It’s been a very long time since I’ve typed anything here. I’ve been all kinds of busy these past few months to be honest, an with everything as crazy as it has been, I haven’t had time to write. I suppose that would mean I have a LOT to put in here... well I promise I won’t make this too incredibly, ridiculously long. Heh, the intro alone is long enough, doncha think? ^_^

A few months ago (April 18th), we saw the end of a great venue: Purgatory. The last one was appropriately named Ragnarok. And it was indeed an event of Viking awesomeness. I had a chainmail top and skirt—well it was scalemail actually, which I personally think was even kewler. Despite a few snags and changes, I put on a very good show if I do say so myself, with fire of all kinds. I wouldn’t mind doing that show again, under different conditions. Overall, much fun.

I’m skipping over a lot if you couldn’t tell. There’s just too much lol. Fast forward quite a bit. I finally grew a pair and got my industrial done ^_^. The lead singer of the band I’m in—Paris Oroborus—did it for me. Kryss knows how to pierce, and it was a relatively painless undertaking. Granted, getting stabbed twice in the ear wasn’t pleasant, but I have a feeling it’s definitely not as bad as it could have been. I have to say, I like it, and it’ll definitely be pretty awesome when I can change out the barbell for one of the ones someone bought me. That’s right, bought for me. This kid came into Spencers and I was working on my body jewelry. I made a comment how I would love to get the 4-pack of industrials one day, and he offers to buy it for me. Just out of the blue! I didn’t believe him, until he took the pack from me and placed it on the counter. And just like that, paid for them along with his stuff. I have no idea who that kid was, but those industrials shall come in handy. Oh yes, they shall.

My weekend was riddled with idiocy I would have to say: I went to a family reunion. I was already irked that I was missing out on some fun stuff in Charlotte; I had to endure all kinds of stupidity, on multiple levels. I was anything but pleased at the prospect of having to room with my aunt, when my cousin and I Clearly already laid claim to one of the two hotel rooms. Seriously, how can a person let someone claim a room... then come back later and tell them they have to move? Needless to say, I put up a resistance. And the next time they came into the room, I was more than ready to tell them that I was NOT moving. At all. Period. My aunt was going to have to literally pick me up if she wanted me to room with her. Overall, I pretty much ate all weekend; it wasn’t like I was allowed to go anywhere and do anything else. My cousin and I were only allowed to a measly hour in downtown Asheville... ONE HOUR! And that got interrupted when we had to go back to my grandmother’s house to check the locks because the neighbor’s granddaughter said the door was open. Result of cutting my happiness short: The door was locked... which I knew... because I locked it my damn self. I looked around and just asked: “Do we know if she saw the door unlocked and opened… while we were THERE?” of course, I get no response. Typical.

This had gotten to be a pretty long post, so I’ll close it here, and make a 2nd post after.

Hello my lovelies. So much to write, so much to write. 1st of all, I have to give an update on my Dementia Clothing order. I FINALLY got it; can’t say I’m all that impressed really. It honestly wouldn’t surprise me if Lectra found some stuff lying around that matched what I wanted, and tossed it together and shipped it just to shut me up. I could tell she was a little less than enthused about me, considering the package had no wrapping in it, and no invoice. Kind of like a “Here’s your shit, now stop talking about me.” Ya know what… I think I won’t, just because of that. I endured months of trying to contact this woman, and invested nearly $100 for an outfit I was going to proudly wear to an event that has since looong come and gone… twice. I still stand by my belief that noone should buy Dementia clothing unless you’re in the market to get ripped off. The outfit I finally received, I handed over to my friend Laura, who altered it for me. She added some designs so it wouldn’t be so plain and—how shall I put this—ugly and embarrassingly dull. She also shortened the straps so they wouldn’t be flying everywhere. I swear, I love that girl, and she made that outfit look amazing! I ‘m totally proud to wear it—it hardly looks like the same outfit I was sent, which is a blessing and a half of course. I can’t wait until she gets her clothing line up and running: Iconoclast Clothing. More to come as that develops ^_^ Oh and Dementia... last I checked, her site’s non-existent now. Personally, I don’t think she deserved a site, with all the bad business practices that were going on with her.

Now for something pleasant and AWESOME! This past Sunday was one of the best concerts I’ve been to in a while. The Crystal Method was in town. I’ve loved them for the longest time, at the very least a decade now. I was in the front, dancing and screaming like an idiot when I get approached by this lady who asked me if I was a fan. I nod emphatically and she tells me to wait where I was. She goes off to tell this guy, and he heads off... then comes back with a picture. Just for being an avid fan, I’d won an autographed picture of The Crystal Method!! There are only 3 of those particular pictures: The group has one, the fan club has the 2nd, and I have the 3rd one!!! I was ridiculously excited the entire time. I got to go backstage, had my picture taken with both Ken and Scott, and hung out with them by the bus for a while. The only thing that would have made it even more awesome would have been if I could have gone on the tour-bus ^_^. Overall, it was the most awesome night ever, and a glorious end to an otherwise shitty family-riddled weekend. And I need to go back to Asheville and do some downtown shopping on my own friggin time. It’s not like it’s a far drive after all.

And now for a moment in stupidity: apparently this lady came into the store wanting to return fog lights. My sales associate Tricia was there. She listens to this woman, then tries to keep from laughing. For one thing, she has no receipt. No receipt, no returns, no exceptions. Also, we can only do returns and exchanges on items that have been bought up to 30 days prior to coming in. This woman told Tricia that she bought the lights LAST HALLOWEEN. The last time I checked… we’re closer to this upcoming Halloween than we are to last Halloween. And the final kicker: She bought it online… from the Spirit store. This means, ladies and gentlemen, that she in fact did NOT even GET this stuff from SPENCERS!! Tricia explains to the woman that Spencers is not part of Spirit. Owned by the same overall company, but not the same entity. This assclown of a woman is still confused as to why she can’t return the lights, until Tricia tells her “If there was anything that could be done, which there ISN’T, you would have to take it back to the Spirit store.” Her response was to ask if there was a Spirit store in the mall, to which Tricia tells her no. why? Because it’s NOT HALLOWEEN YET DUMBASS. So this woman—who I have now decided should be a spokesperson for abstinence—says that she’ll wait until they open and take the lights back then. I mean really, is she serious? What kind of world do we live in where people are allowed to roam the streets, this fucktastically retarded? I would love to see her go into the Spirit store when it opens.