn't even flinch and probably dismissed it as girl talk.

Anyways, after moving, we've referred to them as our guardian angels, because they are always there looking over us. And its neat, but its also a pain in the ass. But I'm not complaining. This means we finally got to move out of my mom's place (a half an hour away from our new apartment). Another reason why I think the angels are behind this one is because Randy also found us a furnished place. It's done in a mostly contemporary style with clean lines and vibrant colors. That's more of Sandra's style, but I like it okay. But I plan on revamping my room with stuff that is more me, and lots of lavenders! It is also right on the beach, which is gorgeous. We are on the 15th floor and we have a great view from most of the rooms. The only downside is that it is almost an hour away from Sandra's design school. But she's been driving a lot longer than I have, and so far, she says she doesn't mind it. The other small thing is that we would never be able to afford it without the help of the angels, seeing as neither of us are generating any sort of income. But there's no way around that one, and Diddy doesn't mind, in fact he prefers it.

I also went to Disneyland today...well, it wasn't really Disneyland, I am actually referring to the phenomenon called Wal-Mart. There are lots of similarities; an overwhelming structure, lots of screaming unsupervised children, long lines, tons of souvenirs and goofy employees. I had never been to a Wal-Mart until I moved here. So you can imagine how I was completely taken aback, it was like I walked into a big square vault. I can see why so many people are opposed to big corporate business taking over America; it's a cultural wasteland, but I found the funkiest flip flops for only 2 bucks. And that, my friend is genius.

Another exciting thing I did today was eat a Lean Pocket which is comparable to some of the best gourmet foods I've eaten at any restaurant.

Plastic flip-flops and processed foods, I feel like a Queen!

Humble.Beginnings

This blog is meant to be a chronicle of what I consider, the beginnings of my adult life. I am the daughter of a wealthy designer in the footwear industry. I have spent most of life under the nurture and care of my dear father, who has provided the best in life for me. However, upon turning 21, I have made the difficult decision of moving out on my own.

Along with me is my closest friend, Sandra, 25, also what you could call an heiress, but a smart and beautiful woman.

I have moved to a city which is miles away from where I grew up and from my father (whom I call Diddy).

At this point, everything is crazy, I am ready to drop the facade, and begin my life without the shield of my father protecting me.

Perhaps through my posts you will learn a little bit about me, but truly this is an attempt for me to find the complete Bella.