"Hey!
You're a crazy bitch,
But you fuck so good I'm on top of it;
When I dream,
I'm doing you all night;
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on"
--Crazy Bitch; Buckcherry
Hello world!
First of all... Notice that my alias on here isn't Cartagea anymore. I changed it to Kikou, which is what I've always planned on as my SG name. Why such haste to change my nickname on here? Well, hopefully I'll be a limbo girl sometime next week. I finally found a professional photographer! And for FREE! How did that happen? She's my mother-in-law... Well, basically. Hunter and I aren't married, but we're as close to it as a couple can come without the legal papers. Anyway, he's got a great eye and has been a blast to work on my SG photos with, but his mom is an actual professional photographer. She photographs nude human stills, weddings, still lifes, portraits and general art. She is also a professional with Photoshop and she works in internet graphic design. So on Monday, we're taking two photoshoots indoors with her lights and stuff. Then we're taking a couple photoshoots outdoors. She is calling parks and services with the county tomorrow to get us legal permission to photograph in a no trespassing area, which is the ruins of a 19th century mansion. It's got some graffiti in some places and shrines all over the place (Catholic, mostly shrines to St. Mary). I've totally got my outfit picked out and I'm going to wear these awesome wings. They're fairy wings, only they're HUGE. ...Like, they're sized to a human; they are the size of what a human would actually need to fly. They're also made with tons of velvet and silk. So nice! So anyway, wish me luck with my set(s)!
Other stuff... Today I spent some of the day making potions. I used to really be into Wicca. Nowadays I pretty much claim atheist, but I still go to mass sometimes, and I still end up in the midst of spells and stuff every now and then. Anywho, today I was working on an oil for business success. I also decided to sell some of my prescription medication to pay off my $1000 credit card bill. I don't know what Dad's going to say when he asks where the money came from and I tell him not to ask questions about it. I know it's a fellony and not too safe, but I can make $900-$1200 in one transaction. That's all I need to pay my bill. Such endeavors will never happen again afterward and I'm comfortable with it because it I trust the person that's going to move things along for me. Before I get a dozen comments, read on ...So why am I mentioning it on here? I didn't say anything illegal, that's why. It's legal to say you're *going* to do something, or even to say you are presently doing something. As long as a law enforcement officer doesn't catch you comitting any crimes in his presence, you can say whatever you damned well please. Freedom of speech! Aww, don't you love it?! And please, don't leave me comments about how bad or dangerous I am being. I'm an adult and I know what I'm doing and I am completely okay with it, its risks and its penalties.
In other news, there's not much going on at all. Everyday seems more and more boring. I can't wait till I start bio iv in a week or so. It's a one day class on advanced microscope. It's really the only plan I have for the rest of this summer until the whole semester starts up. That basically just results in me smoking lots of pot and playing with my guinea pigs. They're my bestfriends! Lol. Argh, the hardships of coming from upper-middle class, white collar parents......... They pay for everything. It sounds great, really, at first it does. But after a year and a half of nothin' to do when I'm off of school, it's just a breeding ground for depression. One would have *no idea* how depressing it is to have jack shit to do and every sort of entertainment system available at your fingertips. You always feel like you have no real purpose. You feel like you never earn anything. You feel like you have nothing to carry on for since every single thing is payed for. Eventually, you just don't want to get out of bed anymore. You know you don't do one useful thing, so what point is there? All you can think about is the boredom and the desire for something you MUST do. Alas, with all commodities payed for, there's nothing you must do other than refill your gas tank and buy another sack of weed. *Sigh..................................*
Haha, this is like, secret inner depression of the typical American yuppie college kid!
Well, I've written quite a bit so I guess I'll take off for now. Here are the practice pics that Hunter took of me in the cemetary the other day... Oh yeah, ignore the blemishes... I'm too lazy to Photoshop it right now.
Enjoy
Xoxo,
Muah!
--Kikou
You're a crazy bitch,
But you fuck so good I'm on top of it;
When I dream,
I'm doing you all night;
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on"
--Crazy Bitch; Buckcherry
Hello world!
First of all... Notice that my alias on here isn't Cartagea anymore. I changed it to Kikou, which is what I've always planned on as my SG name. Why such haste to change my nickname on here? Well, hopefully I'll be a limbo girl sometime next week. I finally found a professional photographer! And for FREE! How did that happen? She's my mother-in-law... Well, basically. Hunter and I aren't married, but we're as close to it as a couple can come without the legal papers. Anyway, he's got a great eye and has been a blast to work on my SG photos with, but his mom is an actual professional photographer. She photographs nude human stills, weddings, still lifes, portraits and general art. She is also a professional with Photoshop and she works in internet graphic design. So on Monday, we're taking two photoshoots indoors with her lights and stuff. Then we're taking a couple photoshoots outdoors. She is calling parks and services with the county tomorrow to get us legal permission to photograph in a no trespassing area, which is the ruins of a 19th century mansion. It's got some graffiti in some places and shrines all over the place (Catholic, mostly shrines to St. Mary). I've totally got my outfit picked out and I'm going to wear these awesome wings. They're fairy wings, only they're HUGE. ...Like, they're sized to a human; they are the size of what a human would actually need to fly. They're also made with tons of velvet and silk. So nice! So anyway, wish me luck with my set(s)!
Other stuff... Today I spent some of the day making potions. I used to really be into Wicca. Nowadays I pretty much claim atheist, but I still go to mass sometimes, and I still end up in the midst of spells and stuff every now and then. Anywho, today I was working on an oil for business success. I also decided to sell some of my prescription medication to pay off my $1000 credit card bill. I don't know what Dad's going to say when he asks where the money came from and I tell him not to ask questions about it. I know it's a fellony and not too safe, but I can make $900-$1200 in one transaction. That's all I need to pay my bill. Such endeavors will never happen again afterward and I'm comfortable with it because it I trust the person that's going to move things along for me. Before I get a dozen comments, read on ...So why am I mentioning it on here? I didn't say anything illegal, that's why. It's legal to say you're *going* to do something, or even to say you are presently doing something. As long as a law enforcement officer doesn't catch you comitting any crimes in his presence, you can say whatever you damned well please. Freedom of speech! Aww, don't you love it?! And please, don't leave me comments about how bad or dangerous I am being. I'm an adult and I know what I'm doing and I am completely okay with it, its risks and its penalties.
In other news, there's not much going on at all. Everyday seems more and more boring. I can't wait till I start bio iv in a week or so. It's a one day class on advanced microscope. It's really the only plan I have for the rest of this summer until the whole semester starts up. That basically just results in me smoking lots of pot and playing with my guinea pigs. They're my bestfriends! Lol. Argh, the hardships of coming from upper-middle class, white collar parents......... They pay for everything. It sounds great, really, at first it does. But after a year and a half of nothin' to do when I'm off of school, it's just a breeding ground for depression. One would have *no idea* how depressing it is to have jack shit to do and every sort of entertainment system available at your fingertips. You always feel like you have no real purpose. You feel like you never earn anything. You feel like you have nothing to carry on for since every single thing is payed for. Eventually, you just don't want to get out of bed anymore. You know you don't do one useful thing, so what point is there? All you can think about is the boredom and the desire for something you MUST do. Alas, with all commodities payed for, there's nothing you must do other than refill your gas tank and buy another sack of weed. *Sigh..................................*
Haha, this is like, secret inner depression of the typical American yuppie college kid!
Well, I've written quite a bit so I guess I'll take off for now. Here are the practice pics that Hunter took of me in the cemetary the other day... Oh yeah, ignore the blemishes... I'm too lazy to Photoshop it right now.
Enjoy
Xoxo,
Muah!
--Kikou
VIEW 11 of 11 COMMENTS
lu66:
oh, but you sooo deserved them!! so, what about Nietzsche, do you like his writing?? 
aijin:
Hot!