Dear friend with whom I'll be attending an anime convention this weekend,

I don't understand your frustration. So the event you were planning on attending starts at 10 instead of 9. You're like "OMG RAGE~~ It's so hard planning for things when we aren't given the right times!!"

Umm... You were still supposed to be there at 9 to help with prepartion, no? Instead of thinking, you're whining that you'll have to replan your day. I thought maybe something drastic changed so I ask what your day will look like now. I facepalmed when you replied. Pretty much everything is the same. What you wear is the same. What you intended to do is the same except for one additional step.

So, dear friend, where's the re-planning? What changed, really?

I don't understand your rage. I'm really hoping it's just you being tired/stressed and therefore cranky.


I just wish you'd think a bit before you write stuff and confuse me. (I wish you read things properly as well but I already covered that in a another letter.)


Your concerned friend,
me




Dear other friend who is running said event,

Um... you chose a really bad time slot for the event and you're surprised that it conflicts with a major event?

I knew (well 90%) it was going to conflict knowing the day and time of your event. You had a choice. You could've chosen the later timeslot but you chose a prime-time slot and that's really risky. And you're angry with the staff?

Really, you just brought it upon yourself. :/

Your unsympathetic friend,
me

Dear soon-to-be-ex-boyfriend,

Get a job or get the fuck out, kay thanks.

Absolutely fed up with you,
</3 me

1. Hanging with Nerissa and Michael!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2. Zucchini bread and Notting hill at the Big House
3. Christmas decorating with Kywar
4. Delicious dinnermade by Jordi and Hannah
5. Learning to look at life and priorities differently and not stress so much
6. Awesome plays and comedy at Fairhaven

An interview with 'America's Next Top Model's' Erin Wagner
By Paige Wiser

Now that "America's Next Top Model" is in its 13th cycle, there are only so many ways to keep the concept fresh. Making the girls pose as circus animals? Done. Including a transgendered beauty named Isis? Done. Shaving the models' heads? Done to death.

So this time around, Tyra Banks lowered her standards. Literally. Only candidates 5-foot-7 and shorter were allowed to audition, whereas most runway models are 5-foot-10 or statuesquer. It gave 5-foot-6 Erin Wagner of Spring Grove the chance to try for a career as a petite model. And now that the competition is down to just four girls, Erin is emerging as the closest thing to a villain the producers can come up with.

"I know I came off as bratty, but it's reality TV so I've accepted my edit," says Erin. "Everyone watching should just keep in mind, what you see is not necessarily what you get."

The accused "modzilla" clarifies some of her more scandalous moments.
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From modeling to remodeling

By Scott Tady, Beaver County Times, Pa.

Nov. 15--Beaver County's reality-television sweetheart has found a new TV gig.

Joanie Dodds -- who'd you think I meant? -- will co-host "Run My Renovation," a home-improvement show on the DIY network.

"We just started filming, so it won't be on TV until like January or so," Dodds, formerly of Patterson Township, said. "It films in Knoxville, Tennessee, about every other week, so I'm on the road a lot but it's a super fun experience and I'm learning so much. I even get to drive a big red pickup truck."

Doesn't take much to please the former "America's Next Top Model" runner-up, eh?

Since her appearance on that CW program, Dodds, 28, has become a pro model, spending a few months this year in Italy's fashion mecca, Milan.

But a steady job as a TV show hostess is a bigger deal, even if on a network like DIY, which people with basic cable or standard satellite service can't get without an upgrade.

"I just hope that this is the beginning of an empire for me and I am the next Pam Anderson-Martha Stewart hybrid," Dodds said with a laugh. "I'm going for sexy mogul."

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Dear N (let's get this over with),

I know what you're doing. And you know what, I'm flattered, but I told you- in our backwards, euphemism-soaked, awkward way- that it wasn't happening. That I had "retired" from the "thumbwrestling scene" in pursuit of "other goals". You were the one who said "never again," hon, not me, but you know what? I'm perfectly good with never again.

When you sat down on the porch with us, your gaze immediately dropped to my hand. But I wasn't wearing my puzzle ring- I was wearing my gold rings, as I told you I often do. Your jaw clenched a bit, you fidgeted in your seat, began bouncing your knees with pent up energy. You seemed legitimately upset. Did you expect different? Did you expect I would wear that damn puzzle ring, that I would put it on knowing you'd recognize it as a sign of my stupid attraction to you? I don't think I'll ever stop being attracted to you- but I certainly don't want you.

You showed us a song you wrote, and it seemed like some sort of complicated love song. You avoided my eye. Don't fuck with my mind, Nick. I'm not dealing with it anymore; I'm not falling for your stupid games. I don't know what you were trying to do, talking to me so long Thursday night (the only allusion to which you made when we were on the porch was to take advantage of Cait's asking what time it was in our supposed time-telling duel), but I'm not going to believe that it's because after all these months you've finally come around and have fallen in love with me and want to be with me evermore. Bullshit, honey; no matter how much work you put into it, I'm not sleeping with you.

This is the most to-you letter I've ever written you. Past letters have been to a hypothetical Nick, but this- I feel like I'm saying this directly to you, the real you, the one sitting on the porch at this moment. And you know what?

This is me rejecting you for once, and it feels damn good.

Sam.



Dear C,

Girlfriend, huh?

Let's hold off on facebook statuses and the like for now, because it's pretty soon yet- but I like being called your girlfriend.

I liked this whole weekend.

I really liked this whole weekend.

S.


Dear Biff,

Haaaa, thanks.

Beachcliff.





Dear Me,

I am so damn proud of you. You stood at your mirror, getting dressed to go home, and put on your purple checked shirt. That shirt, generally, requires your purple necklace- which has silver charms. You picked up the ring, stared at it, frowned at it, chewed your lip for a bit. You looped together the rings, but set it down, still frowning.

And then, out of habit, you picked up your gold necklace and tossed it on, slipping on the gold rings in nearly the same moment. Before you even knew what you had done, you had made your choice. It was the right one; you tossed the puzzle ring back in your jewelry tray, decided to call it a loss on matching your jewelry to your clothes, and that was it.

You chose Colin over Nick, even with that temptation.

You probably won't tell him any of this, at least not for a long time, but that was just it. Right there. That was fucking beautiful, just beautiful. You did it. The last month wasn't you kidding yourself at all; you really are over him. My God, woman, you did good.

You.

I'm actually looking forward to work in the morning :)

Dear TLC.

Just, stop, please. Not one is there one show about little people, there are THREE. I get Little People, Big World, hell, I even like it. I was ok with The Little Couple, although it's not really something the world need to know about, but now, now ANOTHER ONE. Ok, two little people had a baby, it fucking happens! It's really not worth making a fucking show about.

Speaking of babies.
John and Kate plus 8, 18 kids and counting, and Table for 12, are you fucking serious? I just.. I don't even know what to say. You used to have shows, that, yknow, were about LEARING, like what you're name states. It's been so long, I don't even remember what shows used to be on. I don't think I'd give two shits if every single one of your shows was cancelled. I really don't.

Pouff

P.S. Ok, occasionally you have good shows, like info on Brittany and Abby.. but, they're few and far.

Dear Fingers.

Plleaseeee stop itching :( Stop peeling for no reason, it hurts and makes things rather difficult.

Much love,
You're owner.

Dear Boss.
When you hired me, I was told I'd be getting three, maybe 4 days a week. Not one. It's fucking bull shit. I know that you can afford to pay me. You'd need to sell two, maybe 3 cakes a day, in order to pay me for one days work. and those are our smallest cakes. I don't know why you're not having me in, when everyone else is saying they don't have enough time to get things done. I CAN GET THOSE THINGS DONE.

I'm getting another job, so give me a fucking schedual, please and thanks.

Some love, because the job is sweet.

A loyal and learning cake decorator.

Dear parents,

Thank you.

Thank you for treating me as an equal. Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for respecting me. Thank you for being proud of me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for being there. Thank you for being wonderful parents.

Thank you for not being like so many other crappy parents. Everytime a friend complains about the unfairness of their parents, it always makes me thankful that you're not like that. I love you guys, so much. Yeah, sometimes we fight, but we always make up/apologize for it and move on (=

I'm thankful that we can move on and work with our differences. Yeah, dad and I have a harder time with it sometimes, but, hey, it doesn't make us love each other any less.

Thank you. For being you.

I love you mom.
I love you dad.

Thank you for being my parents and raising me with love and care.

I love you.

with love,
your one and only daughter

Dear A,
Thanks for making me realize you can't always get what you want.
Fuck you very much, but thanks for opening my eyes.

Love Always,
K
Ps. I'm going to cheerfully pretend like absolutely nothing ever happened, because you don't deserve the acknowledgement. Have fun being a cheating whore. :)

Dear World,
It's amazing what your friends, Taylor Swift, a notebook, and just a tiny bit of dancing can fix.
Love Always,
kitsuko_san

Dear Anyone,

I wish, that I had one good friend.

Someone I could hang out with outside of school.

Someone who didn't lie, didn't go behind my back and talk about me, someone who just acted like a real friend.

I don't have that with anyone.

Or, I wish I had a boyfriend right now.

Well, I guess I shouldn't say that. I wish I was with a cute boy whom I like. There are guys that will date me, but aren't my type.

I just wish that things were different.

I don't know if he is the right guy, and every day I doubt it more. And I hardly speak to him anyways.

So then I wonder, when will the right one show up?

I can only hope.

~D


C,

I wish you would IM me...

~D

Today I realized...

... that I just made the biggest decision of my life thus far. I just submitted my application for college, and it's scary.

... that my 9 year old cousin is more mature than my mother.

... that there is something missing in my life, and I don't know what it is yet.

Stanford waitress does Ky. proud on 'Top Model'
Laura Kirkpatrick is a finalist on CW show

By Mary Meehan

On Wednesday night's episode of America's Next Top Model, finalist Laura Kirkpatrick channels Pele, the Hawaiian goddess of volcanoes.

A waitress from Stanford (population 3,399) is making Kentucky proud as one of four finalists on America's Next Top Model.

Laura Kirkpatrick, 19, made an immediate impression during casting for The CW's hit reality competition by describing in some detail how to castrate a bull (squeeze, twist and slash).

She has gone on to produce consistently good photos on the fashion modeling contest and showcase her Southern charm. The judges, including show creator Tyra Banks, sometimes seem a little surprised at the sophistication of the blonde beauty with a truly country twang. This in spite of the fact that another Kentucky woman, Celia Ammerman, originally from Cynthiana, placed in the final four on Top Model last season.

Kirkpatrick, who is 5 feet, 6 inches tall, competes against other petite models in Cycle 13, where the hook is that all the women are shorter than 5-foot-7.

The buzz around Stanford is that Kirkpatrick took the top prize, but The CW won't tell and Kirkpatrick is not allowed to say until after the finale, scheduled to air Nov. 18.

But she can answer some questions via e-mail. Here's Kirkpatrick's take on sweet tea, life on the show and her grandma's love of sexy clothing.
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Whitney Thompson Launches Supermodel Line of Candles & Jewelry

JACKSONVILLE, Fla. -- Whitney Thompson is back home in Neptune Beach. As much as she's taking a breather with her family and close friends, she's still business.

In fact, America's Next Top Model is starting a business.

Thompson plans to sell a line of jewelry and scented candles. The wax from the candles can be used as a massage moisturizer. The new adventure is very personal.

"My designs, my candles, my jewelry, all of it is 100 percent me," said Thompson, from the comfort of Jaffi's, the boutique in Neptune Beach where her modeling career began.

The candles come in a variety of scents. The names read like her monthly travel itinerary: Hong Kong Blossoms; London Hot Tea and Ginger; Los Angeles Lilly; Milan Melon; Paris and Berries; and Central Park.

Oh, and there's also a candle called Boyfriend's Shirt. Thompson says it's something that the man in your life might like.

The man in her life goes to Jacksonville University. His name is Logan Chipperfield. He's a punter. Even ESPN is tracking his stats.

Most of the products are made on the First Coast. The jewelry is made by hand by a friend in Tennessee. Everything goes through her.

"Everything is literally touched by my hands," said Thompson. "It's all me. They're my babies. I love them."
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