I feel conflicted about Vegas. On one hand I’m intrigued by all the flashing lights and sounds of the slot machines. There is a part of me that enjoys the smell of cigars, cigarettes and quiet desperation. And I get a sick, twisted pleasure from successfully walking past the club promoters and other salesmen types peddling their wares every step you take. I keep waiting for the sin to start, and so far I’ve only noticed it in my own lust, and extreme, sick, perverted greed in playing the slot machines and poker on the machines. I’m not bold enough to play with the big boys at the tables, and my pay check won’t allow me to bet on black with those older kids on the roulette tables. So I sit with the ladies who play in their sweat pants and heels – smelling slightly of musk and Ben Gay, and obsessively pushing my pennies in hopes of attaining the big pay out.

There is a ton of food. I had one of the best meals of my entire life the other day. Comparing it to the best orgasm I’ve ever had? I’d take the pork chop every time. Yeah. It was that good. I would give up my hitachi wand for a pork chop at Del Monicos. I know that some of you might be threatened by that, but I have to tell the truth. I. Would. Make. Love. To. A. Pork. Chop. from Emerill’s Del Monicos. In public. There is also a ton of shopping. And also a ton of women in tight, little skirts and thigh high boots that are all the rage this season. And then there’s me. Why is CeCe in Vegas? No, I’m not getting married in the 5 kajillion chapels I’ve seen around town. And no, I’m not in any show (that I know of). I’m just spending time with some people I love. Taking some time to evaluate what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. Taking a little bit of a break from the hustle of my own life. Seeking some sort of clarity. Some sort of peace. Looking for some answers. Yeah – I’m basically in Vegas for a lot of bad reasons – but here for a very good reason. A few of you know why. I’d like to keep it that way before I make it totally public. Not to contradict myself, but I really am ecstatic to be here. There is nothing quite like it. And I’m looking forward to sinning a little bit. You know, doing the city proud. Except internet access is 15 dollars a pop and Im not sure how my cell phone handles long distance calls and if it would show up on my parents phone bill.. Yeah – they still have me on their phone plan, what do you want from me? So anyway, sinning through niteflirt will not likely be an option.

So I’m sorry that I have been MIA this weekend. The good news is that I’m coming home on Sunday and will promptly sign in and make up for all the hours I’ve been away. I’m out of school so I can basically sign in overnight through Monday afternoon. You’ll hardly miss me. Well, actually I know you will. But it will be a pain that is temporary and not permanent. I had planned on taking the time to make a few recordings and put out a few pictures and … you know what they say about the plans of mice and CeCe. Yup, they often go astray.

On a side note, do you know they charge 5 fucking dollars to get cash out of a machine here? And do you know that they make it virtually impossible to find your way out of the fucking casinos? I’m sorry that I used a form of the word fuck in the last few sentences, but fuck. It’s really annoying. I spent at least 15 minutes trying to leave Caesar’s palace the other evening. I just wanted to get back to the hotel room and go to bed. After spending about 10 of those 15 minutes turning around in circles, I finally was able to maneuver my way out of that place. If ever there was a fire in Vegas, people would die. Seriously. You’re not getting out. Might as well spin the wheel and bet on black.
Your odds would be better.

I’m pretty sure that I went an entire month with out writing on my blog. An. Entire. Month. That’s just shocking. Seriously. I LOVE writing. I love writing so much that I’m intending on making a career of it. But yet I have not written in a simple blog for an entire month. Longer, actually. But no post whatsoever for the month of November. Which happened to be my birthday month even. But since I’m no longer getting older in the magic world we call “Niteflirt”, not calling attention to my birthday actually worked in my favor. Yup. I’m STILL barely legal and still just 18! Tah Dah!

I could write a post about that. But I won’t. Although at this point, I’m sure many of you are just happy to be reading anything I write about!

What I want to say is that I’m knee deep in finals week. Today will be my very first final. And if you all could just take a moment out of your day and say a little prayer for me (Dionne Warrick style) around 1:00PM PST, I’d appreciate it. I’ll be attempting to write 3 short essays in about 80 minutes for my English Literature class. Hopefully I’ll be successful, but I’m not good at writing under pressure (obviously).

All in all, this semester of school has gone extremely well. I’m sitting on a 100 percent right now in Math class. Yeah. 100 percent. Which means on every test I’ve done I’ve gotten 100 percent on. Can I say that any more times? Meanwhile in my upper level English class I’ve received a B on my last essay. Which really isn’t THAT surprising considering I suck at essays. Well, I don’t suck, they just aren’t my ‘thing’. I’ve really enjoyed this class though, and I’d love to nail the final and walk out of the class with an A. I deserve it. And then there’s the Anthropology class, that even with an excellent tutor (thank you Dr. Benway!) I’m still struggling with all the terms and stuff I’m forced to learn. Axis. Coccyx, Tarsus, Occipital, Gracile, Robust, Sternum, Calcaneus, phalanges, metatarsals, temporal, deciduous… seriously. It’s a damn 1 credit lab class and I feel like I’m in medical school. Haven’t been surrounded by that many skeletons and skulls in – well, forever, really. When I’m done cramming all of this information into my head I’ll impress you with some of the things I’ve learned (do you know why your clavicle is S shaped? I do. ). It really is fascinating, this human body. And I am really (despite my bitching and complaining) so excited to be in a position to learn all about so many different things. Going to school is by far one of the smartest things I’ve ever done and I’m so absolutely blessed and thankful to have a ‘job’ that allows me to continue my educational goals. That was what I would have written in November. A big huge Thank You to all of my clients and friends.
But yeah… I didn’t.

So I’m almost done. And then I’m going to take a little bit of a vacation. Twice. But more on that later. For now know that I’m thinking of all of you, and even though my schedule is a bit fucked at the moment, it should get a bit clearer in less than a week. I am still logging on during the evenings, and lately I’ve been staying on overnight. I can’t promise I’ll hear the phone ring at 3:00AM, but I have been getting up regularly around 5:30 thanks to my alarm clock (wink wink nudge nudge to you know who for being my alarm clock every morning practically!) I’ll update some things around here after Thursday’s last final and settle down long enough to put up a working schedule. At least. I hope.

Oh, and Manic Make up Monday became more of a Manic Finals Mayhem. I’ll postpone that until maybe next Monday. Or not. It’s Christmas time, maybe I’ll have every Monday in December be Make Up Monday! ahaha. Remind me to tell you all about my massive makeup collection. I make it seem all innocent and cute and in some little make up case with a zipper, but in reality my make up collection takes up more drawers than my t-shirt, panty, bra and sock drawers combined. Some people collect cars, dolls, coins, stamps, or bones (that’s a small nod to my Anthropology Professor who I think has a crush on me. She’s a girl. More on that later!). I collect lipstick, nail polish, eyeshadows, and other stuff. *shrugs* What can I say?

I can say bye. That’s what I can say. Gotta run and prepare for my final, and go to my prep for my math final that I can fail and still get an A in the class. It’s the small light at the end of a long tunnel – like many of you have been these past few weeks of cramming and studying and crying and moaning and screaming and … oh – wait – that was my last call. My bad. But in all seriousness, thanks for all you have done to make this semester a great one. You’ve kept me sane. I’ll make you proud.