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Post by AINSLEY MARIE MICHAELS ! on Feb 3, 2009 20:52:14 GMT -7
  • • • • •she says weve got to hold on to what weve got cause it doesnt make a difference you live for the fight when its all that youve got• • • • •
[/color] Doing this for two years, it tends to start to catch up with you. Doing this line of work, a year's worth of work will start to catch up with you. With Ainsley, it really did not take long for it all to catch up with her at all. It took a minimum of a little five months. The line of work were you get to wake up at a lovely time of day around four in the morning just to go read lines in front.... okay... wait... maybe saying four in the morning was a little bit stretched out but you get to wake up early and act. Acting is such a hard thing to do especially when you are tired and all you want to do is go back to your house and get some sleep. Maybe, you'll return at noon when you are in the mood to be someone you are not for once. But that is not the end of this rant. The end of this rant finishes like this... it's harder on Ainsley in this line of work because she has to wake up early in the morning and on top of that, she has to act as someone who is the complete opposite of herself. Ainsley is absolutely nothing like her character and anyone who knows her personally would get... again... that's a bit of a stretch, They have similar likes and dislikes but Ainsley is not like her character. ---But that's not why Ainsley was quietly ranting to herself this morning. In the past few months, Ainsley has suffered a terrible case of insomnia. She get's to sleep for an hour every three days. Lack of sleep, hectic work schedule, high amount of caffeine and sugar and make anyone feel the way Ainsley feels this morning. She did not know how to go around fixing this either. If she takes anymore sleeping pills, she will end up over-dosing right now. So Ainsley's green eyes peered at the side table at her orange alarm clock. Her eyes lowered a little while her hand reached out for her cell phone. She turned on her cell phone ignoring the peering sunlight through her bedroom window curtains. Ainsley twitched her nose before letting out a sneeze from the morning smell that was coming into the room from outside. She always sneezed constantly in morning leading her to depressingly believing that she is allergic to the morning time of day. The time on her phone matched the time on the alarm clock. It was thirty-seven past one in the afternoon. Ainsley has been up all night but rejected her body from getting out of bed until now. She wanted... no... she needed something to do. ---Ainsley wasn't one of those girls who spent hours getting ready for what will just be an hours outing of her house... but today was for some reason very different. She didn't know what she was planning on doing, or who she was planning on running into but she decided that maybe getting ready and taking hours will be a nice change of pace for her. Hanging out with different types of people lately changes Ainsley's taste in music. Last week, well her choice of music was definitely that complete opposite of Bon Jovi. Livin' on a prayer is just a fucking amazing song and Ainsley gets so animated during the song that she has to dance around which might have caused her half an hour delay from leaving her house out into the lovely California weather wearing what took her fifty minutes searching through a room she used for a closet to find these clothes. A simple red plaid skirt, white shirt, vest, and her favorite pair of shoes should have been simple enough for her to find but apparently it takes fifty minutes. During those fifty minutes, Ainsley knew what she wanted to do for the day. She wanted more clothes. It was okay, she could always turn another room into another closet. ---She ran her hand through her straight hair getting frustrated with Rodeo Drive. Normally, you would there would be at least something of Ainsley's interest but nothing. It's was all so... boring if that was a possible way of describing it. She wanted to sit down for a little bit. She needed to sit and gather inspiration for exactly what she was looking for. "Dear god,"Ainsley left Versace and smiled softly pulling up a chair in front of small round tables in front of the stores. It was rather hard to find anywhere to sit in Rodeo Drive but you just have to know where to look. Ainsley knew where to look only because she breathed this place. Shopping was an addicting habit for Ainsley and she wasn't ashamed of it. Ainsley set her bag on the table and dug into the bag for her phone. She placed her phone on the table and let out a heavy sigh. "Well, this was a waste of time!" Ainsley spoke slowly and softly looking at the time on the clock. It was a quarter past three and she had no bags in her hands or a wide grin on her face. Ainsley leaned back and pressed her fingers to her temples. [/blockquote][/left]
TAG ! spencer :)
WORDS ! 889!
OUTFIT ! huuur!
MUSE ! She is willing to work with me today.
NOTES ! Too lazy to check the grammar! sorry!
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Post by ` SPENCER MARIE FIELDS ; on Feb 7, 2009 13:06:22 GMT -7
 *spencer marie fields !`you look so classic, fantastic, when you own
that floor; bring the beat back once more-------------♥-------------spencer woke up and inhaled the wonderful scent of jake, the hollister cologne her cousins, chris and mike, brought yesterday. sure, hollister wasn't designer, so to speak. but it didn't matter. spencer fell in love with jake the moment the scent wafted into her nostrils a few years ago. she had a weird habit of going up to people and smelling them, which made for some extremely bizarre fan encounters at hollister co. and other stores at the mall these past few years. it was something she picked up from her friends back when she was twelve. whenever mike and chris came over, they brought a few large bottles of the men's cologne as a present for her and the first thing spencer would do is spray it all around her room. whenever her cousins came over, she laughed nonstop, for it always brought back memories of the time when her mother walked into her room early in the morning and the strong scent of jake hit her. spencer's mom totally freaked and thought she brought a guy home, though it turns out that that wasn't the case.
after carefully lifting her sleeping mask up over her eyes, spencer rolled over onto her left side and squinted at the morning sun that shined through her virtually transparent, yet elegant blinds that cost like a bazillion dollars. her mom was the one who got her into show biz and after being exposed to it all for seventeen years, it sort of influenced her thinking. don't get it wrong, spencer's parents were pretty down-to-earth. the only thing was that her mom was one of those people who's philosophy was "if it's not broken, break it!" or "there's always room for improvement!" in fact, spencer's room had been redone many, many times over the years they lived in their large beverly hills home.
this year, her room was designed like a swanky hotel room with funky zebra print chairs and couches along with royal purple (her all time favorite color!) walls that surrounded her king size bed. her dresser was opposite her bed and was loaded with many accessories, most of which were chunky rings and bracelets. the rest was covered with different types of makeup like her mac blush and her bare minerals kit. pictures of her friends lined the mirror and the actual drawers of her dresser overflowed with clothes. the rest of her outfits were located in the giant walk in closet on the other side of the room that was organized by season and color coordinated. her closet was probably the neatest part of her room. spencer also had her very own bathroom that was just as messy as her bureau with some more makeup by the sink and some clothes sprawled on the floor.
yawning, spencer stretched her arms out to her sides and sighed as she flopped over onto her stomach. her ihome, which she got a brief glance at, read 10:21 am. she smiled. it felt good to be able to sleep in. the past few weeks have been hectic, what with her role on magic among us making her life busier than ever. spencer hardly had time to model! it was a wonder her head didn't explode, sometimes. deciding that it'd be best if she spent sometime outside of her home on such a nice july day, she forced herself to get up off her bed and walk towards her closet. "hmm...what to wear?" spencer contemplated as she tapped her foot on the soft white carpeting. she was known to take the longest to get ready whenever she was with her friends...actually, she was known to take the longest to get ready whatever the circumstances were. finally, spencer decided on too-cute, black satin shorts, a flattering, flowing purple racerback, and a pair of purple aldo heels that she just adored.
t was almost an hour after spencer left for her bathroom when she came out again, wearing the outfit she previously picked. all that was left to do was put a light layer of makeup on, which consisted of some benefit blush, maybelline mascara, and mac lip gloss. then she headed out of her room to the kitchen where her keys and newest coach rested on the marble counter. "i'm going shopping!" spencer called out even though she wasn't aware if anyone was still home. she wasn't sure if her mom was home today because she hadn't seen her. alice, their substitute maid was nowhere to be found as well. spencer rolled her eyes at the thought of alice hiding out in her room, greedily eating through a box of chocolates. she couldn't wait to get their old maid, annelise back. stupid pneumonia...
spencer's silver prius sat in the fieldses driveway, glimmering and glinting in the sunlight for the whole world to see. she unlocked her baby and hopped inside. spencer's ipod was still plugged into her itrip from her last drive to the set of her show so she turned it on and chose a song from her metro station playlist. whoaaa, it feels just like we're losing control... metro station was one great band; it blared through spencer's cars speakers all the way to her chosen destination: rodeo drive. when she arrived, it didn't take very long for her to spot one of her best friends sitting by herself---ainsley.
hey! look to your left, loser!!" spencer teased as she tried getting her friend's attention.
tagged: ainsley !
words: 912 -- without codes ;; 966 -- the entire post
status: complete
outfit: mentioned above
notes: nonee.
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