Shit. I’m long overdue for an update!

4/6: First off, my photoshoot with theSTART was AWESOME x 100000000000!!! It was my first time doing this for a band (previously, the only shoots I’ve styled for have been for my friend Patrick soybaby), so I was nervous as fuck. I spent a good portion of the day begging Kevin to leave work early and come with me because I was so scared. He finally agreed, so I picked him up and we headed off to meet the band and the photographers, Trish and Steve, at the Tritan Hotel in SF. I wasn’t really that prepared. I had only made 5 tops for Aimee, cuz they had been pretty stubborn about giving me her measurements so I didn’t have much to work with. When she first walked into the room, I was like WOW! It’s weird cuz when you see pictures of her, you think, “Yeah, she’s pretty.” But when you actually meet her and see her up close in person, she’s such a knockout!! Photos do her no justice, really. She’s beautiful. And SOOOO nice! She shook my hand and was very friendly. Of the five tops I made, she only liked these:

They looked good on her! I was happy. And everyone in the band was extremely sweet and funny. Not a trace of shitty Hollywood attitude! At first, I was very obviously nervous about being there. But Aimee said, “Hey! No need to feel weird. You’re not the only Amy in the room!” She’s so rad. Everyone was drinking, and after a few beers and glasses of wine, I was finally relaxed and having a ton of fun.

I brought my camera, but I’m kinda bummed that I didn’t get to take any pictures on it. They were pretty much shooting nonstop, and I didn’t wanna butt in and say, “WAIT! Can I jump in real quick and get a picture with Aimee on my own camera?” But I did take this one cute picture of photographer booty hanging out of the window of the 5th floor hotel room. The band was posing on the fire escape, and the pics came out GORGEOUS (but I’m not allowed to post them here cuz technically they are not my property. Boo!)

Oh what the hell. I’m going to be a thief and steal some photos anyway, just to show you Aimee in the two tops. Sorry for the cheesy Shrinkle logos, but the photographers and record label will have my head if these pics end up all over the internet.

Isn’t she cute? Okay, some of you have written to me asking for “theStart” gossip. I am so boring, I didn’t manage to get any gossip. During breaks, I mostly only hung out with Eric. And the only gossip I learned is that he had laser eye surgery, highly recommends it, and that his wife is really young and pretty. That’s all. Sorry.

At the end of the shoot, Trish and Steve took this picture of me and Aimee:

That’s me all dorked out on zero hours of sleep and barely any makeup. If you look closely you might even be able to see my cold sore, haha. So that was that. They’re good people, and I nominate them WORLD’S SWEETEST BAND.

This entry is very long…

1. This morning I was checking my e-mail and a booger fell out of my nose and landed on the keyboard. It is now stuck between the T key and the Y key, but I don’t know how to get it out so I’ll probably make Kevin do it when he gets home from work.

2. My house is a mess and that’s okay, but I cannot sleep unless the blankets on my bed are PERFECTLY SQUARE. This means that all four corners of the blanket must match the four corners of the bed and there be no wrinkles or folds anywhere. It also can’t hang off one side of the bed more than the other side. IT MUST BE PERFECTLY SQUARE.

3. I once stole 5 cents from a pasty white kid named Cyrus. I couldn’t help myself–it was just sitting in his crayon box waiting to be stolen. I was only 6 years old though, give me a break. This is my first time confessing, and I just realized that I still feel kinda bad.

4. My biggest fear in the world which I’ve had since childhood is that someday I might get a papercut on my eyeball.

5. There was this thing on Dateline NBC or something about how after 5 years, 10% of your pillow’s weight is poo from dust mites. My pillow is 23 years old. Do the math.

Now post an entry in your journal with 5 things no one knows about you.

***********EDIT************* PLEASE DON’T POST ANYMORE EYEBALL HORROR STORIES IN MY JOURNAL; THEY ARE REALLY GROSS!!!!