Just a quick note - then back to studying I go (can anyone tell me the way to Maldives Island? Anyone?  Bueller?).   I completely realize I have treated you like red-headed step children for the past 3 months now.  My posts are pretty non existent, my updates are a joke and my scheduling promises read pretty much like the campaign promises of future/past/present leaders.  Because of this great track record I can’t even say "I’ll do better" with out sounding a bit like some babby daddy on the Maury Povich show (yeah - I watch, and?). 

But I promise I will do better. 

This is what we’re looking at for today’s schedule:

1. Geography Test soon - and studying and shower.  Not necessarily in that order - or I’d be pretty much one failing stinky student.
2. Work out at the gym tonight for 45 minutes (brisk walk while listening to some pretty happy energetic music on my Ipod and reading cspan on the televisions.
3. Limp to my car, drive home, log in and work on various projects I have going all at once in true A.D.D. fashion.
4. Consider blogging on these topics of interest while logging in to take calls around 11:00PM (perhaps sooner - but you know how Tuesdays are for me…):

   My Bday

    My C In English
    My Schedule for the rest of the week
    The Nazi at the Gym
    Retirement

5. Take Shower - floss - waterpick - french braid hair - say my prayers - and go to bed.

So … that is my plan. I need to go now so I can do the first thing on my list… studying.  So far I figured out my countries (just ask me where Myanmar is… go ahead - I’ll show you on my handy dandy map, I will!) but I have islands left to do and about an hour in which to do them.  Wish me luck … we’re heading towards the finish line and I’m running neck in neck with a Kenyan (Did you know, Obama, I ask him, trying to distract him.  He puts his fist in the air, I raise it in solitude - lose my pace, stumble, and fall even further behind.  Sneaky bastard, I think to myself, wondering where Kenya is in comparison to Sudan which is ON my map test, today…)

Talk to you soon.

I should be sleeping.  But it’s hard to sleep with a smile on your face.  So instead I’ve stayed up - watched Seinfeld - and installed this really cool editor thingee that will make blogging so much easier.  Sure - laugh now - but you will see.  Blogging will be a snap and a breeze.  Yup. 

I don’t want to go to bed.  I feel like if I sleep I’ll wake up and this whole thing won’t be true.  It’s an amazing thing. 

He has his work cut out for him, huh? 

Just trying something new out. 

I could say Misery today - History tomorrow. Or … Mystery today - Misery tomorrow. I suppose that one/all/some of those will fit for at least one person. I’m hopin for … well you all know what I’m hoping for. The other thing I’m hoping for is that I do not fly off the road tomorrow with my car and hit one of the many YES ON 8 children that are littering one of the busiest streets in my town. And yes, I mean children. Some of you adults should be ashamed of yourselves. Ok. You know - I feel like a bad citizen right now and I’m showing my insensitivity for another view point - but I do so knowing that my viewpoint is so on point that it makes all other viewpoints terribly unjust, unfair, and just plain stupid.

What concerns me is that there are several thousand people who feel the complete opposite.

I wonder if my teacher will let us out early tomorrow to vote. Nah. She won’t. She’ll assume most of us took the time to vote before going to class. I have already done my duty. Tuesdays are a bitch for me - I don’t need one more thing on my plate to contend with.

And yet - sleep does not come so easy. I don’t think I drank any caffeine and I didn’t eat anymore sugar today. I ate a few pounds of it on the 31st - I could still be processing that, but I could have sworn I had an intense sugar coma Sunday Evening.

Ok - yeah. It’s 3:19AM (really 4:19AM) and I’ve been up since about 6 this morning - so if I start making less and less sense as this post progresses you’ll all know precisely why.

Just random things as they pop into my head, k? Pretend like you’re having fun. Course you’re probably so overjoyed that I fuckin wrote something in this journal you’re probably not even reading anymore through the tears of gratitude in your eyeballs, right?

Girls get periods. What do boys get?
Just curious… there has to be some sort of equal payback. If nothing - then I would venture to say that God is indeed a man. A female God would give you all something equally as trying once a month to deal with. And shut up, Tiffy. Pay back can not be in the form of having to live with a woman who gets her period once a month. I saw that one coming. I’m not that tired.

What is the big fuckin hairy fuckin deal with men getting married to men or women getting married to women? In the state of California the only thing that is getting in the way of fuckin traditional marriage is the marriages of hollywood stars. People like Brittney who marry back up dancers, breed with them, then shave their head and hand over visitation rights to them after messy divorces mess up traditional marriages. Tommy Lee and Pamela Smith - they mess up traditional marriages. Tom Cruise jumpin up and down on a sofa about a woman who is young enough to be his daughter … (kinky yes - but marriage?) ruins traditional marriage. Ohhhh - Woody Fuckin Allen - yeah - talk to him - wait - that’s New York. Never mind. My point here is this: In the state of California people will be voting on a measure that makes Gay marriage illegal. I say fuck you to anyone who blames Gay people wanting to be married as ruining marriage. Seriously. I say it loudly. FUCK YOU. There. And I mean it. If Gay Marriage is not supported in Hollyweird - there is no hope for any of the other states.

I hate my English Teacher. I seriously hate him. I have to tell Tiffy about the many reasons I hate my English Teacher. There are many many reasons. I will share one of them with my reader/s: My English Teacher is an asshole. ’nuff said.

I have to write an argumentative paper and I don’t know what I’m going to write about. I seriously am a very calm non argumentative person (laughing) and I don’t carry harsh and strong opinions. I imagine I’ll write somethin about this gay marriage thing - but if it passes I’ll be preaching to the choir, and if it doesn’t pass I’ll be bitter and too emotional and my teacher says that’s a bad thing to be in this type of a paper.

Speaking of writing - I was suppose to do this NaNoWriMo project and I guess 4 days in now it’s too late for me to start. Tiffy - weren’t you suppose to do it with me. Not IT - we’ll do that later this week - but the NaNo thingee - weren’t you going to do it with me? I think you were. Can we catch up? Does this post count? lol!

It’s sad about Obama’s Grandmother - but I’m jealous. She knows how this whole thing turns out. We still have to wait 24-48 hours to get the results and in the meantime listen to stations call the race (incorrectly) and fuck things up until we get those results in 24-48 hours. It’s going to be a long evening.

I haven’t made a podcast in like forever. I have too much to say and not enough to say.

Tonight I did something really adult and made a budget for myself. I realized that some of you might have a budget, too - and my empty promises for recordings have probably made you bitter. I did a custom recording though - and it turned out really nice. You should really take me up on making a few for you. I can say your name all sexy and sweet like and it will be just yours and no one elses and you can break it out and listen to it before going to “rock the vote” and you’ll feel so much better. The form to request a quote for a custom recording is on the My Recording page.

I saw a really hilarious bumper sticker today - it said: January 20th, 2009 - The End of An Error.

I gotta go to bed. If I don’t sleep quick I’ll miss History being made. Whatever happens - it will be exciting, won’t it? And no worries any of you. If McCain happens to win and I move to another country - I’ll still work NF. Besides the occasional “eh” that may creep into my speech, you won’t be able to tell that I’m in Canada. It will be alright, eh?

Remember to Vote. If you don’t - you have nothing to bitch about in Wednesday Mornin’ … or for the next 4 years! Lucky for all of you - I DID remember to Vote (hopefully my mailed vote counts!) so you’ll be hearing my opinions for at LEAST 4 more years!!!
Guess who isn’t going to be a teen soon? Yeah - we’ll talk about that History In The Making in the next few days!

How does Your Wet Dream Dot Com sound? lol.

I seem to have picked up an influx of “yeah” men lately. These are the types of men who give nothing to the fantasy AT ALL - not in the beginning (which I don’t mind) or in the middle (which gives me at least some sort of hope) or at the end (which helps me understand if they had a good time at least!). It is … with out a doubt… the most frustrating thing ever, and after 2 years I have finally reached my breaking point. *sigh*

I think if you are reading this blog, you are one of my callers who knows me fairly well. Yeah - we can debate the word “know” and how well do you really know me, etc. etc. but I’m using “know” in a general sense of the word. You may not “know” me in the bibical sense of the word, but you know my little quirks and pet peeves, and you know what gets me off, and what kinds of books I enjoy reading. In the familiar sense of the word “know” you “know” me. What is the one thing I just can not for the life of me tolerate? Besides spiders? (taps fingers against the desk waiting for the right answer…) EXACTLY! I hate SILENCE during phone calls. There are a few exceptions to the rules - and you all know who you are - but for the most part if you are able to have and hold a conversation with me, you best open up your mouth and communicate. It’s not that I think you’re working for me and that I don’t know my place in the phone sex workforce fantasy or anything - I just really need input/feedback/direction so that I know where I’m going and if I’m going in the right direction and if I’m even in the right state! If you let me know what is going on in the beginning of the call - and gently (and quietly if need be) give me a few destinations, I’ll be fine. Honest. I have a really great imagination. I can create things so elaborate that I surprise myself sometimes. I admit that at times I really am horny, too, so I prefer to create fantasies that we both can share and get off on. I just figure it’s better that way. But this weekend I had about 3 callers who really said nothing for the entire length of the call. I literally had to speak to myself for 20 minutes of one call, forcing questions onto the participant (laughing at the word by the way because he wasn’t one!) and going no where quick. I finally just put my head back and moaned for the last 5 minutes praying to the phone sex princess that the call be over. I know this is not the type of thing one wants to read on Monday. I’m probably sinking quickly with my less than popular post on Sarah Palin (Pallin?) and now this one reminding you all of the ills of my “job” - but I had to do it. Because after this I will no longer mention it. Right now it is written forever in CeCe’s Kingdom that silent callers will be dismissed of unless prior arrangements have been made. PLEASE NOTE THAT IF I HAVE BEEN TALKING TO YOU FOR THE PAST YEAR OR TWO AND YOU WOULD CONSIDER YOURSELF TO BE OF THE SILENT NATURE - THIS POST IS NOT FOR YOU! If I have spoken to you for the past year - months - 2 years - somethin like that, don’t even worry. We “work” together if you’re silent or don’t talk a lot. Usually this means that you’ve written to me before hand and explained your fantasy to me, your situation or whatever, and we have worked it out. Please don’t get all sensitive on me and think that I mean you in this post. I do not! The people that need to read this probably aren’t anywhere near my journal. Which renders this post pointless. But I will continue and say that I am going to start blocking silent callers who give nothing to the fantasy/experience. I’m not the flirt for you. I will physically come through the phone and shake you awake, and I’m not violent. Often. You gotta say somethin to play with me, boys. If you’re not into talking - then please take a look around my site and click on the “custom recording” section. That is what you’ll want. A custom recording. That way you can sit and be silent and not irritate me. I gotta do something so I don’t go insane. “So… what do you get into?” “anything.” “Um - so what were you wanting to speak about tonight - what gets you off?” “Oral sex”. “Oh! Great. Well… let’s do a role play then! Maybe I should be the next door neighbor or something and I can come over because I want to use your pool and…” (silence) “How does that sound…? ” Silence…then a faint “ok.” “Alright then. Um - I’m going to knock on your door now… do you want me to just tell you the story or do you want to play along?” Silence. “Hello?” Silence. “Hello?!” “Yeah?” “Hon - are you not in a place where you can talk?” Silence.

You get the picture.

Speaking of custom recordings … I’m going to be doing one later today (I keep postponing it, hon…sorry!)for a new client of mine. I am so excited. I know that you all can’t speak to me as often as you’d like with things being the way they are in the world…so I’d like to offer the recordings as a gentle weaning of sorts. You can have me in your ear whenever you’d like for a fraction of the price. If you have something specific JUST for you - then custom is what you want. The price will be a bit more - but we can discuss it and come to an agreement. If it’s something general then I can create the recording and set it up on my website where others might enjoy it too. You’ll pay a bit less than you would for a custom - but you’ll still have something that will excite you and tide you over for the twice a month call allowance you’ve put yourself on. *wink*. For those of you who miss me due to my schedule change, this may also be an option for you. You can find the form to fill out by clicking on the “recording” button above in the menu. And for the love of all that is good and holy, if you really are not a great communicator on the phone and can not bring yourself to write a note to me and explain your fantasy to me - or a list of things you’d like me to say/do to help YOU get off, then you may want to consider putting in a request for a custom recording. I promise you I will not be driving you crazy by asking you if you like something - or if you are still there - or to speak or anything like that in the recording. I pretty much know I’ll be speaking to myself and I can sit back and weave myself into a great little fantasy for you. I will enjoy myself - and won’t have to block you for being difficult and driving me to drink. Deal?

This is CeCe - and I approve this message.