"Mindy, did you put fake eyelashes on her?" Mindy, "No." Other girl "hmmm."

Well, apparently being nervous is not something my body is use to having to deal with as I was utterly exhausted last night and sound asleep by 10:15 pm. Yesterday, I worked for 7 1/2 hours on my first print photo shoot. I was hired as a print model for a new clothing line called Knucklehead, it will be entering college bookstores soon, such as Yale and other prestigious little spots.

I arrived to the Beverly Hills Penthouse for the photo shoot at 9:30 am. Where, my hair and makeup were done by Mindy, one of the Hannah Montana makeup artists, she did makeup for the backup dancers. She was super nice, very humble when talking about her career and just overall really sweet. I was hoping to navigate my way through the day by observing the real models and then just acting accordingly. However, perhaps for the soul reason of making life more interesting, I was chosen to go first in makeup and subsequently first in the photo shoot. I kept waiting for the nerves to subside, in acting I do not usually get nervous. I usually am just psyched and then if I happen to have any nerves they are mild and once I get on set/stage it is game time and they either completely disappear or are overshadowed by all of the other emotions etc. I knew I wasn't concealing my nerves well when a few of the crew mentioned that I was shy and they were sure I would probably talk more when I felt comfortable around the new people. That of course made me feel more nervous because I was obviously not being myself, as I have honestly Never in my life been described as shy, anyone who has ever met me can attest to that.

So, I fumbled my way through the first part of the shoot, I was way too body conscious, I kept waiting for that to go away, but it never did. I kept having to tell myself, they picked you, they saw your arms before they hired you... The fact that the only other female "model" was a size double zero (how is that even a size!), didn't really help with the whole feeling comfortable thing. I am not kidding when I say that in some of the pictures I look like I could just swallow her, weird expression I know.

Moving on, the toilets in the bathroom were so fancy that they did not make a single sound when flushing them. Not a single sound, I am not exaggerating here. The "flusher/handle" was a button on the side of the toilet and the first time I used the bathroom my mind was so clouded with other thoughts, I thought the toilet was broken and I pushed it three times.

At the end of the day, we did some publicity shots where we were placed as pairs or groups on couches and set up to look like we were studying or hanging out. Finally I felt a little better as I just pretended we were being filmed and came up with different poses etc. It was a lot more comfortable than just standing alone in front of a white background with 20 people starring at you as though you were a product.

What did I expect? I don't know.

Thankfully the crew and all of the people involved were very sweet and all of the problems I felt were things I created, so I am guessing that I will just probably not torture myself in this way again. Obviously I am only 5' 3" and comfortably do not have a stick figure physique for a reason.

On another note, Kelly and I went to see Juno the other night, I am a big fan and am looking forward to seeing the lead actress Ellen Page try her hand at another role. It was also one of the first movies I have been to in a long time that the whole audience reacted in audible unison throughout the whole film.