Today was a very busy day. It started promptly at 8:00 - wait - 8:15 - no, that’s not quite right either. Um… my day started promptly at 9:00am. For those of you who know me (and by “know” I mean - those of you who call me til all hours of the early early morning) you can pick yourselves off of the floor now. I normally do go to bed around 9:00AM - but today was a very special day. I decided to take the plunge and take my tests for placement at school. *sigh*

Placement tests go a little something like this: You walk in with your student id and student id number - a kind gentleman resembling the dad from Fresh Prince Of Bel Air leads you to your jail cell - I mean - cubicle - where he logs you in and tells you you have all the time you need because the tests are not timed. You sit and stare at a computer screen that spits out these complex sentences and asks you if they are correct or if there is perhaps a better sentence that sums up what the “author” intends - or IMPLIES. After a few of these heart wrenching exercises - the computer digs deep and pulls out from his tight, constipated ass a paragraph and asks you to “sum it up nicely” - according to what you THINK the author is trying to imply/state. 60 - count then six - zero - of these puppies and you feel like you really have no command of the english language at all. After you’ve cried silent tears all over the gateway computer’s keyboard a new screen appears informing you that now you’ll need to take the MATH placement tests. Fractions, percentages, and algebra equations OH F’IN MY! I thought I would d-i-e. At first I really tried hard. Seriously tried hard. I worked out the little problems on the pieces of scratch paper provided for me. I considered writing a poem or two to pass the time - since the tests weren’t timed - but realized that I had to answer the questions from hell in order to be released from my prison cell the college called cubicles. I thought about maybe post poning my doom. I could take several classes with out ever touching math, I reasoned, but something inside of me called insanity drove me on. Question after Question after equation after what percentage of rain that drops from onto my grandmother’s porch actually lands on her petunia plants. Finally the test was over. 3 hours later. And I think 2 of those hours were me praying to God to strike me dead. I’m NOT being dramatic. I stood up from my chair and walked slowly to the man who would tell me my fate. I had heard him offering up compliments to many of the girls who had tested before me. Telling them stuff like how wonderful they were in Math and how surprised he was because girls usually don’t do so well in Math. I knew as I inched my way slowly to his desk that he would be relieved by my test scores, for my test scores affirmed his stereotypes of women sucking royally in math. Taking out a pen he circled the very first class on the top of the English pyramid. “Very good, young lady” He remarked. “You tested very high in English - you can go on and take Composition whenever you are ready.” Thank God, I thought to myself, being that my MAJOR was English and all. Turning the sheet over he circled the bottom class and looked up at me with a twinkle in his eye. “Not so good at math, I see.” No shit, sherlock. “You need to take these classes before you can take a class that will be for credit towards your major.” I nodded and reached for the paper. “I’m just glad it is over.” I mumbled, and my complaint was rewarded by a heavy laugh.

Summary? I spent 3 hours at a computer in order for the college to tell me what I already knew: I’m quite comfortable in English, and quite RETARDED in Math.

After all of that, I realized that I needed to run some errands, go to the bank so that my checks wouldn’t bounce since my balance is awful. When I filled out the slip for my deposit the teller informed me that I had actually deposited more than I had written down.

Summary? I’m quite comfortable in English, and quite RETARDED in Math.

Heading home, I quickly shoveled in some lunch - sat down and watched a bit of a movie - and then realized that if I didn’t move quick I would be late for my other job. Apparently the clock said 2:45pm - and I was moving like it said 1:45pm (work started at 3:00PM).

Summary? I’m quite comfortable… yeah - you guessed it.

So here I am - 12:10AM - Thursday, technically - with an exercise to do on Checks & Balances for my Government class. I know that technically checks and balances have nothing to do with math - and yet, I’ve managed to postpone it much like I did my placement tests.

I’m logged in. And I’ve never really begged before - but I’m about to start now.

Please - for the love of God and all that is good and holy in this world, call me and save me from my homework. I won’t ask you to help me with my homework. I won’t even ask you what percentage of time you’re willing to spend with me. I won’t measure, summarize, analyze or further access you in any way. I will jump into your lap like a happy little puppy - pleased for the break you’ve offered me.

Please.

With cherries on the top.

I had an orthodontist appointment today.

I could really just end this entry there, right? Orthodontist = pain. pain = ouchie = not a happy camper.

But I feel the need to say more. And I have an intense need for sympathy. It won’t help the pain - but a few “poor CeCe” s will most definitely take my mind off of things for a bit.

I had originally logged on for a few minutes - but due to some personal things going on in addition to the fact that I can’t hardly speak, I decided to log off and get some rest. I’m heading to my wonderful bed in just a few more seconds.

I haven’t been wearing my rubberbands like I should - and today I paid the price. When my ortho told me that he had a little something for me - I knew he wasn’t talking about a trip to Tiffany’s - or a nice screw in the little dentist chair. Not that I would do such a thing with my ortho at all. He’s a sweetheart - but … I don’t think so. He’s a bit too much into the whole pain thing for me.

I have, what feels like, 4 rubber bands made out of the toughest rubber ever! Condoms should be made out of this rubber - but if they were - not only would they kill any chances anyone would have of getting a VD - but it would also kill any chances of ever having an orgasm during the sex act. These rubber bands are as stretchy as a pair of lycro shorts worn by a fat lady during the summer months. These rubber bands are about as stretchy as a piece of rope made out of steel. There is no give in these things whatsoever - so I’m basically talking like my mouth is wired shut. The pain is so intense that I want to keep my mouth closed forever - and even with my mouth closed and my lips pressed tightly together in some sort of prayer for an early death, the rubber bands are STILL trying to get my mouth closed even tighter. There is no doubt in my head that something is moving where my teeth are concerned - and I’m sure it’s bone - some bone lodged deep with in my jaw that is refusing to come to the party-o-pain.

I have had thicker wires - which was painful. I have accidently hit myself in the damn mouth a time or two - and that is painful. But these rubberbands give pain a whole new definition.

So I can’t log on right now. I’m on alerts - and if I feel like it I’ll answer. If not - don’t take it personally - it just means that the drugs kicked in and I’m drooling on my pillow with out you. Hopefully the pain will be better tomorrow after work and I’ll log in and do a few calls. I am also hoping that the tolerance for this pain increases or whatever - so I can log on this weekend, too. But we will see. If you want to speak to me and you don’t see me on - make an appointment to talk. I promise I will do my best to be here and take your call. It always feels like there will always be pain - but the truth is - by tomorrow I will be much better. Sleep and Advil will make sure of that!

Talk soon…

I take immense pleasure in so many things! I love getting a passage of a very difficult song on the piano perfect. I enjoy an orange that is easy to peel - the kind that you can peel in one big clump! - only to find that the fruit is sweeter than any orange juice that comes in a bottle. I enjoy a great book - whether or not it is a funny fluffy kind that you can read in an afternoon - or a more complex one that you pick up every now and again that challenges your vocabulary skills as much as tests your comprehension. I enjoy a nice hot shower with just the right amount of water pressure and I enjoy the unexpected perfect photo that your digital camera captures. When I write poetry I enjoy that line that just sums up everything perfectly and when I was younger I enjoyed swimming in our Lake and finding little pockets of cold water with my toes while my body floated in the warm water near the surface of the lake. I enjoy curling up in my bed under piles of blankets while my air conditioner spits out 70 degrees and cooler bursts of ‘chill’. I enjoy a great pair of socks - and the perfect sports bra. And I get immense pleasure from some (practically MOST) of my callers!

The past few weeks have been busy ones for me - and I know I haven’t had the opportunity of highlighting some of the more spectacular bits of feedback I’ve been fortunate to receive. It always feels a bit like bragging to me to focus on the good things…sort of like I’m running a constant advertisement of my skills during some commercially saturated evening of the SuperBowl or somethin’… But I figure that this is as much a compliment to my callers intelligence and great taste (haha! - kidding, really!) as it is a compliment to me for my skill - so I’ll let it on out! Here are the more recent comments from my Anything Goes listing on Niteflirt:

• from “Van…”: She manages to combine her soft voice and naughty nature into a great call. Plus she’s really very sweet. - Thank you so much, “Van…”! I have to say that you made my day when you admitted to me (admitted? that sounds like you’re doing something bad! lol - how about “disclosed”?) that you read my diary. So if you are reading now: You are also VERY sweet and gentle and I always appreciate hearing from you. Thank you for your kind words…totally unexpected and totally appreciated!
• from Joe: Once again CeCe exceeded my sexpectations, as she says. I called with a hardcore nasty group sex fantasy. After my quick explanation, she got right into it, getting down and dirty. This girl does have a wicked kinky mind. Her descriptions and sound effects are awesome. Don’t let that sweet innocent smile, the cute face or the sweet candy coated voice misslead you. CeCe gets as raunchy and nasty as anyone. I needed some release, and she got me off BIG time. I’m still shaking 10 min. after the call. Thanks CeCe! Wow, Joe! You’re very welcome!! I think you are very kind to me, also, because I seem to remember I got a bit confused with all the action that nite we spoke! And not trying to pick apart your compliment - BUT - (lol!) I really appreciate the fact that though the sweet voice and smile and face doesn’t trick you into thinking I can’t say some of those naughtier words - these little attributes of mine (haha) probably make the naughty words I say even MORE naughty, huh? Thanks so much for your calls and friendship!
• from “Tad”: Celina is such a sweet girl. She will do anything to make you happy. She is all about pleasing! This seems the appropriate time to announce I’m pretty sure I’m going to be hypnotized soon in the art of submission…with all the compliments on how well I please, I think I’ll be a natural at being submissive! I’ll try to let ya know when the listing comes up, Tad… maybe you’ll bite? *wink*
• from Dave: Another excellent, very detailed, roleplay from Celina. I had to highlight Dave because I appreciate him so much. Not only does Dave give me clear direction - but he also has no problems telling me what he needs more of while doing a fantasy. He appreciates my build ups and story lines and gives me just the right amount of information so I can get his fantasies just right. I also gotta say that due to my forgetfulness (as well as 20 other people who say their names are Dave!) - he’s patient enough to remind me quickly who he is and what fantasies we’ve shared in the past. I’m getting to know his voice pretty well now though - so that may not be necessary in the very near future!
• from “two N’s”: Not sure where to begin, perhaps because I’m still recovering. CeCe is young (but without the need to affect an immature girlish voice); she’s clever and inventive; she takes the time to think about what her caller will respond to. She’s funny, and intelligent, and literate (but not to the point of taking herself too seriously). Most important, she’s sexy — partly because of the qualities I’ve mentioned above, and partly because she just seems to genuinely enjoy talking about sex. I’m so glad I stumbled upon her — and I look forward to stumbling again. Oh my gosh! This truely made my day when I received this compliment/comment. He had me at “you must be a writer” truth be told - and it seems that we’ll probably have many more great moments in the near future. “two N’s” (because I don’t know yet if it’s okay that I mention him by name here…) took the time to look thru my journal - look at my wish list - as well as read my listings before he called. I appreciate that he got to know who I was before giving me a try - and was delighted in who I was…bad grammar and all! (remind me to talk about that one!). Nice to meet you, hon…glad you stumbled, too!
• from “MPP”: It has been too long since I have feasted in the garden of CeCe. The fruit is ripe, sweet and juicy and I love the taste of it in my mouth. A smooth soft wet succulent peach ready to open and make its erotic delights available to a starving man. Nothing is quite as satisfying as the sweet taste of Cece. Wow! When I heard from MPP - it was a wonderful treat! I hadn’t spoken to him for a long time (I guess our schedules are different) - and maybe it will be a while till I get to speak to him again - but what a sweet kinky call we had - and was I ever honored to receive this great bit of feedback from him! Not to mention - you had me at “garden of CeCe”. Mmmmm… I love a poetic man! While wearing panties…priceless! *wink*
• from my “Tor”: Absolutely outstanding, as usual. The best girl around, cute, sexy, very imaginative and does excellent with roleplays. Highly recommended! I have to say just a little bit about Tor. He’s Swedish - so that’s a bonus right there! In addition to this lovely, sweet, and somewhat shy Swede, he’s also very very descriptive about his fantasies. I look forward to his fantasies because they are truly original stories when it comes time for them. I feel like I get to tuck Tor in with a nice lovely story - and he can relax - sit back and just listen. Well…listen and stroke! (lol!). Like so many of my role play calls - we just fit well together. I know what he likes - he gives me suggestions - and I spin my little tales around the stories. It’s like verbally writing to me - truly stimulation of the most erotic sort.

Perhaps next week I can do some of my favorite bits of most recent feedback from my roleplaying listing… (so as not to leave anyone out!).

Thanks again for the calls to all I mention - and to all those who I didn’t. Many of you, who I didn’t mention, saw to rate me after calls with me - even though you know you don’t have to. Many more of you sent me emails or tributes after calls with me … some with notes on how you hoped I could get my puppy soon - and many others with just “thanks” as a title with some money as a tip attached. I really do not expect these things - and so it is so nice when they happen with out having to solicit it. Ratings are not necessary - but they are quaint little ego strokes - and they do offer assistance to newer callers who want to know how good a flirt is - but other than that…it’s compliments for me or whatever other flirt you decide to rate. It’s verbal cash so to speak. So with that in mind: Thank you. I even got an email from someone who wrote to me to ask me if I was okay. I had finished a call with him and had not gotten what he needed or wanted - though with some reminding I did figure it out. I felt bad, though … I wanted to please him and felt that I had not done my job. I received what has to be - the sweetest “um…what happened?” note from a caller I have ever gotten! lol. I expected 3 stars or something - but what I got was a testament to not only our history of calls - but to his character. So thank you to YOU hun - for giving me the opportunity to get it right. You gave me immense pleasure by remembering what type of girl I am - and knowing you could let me know what had gone on and that I would fix it for next time.

I’m sorry this post is so lengthy. I had another post all ready to go but just felt that maybe I should hold off on it for a minute longer. You know how I have a 3 rants in a row minimum around here before I have to break it up with some sunshine and tulip talk.

Have a great weekend, Everyone. I’ll be around off and on all weekend - but feel free to shoot me an email if you’re wanting to speak to me at a certain time. Not promising anything for tonight…(I have a date) - but perhaps tomorrow (Sunday) we can unwind a bit?

Smoochies.

I’m disgusted. Truly disgusted. I feel as though I’m going to be held hostage by the Heiress In Jail update until that girl is let out of jail. I don’t think there has been so much press about something so incredibly vapid and useless since the press frenzy around Sanjaya or whatever his name was on American Idol. I was counting down the days till he was out of there - and I find myself doing the same with this Ms. Paris, too.

It has me thinking.

Is this every man’s fantasy?

Is this like some showtime television show that comes on about 1:00AM when all the little kids are in their pj’s with feet - and their parents are downstairs - in striped jail suits - watching the latest soft porn movie titled “Her time behind bars” - acting along with the somewhat predictable but no less appealing plot?

What is it about women in jail that makes a man’s penis stand to attention - and is this somehow to blame for the press frenzy around Ms. Hilton’s time there?

It’s not often that I listen to talk radio - but since my unfortunate event where my ipod and fm transmitor thing a ma jig was taken from me so violently (sob) - I have been listening to quite a bit of radio while I’m riding along in my car- and since the music played on regular stations no longer appeals to me - I change the station rapidly to talk radio. Everyone is talking about Paris - and they have their little spin on it - so as not to appear too… I don’t know … typical maybe. A show the other day almost caused me to get into an accident. A blonde called who sounded like a twin of Minnie Mouse - and described herself as being a DD - and small - like five feet and nothing small. She said that her boyfriend was in his fancy smancy car and had gotten pulled over by the police. She told the host of the show that she had never been so miserable in all her life and that she felt really bad for Paris and all that she would probably have to live thru while in jail. “They were calling me Princess” this stupid bitch cried. “It was because of my boyfriend - and I had a warrant because I didn’t show up for a court date - although I did pay the ticket - but they were so mean to me (hiccup) that…(gasp)…I just wanted to die! And the men there were so dirty - they were so (sniff sniff) filthy that I didn’t want to even sssssssit dowwwwwwn!”

I silently begged her to stop.

The hosts had hit their jackpot and went in for the kill.

“So how big are your tits?” They asked with what can only be described as a sinister laugh.

“What does that have to do with anything.” The blonde with big tits gulped. Good for you, I thought. Hang on to what little bit of decency you have left. Don’t answer the … “They are 34DD’s. I mean they are really big - but… what does that have to do with anything.”

“So are your nipples really sensitive?” The other DJ asked - dead pan.

“Um…” (Don’t do it stupid girl… don’tttttt) “Well - yeah - as a matter of fact they are … but again - this doesn’t have anything to do with my story.”

Oh yes it does!!! And for the next 15 minutes these two djs proceeded to show her exactly how relevant her jug size was to … well… to life. Specifically their fantasy about little princesses in jail - with big tits (or little ones - doesn’t matter) who find themselves in a jail cell - turning tricks with the guards for protection - or licking their cell mates pussy for a cigarette. Because that is what this is all about, isn’t it? Our (particularily) men’s fascination with women (princesses) behind bars - in dirty and animalistic places - where desperation can turn any good girl into a certifiable whore. Where bars are just backdrops to sinful fantasies - and where a key can unlock the possiblity of getting a girl to do just about anything for a hot shower and a phone call.

I understand. I have had my little fantasies, too - and well - I still like the whole gay cop bad inmate gay porn story. Never gets old. However, I don’t think I would be glued to the set - (or my Hitachi wand) if Denzel got put in jail today. I don’t even think I would be glued to the set if Richard Simmons was placed in jail - or any of the guys on Bravo Television’s “Work Out” - who have to be gay. I think. I don’t even think one of my callers - with muscles all lathered up in babyoil the way he likes - would get me to be obsessed about his time behind bars. How much is a photo of Paris in jail going for these days? And how many times has the mug shot of her been downloaded and downloaded ON these past … 12 or so hours?

Maybe I should put up a CeCe in jail listing. I can pretend to call you up collect - you accept the charges of course - and then I can tell you about my shower with the girls the other day. Or you can be the warden - and I can tell you to go fuck yourself if you expect me to be in the general public with the rest of the dirty filthy hos that are in here. You can push me down on my knees behind your desk - handcuff my hands behind my back to the legs of the desk behind me - and force your cock down my throat. Or - I don’t know - you can pretend that I’m in solitary confinement - and instead of slipping me a plate of hot slop thru the little slot in the door - you can put your cock thru the opening instead and insist that I suck that for lunch.

Seriously - if no one takes me up on my offer - I am going to be even more confused about the intense obsession with this chick’s jail sentence. If what I’m thinking is correct - right now at this moment - thousands of niteflirt girls are making up profiles about their time behind bars - and thousand more guys are lining up to call them and hear all about it.

I recently completed the incredible task of emailing 30 more men and sending pictures for each 15 minutes they were on with me. I really should learn to do this at the time that it happens - but that would be responsible of me - and we all know how procrastination is and will always be my middle name. Thanks again for all the great calls - and for being so patient with your presents! Enjoy them, boys. Remember - the promotion goes on until June 15th. I don’t know if I will continue it after that - you’ll all have to let me know if it’s a good idea or not. Of the 30 or so pics that I send out - maybe 5 men will actually write me back to let me know that they got them and enjoy them. Take your hands off your penis’ for a sec and send me a little note on nf or gmail (celinawetdreams) and let me know if you’re even excited by this offer. If it’s worth it to ya all - I’d like to continue doing it for another month. We’ll see, though.

I was going to write about a few of my favorite things (callers) but my hand is starting to cramp up - and truth be told - I’ve been extremely horny. I think I turned myself on with all this prison talk and I may just have to do something about that. I also have to work this evening *ho hum* which means I need to start saving up some energy so I can work out.

Remind me someone to talk about the cancer walk I participated in - and how drunk and horny I got while walking - and how we almost were asked to leave by the coordinators of the event. It isn’t as good as a prison type story - but it comes close in many ways!

*Smoochies*

When I think of Abba I think of a little suburb of Chicago (pronounced shee kah goe - lol!), my cousin, two part inventions by bach, the amtrak train, and cashews.

When I think of Stevie Nicks I think of my friend in highschool who was absolutely and incredibly beautiful but had no idea how beautiful she was - which made her even that more beautiful - if you know what I mean. I think of hardwood floors - and I think of her father - writing and grading papers on a huge thick wooden table in their living room. Their house was the sterotypical farm house - minus the animals - hard wood trim around every door and window and stairs that moaned out sad stories every time you walked on them. I loved that house.

When I think of TLC - I think of the song, “Ain’t too proud to beg” - and how fascinated I was with “Left-Eye” and that damn condom on her left eye promoting safe sex all the while singing provacative lyrics and dressing like some boy that hadn’t quite hit puberty yet.

I know of someone who has a record of songs that he has listened to every year of his existence - well - since he first learned of the power of music, I suppose - but still - that’s quite a bit of years, yes?

So here is my list for this year - the songs I’ve been listening to… ready?

Baba O’Riley - The Who
Leave (Get Out) - JoJo
IceBox
Annie’s Song - John Denver
Defy Gravity - Wicked Soundtrack
Man Eater - Nelly Furtado
Tell Me - Groove Theory
Heart of the matter - India Arie
Dance of the Arabians - Nutcracker Suite
That’s the way we like it…TLC
Seasons of Love - Rent Soundtrack
One of Us - Cheryl Pepsi-Riley

So far. There’s more - but these are the songs I will continually seek out on my play list - or hum to myself several times a day - or cry instantly as soon as the first few notes ring out…

Just thought I’d share.

Ok - I have to go. I am doing a walk tonight for an hour for cancer survivors/victims - and I need to put on my tennis shoes and get to stepping. I’m bringing along my pink baby ipod (courtesy of Mr. GSML) and will probably come across a few more songs that will be added to this list. Tomorrow is Sunday - and I have something very special to do - after I go to church with my family. I’ll be asking for forgiveness in case I do anything later … as well as probably asking for forgiveness for anything I do this evening. Believe it or not - much alcohol will be served at this little relay I’m participating in. My age seems to make me a target for many of my co-workers. Not that I mind - but I’m exhausted so drinking while underage and practically falling over from exhaustion wouldn’t be the wisest decision. But peer pressure is a bitch. I’m just saying. *wink*

Hopefully I’ll have some time tomorrow to tend to my other obligations (yes - that means pictures, boys…:) ) So yeah! Something to look forward to! And I’ll also be highlighting a few of my calls from over this weekend (like my offer of marriage! -Hi C - husband to be! *wink*-). Sorry I was coming and going and coming and going - I just … well… I just had lots of things on my plate this weekend! Anyways - I will be around for a bit Monday Morning (early early Monday, I think) so we’ll catch up then!

I better run.
Talk to you soon.