tacky to the max

So this week's experience was not so great. I've been doing overtime at my job and I'm trying to move into my new apartment. The pageant's got all these requirements like dresses and shoes and earrings, etc...

I show up and they're running 45 minutes late for their individual appointments. My formal dress is too big and short. No big, I can get it altered easily, but the length? They suggested beading. Um...ew tacky to the max. I'm not going to run a beautiful dress to make it 2 inches longer. Then with the talent, they can't mic a flute. All these problems. I don't really have time to take care of all this stuff. Especially because other girls aren't working full time and their parents are still supporting them. I'm not going to drop $45 on fake boobs.

I'm beginning to think that my initial suspicions were correct and that I really don't fit in, but also I know that I've yet again overloaded myself somehow.

I wish more hilarious things had happened. Well, there was a swan dress, but overall just me being pretty depressed about the whole thing and wishing I really hadn't done this thing.

But I'll post a video of my dance ;)

hehe

~Meems

I feel pretty, oh so pretty

So last week, on Wednesday, we had our photography session. It was at a studio in town and country mall, which apparently is very fancy now that they've torn down the old mall.

Anyway it was a "alvin gee" photography. Alvin Gee is a chinese guy who's a photographer, and a really good one too. The proofs are amazing! So I was really excited because I've been seeing chinese people in all kinds of roles, not just your typical engineering/medicine jobs like I'm used to. They like their jobs and they're unique and they had the support of their parents in ways I never had.

So I get there and I'm wisked away into a room where I'm made up and hair-sprayed. Seriously, helmet-like. Then the pageant ladies tell me my breasts look too voluptuous and I have to take off my bra. What kind of beauty pageant is this!?!?!?!

Then I'm interviewed for the chinese newspaper and news channel...in chinese...um yea...was not very prepared.

So then I show up on Sunday for the dance rehearsal. They had me strutting around in 4 inch heels for 3 hours. Not only did I work up a sweat, I worked out my obliques ;). So there are girls there with modeling experience, dancing experience and more. I'm the girl with programming experience, so naturally, I'm the only one flapping my arms and eating it.

We also started learning a dance. I don't dance. It's to All that Jazz. It's got some thigh rubbing a la the mean girls dance. I'm constantly confused by this pageant. Your boobs can't look good, but rub your thighs on stage? The dance is probably the most coordinated I've ever been in my life.

so here's hoping that I don't eat it next week when I'm decked out in my traditional garb.

see you next week :)

Part 1...it begins

Today, I had globs of makeup on. I couldn't get it off, so I enlisted the help of walgreen's baby oil. (Chemistry taught me that non-polar dissolves non-polar...please, I'm a nerd) So after much struggling, I finally began to look through my free swag. What's the first thing I pull out? Oh, that's right...MAKEUP REMOVER!!! FML

So today was the first of many pageant rehearsals. I headed over to a hair salon. I was really overwhelmed with everything. I just kept telling myself, "don't throw up." There was nutritionist (she also told me not to throw up, bulimia= bad), a skin care expert and finally an image consultant. When she started talking, I was pretty excited because I was going to get some much needed help in the appearances department. Soon though, it became clear to me that dressing well is totally like another job. Apparently, you're supposed to visit websites to see whats 'in,' and dress for your body type. Please, I have enough problems making sure my shirt doesn't have pit stains or eruption milkshakes (mmmm I love Katz). If anyone wants to take me shopping, let me know, I'm utterly lost.

Then there was make-up, hair and the swimsuit! So with regard to make-up, everything went pretty smoothly. I got some fake eyelashes and some pretty dramatic eyeshadow. E-mail me if you want a picture...I feel weird posting my face to the internet at large. I actually own everything on my face...shocking! I just wasn't applying it properly. Hair was another story. The stylist asked me why my hair was all one length...well its because I cut it myself. When she asked the last time I got it cut professionally, I said 2006 (yup, I know). She was shocked. And the swimsuit! You can take a look: (and yes, that is a zipper). Apparently we're going to take a trip to harwin where we can buy silicone breast enhancers, just like in miss congeniality. I'm pretty pysched about these babies :)

The girls that I met were really nice. I think I'm going to like them all. They are all really young though, most are just starting college. When they complain about being old, I kept thinking, you don't know the half of it. It's interesting though, they're all really excited to be going away to college. As a result, I don't always feel like I have a lot to talk to them about. Maybe I'm just being sensitive, but I'm the OLD MAID (literally).

I think this is an opportunity to stop dressing like a MAN! I'm not going to lie, this is making me feel self-conscious in ways I didn't know were possible. I'm usually pretty confident, except this is making me feel inadequate because I'm totally lost.

I'm supposed to watch this DVD of a past pageant...MOVIE NIGHT!!

~Hope I improve soon

It's very controversial

Hi everyone,

This is my blog, detailing the ins and outs of my Miss Chinatown Houston Pageant.

So I've been getting e-mails about the pageant and with each e-mail I'm feeling more and more like an outsider. What the hell are hot curlers?!?!?! Also, I'm not very good with the whole make-up/being girly thing. And not to be too cliche, but maybe this is a chance to prove I can hack it with the ladies (I know, I sound like a playa).

Today (if this sounds like this begins like an FML...you may be correct). So apparently there's a "swan dance" as the opening number (all you people missing the pageant must be crying with laughter right about now). We also had to get a dress for the number. So we all met at Forever 21 in Memorial City today. I definitely didn't know who I was looking for, and the coordinator wasn't picking up the phone, so I harassed anyone that looked Asian, "Excuse me, are you Linda, with Miss Chinatown Houston?" Yea...I may have stalked a woman briefly, her husband looked most concerned.

So I'm in the store early, looking for Linda (Clare's with me) and I see this hideous white dress. Yes, that's it in the picture. "Oh no Clare," I lament, "it better not be that one." It WAS!!! FML. Okay in all honesty, it actually looks pretty good and I definitely wouldn't have picked it off the shelf. Oh no...I've learned something already.

I hope all your summers are coming along nicely. I'm in the process of getting a place to live next year. I'm working at Rice and the commute from Katy is killing me.

Til next episode,

~Meems