HNT: School Days

School.  It began, I wrote about some stuff.  I decided to see what I would look like with the necessary components, meaning only my backpack.  

Career Opportunities 3

I was supposed to meet SL and go with her to a party she was throwing as her security.  She didn't show.  I called her number to see what was up, and her roommate/lackey answered.  Roommate lackey said SL had tried to get in touch with me, to no avail, and that she had left.  I was irate, to say the least.  I checked all possible places, and no contact had been attempted. 

I sent a message to SL asking her what the fuck was up.  She responded by saying she was sorry, some things had happened, etc. etc.  I told her it was really frustrating, because the money she was going to pay would be sorely missed.

She quickly suggested that if it was money I wanted, she would just pay me the money and I could go on my way.  Here's where it gets strange...

Roommate lackey is a girl that is around my age, who SL felt sorry for, due to the history of abuse and neglect she had suffered.  SL also has a son who is about to start junior high.  SL suggested that I go get the money from her son, at her house.  

Uhhhhhh.  What?

She told me that I could just go get it from her son, as he knew the combination to her safe.  Now, I am still mad at this point, and I just want the money.  So I tell her I'm not going to pick up hundreds of dollars in cash from her son, it's just a bad thing, it's bad.  And not that I am the most holy or best of decision makers, but who puts their kid in that place?

I suggested that the kid give the money to Roommate, who could then meet me and give it to me.  What ensued can best be described as an arrangement of epic, weird, awkward, and unfortunate.  I didn't get my money, but I was at one point talking to the kid on yahoo, while speaking to the Roomate on the phone, while SL texted me.   

I found out that Roommate caused damage to SL's classic muscle car, then kid told SL that Roommate had been coming into his room every night for the past month while he slept. SL set up a sting to find out what was up, caught Roommate trying to do it again, and literally beat her up: black eye, broken nose, patches of hair ripped out

The Roommate said that she just enjoyed cuddling with the prepubescent boy, and didn't see anything wrong with it, despite her history of sexual abuse from a young age.  Oh, and Roommate had once propositioned me for sex, and I asked her about STD's (a smart move, I think).  She told me she had the following: "Hep. C., Genital Warts, and a few Crabs once".

HOLY EFFIN EFFER!

This is one of the strangest things I have taken part in over the past few months.  I don't even know what to say about it. 

Jesus Christ of Academia

This morning, I went to my first class of the semester, a 400-level course taught by the department head. As a senior I am used to the constant tirades and worshipping of a course by the prof:  Philosophy professors with their Master's telling me all sciences owe their start to Philosophy, Psychology professors claiming to be the actors in the hardest and noblest of sciences, Business teachers saying, "You will fail this class if you do no read the text. This isn't math class."  All these egocentric bastards believe their course/science trumps the others.  Call it a knowledge of the deepest parts of the subject bias, or a JOB PRESERVATION sales pitch, the bullshit abounds day 1. 

This morning I was in for a special treat when I got my fill of this, along with a constant reminder that we are "adults" and will be treated as such.  "If you are a point short, then you are a point short, no grace, no mercy: fairness for everyone."  "I have never been accused of being nice."

I'm sorry, where in this superfluous waste of my time did I get treated like an adult? I have been part of the "real world" for 3 years now (obviously not in school, because no one treats that like the real world) in various jobs and roles.  Adults get grace, adults get mercy, if you are 1 dollar short on a payment of over 400 dollars, that 100 extra pennies gets forgotten, or you can get away with it.   Adults don't get policies explained to them; with the how's and why's of their existence.  Adults are told the rules, and they deal with it.  Adults do not have to sit in a room with 39 other adults and finish the sentences of a neurotic fuzzball in a jcpenney suit (honestly? invest some of the 6 digit salary and go to Men's Wearhouse at the very least, you should be professional) while being reminded that their failure to read the text will result in a failing grade, despite previous knowledge to the contrary. 

It's a 400-level class.  We had to jump through hoops to get here, we understand it won't be "given to us like our cars."  That school had become something so diluted and corporate made him sick, and he was going to train us to change it.  If someone is cheating in this class, you tell someone, or else your "A" isn't worth as much.  Who the fuck does this guy think he is?

"And he came to the place that was the lectern, and there he took up the cross on which he was to be sacrificed.  As his tormentors scorned and beat him with whips of ignorance and naivety, he asked the fathers to forgive them: 'Locke, Voltaire, Aristotle! Let their burden of inexcusable stupidity be not a burden, for I have come to lay myself down so they may escape the horrors of their inexplicable ineptitude!' As the bells rang, as the grounds flourished with life, he gave his so they may better know knowledge."

Ph. D. 5:9-11

Career Opportunities 2

The woman I mentioned in a previous post, the Exotic Dancer, who from now on will just be SL, and I have been in discussion.  A friend of mine had talked to me about modeling, like nude or close to, so I was telling SL about it. She asked to see a picture or two, both of which came from this blog.  She liked one so much she offered to pay me for it, to blow it up, frame it, and hang it in her house.  

She had mentioned previously, during the Sugar Momma discussion, that her arm candy often models for her because she has a professional camera and obviously an appetite for naked men on her walls.  I just told her that she should do it right and take pictures with her camera, and I would bring the outfit in question.   She agreed, and is offering to pay me an unreasonable amount of money to do this.  So I have to accept this contract.  More on this as it develops.

SL told me when she goes to dance for private parties (bachelor parties, corporate parties, friendly homoerotic get togethers), she requires an escort come with her.  The customers foot the bill, and she has to pay someone, so she says she will pay me.  My job description involves being a security presence, telling pervy boys to keep their hands off, and making sure her music is playing right.  I get to watch a hot stripper for free, and get paid cash for it.  Dream job right? 

I am concerned that should an actual real threat arise, I would not be equipped to protect myself or her.  That seems worrisome, as do the late hours, the explanations and lies I would have to offer to my parents, and the ever real threat of me continuing down a road of psychological fuckedupness. 

Wow.  What a life. Any thoughts?

HNT: 76" in Landscape

Changing lightbulbs, a lack of well-fitting clothes, an undesirable fit in a bed.  Being 6'4" is not all glamorous, it's unfortunate and uncomfortable when you're in a queen sized bed and still have to curl your leg to fit.  Can't stretch out, can't do anything fun.  California King is obviously my only option.   I muted the colors  a little, like the touch.

Erin Andrews.... Wow?

I speak for all men, everywhere, when I say Erin Andrews is ferociously hot.  Burn the barn down with her microphone and sexytexassize hair.  I didn't look, or try to find her naked stuff, I got more respect than that.  But, when I heard she was in GQ magazine, I had to check it out.  You can look at the link with more pictures, but this one does it for me. 

The mud, the football pants, the wife beater, a little stomach showing, the HAIR. Sweet Jesus the hair.  This is a wet dream if I've ever seen one.  Wow. WOW. 

Career Opportunities

I recently met a stripper. She's in her early 30's, lives near me, and is pretty cool.  Oh, and she's not all strung out on drugs, nor is she trashy.  She basically has proposed a sugar momma relationship between she and I.  What in the world am I supposed to say to that? 

More on this later, but she did tell me I could make a lot of money dancing at bachelorette parties.  I wouldn't have to get fully naked, wear a man thong, or wax my unders.  I can make 300 dollars for like a few hours of doing what I do at house parties anyway.  I'm really considering it, as I am in need of funds.  But I do worry about telling people, as they probably have a pretty negative view of the whole thing.  If any one has any comments, like what would you think if someone you were dating told you they had done something like that.

Last night, a friend of mine was showing someone else her modeling pictures.  We had been swimming all day, and told me that she wanted to shoot with me in the pictures with her. She does a lot of nude stuff, but it's like forms and shapes nude, not dirty nude.  I am excited to have a new opportunity, as I think modeling sounds fun.