California Connection asked this question after I showed her my newly formed blog. Figured I'd give everyone a heads up..
Meet Smaug!
Smaug is a fictional character in The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkein. I must say the resemblance is uncanny! Tahaha, actually... I have been christened with the nickname Smaug because of my fiery temper. Indeed, I breathe flames when angered.
Besides our shared dashing good looks, we both share an intense adoration for things that we love. Smaug, if you recall, was intimately familiar with every last item in his horde. So much so that he noticed that a relatively unimportant cup was thieved by a certain Bilbo Baggins. Indeed, I treat people, objects, feelings like little gems. *Hint hint! Reference to my Blog Title!! ;)*
Smaug also has exceptional eyesight and an incredibly acute sense of smell. Both of which, I actually lack. I'm pretty much blind without my glasses, and I never seem to smell things, unless it's food. Which is the next point that Smaugy and I have in common. Oh, our love for food! Now, I've always believed that I could tuck food away, that I could hold my own when eating with the bois. But, I found out recently that I actually cannot eat as much as I thought. Indeed, California Connection out-eats me, out-hungers me, and generally embarrasses the hell out of me with anything related to food. I once tried to match her in the amount of meals she eats in a day. 5, count it, 5! And these aren't small meals, mind you, they are healthy sized portions! And I failed. I mean, I didn't fail... I definitely ate it all, did a little complaining and had a little tummy-aching along the way, but I matched her.
And was miserable for the entirety of the next day.
Oh, one can only hope.... :)
Anyways, that's it for now. I'm actually super exhausted :/ Had a photo shoot today, then drove to A-weird-town to visit my BFFFFF, Goblin. So, so good to see her. It's like that feeling of coming home after a long journey. I mean, damn, 3 hours in a car with just me, myself, and I was enough to drive me batty. I mean, it might have been my incredibly awesome hair stylist's obsession with hair spray. I'm talking CANS of hairspray. And, I'm talking about to start shooting and then interjection by the stylists saying, no, no! Whispys! :/ But yeah, I was definitely going a little insane. I'm also a little sore. My photographer and I really pushed the limits, doing out of the box poses, couture-esque modeling sets, and it was SO much fun. But oh, the ab work outs.. And my legs! Every pair of heels I wore were at least 4 and 1/2 inches. Ahhh, modeling. Beauty is pain, no?
Anyways, that's it for now.. up next, maybe a little Japanese loving? :):)
