NiteChylde

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.