This Day
School sucked. Blah. Nothing new there. Tons of homework, even though I had NO time to do it. Had to leave home at 5:00 to meet Vyxsin so that I may get ready for a drag show. Left a little late and got turned around downtown, but eventually found my way to her salon. We met up with Kent at ear X-tacy, then left from there to her house. Well, I get to Vyxsin's house, aaaand they offered much less than what I figured they were going to offer. actually, a dress. And it didn't fit me. It was so short that it basically acted as a shirt. So, I used it as a top, with my red splatter pants. This was disappointing... I really wanted to go out in full lingerie and such... blah...
So we leave, and I have to go to Jillian's with Kent and Vyxsin so that they may rehearse a fashion show planned for tomorrow night. Wait around... la la... 7:40 rolls around, they still aren't finished, (drag show supposed to start at 9:30), so I went ahead and did my make-up (which I was dissatisfied with, as a side note). We finally leave at about 8:30, and they go to eat, and direct me to Sumshee's, to which I was to perform. So I'm driving around.... took a wrong turn. And I got lost. Somehow, I ended up in the west end of louisville. Completely. And utterly. Fucking. Lost. IN. THE GHETTO. WITH DRAG. AS A WHITE BOY. AT 9:00 AT NIGHT.
I started crying, and went hysterical trying to find my way out, and I called Davy, and he directed me, street by street, to my destination. I arrive. Bunch of stuck-up queens looking at me all weird because I'm the only goth one in the entire performance.They acted bitchy all night; oh well. Show ended up not starting until fucking 10:40, and I was the last one to go. I was supposed to be home by 11.
In any case, so we go through, blah blah, and I get up and do my performance. By this time I had wanted to die, I had been through too much shit, and I just EXPLODED on my performance, and went CRAZY.
And. I won.
The End.
So we leave, and I have to go to Jillian's with Kent and Vyxsin so that they may rehearse a fashion show planned for tomorrow night. Wait around... la la... 7:40 rolls around, they still aren't finished, (drag show supposed to start at 9:30), so I went ahead and did my make-up (which I was dissatisfied with, as a side note). We finally leave at about 8:30, and they go to eat, and direct me to Sumshee's, to which I was to perform. So I'm driving around.... took a wrong turn. And I got lost. Somehow, I ended up in the west end of louisville. Completely. And utterly. Fucking. Lost. IN. THE GHETTO. WITH DRAG. AS A WHITE BOY. AT 9:00 AT NIGHT.
I started crying, and went hysterical trying to find my way out, and I called Davy, and he directed me, street by street, to my destination. I arrive. Bunch of stuck-up queens looking at me all weird because I'm the only goth one in the entire performance.They acted bitchy all night; oh well. Show ended up not starting until fucking 10:40, and I was the last one to go. I was supposed to be home by 11.
In any case, so we go through, blah blah, and I get up and do my performance. By this time I had wanted to die, I had been through too much shit, and I just EXPLODED on my performance, and went CRAZY.
And. I won.
The End.