I am the RTA Paris Hilton, baby.

"Joel, you know so many people! You're like... The RTA Paris Hilton!"

The following magnificent quote is from my closest residence homedawg, Ashley Jane. So funny, don't you think? It was something I enjoyed quite a bit.


So, many things have happened since Sunday. Monday was pretty crazy, as I had lotsss of shit to do. I went to the gym, did my radio show, did lecture from 1-2:30, filmed @ 6, and did VoicePrint for an hour. An extremely busy day, mofos.


Tuesday was... Different as well. This entire week has been rather different, to be honest. Brock left me some crazy note under my door, and then RickBob TightPants decided to postpone his class until 10:15. So from 10:15 - 11 and then 11-1 I had class, after which I did lunch and then went to the RCC to do my online quiz with my fantastic four. (Carling, Annie, Brock and I. We're the super-young and super-fantastic homies.)


I then went downstairs to slave away on my EFP project with my group. HOWEVER! Upon coming back to my room, I decided to leave a message with my agency. Later on that evening, they called me back: They want to sign me.


The only thing that sucks is that I'm apparantly too tall for runway or high fashion modelling. The ideal is between 6"0 and 6"2, and I'm 6"3. Fack. However, they want to sign me for their Film/TV Entertainment division, so I'm rather excited for that. Granted, I'm not signing the contract tomorrow, I'm just asking for a copy of the contract.


Right, so that was... Tuesday. Today was intense, I woke up at 8:20 and worked out the hardest I've ever worked out at the RAC. I then proceeded to walk to Elite Models with Heather, my new-found love on floor eight. Well one of them, as I've had a love-affair with that floor recently. Anyway, Heather's apparantly too short, and I'm too tall. Great.


That's OK, however. My optimism will pull me through. Tomorrow I'm visiting my agency @ 3:30, and that's all we need to know.


I'm actually exhausted, so that's enough for now. Just... Enjoy everything, I am.


Oh, and HELLO, FEBRUARY!


And Happy Groundhog Day!


Yours, and almost famous,


Joel