Most Bangin' Chunk of Masculine Perfection
Colin talks about working with Branden and his war wound.
It’s journalin’ time! Maybe I’ll actually devote more than five minutes to this lil guy. Maybe.
On photo shoot morning a school bus rolls up in front of the apartment. Neato. This might be the first time I’ve ridden on a big yellow bus since 7th grade. No … wait … we rode on them to academic team meets in high school. Regardless, it was pretty cool.
When we arrived in Nutley our bus was parked in front of the high school while kids were changing classes. A bunch of them gathered by the bus and looked at us like we were freaks or celebrities or something. It was pretty wacky.
As you all know, we worked in groups for this photo shoot while strapped into harnesses trying to capture a moment in sports. I was excited to work with Branden. I would prefer a group of two over a group of three. Also, neither one of us is athletically ignorant so we should be able to look reasonably comfortable playing sports.
The actual shoot was a lot of fun. By the very end the harness was hurting me a little. I had no idea though that I would come home with such a massive war wound. I was kind of upset that for the walk the makeup artist had to cover it all up. It would have been cool to let the judge know that I gave it my all. Ah well.
Ooh, I just got a new pen and it’s so much smoother to write with. But I digress.
The walk this week was fun. I’ve been working out quite a bit but I still don’t think I’m swimsuit ready. Whatever. Like I have a choice about what we wear each week.
I just had to pretend like my body was the most bangin’ chunk of masculine perfection that the judges had ever seen on the catwalk.
And it feels so good to do, well, enough to stay out of the bottom three.