Well, Saturday was super awesome fun! I went to my boyfriends' sisters' wedding. Angel looked the same unlike most brides, she hardly had any make up on and the only thing that really made her look like a bride was the dress and the curly hair....she didn't look much different, still pretty in her own natural way. It was great though for a few reasons....key elements that made Angel's Wedding great.
1) I got to see Dik (my bf) in a tux like thing and giggle and how uncomfortable he was
2) I looked pretty in pink (hair that is) and got more compliments than upturned noses
3) Everyone was gushing over my daughter and how adorable she was walking around in her little flower girl dress
4) I finally got to meet a lot of Dik's family members like his Grandma, his uncles, and I even got to see his dad again (I haven't seen him since two years ago).
5) I got to help decorate for the wedding too and Angel loved my idea with the pearls around the gazebo
The Reception!
1) Okay first off Eric (Dik's younger brother) danced with his sister Angel at which point he cried and hugged her tightly and it was sweet and sad and moving. Then he proceeded from there (after blubbering in front of everyone about how his baby sister had grown up so fast) he promtly downed a whole bottle of champagne and some other liquors. Eric was done for and luckily we got him to come home with us before he became a spectacle (although secretly I wish I had seen the events that might have happened).
2) The tossing of the bouquet was fabulous. Angel pulled me up there saying, "You aren't gonna get my brother to marry you if you don't try to catch the bouquet!" So I went up there to the front of the pile of girls and as soon as she counted to three I shoved as many of the girls out of my way as I could and it was like touch football, but with more force but not enough to be considered tackling. I grabbed the upper part of the bouquet and thought I was victorious, but then I realized another hand was beneath mine and I became aggitated and the girl and I began a horrific shoving match. We pushed and shoved and her hair whipped around and the battle was so fierce (all caught on tape mind you) and after a long battle of the babes (I thought it was kinda hot actually, the bitch even clawed my hand up a little and that was just fire, hot, sexy) the bouquet gave way and tore in half. She got one half and I got the other and we both jumped up and hugged one another and everyone in the reception hall were on their feet cheering and clapping and laughing their damn asses off. I really thought that skinny little doll face girl would have just let go after the first couple of shoves, I mean come on, I have survived more mosh pits and fist fights than that little cream puff for sure, but she clung to it like the last thread of a burning rope. Her name was Lizzy I found out after a big hug and she and I sat down to breathe deep and drink together like we had always been pals. It was certainly fun.
3) The dancing. Dik and I shared a lot of slow dances and I went up and shook my tail feathers with the rest of the young girls and had a ball (really liquoured up by this point) My daughter was dancing away to the fast songs and looking up in curiosity at all the couples during the slow songs....it was adorable. One of the slow songs Jade made her way over to Dik and I and said, "Mama!" with a sad little look on her little adorable face arms out stretched, I picked her up and cuddled her and she got to slow dance with her mom and dad, it was a Kodak moment.
4) The Drive Home. Wow, this was a hilarious time as well. It was Dik, myself, little Mike (he's 20 and the son of Big Mike), Eric (the drunk younger brother), Alice (the youngest of Dik's three) and Jade (my daughter). We got lost and were headed toward Michigan City. So we stop at a Mc D's to ask directions at which Eric stated he drank too much (which we all knew) and he didn't feel well. We waited long enough for him to finish his smoke and then we took off, there was a meddian in the middle of the street that Dik didn't see and we almost hit it before I screamed, "No, that's the median! You're gonna hit it!" then he stopped in the middle of the two lanes and I said "you're going down the wrong way on a one way dufus!" so he did an illegal U turn and Eric moaned and groaned about feeling sick which was hilarious! Then we finally get on the right path toward home and everything was going swimmingly until Eric asked us to pull over because he was definately going to hurl. We pull off to the side of the Interstate and Eric stumbles out of the car and vomits in the soft valley grass. We made fun of the noises he was making and tunred the music off just so we could here his suffering (again hilarious!) After about 10 minutes we said, "enough man, we gotta get home and get these kids and appearantly you, to bed." he wiped the vomit from the corners of his mouth on his sweaty shirt and wobbled back to the van. As he opened the door he said, "Nah, guys I can't" and stumbled back down to the grassy valley near the side of the road. Eric then fell down into the tall grass and little Mike and I had to get out of the van to locate the poor drunk asshole. He wasn't passed out, he was just laying there laughing and kept repeating "I fell down guys! I fell down, but I'm okay. I'm okay guys, it's cool." We helped poor slobbering drunk Eric back to the van and loaded him in (That was histarical I thought I was gonna piss all over my pretty dress!) We made it home with no more stops and Eric passed out on the living room floor instantly with a trash can near his head just in case. It was priceless!
So in short, I had a great time at Angel's wedding and I will be posting pictures soon. Well, that's it for now.
Over and Out,
Zeriah
1) I got to see Dik (my bf) in a tux like thing and giggle and how uncomfortable he was
2) I looked pretty in pink (hair that is) and got more compliments than upturned noses
3) Everyone was gushing over my daughter and how adorable she was walking around in her little flower girl dress
4) I finally got to meet a lot of Dik's family members like his Grandma, his uncles, and I even got to see his dad again (I haven't seen him since two years ago).
5) I got to help decorate for the wedding too and Angel loved my idea with the pearls around the gazebo
The Reception!
1) Okay first off Eric (Dik's younger brother) danced with his sister Angel at which point he cried and hugged her tightly and it was sweet and sad and moving. Then he proceeded from there (after blubbering in front of everyone about how his baby sister had grown up so fast) he promtly downed a whole bottle of champagne and some other liquors. Eric was done for and luckily we got him to come home with us before he became a spectacle (although secretly I wish I had seen the events that might have happened).
2) The tossing of the bouquet was fabulous. Angel pulled me up there saying, "You aren't gonna get my brother to marry you if you don't try to catch the bouquet!" So I went up there to the front of the pile of girls and as soon as she counted to three I shoved as many of the girls out of my way as I could and it was like touch football, but with more force but not enough to be considered tackling. I grabbed the upper part of the bouquet and thought I was victorious, but then I realized another hand was beneath mine and I became aggitated and the girl and I began a horrific shoving match. We pushed and shoved and her hair whipped around and the battle was so fierce (all caught on tape mind you) and after a long battle of the babes (I thought it was kinda hot actually, the bitch even clawed my hand up a little and that was just fire, hot, sexy) the bouquet gave way and tore in half. She got one half and I got the other and we both jumped up and hugged one another and everyone in the reception hall were on their feet cheering and clapping and laughing their damn asses off. I really thought that skinny little doll face girl would have just let go after the first couple of shoves, I mean come on, I have survived more mosh pits and fist fights than that little cream puff for sure, but she clung to it like the last thread of a burning rope. Her name was Lizzy I found out after a big hug and she and I sat down to breathe deep and drink together like we had always been pals. It was certainly fun.
3) The dancing. Dik and I shared a lot of slow dances and I went up and shook my tail feathers with the rest of the young girls and had a ball (really liquoured up by this point) My daughter was dancing away to the fast songs and looking up in curiosity at all the couples during the slow songs....it was adorable. One of the slow songs Jade made her way over to Dik and I and said, "Mama!" with a sad little look on her little adorable face arms out stretched, I picked her up and cuddled her and she got to slow dance with her mom and dad, it was a Kodak moment.
4) The Drive Home. Wow, this was a hilarious time as well. It was Dik, myself, little Mike (he's 20 and the son of Big Mike), Eric (the drunk younger brother), Alice (the youngest of Dik's three) and Jade (my daughter). We got lost and were headed toward Michigan City. So we stop at a Mc D's to ask directions at which Eric stated he drank too much (which we all knew) and he didn't feel well. We waited long enough for him to finish his smoke and then we took off, there was a meddian in the middle of the street that Dik didn't see and we almost hit it before I screamed, "No, that's the median! You're gonna hit it!" then he stopped in the middle of the two lanes and I said "you're going down the wrong way on a one way dufus!" so he did an illegal U turn and Eric moaned and groaned about feeling sick which was hilarious! Then we finally get on the right path toward home and everything was going swimmingly until Eric asked us to pull over because he was definately going to hurl. We pull off to the side of the Interstate and Eric stumbles out of the car and vomits in the soft valley grass. We made fun of the noises he was making and tunred the music off just so we could here his suffering (again hilarious!) After about 10 minutes we said, "enough man, we gotta get home and get these kids and appearantly you, to bed." he wiped the vomit from the corners of his mouth on his sweaty shirt and wobbled back to the van. As he opened the door he said, "Nah, guys I can't" and stumbled back down to the grassy valley near the side of the road. Eric then fell down into the tall grass and little Mike and I had to get out of the van to locate the poor drunk asshole. He wasn't passed out, he was just laying there laughing and kept repeating "I fell down guys! I fell down, but I'm okay. I'm okay guys, it's cool." We helped poor slobbering drunk Eric back to the van and loaded him in (That was histarical I thought I was gonna piss all over my pretty dress!) We made it home with no more stops and Eric passed out on the living room floor instantly with a trash can near his head just in case. It was priceless!
So in short, I had a great time at Angel's wedding and I will be posting pictures soon. Well, that's it for now.
Over and Out,
Zeriah
So I'm modeling tonight at my usual place at the usual time for the usual people. Fun fun fun and 2 hours late I'll be 40bucks richer and I will leave with the satisfaction that I am helping young artists develop a better understanding on how to draw the human figure. I love being the model for the Life Drawing class. I've been their model for almost 5 years now. It was modeling there that made me confident enough to come forward and try out for SG. So far, no dice on SG, but at least I still have my college kids to model for. They all know about my attempts on SG and they have been just as disappointed about my rejections as I have. They say I should just create my own site because my stuff is great and yet it's still being rejected, but that's such a improbably and inpracticle idea. I know why my sets are being rejected and I'm trying to fix that, but until I do I'm just going to keep submitting sets here until I get good news. Then it'll be smooth sailing, I hope. All I have to do is keep trying out new photographers until one makes the photo quality so good it gets my set accepted, then I shall stick with that one photographer that has the photo magic and submit sets like crazy. So don't you worry ladies and gents, there will be plenty of trials and errors before I go pink, but mark my words.....I WILL GO PINK!
xoxo
Zeriah
Then it'll be smooth sailing, I hope. All I have to do is keep trying out new photographers until one makes the photo quality so good it gets my set accepted, then I shall stick with that one photographer that has the photo magic and submit sets like crazy. So don't you worry ladies and gents, there will be plenty of trials and errors before I go pink, but mark my words.....I WILL GO PINK!xoxo
Zeriah
So boils and gouls it's been a while since my last post and for that I appologize, I let SG go to the back burner for a little while since I had other obligations to tend to, but now that that's all through I can update everyne on the lack-tacular events that have past. Let's see, I was busy looking for a new job, since my job is sucking even more so than per usual and thus boredom has set in and I must find a new profession rather soon. So I have been busy making copies of my resume and sending them off to various places. No interviews yet, but that's okay with me since I'm not in too big of a rush to find a new line of work, sure I can't stand where I am right now, but I don't want to rush future employers into hiring me, they can take their time filtering through the resumes and apps as long as mine sticks out, which I made it so it does grab their attention. I called a few places and they said they would look at the resume they have on file as soon as they could, some even said I have a great phone personality and they will get right on that application and resume review and call me back to schedule intervies, so that's a plus. Now I just have to wait and see what they say when a hot pink pixie style hair do is staring them in their dull boring faces I have an insider at Centennial that told me he thinks the Pink Hair would be a big plus for selling cells to the girlie girls and he's an Assistant Manager for the local Centennial in my neighborhood, so that is a damn good lead. Then there is another girl at Target who says she is sure they would hire me to sell jewelry or Girl's clothing even with my facial piercings because Target is trying to appeal to a younger crowd these days and the local Record Shoppe Manager is in love with my style so we'll see what happens when she runs my info by the head guy tee-hee. My personality sells itself and the "unique" look helps I guess. Anyway, My boss at Steak N Shake frowned upon my sudden hair change and told me to change it to a "normal" color or not come back. I came back to work, but I didn't follow his instructions exactly, I came back with "normal" hair, but it's "normal" fake hair.....that's right I wait tables in a fuckin wig! HaHAHAHAHA!!! That'll show that bastard! Oh and the best part is as soon as I am off his clock and mostly out of uniform I take that wig off right in front of the customers and shock the shit out of them. The other day when I did that right in front of my last remaining table of 40 year old somethings and in front of my boss the table gasped and then proceeded to gush about how fabulous my hair is and proceeded to ask me why on earth I had to wear that silly wig when they thought my hair was stunning and interesting. My boss was livid I mean I could see the steam coming out of his ears and when he tried to give me shit I just smiled and pointed at the clock above the head and flashed my time card at him...."You don't own my ass right now, I'm on my own time you fashion nazi". Man did the 40 year old somethings love that response they laughed and smiled and proceeded to tell him they found me pleasant with the pink hair or the brown hair and they felt it made no difference. Maybe I can change the way corperate feels about the stupid dress code, but I'm not out to try really. Moving on, I turned 23 on September 8th and Dik and I just celebrated our two year anniversary together yesterday. It was nice. He didn't get me a present for my birthday, but he did at least make up for it on our anniversary by buying me this dress I really wanted and taking me out to a nice steak dinner with wine and all that, it was a lovely evening. Then we went to the beach and got ice cream while walking along the shoreline kicking sand at each other all playful and cute. So all in all I guess it wasn't a bad Birthday/Anniversary with the love of my life. In other news, the day before my birthday I got the tragic email that "You are so cute, but your theme just isn't what we're looking for." letter from SG. Another set rejected, damn damn damn. Oh well, I suppose life ain't all bad. I have planned a simple as can be set that involves Jack D, my pretty new dress, and cherries. I say simple because it's going to be in a plain dining room with the sun setting through the patio window and I will be enjoying my moment in Whiskey Heaven. I'm done with all these super plain and super busy bright sets for the moment. Appearantly the first set isn't supposed to be super bold and eye grabbing and well written like my last set. I mean literally, I wrote out a script of stage directions for that last set and it was still rejected, so fuck it, lets go Plain Jane and see what that'll get me. Enough ranting and such I'm tired and need to get some sleep, I have to go to work in the morning and stuff.
xoxo
Zeriah
I have an insider at Centennial that told me he thinks the Pink Hair would be a big plus for selling cells to the girlie girls and he's an Assistant Manager for the local Centennial in my neighborhood, so that is a damn good lead. Then there is another girl at Target who says she is sure they would hire me to sell jewelry or Girl's clothing even with my facial piercings because Target is trying to appeal to a younger crowd these days and the local Record Shoppe Manager is in love with my style so we'll see what happens when she runs my info by the head guy tee-hee. My personality sells itself and the "unique" look helps I guess. Anyway, My boss at Steak N Shake frowned upon my sudden hair change and told me to change it to a "normal" color or not come back. I came back to work, but I didn't follow his instructions exactly, I came back with "normal" hair, but it's "normal" fake hair.....that's right I wait tables in a fuckin wig! HaHAHAHAHA!!! That'll show that bastard! Oh and the best part is as soon as I am off his clock and mostly out of uniform I take that wig off right in front of the customers and shock the shit out of them. The other day when I did that right in front of my last remaining table of 40 year old somethings and in front of my boss the table gasped and then proceeded to gush about how fabulous my hair is and proceeded to ask me why on earth I had to wear that silly wig when they thought my hair was stunning and interesting. My boss was livid I mean I could see the steam coming out of his ears and when he tried to give me shit I just smiled and pointed at the clock above the head and flashed my time card at him...."You don't own my ass right now, I'm on my own time you fashion nazi". Man did the 40 year old somethings love that response they laughed and smiled and proceeded to tell him they found me pleasant with the pink hair or the brown hair and they felt it made no difference. Maybe I can change the way corperate feels about the stupid dress code, but I'm not out to try really. Moving on, I turned 23 on September 8th and Dik and I just celebrated our two year anniversary together yesterday. It was nice. He didn't get me a present for my birthday, but he did at least make up for it on our anniversary by buying me this dress I really wanted and taking me out to a nice steak dinner with wine and all that, it was a lovely evening. Then we went to the beach and got ice cream while walking along the shoreline kicking sand at each other all playful and cute. So all in all I guess it wasn't a bad Birthday/Anniversary with the love of my life. In other news, the day before my birthday I got the tragic email that "You are so cute, but your theme just isn't what we're looking for." letter from SG. Another set rejected, damn damn damn. Oh well, I suppose life ain't all bad. I have planned a simple as can be set that involves Jack D, my pretty new dress, and cherries. I say simple because it's going to be in a plain dining room with the sun setting through the patio window and I will be enjoying my moment in Whiskey Heaven. I'm done with all these super plain and super busy bright sets for the moment. Appearantly the first set isn't supposed to be super bold and eye grabbing and well written like my last set. I mean literally, I wrote out a script of stage directions for that last set and it was still rejected, so fuck it, lets go Plain Jane and see what that'll get me. Enough ranting and such I'm tired and need to get some sleep, I have to go to work in the morning and stuff.xoxo
Zeriah
http://suicidegirls.com/boards/Lifestyle/101952/ new thread, very cool check it out guys and dolls
xoxo
Zeriah
xoxo
Zeriah
Work was interesting last night, slow but interesting none the less. It was dead from 12a.m. til about 3:a.m. then suddenly cars were pulling in the parking lot in droves, which is unusual for a Monday night moving in to the wee hours of Tuesday morning ya know? Well, I had plenty of crappy tables and made little in tips but this one table, a couple in smoking, they were really cool. Everytime I would leave their table they were chatting quietly back and forth about how they knew me from somewhere, but couldn't place it. I pondered for a while about where our paths might have intersected, but I couldn't recall waiting on them before and I don't think they ever came to any of my live performances at Czar's 505 Club, so I let it go and we chatted about other things. They paid for their check, left me a fat tip, and walked out the door. As I was busing their table the girlfriend came running back in with her man trailing behind her, and she said, "We figured out where we've seen you before!!! You're a Suicide Girl!!! My boyfriend and I have a subscription and saw your set, wow I can't believe we're meeting a real Suicicde Girl!!!" after she gushed a bit longer and made me blush with all the lovely compliments and things, we exchanged myspace info and parted ways again. I sat down stunned. I couldn't believe I was reacongnized in public as a Suicide Girl and I'm not even Pink yet, I'm a limbo girl, a Hopeful and yet they love my set that was rejected! My co-workers were shocked too, especially since no one believes I'm trying to become a model for SG. One of the cooks said, "Can I have an autograph Miss Nude Model, that way if you get famous I have the first autograph and can sell it for a lot of money on Ebay someday." I thought it was amusing about the autograph and I was even more amused at the fact that I was reacognized. It's funny, about 4 years ago everyone knew me from the flyers all over down town that advertized my live shows at Czar's, Mickey's Pub, Bouy's, The Box Factory, so on and so forth....they would say, "Hey aren't you that Blues singer?" Then after I had the baby I stopped performing live, the band moved on, and so did the rest of the world. My demos are collecting dust on peoples shelves, and I no longer get asked if I'm that Blues singer chick from the flyers that no longer line store windows and telephone polls. Now, I have a new reputation, which is weird because I didn't have to advertise myself, I'm not even Pink yet, but the way that couple was gushing and such, I think it's only a matter of time before I go Pink. Hopefully word will spread and if I keep getting rejected then maybe I will have to point out to staff that I'm becoming popular enough to be demanded by the public If the public pants and begs long enough the master will have to quench their thirst for more of me 
So I had to point out what a fabulous evening I had from that point on, I was smiling bright. When my GM arrived to relieve me this morning I sat down with him and told him all about it, he was just as excited for me as I was. Don, is the best GM. He let me borrow a chair and use a trainer bow tie (black) from work for a photo shoot and made me promise that he could see my pics since it was the property of our restaurant that he was being nice enough to loan me. My GM just wants to see me naked, he's just to shy to admit it So I think it's time I go pink, getting reacognized in public while waiting tables at my job tells me it's about time to make me Pink and get more shoots up. I'm in demand now, the girlfriend, Shannon was her name, she said she can't wait to see more of my stuff.....so make this Hopeful pink!
xoxo
Zeriah
If the public pants and begs long enough the master will have to quench their thirst for more of me So I had to point out what a fabulous evening I had from that point on, I was smiling bright. When my GM arrived to relieve me this morning I sat down with him and told him all about it, he was just as excited for me as I was. Don, is the best GM. He let me borrow a chair and use a trainer bow tie (black) from work for a photo shoot and made me promise that he could see my pics since it was the property of our restaurant that he was being nice enough to loan me. My GM just wants to see me naked, he's just to shy to admit it So I think it's time I go pink, getting reacognized in public while waiting tables at my job tells me it's about time to make me Pink and get more shoots up. I'm in demand now, the girlfriend, Shannon was her name, she said she can't wait to see more of my stuff.....so make this Hopeful pink!xoxo
Zeriah
So, I had my first weekend off since my vacation and I was looking forward to it until we got my boyfriends kids to the house and discovered they all have poison ivy, that they tried to pass off as mosquito bites, that would be a swarm of mosquitoes for damn sure, so anyway, I tried to keep my distance, but oh no, they managed to infect me anyway. So now I am covered with poison ivy despite my efforts to not touch a single one of the kids and such, but I must have touched a blanket or toy or something that had the poison oils on it. So no photo shoots for a while. Sucky right? Last time I got poison ivy I couldn't get rid of it, it took a week and a half for the shit to go away, I don't need this shit right now....oh well. So since I managed to catch it, I decided to buck up and make the kids feel less "diseased" so we went to the park and had a barbque and ran around and stuff, it was fun, they were happy I wasn't mad at them, but seriously at first, I was pissed when I saw the rashes forming, I wasn't pissed at them really, more at the situation, their mom just figured what the hell why not send them to their dad's even though they have these huge rashes, he can deal with it while I do other shit, yeah, that's nice, thanks a lot, way to be a responsible parent lady. So My boyfriend and my 1 year old are the only two who don't have it. I hope my infant doesn't get it.
Later Mates,
Zeriah
Later Mates,
Zeriah
