Archive for April, 2010

I’m starting the process (again) of heading back to school. I spent 3 1/2 years at Chico State and although I’m all for finding your own way, it seems like a complete waste to not finish with a degree insomething after so much time. I’ve become much more liberal since my college days. I would have been practically unrecognizable to most of you back then.

I looked the same, except I had a passion for fashion that my uniform of jeans and American Outfitters t-shirts stolen from my boyfriend’s closet these days disguises completely. I was conservative to a fault, a member of the Young Republicans and majored in Business and Legal Studies with the intent to pursue a career in mergers and acquisitions. Fast forward through the tedious details, that was obviously not me.

Still, there’s a practical side of me that knows my free-loving days will eventually come to an end and that I will want something to fall back on that is as far from the drudgery of a corporate grind as humanly possible. That is why I’m going back to a junior college, rather than just finishing up my Business degree. I want to explore, while I work towards what I’m already thinking will be a Graphic Design degree.

Of course, none of this will happen if I don’t get off Twitter and stop blogging and schedule my assessment exams.

Sometimes I feel like a broken record as I type out my blog. Then I read back a little ways and realize I am either having much too in-depth conversations in my own head or have too many social networking sites. In any case, I have a number of pet peeves. I find they go nicely with my OCD. Since I began in the industry a year ago, I have learned some lessons along the way. I wouldn’t be human if I hadn’t. This has left me with an obsession for quality.

Quality in porn seems like both an oxymoron and a no-brainer when you first say it, but as a performer this manifests itself with learning to take a firm hold of your career and the projects you commit yourself to while in it. I am still hard at work on my official website, and I hope to be able to finally share it with you in the coming months. When speaking with potential affiliate programs about what I want to do with my site and what will make it stand out, I’ve noticed that my first word is always “quality”.

So, I have been going through all of my content by hand. I have seen every raw image ever shot of me for use on my site. I am picking out my favorite images, making photo sets, tossing whole shoots and booking new ones with the photographers/videographers I feel are the best in the business and brainstorming new and exciting ways to tease myself for my fans.

I’m shooting, shooting, shooting and giving 110% every time… perfect, so can throw 10% out.

I’ve had an on-again, off-again love affair with diaries since I was in kindergarten. I have the attention span for them that resembles that of a gnat. It started with a small puffy pink number, held together with a tiny brass lock that could be opened with a key I had on a matching pink ribbon. I’ve always hated the color pink, it reeks of cliched girlhood yet I was never the type to rebel against it by doodling skulls and wrapping it in duct tape. I like pretty, girly things. I just hate cliches. That started at a young age, as well.

I also have a habit of losing things, especially keys. The demise of my first diary came when I lost the key to it, and was resurrected a year or so later when I reopened it with a paper clip. So my mother was faced with contending with a five year old who was also an excellent hacker. Nothing of hers was ever safe again. Not even the house. By age ten I could easily get in through any window or potentially even a side door. She gave up on all forms of personal privacy in our household by middle school. Yet, I digress..

My personal obsession with IPhone apps has resurrected my interest in keeping a record of the comings and goings of the thoughts and events in my mind. I have a gratitude journal, this blog and am now faced with trying to find a home for my more personal thoughts. (See, due to my own interest in the subject, I have very little faith in passcodes myself). I came to the conclusion that I would write one entry and save it to a word document. Then I lost interest again, and here I am safe and home on my blog typing away.

Tiffany