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“what a year for a new year…”

so this has been a really bizarre year.
early 2010 started with me getting the last tattoo i got *sigh.* and my nose got pierced, which led to mr. man being really mad at me for a while. he still hates it.
i had been camming, then stopped because it’s just… ridiculous. i may do it again, i don’t know.
we used to do these photoshoots in this giant amazing house that finally got rented out… (3 floors, beautiful view, a million rooms, bathrooms with heated floors… damn i miss that place…) mr. man and i had an actual place to shoot models! i have beautiful pictures that i still haven’t done anything with! and some that are actually up on my dA.
i made some friends, only to lose them for whatever reason people like to leave my life. i crushed hard on a girl who had her own old man, so it would have been the perfect situation, but, again, it fell all apart.
i was also playing with vectoring (also some of this on my dA.) i still have a bunch of unfinished vector projects that were just… taking too long, i guess.
in the spring of 2010, there was wondercon, which was pretty cool. for the first time, someone i didn’t already know in person randomly recognised me. i acted like a fan girl and took photos of celebrities i was too scared to talk to…
we went on a road trip to chicago for ACEN (i could hope for that again, but it’s so not going to happen.) it was super fun. except for the trip there… this was the beginning of the end of my dexedrine… *sigh* and for some reason, it was snowing and storming across the entire damn country. we got into some scariness, driving through a blizzard at night. we had to sleep in the car, in the snow… it sucked, but it’s a story to tell. evidently, i was horrible the entire trip (i didn’t think i was…) which shattered my delusions of the trip and how it was a fun adventure and all. oh well. i guess my memories are my own. maybe my reality is different from other people’s O.o
there was that other con in Japantown, where i saw my Big Crush play on stage for the first time (maybe the last.) i took pictures of him… and that was basically the last time i spent any time with him…
for some reason the cherry blossom festival stands out to me, even though not a whole lot happened. it was just a really nice day, i guess. i got awesome pictures of the flowers and that made me pretty happy.
with spring always comes my birthday and my mom’s death day… then my mom’s birthday… i’m pretty out of it around that time.
my grandparents gave me their old truck for my birthday! which was awesome sauce. i still can’t drive it, i’m that pathetic.
it also brings Fanime, which is always pretty fun. i saw my Big Crush for about two seconds, no words were exchanged… coming home from fainme, we met our new neighbors… 2 lesbians and a guy (sounds like a sitcom…) Ryland, the guy, recognised us from the car. rather, he recognised mr. man. we became friends, had fun times and all that.
summer 2010, we went to comiccon, which was SUPER AWESOME and i really hope i get to go again! i got to see celebrities, met Nicotine in person (who i’ve known online for FOREVER,) and met some other people, too, who didn’t care who i was, but i knew them. i got a Lenore comic signed by Roman Dirge and was completely starstruck… it wasn’t LL Cool J or Malcolm MacDowell that got me worked up (i got photos of them in passing, while people crowded around,) but Roman fucking Dirge. also, i had expected San Diego to be fucking hot… no. it was actually cold. we did a couple of nice photoshoots in the motel (i ❤ motels, they have cable.) i still have one that i want to edit and give to eroticbpm.com, but i *nevergoddamndidit.* what's wrong with me?
i worked a lot for mr man in horrible heat over the summer and early fall. i made money. and spent it. i don't know on what, but it's gone. probably books. because this is when i started getting more and more into magicks.
fall 2010… i spent most of it depressed. i worked through september… halloween was a whisper. i was supposed to work the Exotic Erotic Ball (ON A BOAT!) but they were hella giving me the runaround, and it got cancelled. ha! karma! however, i still have the outfit i bought… (shoeees….)so i need to do a shoot with that. (thanks to Stephy Slaughter for getting me the gig anyway :* )and we've been struggling financially because the guy we worked for won't pay us (STILL.) that ruined thanksgiving and christmas. my grandpa had a minor stroke around thanksgiving, and i've been struggling with my grandma who won't admit she needs my help. i slept a lot… there were days when i was sleeping 15 hours… i got super sick and couldn't get out of bed.
Ryland fell in love and moved away, so there went another friend…
but the good things that happened this fall were the best! i went to a Rocky Horror show for the first time. and i went to the Dimmu Borgir show the night after, which was the best damn thing… good god. all the bands were amazing. it was the standing forever and getting crushed by the crowd that kind of sucked. but worth it. oh, and not having my good camera. i need a good point-and-shoot type thing to bring to these big concerts. Tess took me to see Black Swan, which… just… pwned. *-*
also this past fall, i went to my first ritual thing, to help heal Serena Toxicat’s siamese, Isis. it was the most amazing thing… the power of a group with all that positive healing energy… it left me feeling like my skin was golden for a few days…
i went back for the consecration of the Bast Temple/winter solstice celebration/eclipse viewing. my frankincense oil helped consecrate the Temple :3 now i feel invested and useful.
and that was my year.
other events that happened… i lost the last of my mom's cats… Fluffy. (my mom was so imaginative!) and got Chloe soon after. and it turned out Chloe was pregnant. she had her first litter right before we went to Chicago. Dante, Butters, Clover, and the Evelyns. (oh yeah, me and Tess saw Evelyn Evelyn and i took photos but lost the memory card. i have the one with Amanda Palmer's solo thing but i'm too depressed to do anything with them since i lost the Evelyn Evelyn card…) Clover, and one of the Evelyns found new homes… i never wanted to give up my magick ninja Dante girl. summer was fun, playing with kittens and taking pictures of them…
then, of course, not having enough money to get Chloe spayed (i still don't, and more cats that need it…) she got knocked up again. and that gave us Datura (thanks to Rain, he now has happy home with someone i consider a friend, Katrina, and renamed Bernard,) Holly (who found a home, also thanks to Rain, with another good kitty mommy, Valerie, and renamed Sahara,) Laurel, and Oleander (who still need homes.) i named them nice and neutrally after poisonous plants. Butters got sick from something and passed on… he was everyone's favorite cuddle muffin and i miss him so dearly…. i don't think i can handle more kitty death, so someone really needs to take Laurel and Oleander…
i'm sure other stuff happened… Brocas Helm gigs (those assholes are going to europe soon… without me. but, haha, norway in the winter. screw that noise.) i saw Satyricon early in the year with my longtime friend, Sam. it was pretty rad… there was the Marduk show, where Tess and i stood in the rain waiting to get in… for some reason they opened the doors WAY late. there were a lot of fights… a lot of nonsense trying to get my dexedrine and not being able to… trying to drive but there just hasn't been the time… some magick that worked, some that didn't. lessons learned, blahblah. and a lot of wasted time.
so here's to looking forward! hi, 2011! let's do this life thing a bit differently.
i’m not a “new year’s resolution person,” but what the hell. here’s what i plan for the following year (maybe putting it in writing will help me remember stuff.)
i’m going to get organised. clean out the old shit that doesn’t work, mentally and physically.
i’m going to try talking my doctor into seeing me even though i can’t pay him, and see if he’ll help me get ssi (hey, i can pay if i have money, right?) of course, then i have to man up and try to get the ssi… (any volunteers for hand-holding? i’m a bit agoraphobic, you see…)
i’m going to try my best to schedule my days! get up at a certain time, do certain things at specific times, etc.
i’m going to read and study and learn things! because my mind is awesome and i don’t want to waste it.
and i’m going to make music, dammit. this is the year. stop talking about it and do it!
and arts! and pretty things to sell, if i can!
as for modelling… well, i’m pretty sick of whoring myself, so pretty much… what happens, happens. i don’t care that i’m not famous, or even worthy of notice anymore. i mean, i struggled for nearly 4 years going *LOOK AT ME, DAMMIT! LOVE ME!* and i’m kind of over it. it turned me whorey, and i’m not a prude, but i’m just not into it anymore. if anyone wants to make fucking *art* i’m down with that.
and i’m going to get back in shape so i can be happy with myself. and i’d love to get in “ballet shape” so i can cosplay the Black Swan (i’m weird, yeah) and actually maybe be able to at least releve en pointe.
and i’ll make some art, too. get some film and see about using my holga and my yashica-d which i’ve barely even used. maybe film isn’t the in thing but dammit, it’s awesome. if i could find a way to become a concert photographer, that would be badass. i could be in *front* of that mass of people, not getting crushed, and taking pictures of the bands i love. (as if.)
and i’m going to talk to my grandma, and, if need be, force her into accepting the fact that i’m not useless and that i *can* and *will* help her.

if you read all this, you’re either really bored or really awesome.
happy 2011!

☠ soma ☠

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why start a blog?

i don’t know why i’m into this blog thing all of a sudden. it just seems like i have a lot to say about a lot of things. from the mushroom growing in the bathroom, my mother’s death, my struggles with anxiety/panic/agoraphobia, my obsession with black metal, kittens, my aging grandparents and my growing brother, my progress with magick, music, photography… and maybe the odd recounting of adventures in modelling – though those are few and far between these days.

i usually am of the opinion that no one gives two shits about what i have to say, but i came to the conclusion that that’s stupid. so often i feel so horribly alone,  but i know that there are people out there who have been through the same or similar situations. so i can babble. and i can help with my babble, because then, other people will know they’re not alone…

right now, all i can think about is how horribly sick i am, how i’m too poor to afford some goddamn soup and tea to make me all better… *sigh*

but coming up!

idk.

random fact: i do in fact live with a rock star. Jim Schumacher, bassist for Brocas Helm (he’s epic, check it out)

☠ soma ☠

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