the doom fog and the following calm.

Well, I live an exciting life. Out of all my bookings, only one has held true. One has rescheduled for Monday, and we'll see if that happens. This trip has made me realize the truth of LA, the reason why everyone eventually moves here.....because it's not worth traveling into....This city is too goddamn expensive to travel to and all the people are too damn flaky for a traveling nude model to expect her bookings to stay on track.

I swear it's the medicinal marijuana in the air. 

Naturally, if I lived here, it would be awesome. I'm a laid back chick, avoiding the clutches of schedules and 9am clock ins. I want to go to school, but I want to settle down to study, and the places I've lived are not the places I want to stay for 2 or 4 years. 

I'm the kind of person that once I decided I need to do something....I do it fast. Well, I've decided. I talked to the boy, and although it would suck to leave, it's something I want to do. If I like it, he says he'll move out in 6 months, but I have to try it on my own til then. 

It will take me 5-7 days to drive my car across the country to LA. 5-7 days because I will pick up paid gigs along the way to help my moving expenses. LA is a transitional city and really caters to people moving in. I've found some cool rooms to rent, and will finally get to learn how to surf.

Now, the last question for myself is late April or May? I'll figure this out on Wednesday....

to my next adventure! :D

be careful what you wish for is the understatement of the week

Yesterday I was sitting against a wall looking at my boarding door at the Atlanta International Airport. I had a nice trip to LA planned, starting with a booking with Isobel Wren. My biggest worry was the car rental fees. 

Then it happens. The small pebble that started a 24 airline hell. 

I was nursing a hangover, so I hadn't noticed the extreme fog outside. The man behind the counter went on the loud speaker to inform everyone that our flight was going to be delayed an hour due to "visibility". Delays, ok, fine, it happens. I make a joke on twitter via my iphone saying "I want my bed or to be on a plane, just not in the airport". God, seeing the opportunity to punish me for drinking the night before, decided I was going to get my wish. 

Normally, I fly Delta, because I'm a sucker for free blankets, private tv screens and nonstop hassle free flights. I booked this ticket last minute, and ended up with US Airways, which I was already unhappy about because all the 5 times I've flown with them, a catastrophe happens. Today is not an exception. 

Turns out, with my MINIMUM delay of one hour, I'm going to miss my connection flight to Los Angeles. Since it's a "weather" issue, they will not rebook me on another flight or airline. They will just bump me on the first flight going out the next morning. Not great, but, I'll only be two hours late to my shoot, and since it's a full day booking, I'll still get paid, so I just have to deal with the 3 am wakeup call. 

I arrive to the airport and try to check in. Apparently, there was a downward spiral of people being bumped, and those that were taking red eye flights were still waiting at the airport to leave. So I'm bumped from my flight due to people above me rescheduling and being moved around. They move me to another flight *nonstop*, that is taking off 40 minutes after my original one....not bad. I'll be late, but not horrible. Then I get the news. Due to the previous day's schedule and delays, my flight is now delayed two hours. It's 4:30 am, and I'm not taking off til 9:40. The reason is "crew rest requirements". I'm missing out on a full day booking because the crew has to take a lunch break. My flight has also been rerouted to Phoenix due to landing schedules in LA, so I will arrive to a two hour layover, before getting to fly to LA. Awesome.

For those of you who are lost, here's a time chart

Sat March 14: 

2:30pm: arrive at airport, check in proceed to gate. scheduled departure at 4:09pm

4:00pm: informed we are delayed an hour *fog*. scheduled departure now at 5:00pm

5:30pm: informed that I will not make my connection flight and they will reschedule me for the earliest flight in the morning.

6:40pm: finally leave the airport and go home to nurse hangover and nap

Sun March 15:

3:00am: wakeup to make 5:30 flight

4:15am: arrive at airport to check in. upon check in, am told my new flight info 7:40 departure

5:30am: am told my flight is delayed due to crew rest requirements. 9:40

will be landing at 11am pacific time. following flight to LA departs at 1:40. arrive in LA at 3pm, just enough time to miss my shoot. awesome.

i am tired.

accomplishments

Having insomnia which resulted in this blog, is not, however, an accomplishment.

-I quit smoking. It was easy. My throat hurt from smoking too much, so I decided it wasn't fun anymore. So I quit. I am awesome.

-I joined ICQ. The only people that still use that messaging service are webmasters, which is cool because those are the only people I really want to talk to online. I want them to send me traffic and trade sets or just post my sets and link the photos back to me. If you are a webmaster, and you're reading this, I'll give you my ICQ number for further discussion.

-I resumed my normal workout schedule. Ironically, now that I'm not smoking, I'm working out better, so I'm in more pain as a result of quality muscle stress.

-My LA trip is finally booking, however, it's come to my attention that March is almost over. OMFG. When did this happen?

-I will be appearing at AdultCon and you should come by and say hi!

Last but not least- I finally tweaked more of my facebook page, which, despite that I joined this site kicking and screaming, now you have to add me as a friend.

I have to sleep now. That will be the final accomplishment of the day.

so gentleman if you're going to preach....for god sakes, preach with conviction: Dallas trip revue

The best time to blog is on an airplane....hands down...despite the screaming children and perverted fathers that try to soothe their screaming children directly behind me while I'm editing sets with my fingers going in my nether-regions. *sigh* and....he's still looking...lol

So, I didn't get a chance to blog about my trip to Dallas because I've been swamped with family things going on....I stayed with Jose Luis....we shot cool stuff, including some sets for Hustler, two solo and one scene with Danielle Trixie. I completely horrified his assistant by my massive pussy fart after the first solo scene, but what can I say, air bubbles inside a vagina hurt, and I only know one way to get them out *pushing on your stomach for those that don't know*....Danielle and I went out on the town and acted like retards, I shot for a pantyhose website, and ate sushi! Good weekend!

*at this point, there are 3 men behind me casually talking....isn't there some F.A.A. rule against congregating in the hallways of a plane? I suppose putting your seat back too early is more important, because they always yell at me for that*

This blog, however, isn't about perverted men or pussy farts. This blog is about how I'm going to hell. Definitely going to hell.

Right before my flight back to Atlanta, I had a two hour shoot for Smoking Seduction. Basically the shoot included me smoking, bitching, wearing fun outfits and showing off my boobies. I'm a sucker for fun outfits, but then, the photographer asked me if I was religious....I replied "no, not particularly", being cautious not to offend him in hopes he won't try to save me and give me a million pamphlets. He said "good, would you mind wearing this sexy nun outfit, then?"

Huzzah! I get to metaphorically shit on the entire Catholic religion by wearing *and stripping out of* a spandex mini-nun ensemble, complete with Habat! (My father, being raised Catholic, but only religious if it involves setting up a good joke, would be so proud!) The shoot went off without at hitch, except for the fact that I didn't want to see a pack of cigarettes for week, and I went on my merry way to the airport!

Upon arriving to the airport, I was met with a crew of incredibly slow movers taking up the entire walkway! Ugh, I hate casual travelers! So I hustle past them only to get stuck behind them in security....I'm not sure how that happened. Then they decided that they really liked the sound of the metal detector because each one of them enjoyed going through it about 3 times. Perhaps "remove all metal and place in the bin" is WAYYY too complicated for some people....but secretly I know that this is my karma wheel getting me back for the sexy nun schenanagans I pulled only an hour ago....

As I'm waiting, it slowly starts to dawn on me, that in front of me are actually a group of traveling nun missionaries and a priest. Awesome! If they only knew! I laughed outloud, and considered telling the priest the funny irony in my mind, who might find the humor in it, but I was concerned I would cause him years of concern for my soul....and no one needs to bear that weight...I value another man's right to sanity.

After this mental argument with myself, and choosing to be the upright citizen, I was through security and pursing my usual quest to find the airport Starbucks. Upon boarding, I was directly behind them in line again *still laughing to myself*, and had a seat assignment, you guessed it, right behind them! I felt like saying "OK, God, I get it, I suck and now you're torturing me with irony"

A man wanted to trade seats with me to sit next to his son, so I said goodbye to my personal delight and enjoyed a nice upgrade in first class! Yay! Nonstop Delta flight with all the bloody mary's I can drink!

So, was I rewarded for being naughty by first class travel, or reminded to be a little more respectful for my own immortality? Since I'm an atheist, I'm going with the first one! Cheers!


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