phone post.

  • Jan. 2nd, 2015 at 12:00 AM
[pose] she moves through moonbeams.

→ call
→ voice message

"Hi! You've reached Yamanaka Ino! I'm not answering my phone right now, obviously, so leave a message after the beep! I'll get back to you if you're worth it."

→ text message
→ picture message
→ email

info post.

  • Jan. 1st, 2015 at 12:00 AM
[pose] i covered you with silver leaves.
Name: Britt
Username: [info]smithereens / britt
Age: 21
AIM Screename: amomentalive

Character's Name: Yamanaka Ino
Character's Age: 20
Character's Model: Kamiki Aya
Year in School: 3rd Year / Junior
Major / Minor: Dramatic Arts / Psychology
Clubs / Activities / Job?: Associated Students Council (Vice President of University Affairs), Drama Club, whatever acting/modeling jobs she can get.

moar info under here. )


  • Nov. 22nd, 2009 at 3:26 PM
[pout] and all the toys that she had.
Five kg, he says. Two more weeks, he says, in that stupid naggy, nasally voice of his.

Well I'm working on it. Does he realize how hard it is for a person with my highly coveted thin-but-curvy body type to lose that kind of weight in that kind of time? It's not as easy as it looks, you know.

God, jamming a finger down your throat is so awkward. I swear, if I lose a cup size because of this, I'm making him pay for my boob job.

Alright, that's it. Sakura, we're going to Bangkok.


  • Oct. 21st, 2009 at 3:06 PM
[pose] countless lovers undercover.
Alright, you guys, I have a VERY IMPORTANT POLL FOR YOU ALL. This concerns like, my future and stuff, so I want your honest opinion.


What costume should I wear for Halloween?

a.) Slutty angel.

b.) Slutty princess.

c.) Slutty mermaid.

d.) Something a little more traditional, like a slutty maid or slutty nurse.

Go ahead. Cast your vote. And make it quick, because Halloween is coming up pretty soon and all, you know, and I don't want to be stuck with some lame costume I've worn before because all the good stuff is sold out.

Totally unrelated, but ugh, god, my back is killing me. Seriously, Shikamaru, this is all your fault.


  • Oct. 9th, 2009 at 3:34 PM
[omg] and all you know.
Well, since somebody is being an uncaring ass.

They--They turned me down. They gave the role to someone else, to some skinny little bitch with bangs who went all, oh, thank you! I'm so happy! All modest and stuff.

Like anybody believes that. I bet she had her nose up the casting director's ass before I even got there. Or her mouth on his dick.

Ugh, it was such a good part too. Everybody loves a hooker with a heart of gold, right? Everybody. But noooooo, they said I wasn't giving myself to the character. I was too afraid to go all out.

WHICH SO ISN'T TRUE. Jerks. Dickheads. ASSHOLES. Like I've ever been afraid of anything.


That's it. Where's the pudding.


  • Sep. 26th, 2009 at 6:09 PM
[cute]  with your eyes so sweetly.
So I think it's safe to say that that was like, the best birthday ever.

Oh, and my party was great too, of course. Even though I got a normal cake instead of the stunning Mr. Hyuuga popping out of one. Alas.

You might be thinking to yourself, why is the beautiful Princess Ino telling us this now? Wasn't her birthday on Wednesday? What takes four days to recover from?

Three words.

Roofies. And gay bars.

Or is gay bar one word now? Like, gaybar. So that might be just two words.

Anyway. Just make sure that you ask Shikamaru how his birthday went. ♥ Because mine was fabulous.

[[ooc; Uhhh there was supposed to be a log for the Ino/Shikamaru birthday thingamee (that Ino turned into Her Party) BUT IDK. WHENEVER ASH GETS OFF HER LAZY ASS. Feel free to assume everyone ever was invited, and that there was much booze and shenanigans to be had.]]

essay meme.

  • Sep. 10th, 2009 at 5:28 PM
[pose] shake the poet and the beat.
FINE, GOD. I'm not too cool for bandwagons. :(

You know the drill, guys.

1. Ask a question, any question, many questions.
2. I will answer them OH HO HO SEE HOW THAT WORKS.
3. ...I might not answer them for a while BUT THAT IS THE RISK YOU TAKE. god I'm so slow.
4. ?????

Yes, I'm working on those drabbles. Slowly.


  • Sep. 9th, 2009 at 4:16 PM
[sigh] you oughta give it a rest.
So, today was pretty much a waste of makeup. The first day of class is always so boring.

All these pretentious wannabe actors talking about their experiences on sets and feelings like the rest of us actually care. I wouldn't normally listen or anything, but the professors always make you do like, these group therapy sessions, especially at the beginning of the semester. Did I join AA? No. Do I kind of want to, after listening to all these morons? Totally.

I just. Really don't need a bunch of attention whores bitching to me about their inadequacy issues or that one summer at drama camp where they learned to just let go and emote. And then follow it up by expressing myself through interpretive dance.

It definitely doesn't make them better actors. But half of them are just plain ugly, anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter.

On the bright side, I got to debut my new fall wardrobe. Thank you so much, Shikamaru, for all your kind contributions.

I'm just going to be over here with my SIZE 2 jean shorts which might actually be tight enough to give me a yeast infection, but they ARE NOT and WILL NEVER BE a size 8. Beauty is pain, anyway.


  • Aug. 16th, 2009 at 4:38 PM
[unsure] got another appointment.

I think I burned down my apartment.

No, okay, I didn't burn it down, but the kitchen and bathroom are pretty much annihilated and part of the living room is scorched and I swear to god it wasn't my fault, except my landlord is blaming it on me leaving the oven on.

Like. I have an oven?

So anyway, he kicked me out for a few months while they fix everything up. Which totally sucks, let me tell you, because Shikamaru's place is even tinier than mine and his bathroom is like, microscopic or something, so I pretty much have to blow dry my hair in the bathtub. Which is so not safe and really, why didn't the building inspectors catch such gross negligence? This is unconscionable.

And now I can't find my flat iron.


See, I knew it wasn't the oven.


[pose] somebody call my baby.

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