NiteChylde

For one thing, I’m surprised I even remembered the password to get to my journal site(s). I’ve been up to quite a lot since the last time I haunted this place. New fun-ness, new idiocy, and new reasons to want to drown myself in the nearest body of water. Hm, where to start. Purgatory shows have come and gone, and I have to admit, it’s been a crazy ride to say the least. The shows I’ve done so far have been beyond amazing and I have to thank the audience for appreciating my love for entertaining, and of course my invaluable fellow performers. So many people to give a shout out to; Danny for being a great co-star, Juggernaut for being a great sport during the New Years show, Abby and Scott for making for one hell of a performance during St Valentine’s Day, and of course, Tig, for coming up with some of the most impressive ideas ever to grace the stage. I couldn’t have done it without you guys, so big props and hugs to you all ^_^ And now, we’re all gearing up for an all out Viking Extravaganza: Purgatory—RAGNAROK! So everyone grab your horned helmets and battle axes; Purgatory is going out in a blaze of Glory!!
What else… I’ve been asked to be in an Industrial band: Paris Oroborus, playing guitar and doing occasional vocals. I’m pretty stoked about that too! It’s given me the motivation to practice my fingers off. I’m a pretty determined thing, so I know I’ll be good enough in no time; afterall, I taught myself bass and keyboard and I have enough musical experience/training that I can handle it. Aside from playing guitar in a band, I’ve got more avenues open finally to work on my own music project HOORAY!
I’m also trying to get more modeling done, as well as get some photography of my own. I swear I’m too multi-talented sometimes. I guess it’s because I like to do as much as I can while I’m still able to move around without the aid of a cane, heh. Dancer, singer, musician, model, actor (yes, there’s a difference, and it’s not about gender), photographer…a regular jack of all trades if you will. Maybe I’ll find one of those avenues of entertainment and settle into it, but for now I like having this much to occupy my mind. It keeps me constantly thinking.
And now, for a bit of “wow”, as I’m sure all of you are more used to—that is, when I used to write more regularly, heh. I promise I’ll work on that. I had an AWESOME idea—well it was more than likely Tig’s idea—for an effect for St Valentine’s Day: shotglasses; one to smash across Phoenix’s head, and one to smash in Nexus’ mouth during my show. The shotglasses were going to be made out of candy glass. It’s actually pretty easy to make, though it takes a lil while: sugar, syrup, water. Boil to 300 degrees, pour into mold. Bam, candy glass. Well the 1st shot produced 1 good shotglass, but we were a little iffy on how to work them out of the molds after that, because it started hardening pretty quickly. No worries. I had another idea for molding. Well I did it the 2nd night myself.. and yeaaah. I learned something important. I am just not that quick. I also learned that 300 degrees of molten sandy doesn’t feel too pleasant on the hands. 1st and 2nd degree burns. I had 4 bandaids on my left hand. Although, in retrospect, it would have been pretty funny to watch me running to the bathroom, arms flailing madly as I made a crack-head dash to the bathroom to shove my hands under cold water, then peel hardened candy off my fingers. Here’s some dedication for ya though: after I decided “fuck it”, I played Fable 2… with a large pot of cold water to shove my hand in whenever it started to sting.
And now, Brave moments in Ghetto History. Tale 1. I’m in Spencers when this big dood comes walking in wearing a shirt I can only describe as highlighter-you’re-going-to-hell-green, with a white hat. He walks up to me—I shit you not—and begins his riveting conversation with a “Ey Gurl”. I turn my head to see what this missing link wants, and then he asks the question of the night: “What’s the blackest thing y’all got in here?” Ok, I’m a little.. ok a lot rusty on my ghetto-speak, so I raise an eyebrow with a confused look and go “um… wha?” So he repeats the question. My response is to point to the shotglasses I was standing next to at the time: “Um, these are black.. and we have t-shirts…hoodies.. blacklights?” He then clarifies for me my telling me it doesn’t have to have Obama on it, but some words or something.. so what’s the blackest thing we have.. I half shake my head as if trying to understand someone speaking Pikey to me and fineally just say “Um.. I’m suburban, so I have no idea what you’re talking about.” And then I turn and walk off. Here’s a hint: USE YOUR MOUTH WORDS. I can understand the following: English, American (oh yes, they’re different!), and Spanish. Notice how Ebonics and Ghetto are nowhere in there. And let’s not forget the very special guy that I encountered a few days ago. I’m walking from the grocery store to my boyfriend’s apartment when this guy drives up..and Stops his car. He rolls down the window leans out and yells “Ey! Ey! Get In!” I kinda look at him like “WTF?” and he tells me to get in again. My response exactly: “um.. yeaaaah-No.” and I roll my eyes and continue my walk and my phone convo with Jax. I swear, some people need a good shooting in the face with a sawed off shotgun.