Day 3

   THE BOYS ARE OFF!!

3 days ago. For the Hellions of Hollywood tour.
What a shitfest it was prior to. It seemed for a moment that things would all fall apart, but I knew they'd work everything out. They always do. And now YOU guys have them for over a month! How exciting is that?

Our apartment had turned into a temporary storage for all of the gear they were taking. It was like that one episode in Sex and the City where Aiden brought over all his shit in boxes to Carrie's apartment and she had to climb over and under just to get to another room. Like that.

But it's also exciting for me. I get to watch Rot go off and do what he loves, what makes him happiest and what he pretty much has sacrificed almost everything in his life to do.

What this means for me is the apartment all to my awesome self for over a month, where I can run around in mah panties and shout phantom of the opera songs at the top of my lungs with Netflix blasting in the living room and all the adorable, pink, flower detailed toilet paper I can hoard all to myself! I am in paradise right now, you don't even understand.


Except for when this shit happens.

D e p a r t u r e :

The morning the boys had to leave, Rot and Josh were up by 6 am. The poor things had been awake for most of the night packing and making sure they had everything set to go.

Bahemoth arrived shortly thereafter with Sid and Roger (DOA) with one of the vans, and all their gear, and we all hung out in the living room downing coffee, waiting for Ginger V to arrive for them to split.

 Bahemoth has glorious hair.

If anything happens to my GIR throw blanket or my satin pillow covers there's gonna be some serious shit going down when he gets back.

Technical Difficulties

Few hours later, they hauled everything out onto the sidewalk across the street from our place, and waited for Ginger to arrive with the tailer.

 OH HAY YOU GUISE

 Merritt is a street walker.

Adding a few more updates to the tour date list before they headed off.

Rot left me his comfy jammie shirt. 

It is the comfiest. I'm wearing it this very moment. 

In fact... I'm gonna go heat up some fake chinese freezer food real quick and eat in comfiness!

Just kidding. I made scrambled eggs.

So now that I have the place to myself I'm a little more anal about cleanliness, because I'd be fully responsible for it, and no one else would contribute to messes. Before, I didn't give a shit. It's always funny when Rot gives me shit about how messy our bedroom gets. I shrug it off because... it's not just me. Ever since they've been gone, the kitchen is empty (very very few dishes to clean), my floor has nothing on it, and the kitchen doesn't smell like shit anymore XD. Give me shit for being messy ONE MORE TIME! :P I hated using our kitchen because it would always be crowded with a shit ton of dishes, and used pots on the stove every single day. I avoided it all together so as to not be responsible for adding to the mess.

So you see why I am so excited about having the place to myself!

|Best of luck to Psyclon Nine and Dawn of Ashes on their tour!|

I know they'll do great :)

    Lauren and I hung out yesterday and it was great because we basically bull shitted and layed around the apartment getting fat on delicious stupidity. We exchanged gifts. She gave me the cutest little keychain for my birthday! I love it!

It's Kyouko's weapon! 

It's a spear that also works as a chain.

Ivy in Soul Calibur has something similar, but hers is a sword. 

I got her stuff because... I don't know. 

...

:)

She loved it!

I got her cinnamon bun scented lotion and a bar of soap made with real cinnamon and like honey or some shit. Smells absolutely amazing. She has a sweet tooth, so.

We went to Little Tokyo because she wanted to try Ramunè. The funny thing is they sell it here at our grocery store around the corner-NOPE LITTLE TOKYO.

You guise. I bought the greatest thing ever. Just wait. It has functionality this time. I promise. And no, I didn't buy a Madoka blind box. My chances of getting Kyubey and Homura are very slim now, and ... I'm embarassed. Nope.

We also went to the Burbank galleria in search of a Cinnabon. Lauren was on a mission for Cinnabon. She got fucking Cinnabon.

Those are really good.

HAHAHA. CONTEXT. HAHA

And then out of the 3 little packets of cute uselessness, we tried the witch one.

It came with like 5 powders that you kept adding after trying each combination, and then eating it with the hard little candies. It tasted.... interesting.

Lauren made herself scrambled egg whites.

This made me feel really good. That she was comfortable enough in my home to just cook shit up. 

OH. LOOK AT MY TOILET PAPER :DDD

IT'S THE CUTEST TOILET PAPER IN THE UNIVERSE AND IT IS MINE AND ROT CAN'T SAY SHIT ABOUT IT. :DDD

And I bathed in milk. 

And it smells delicious.

The lighting in my bathroom is weird but it made the water pastel pink. HEE ^______^

I bought two of these, and two vanilla ones that will turn the water white.

This left me sooooooo relaxed and soothed. I was in there for like an hour and a half. Just chillin.

When I got out my skin felt aaaawwesome. I absolutely love these. I always just shower because we didn't have a plug for the bath drain. Solved! Now, I'm gonna buy a shit ton of these and treat myself to a hot milk bath every two weeks or so. mmpf.

My bathroom looks so cute. The combination of pastel pink and black is so cute! ^_^

Also, I've been feeling much better about myself lately. Something I've neglected to acknowledge for a long time. No more.

I'm a catch! :D
It's amazing what a new piercing does for me. It really is.
I know what it is that I want pierced again. But it'll have to wait for a little bit.

Despite the shittiness of not being able to get my classes and start when I wanted to, I'm going to really enjoy myself for the next month or so. :3

Safe word

   Fail. 

To my massive annoyance and disappointment in myself, I won't be going to my classes this semester. Why? Well, because I'm an idiot that doesn't know how things work, and was too slow.
I had an online appointment to register my classes. Currently I need to take two per-requisits in order to progress onto my major. BUT I'M STUPID, AND DONT' KNOW HOW THESE THINGS WORK. SO.

My classes were full? And the waiting lists were full? And I didn't even know this happened? 
I thought that you just... were able to get them, and take them. As if there's an unlimited amount of --- whatever. Point being I failed in getting into the classes I need (wanted most) and fuck labs, so now I have to wait until next semester. The good news is I can probably get that stupid assessment thing out of the way, and go do a dry run to check it out without any stress about classes starting soon. So THAT'S good. That way by the time I get in, I won't be such a massive noob and know what to expect. I setting goals for myself; to not have as many anxiety attacks as I normally would. Or freeze up awkwardly. I think they're more realistic now. 


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         On a much much brighter note, Sunday night was especially fun.

I have always wanted to get more involved in the bdsm scene. However, there is also a part of me that is very selective about who I interact with, and who I surround myself by. Though that scene is more towards the open-minded end of the spectrum, my fastidiousness bleeds into it mercilessly.

A little while ago Lauren had mentioned that a mutual friend of ours (who also works in the VO industry) is a Dom! I was shocked, but also relieved. He's a fun cuddly bear! And it's always nice to see him at events. I told her if he ever wanted another Sub, I'd be up to feeling it out and going from there. 

Fast-forward | Sunday afternoon |

                 T, as we'll call him, sends an invite to me to attend Ruin. A club night that also hosts dungeon play. I figured this would be the perfect opportunity to talk to T about it! Immediately I called Lauren, who he also invited, and we decided to go. 

She came over early and we ran around and did stuff, and I took forever to get ready. And split around 11. It was at a different venue this time. There were 3 levels. Top deck was smoking, main floor was the dance floor/bar, and then the basement was a gorgeous, elegant, velvet detailed, top notch beautifully lit floor of it's own with an open seating area, closed off by red velvet dividers with a horse in the middle. We walk further down the way into the main room where the cross was, to find people playing. It was all gorgeous. We spent almost the entirety of our night in the basement.

We saw T, who was there with his adorable little pixie, S. At one point we went to sit in the sitting area and he discussed the possibilities of playing with me tonight. I didn't think it was going to happen, because... my ignorance about shared stuff with time management. But I said I'd like to play at some point, for sure. 

While there I saw Cynthia! The other Cynthia that I had met at the last event I played at. She recognized me. It took me a second because she wasn't wearing her rubber hood! hahahaha
So we had her and her friend join us, which eventually proved to be quite entertaining. She had someone play with her on the horse for a little bit. So lovely to watch! 

Communication is important.

    The beauty about this is that he read me, and psychologically warmed me up, to relax me about playing that same night. I was unsure, and he knew it.

Lauren dropped a hint about T giving the best massages in the world ever. To that I reacted, and he offered to give me a back massage. It was amazing, because my work has me coming home sore, with a crap load of tension especially in my shoulder muscles. So we sat there, as he dug into my back. Then eventually he told me to get on the horse. So I got on the horse, where my mind screamed ANXIETY, but eventually learned to relax. He knew what he was doing, I think. I'm pretty sure of it. 
And the funny thing is that that kind of mental stimulation is all a part of bdsm. 

So he gave me the best massage ever. Not that it felt good at all. It actually felt like shit. But he was going in after all the knots and once he was finished I felt AWESOME. Both mentally and physically. Well done. Touchè.

He had also given us a tour of the venue. Where I ran into Blanca, Caroline, and Cat. They are wonderful ladies, and it's always great to see them. They're the ones with the awesome apartment that I threw up in. :)
I was especially glad to see Blanca. She told me a couple things that night that made me feel so much better about something that happened a little while back. She gets it. It was a relief!

We went into the main part of the basement to watch Schno work on a girl.

                 It was so, so, so pretty to watch. He made it look gorgeous. His skill and the way he had  her completely under his spell was absolutely beautiful. (He's a dom, if my description hadn't made it clear yet.) We were all entranced. I can't stress enough how amazing the human mind is. And this art of making something somewhat violent become a completely different exploration of passion, and sensuality, and escapism.. is what draws me to it. It's not just for pervs, though rest assured, a lot of them are around, but there's a lot more to it than just sex. At least, for me there is.

So he was done. I wish I had taken pictures, but I was hesitant. I wasn't sure of the policies at this event, due to other similar events making it clear that photography was prohibited. Which I completely understand. Thankfully Lauren dgaf and took care of it ;)

My readers, you have her to thank for this fruitful, vice filled documentation of Sunday evening's events.

Little Pixie it was said was someone that Schno was looking forward to play with. It was also his birthday, and would be the perfect opportunity to make it happen! Lauren and I were just as eager to watch. --It happened! Someone else was using the cross, so he began to work on her in a little corner by an entrance way. I think he was warming her up more than anything, because they moved over to the cross as soon as the other people were done.

Again, a beautiful session. You could tell he liked her. And it was clear to me that he takes a lot of pride in his execution. He should, because he's phenomenal. When he used the single tail... we all twitched for her, after every blow. Schno even looked to T, and signaled to him if she could take it. T nodded a yes, and they proceeded. She yellowed once I think. 

Yellow is ... OMGOMGOMG HOKAY, SOMETHING ELSE PLOX.
Red is .... STAHP.

I was amazed at how she didn't bruise! lol. But she and him were great. Everyone enjoyed it, I'm sure.
Then, T started talking with Schno and I looked to Lauren about to gush more over how pretty everything was when she said T just said your name! To play with you! And my heart dropped. lol I was like O___O 
but then I was like yay! Can't explain it. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Nervous because of the audience, excited because I love this. 

Enjoy

Communication. 

He was telling me professionalism stuff. 

 

Yeah. I still don't want everyone to see my ass.

Ironic, ain't it?

It was exhilarating. I very much enjoyed it.

It was kinda like... giving yourself over and letting go of everything ever, and letting someone else take control of your life for a moment. At least, for me it is. And I loved it, and am thankful that T was the one doing it. And will continue to moving forward.

I was glad to hear that they were impressed by me. 

I didn't yellow, or red. They said I broke threshold, which made me happy!

The next time we play at another event, I'll make sure to let people know, if they wanna come and watch. I suggest trying it at least once. It's different for everybody, but that is what I personally get out if it.

WE WENT TO A DINER AFTERWARDS.

Pixie and Lauren. 

It was at this place called Cafe 101? Or 110 Cafe? Or 101 Cafe? 

I dunno. But we all went there to eat. It was a really cute diner that looked all 50's.

I got a breakfast burrito because I'm hispanic.

We talked shenanigans and once we stuffed our bellies we all split for home.

Lauren was honestly a lot of the reason why I had the bravery for going on the cross. Audiences make me nervous, but... she was there for me. 

On the way home, I happened to look down at my lap and noticed how red my thighs got.

He got me on my thighs as well, which was the toughest for me to endure, but I did it.

but dayum.

and then, just as I was getting out of the car it occured to us how awful my butt must look.

Lauren said turn around and lost her shit laughing.

She took a picture (nope) and showed me and HORY. SHET. 

LOL.

We laughed our asses off (haaaaa) over my poor, beaten turnip colored bum.

I came in to a sleeping Rot and went to bed to warm covers. A nice change from standing and sitting after our session. 

The next day.... I couldn't resist.

It's dramatically more pigmented in person, but I couldn't not capture it.

And I can't tell you guise about it and then not show you anything at all, so... here. lol.
But it's covering my entire bottom.

Sore but not awful. It kinda feels like that soreness you get after getting a tetanus shot to the ass.

Or any shot, actually. It's way less sore now than it was, but still bruised. 

I love it! haha.

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I got Lauren to play a Blood Elf for a couple of levels. She really liked it. Perhaps she'll end up like me.

Last night was Nero's birthday party thing at the Velvet Margarita. It was fun. Good to see everyone again. I hate myself for not charging my phone while I was getting ready. I have absolutely zero pictures from last night, but a lot happened.

Most importantly I had Rodney and Josh both tell me how much they care about me, and how much they love me. They were drunk lol, but it was a conversation that went on until the sun came up. I am very lucky.

ALSO. Rot's birthday gift to me, though a few days early, is... a new tire for my car :P

He wanted to surprise me by going to get it done himself and paying for it and bringing it home for me, with a huge bow on it to surprise me with, but because of tour, he was short on time. But told me he had this all planned, but wanted to at least get me a tire.

My tire's had a leak forever, and I'm basically agoraphobic. Do the math. Practical, and thoughtful. He knows I'd hate to go do it alone by myself, so he's doing it for me :3 Hehehe

Happy Cynth is happy ^_^

Josh gave me his gift last night before we all headed out to Hollywood. He got me a stuffed Kyubey! lol I was shocked because I know they're not cheap, especially the size he got me. So that was really thoughtful. I loved it.

I can't believe I'm going to be 26. UGH GROSS.

Embalming

  
     Once the two week mark hit, I was back at the piercing studio with Lauren to see Veronnica again. Re-pierce fun times! She suggested we go with different jewelry for this round. A circular barbell, as opposed to the staple from before. Let's do it!

She looked up my nose to check how it's healed and agreed that it was ready for another go.

This time around I was less nervous, and more excited to see how it'd look with the barbell.

She took her time making that channel with the needle this time around, lol. Usually piercings go real quick. They break the skin and almost instantly pop right out the other side like nothing. Not this time! I felt every bit of that laser cut bevel inch its way through my skin, all the while my brain frantically releasing endorphins to numb me. I was glad she did this. It meant she was making sure she had control the entire way, and I appreciated the extra effort.


I LOVED IT. And this time it came out perfect :)

She opened the barbell some so that I was able to flip it up while at work. It distorted the shape of the jewelry a little bit, but it's not that noticeable. I'm just glad i have it. And I feel this looks a lot better than the staple. THANK YOU, VERONNICA!!

 

w o r k 

     I've changed locations at the my work. I now work somewhere a teensy bit further than where I did before, but... I seem to get there faster! I work by Warner Bros studios now. The best part is that next door is a grocery store, and then a little further down is my bank. And I really like the people I'm working with. WHICH, LET ME TELL YOU;

One of them... plays DnD every Sunday. And.... he says they need 1 more person. And he's talked to everyone about me already, and they all said it'd be cool to bring me in and teach me. And it's 3.5 DnD. And he said they've encountered Drow, and Mind Flayers, and even a Beholder, and omg. omg. omg. and. and. and. He's my best friend. Only thing now is the find a day when we're all free so they can meet me. So... once that happens, my Sundays are officially not a thing to the real world, sorry not sorry. I need to message him about my WoW characters. Should do that before I forget. He's awesome. I wub him.

c o l l e g e

I made the concrete decision of going back to school. This is something I heavily considered last year, but was too much of a pansy to go through with it. Now I'm positive it's what I wanna do, and I'm ready to do it. Actually no, I'm terrified. I'm worried about the stress of working a full time job and eventually attending school full time as well, but I keep telling myself that it will be worth it. SO worth it.

Because... once I get out, I am positive that I will find a job.

I HAVE to. It's impossible for me not to. Because who the fuck wants to embalm dead people?

I DO! :D

And there are tons of dead people waiting to be embalmed. And I'll be the one to do it! ^_^

I'll make em look nice. So that their families can have a little tiny bit of closure before their final good bye. I'm gonna be the best embalmer EVER! 

It's going to be great.

Tonight, supposedly, at 8PM I'll receive my registration email. I'm stoked. A bunch of people have said that it's possible to do everything online, and then show up on the first day. I'll find out soon enough.

My work also has tuition assistance. AWE YEAH.

So yeah. I can't fuck this up. 

When I start bitching about how stressed I am... someone bring me taco bell. And then smack me.

World of Warcraft -

The bias I have was one that I had hoped would have gone undone.

Except for when the first group experience in the game that I had after 2 years of not playing was with an 11 year old asking me if I was going to report him.

But not before asking me to be in a relationship with him.

This is the very first interaction I had with another player, in World of Warcraft, after quitting in March of 2011.

This only reinforced my reservations and butt-hurt attitude that Activision-Blizzard have made it their solemn duty to attract a completely different consumer.

That's what I get for rolling a Pandaren.

The story line is alright. The starting area is really pretty, and the score beautiful. 

However... that whole 11 year old thing.... turned me off quite a bit.

He out right told me.

I wish I had taken a screenshot of it.

Oh well. 

I haven't gotten to play much at all, to my disappointment. but I'm hoping that will change. 

Life is good. 

I have everything I could want at the moment. Except for maybe a shit ton of money. Aside from that, I'm good. I wish sometimes though that I had my own place. It's a strange thing to desire solitude. Even stranger to describe it. I could go for some pizza right now though. I think Rot went to go get us some.

Now time to be a hermit again.