ITT: CLICK THIS! - This Raver's Fantasy - & - PUMP UP for the !||JUMBOPOST||! with the notoriously awesome fanTABulistic KICKYOINYOAZZ never-before-seen SUPER ... MONDO ... phantasmagorical [-!-[-!-[ M E G A T I T L E ]-!-]-!-] WOOOHOOOT!!!!!

WELCOME RAVERS AND RAVE FANS!!!

Today you're gettin the MEAT...THEN the potatoes! That's right, I'm driving this blog up yo AZZ like a Greyhound bus. After what you've done, YOU DESERVE IT!!! So let's sli_________p this BITCH INTO CRUISE CONTROL AND DO IT!!! 

*crowd*

FRIENDS, COUNTRY-PEOPLE, uhm...WORLDLY-PEOPLE...WE'RE ALL LUCKY TO BE ALIVE RIGHT NOW TO EXPERIENCE THIS MAN'S ARTISTRY, nae, GENIUS!!! 

*MOAR crowd*

TAKE IT IN! ONE MASSIVE FEAT, A COLLECTIVE PRESENCE. TAKE IN THE EUPHORIA OF A MOMENT HOUR AFTER HOUR ... after hour .... after

*EPIC CROWD*

Now let's take it back down...let those sensations linger...just feel the life coursing through your veins. Catch your breath...and just let it flow through you wave after wave thick with happiness...delight. In this moment you are free.

It's such a pleasure reading your comments and I'm sending out a special appreciation to everyone for their thoughtful replies to what I only later realized was more of a baw thread than a post I'd be proud to display. I've had a rough couple of days here as you can tell. Letting things bring me down, being a little bitchy, etc. So if I projected that upon you I do apologize.

A little background info: I got a ticket yesterday. It was total BS, and is very difficult to explain--except that the placement of this particular stop sign made it hard to tell where (exactly) I was supposed to stop. I chose wrong. So like every girlI know I turned into a complete ditz (female citation defense mechanism). Did NOT help that the officer was a woman--an older woman...an older black woman to be precise, and an employee of a city that (the natives NOW tell me) everyone avoids like the plague because of all of the tickets they write. And I was in a work vehicle. A work vehicle which didn't have any insurance or registration papers in it. She kindly informed me that it's my responsibility to check these things every time I drive someone else's car. That's a nice piece of information to have right there. She was also kind enough to threaten to arrest me on the spot. That was exciting.

This was just after a huge blowup with my parents regarding my recreational activities. In their opinion being uprooted and dragged half-way across the country away from my friends was supposed to be a "new start" for me, an opportunity to get my head out of the clouds and take life seriously. I earn straight-A's (read: 4.0), am meticulous about my job, take care of my day-to-day responsibilities and I'M the child they're afraid to introduce to their friends?

Wut?

"But the going out and the constant partying has to stop." - The Mom and Daddy Duet

Not to outdo their greatest hit: "Honey, yes we're proud of you...BUT..." Love listening to that one.

OHHH...and THAT was just after the class where my professor not only gave me a private lecture about mixing MLA and APA formatting styles (transferring schools from one state to the next, still learning APA) but threw in the added distinct insinuation that I stand a fighting chance of maintaining my 4.0 at this new school if I would fuck him. Well fuck him. After all this...nobody wants to be him when I'm back in class on Monday. ;)

So it's Friday night, I'm emotionally drained and I'm staying in my dorm-room. (the irony hasn't escaped me). Surfed me some YouTube, watched lots of vids (such as above), and thinking how great it would be to meet DJ Ti. That's this raver's fantasy. I have lots of DJ favs, mainstream, up-and-coming, independent, and I'll share them in due time. But tonight it's me and DJ Ti. He is...sohawt. *smiles dreamily* Not to like a club or anything (tho that'd be hellacool) but I wonder what it would be like to just hang out...like at Starbucks. And speaking of Starbucks...

This, my dear friends, is what we call a segue.

I know, pic barely even grazes 'related', but it made me
laugh. It's from Maddox. Verah Funeh.

Starbucks is my haven. Yeah there's caffeine, sugar, snackies, trinkets, and wi-fi, but...well, come to think of it that pretty much sums up it's awesomeness. I love hiding there, just me, my venti mocha frap, maybe my laptop or a book...depends. Tim's right, you can't beat 'bucks. Thanks! So it's kinda hard to picture a lap dance topping that some days but...dammit NIGMA, you're right, at least it'd be nice to have on the menu. Call it...Starfucks!?! :P  Think of the possibilities. Consequences will never be the same, eh Barnacle? I shouldn't tease, it's sosad you have no 'bucks, but I think you could start your own 'fucks and it'd go off like a bang. If you do, don't forget send me some love for the name! Gotta pay for that ticket...$187, I mean seriously, WTF? Cynthia, maybe you and Barnacle can get a 'fucks chain going? I'd ...uh...come. ;)

Let's see (wow, too many others to list here)... I like Darude a lot partially cuz it was really my first exposure to the scene. It wasn't my parent's rock'n'roll that I was used to that's for sure, I was like in awe that music could sound like that. 'Course it's a Ti night so we'll just be talkin about DJ's named Ti. lol ....Ti...oh my...

I read and appreciated each one of your comments. They made me think...and they made me smile. I think it's remarkable how this motley crew keeps bouncing off itself to find people like you to take the time to offer your genuine advice, thoughts, and share a little part of yourselves too. I think it's--for lack of a better word--awesome.

Anti-1337.: I think that's a great idea!  I don't know much about these gadgets so I'll see what I can hook up. BTW, you know like a bunch of the links in your profile go to anti-1337.blogspot but your blog URL has no dash? Keeps sayin 'blog not found' unless I click that link under "My Blogs" in your profile. Messes up in Google Reader too :|

One last side-course:

(In order of appearance.)

ghostburnz

CptSuperPants

Cyber Police

  Johnn

 Man, gettin images where you want'em on Blogger is a pain in the ass!

Thank you each for your wise & kind words tonight. I don't really see raving as my lifestyle as much as someone else would view going to the movies as theirs. Raves don't happen every day and it's not like a girl like me/my age can just stroll into a club (barely even look 18). And really until this blogging thing came along it was the only thing I could think of doing on the weekend ('cept for the odd party). Sure sometimes I trip...or roll...or flip...or just stroll--even now it's 4:42am and I've been trying to write this post since about 11p.m. (Mind wanders quick and fast :P ). I know I'll get enough sleep before class Monday and nothin big doing this weekend so I figured what the hay. I believe you're right that you can't let the party get in your way, but I also believe you can't let it pass you by. I have what I think is a pretty kickin party blog and I'm still learning what to do, working my way around it, but honestly there aren't many parties to be had here during the school year. So it looks like I'll have to trade vices.

On a sidenote: Ninadle, sadly no I can not go. I had everything lined up to be in Rockdale the night of the 3rd to be back on the 6th but I haven't been at this job very long so my vacay was disapproved. I can understand that though, being new.

Let's see...there's something I'm forgetting...

oh yeah

DESSERT!

This is not your conventional raver girl! I know guys are usually all like "man what i'd like to do to her!" In her case I think it's more like "man, what the hell would she do to me?" She is a fierce, confident, girl and very comfortable in front of the camera.

And now a preview of what's to come...you WILL be surprised! If you're not...then would you at least pretend to be?

You Will Be Surprised

Well that's me folks. It's been a pleasure spending this evening thinking of all of you! I'll have to hit you guys up after wakeup, cuz the words on the screen are getting all fuzzy. lol

Peace! Make love not war! Flower Power!

<33333333

Kay See Period, Signing out.

P.S. Thank's for clicking around. :b

CANDY FLIPPED. We be trippin and rollin all up in this bitch...

First, I'm giving a SHOUT out to...

Infinity

&

 AdPlusCommunications

Thank you for your kind thoughts and support!

Consider this dynamic: A bisex raver girl, blogging about raver girls, for gais she met in the underbelly of the interwebz. Would that make her a fagot? While I delve deeper into express myself to my readership I wonder how many boyz and how many girlz visit. How many of my budz ARE raver chix? Let's hear it! How many of by readers ARE raver dudes? Shout out!  I have a new poll if you'd like to stay anon-ish :)

Now, back to the topic at hand. Here's a rave movie:

(I bet this would be better if my speakers weren't shite. Seems kinda boring tho. I'll do better in the future.)

PROTIP #1: Pacifiers, lollipops, and other chewables help alleviate the teeth-clenching side-effects of some club drugs as well as make people look awfully cute. Keeps that pesky talking to a minimum. Note: Gais cannot do this without looking like fagots.








PROTIP #2: Candy Ravers (or Kandy Kids) are ravers that exchange homemade necklaces or bracelets to keep as souvenirs commemorate the events, especially new friendships ;)








Well I hope you're all having as much fun here as I am! Remember not to take life so seriously!

Hypocritically yours,

KC.

Post Script:

All the Rave!

Well thanks to your insightful commentary, I believe I've found my new topic! And it's one that I know I can really get all serious about!! These little minxes deserve our props. I've watched in amazement as one glowsticked for hours without taking a break.

I think she was tripping ballz tho.

So lets give a bump, for their bumps...their lovely lady lumps!

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Let's Be Clear

I've never done blogging before. So 'no' I'm not good at it. I'm excited and befuddled all at once. The blank text box waiting to be filled with thoughts to inspire the masses.

And nothing. Nothing comes. Inane babble about what happens in my day? Why would anybody care? Perhaps it's an irony that I am so long-winded I can't write a letter shorter than two pages, a Facebook entry shorter than a paragraph, but a blog? 

So yeah, this is what I came up with: Writing about not knowing what to write. How passe'.

And for all my friends and newfound followers I leave you with the following (if only with a hint of desperation):

So my friends, some guidance please? What kind of blog does the world (wide web) need? What do you want of me?