Note: I call this "Day 949" because that's how many days it's been since I moved to Tech. That's how my posts will be labeled, unless I have 2 in one day.
So, Day 949 began with me sleeping in until 11...too damned tired after this weekend. I ate ramen for breakfast, then trekked to school. I met up with one of the Alpha Phi Omega brothers so I could get his signature for my pledge book. Then I did a Psychology study, and now here I am.
Most of my days are boring as hell and make me wonder why I'm even bothering with college, but I keep thinking, "I could work for Disney, I could work for Disney." See, they have an internship program available for a wide variety of jobs in their parks. I'm busy looking at one for the Animal Kingdom park involving Animal Nutrition. It'll require other experience, but hopefully that's where I'll be in a few years' time.
Oh, and, yes, that position is where I would love to be. Anyway, that's my life, in this nifty little organizer in my brain called "Shit I'd Like to Do After I Get Out of this Hell Hole."
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Introduction
Hello everyone,
I'm Kiri, aka Eliana, a 20 (almost 21) year old who is straddling the line between loving and hating college. I'm also a furry, which, well, is kind of hard to explain. This explains all. If you scroll down to the 'spirituality' and 'art and creativity' section, it pretty much describes me. Oh, and I'm a Canada Lynx, fyi. Don't worry, my family knows, and they're cool with it.
That brings up an interesting little story. For a few years after I started identifying as a furry, I kept it a secret from my parents. I told my sister in 2008 (I first identified as furry in 2006, though at the time I had no idea what being furry meant), and she covered my ass many times. My parents, however, didn't know until 2010.
During my school's Winter Carnival (drunken snow statue building, day of hangover recovery, hockey game, basketball game, another basketball game, and another hockey game and the Carnival is over), my parents came up from California to see my sister and I. I was going to tell them Saturday night during dinner or afterwards, but never got the chance. Instead, a mother of a friend of mine was introduced to them and she told them everything. Needless to say, my parents weren't too pleased.
Oh, and they also learned that I was Neopagan and sleeping with two gay men in the same conversation. They're still more accepting of me sleeping with the guys than my religion, which doesn't surprise me.
After being thoroughly questioned for about 6 months, my parents accepted the fact that they can't change me, and we're back to being our normal, dysfunctional selves.
As for my 'partners', they're not really classified as that. We've got a kink relationship going on, which basically means that I am their pet, and they are my Masters. It's a very intimate lifestyle, and I enjoy it very much. Those two are my favorite people in the world, no holds barred.
"You can't love two people!" You say? Well, you can't love two people equally, I'll give you that, and I don't love my Masters equally. One is an actor, and a damned good one at that, and he's not so much my Master as he's my Master's mate. I love him a good deal, though, just not as much as the other.
Now, my Master...he's the single best thing that's happened to me in my entire life. Prior to meeting him, I was lost. I couldn't get to my feet after being abandoned by a previous Master and having a poor GPA from the previous semester. It was terrible! Then, through a mutual friend (who, through some personal differences, is no longer a friend to my Master nor I), I met him. Tall, lithe, handsome, and sweet. He and I hung out more and more often, and he decided he'd take me on as his pet. Now, he decided this in October and didn't tell me until December, so there was a little stressful period in there when I just had no idea where I was going. I've been his loyal pet for a year and a half, so it's worked out.
Anyway, for now, that's all you need to know about me to get to know me well.
Love and kisses!
I'm Kiri, aka Eliana, a 20 (almost 21) year old who is straddling the line between loving and hating college. I'm also a furry, which, well, is kind of hard to explain. This explains all. If you scroll down to the 'spirituality' and 'art and creativity' section, it pretty much describes me. Oh, and I'm a Canada Lynx, fyi. Don't worry, my family knows, and they're cool with it.
That brings up an interesting little story. For a few years after I started identifying as a furry, I kept it a secret from my parents. I told my sister in 2008 (I first identified as furry in 2006, though at the time I had no idea what being furry meant), and she covered my ass many times. My parents, however, didn't know until 2010.
During my school's Winter Carnival (drunken snow statue building, day of hangover recovery, hockey game, basketball game, another basketball game, and another hockey game and the Carnival is over), my parents came up from California to see my sister and I. I was going to tell them Saturday night during dinner or afterwards, but never got the chance. Instead, a mother of a friend of mine was introduced to them and she told them everything. Needless to say, my parents weren't too pleased.
Oh, and they also learned that I was Neopagan and sleeping with two gay men in the same conversation. They're still more accepting of me sleeping with the guys than my religion, which doesn't surprise me.
After being thoroughly questioned for about 6 months, my parents accepted the fact that they can't change me, and we're back to being our normal, dysfunctional selves.
As for my 'partners', they're not really classified as that. We've got a kink relationship going on, which basically means that I am their pet, and they are my Masters. It's a very intimate lifestyle, and I enjoy it very much. Those two are my favorite people in the world, no holds barred.
"You can't love two people!" You say? Well, you can't love two people equally, I'll give you that, and I don't love my Masters equally. One is an actor, and a damned good one at that, and he's not so much my Master as he's my Master's mate. I love him a good deal, though, just not as much as the other.
Now, my Master...he's the single best thing that's happened to me in my entire life. Prior to meeting him, I was lost. I couldn't get to my feet after being abandoned by a previous Master and having a poor GPA from the previous semester. It was terrible! Then, through a mutual friend (who, through some personal differences, is no longer a friend to my Master nor I), I met him. Tall, lithe, handsome, and sweet. He and I hung out more and more often, and he decided he'd take me on as his pet. Now, he decided this in October and didn't tell me until December, so there was a little stressful period in there when I just had no idea where I was going. I've been his loyal pet for a year and a half, so it's worked out.
Anyway, for now, that's all you need to know about me to get to know me well.
Love and kisses!
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