Bangin' Morning

Literally! Although I shouldn’t fill your minds with such thoughts, it wasn’t the bangin’ morning you may be thinking of. ;)

What occurred last week, Tuesday morning; I was having strange dreams, far stranger than usual ones. This one in particular was the oddest one yet, for I was able to smell something in a dream; which is something I’ve never been able to do. What I distinctly remember about this dream in particular, was this wood paneled room and a group of people surrounding this cloth covered table or hole on the concrete floor. I remember standing in a corner somewhere within the room, the cloth kept fluttering around with the draft that was within the room. Then the horrid smell began to permeate the air. It was disgusting. Definitely something foul or rotting flesh; as though I had walked passed a garbage heap and a dead animal corpse.

I kept waking up several times during the night, and kept returning to the same dream, smelling the same revolting odor. I’d around 6:00 am was when the dream finally got somewhere with the story line, for the linen flew off the table and revealed a human body. Perhaps I’ve been watching too much NCIS or Horror flicks, but I doubt that’s the case for this would have been with my whole life then if it were. After the cloth flew off the body, the thick smell of decay filled the room and the next thing I knew; I woke up walked to the bathroom to take a leak.

Just before my whole run in with the window sill, the towel rack, the floor and a mini tremble of the body; all I can remember was sitting on the porcelain thrown, dozing off back to sleep, but somehow managing to lift my knickers up after I finished my business and then… Blank!

I guess I got up too fast or the lack of sleep finally caught up to me, but my awakening was me hearing my name yelled or called, to then recognize it was the voices of my parents to slowly slouching myself towards the corner of the bathroom, right in-between the bathtub and toilet. I still wasn’t in focus for I was dead to the world, but I wasn’t that bad to where I couldn’t hold a glass of soda to give me some sort of a lift. Apparently, when you’ve fainted, best thing to help raise the blood sugar is something like a soft drink or juice.

I couldn’t hold myself up, all I wanted to do was pass out again, but I was constantly being called at to stay with my parents; if you get what means, but I still had that stubborn nausea that wouldn’t give. Finally, my stomach said enough was enough, so I puked first a tiny bit of saliva in the bathtub, then the rest of the digested meal I had from the night before. I can tell you this, I felt a HELL OF A LOT BETTER after having puked up that junk in my stomach. No more nausea and finally I was starting to feel a lot less clammy. Horrible sensation I might add, also the worst for it only has you want to pass out again so the body can cool off.

I didn’t do much after I got back up to my feet except sleep in a chair or love seat (?), drink fluids, eat some crackers, Swiss cheese and some slices of ham. Alas, I thought I was in the clear though when I was doing alright with some needed rest, but apparently I could escape a visit to the doctor. So come this Wednesday, my ass is off to visit Dr. S, although since Dr. S is out of town, I will be seeing an associate of his. X,.,X *gulp* For blood work.

The needles, am I afraid? Pfft, not even. I don’t fear the needles, I know it’s nothing but a prick then I’m done. What I do fear is when I have a nurse or someone that is taking my blood or doing the blood letting, bruise the vein or have trouble finding the vein! My last experience was at the hospital, a pick line nurse (the experts in finding veins) was called in to find a vein in my arms. I guess since I was poked at so many times, my veins became shy and decided to run for the “hills” and call it a day. With luck, from what I’m seeing, I shouldn’t have TOO much trouble with them finding a vein or two, I just am not looking forward to visiting the Doctor for I always have a nervous sensation whenever I go there. >,.,< I hate it.

Apprentice Chef: Week Two

A total of 17 hours completed for my second week. Shorter than my first, thankfully, for I was given a four day rest period. Desperately needed. As I mentioned in a previous post, during my rest period, Tuesday morning, I had fainted. The rest of my rest period consisted of watching movies (Pride & Prejudice to tell the truth), eating, drinking loads of fluids and resting whenever possible and taking things slow.

Friday, I clocked in at 16:00. It was an interesting night since we had a band, a local one that drops in to play some hits for everyone at the restaurant. I was pretty busy making roasted potatoes, schnitzels, wings. bretzels mit liptauer ( a cheese spread we make), apfel strudel, chocolate cake, sausage sampler, etc. Busy, but good. Drank a ton more water that day. Made sure to let Chef R and the boss know about what happened; they were relieved though as much as I that my fainting hadn’t happen in the kitchen. Hell I was ecstatic that it didn’t occur there! o,.,o

Any who, Friday was hellish in it’s own way, what with the band that came to play. To fill you in, Friday’s we always have a band play from 20:00-23:00. On that Friday night though, I wanted to shoot the ass that was singing half the shit he decided to play that night. One song in particular though really stood out to me, mostly because it is from my first band I ever listened to intently during my middle school years; HIM or H.I.M. The song covered by the band at the restaurant was Wicked Game. Although, let me tell you, this man butchered the fucking hell out of it! Boy do I mean BUTCHERED!!

But hey, after that, I’ve now come to think the guy has nothing much to do and is just out to have some fun! The cooking was good, and everything came to an early close for me around 22:00.

Saturday was a later stay since I had to prepare a few things for Sunday’s Swiss event with Chef R and another cook. Roasted potatoes, sliders, etc. Unfortunately, there was another issue with said cook in the kitchen that gets on mine and Chef R’s nerves. Instead of making sure there was enough of everything, she continued to go about things in her own world and of course, going about things her own way and ignore Chef R.

Sunday, being more insane, I clocked earlier than the time scheduled; so 16:30. As soon as I clocked in, straight away to my station, prepare my canapes, well the bread first were put to toast, then liptauer and herb cheese mixture spread on the toasted bread. Once those were prepped, it was off to my schnitzel station. Let me tell you, I did NOT want to see a schnitzel for as long as I live that day! Even when not on a busy night, I find schnitzel’s to be, though an easy dish, terribly annoying after a long while of schnitzel making- although IT IS TO DIE FOR!!

Anyway, Swiss event, was hell. Nothing was enough whatsoever, things were lacking. Salads were not enough, I got snapped at, while trying to keep up, but thankfully it wasn’t that bad of a bark and I got back in gear and shaped up afterwards.

For it having been my first event, 120 people or so from a headcount that I remember, so far so good, but next time I believe I’ll stay a little longer an make sure that shit gets done or help out some more. What can I say, I’ve already figured out who’s going to be a fucking pain in my ass and trouble in the kitchen for me on my second week. Shit…

Apprentice Chef: The Beginning Week

Six day’s in, to my apprenticeship at Bierhaus. Really loving it thus far, but then again I cannot complain since it is a class to me as well as a job. So whatever gets thrown at me, I’m learning from it and kicking its ass.

Tuesday, having been my first day on the job; I clocked in at 16:00. Was there till closing, so 01:00 am? I learned the basics and was introduced to my mentor, Executive Chef R. Really nice Chef, European too, which made it all the more comfortable to me, almost home like. I started my apprenticeship by chopping parsley, well learning how to chop parsley, to an extremely fine cut. Along with showing Chef R some of my knife skills and learning better knife skills, I learned to plate four dishes and a recipe that day. The apple strudel, pork schnitzel, chicken schnitzel, Jagger Schnitzel and Roasted potatoes; the recipe was for crepes. Em, for it having been my first day, it was natural for me to be a tad slow in the kitchen. After all, I did need to familiarize myself with the kitchen and where things go and are located. Towards the end of clocking out, Chef R gave me the best news I could have heard to boost me up. “For it being your first day, you did very good!” Hell, I was ecstatic hearing that, for I thought I did shit to none of admirable work. So that was music to my ears. I could tell you this much though, the first day my muscles were sore as all hell, not to mention flabby like Bugs Bunny’s droopy lumps of muscle. Ouch!

Second day, I was on my own with one of the other Chefs I met on my first day, nice guy! Although, there were new faces that I had to acquaint myself with. I honestly felt very ostracized that day for everyone in the kitchen was Haitian and feeling comfortable with each other they constantly spoke French and obviously, what with me being an apprentice and someone new to the kitchen, they pretty much got me moving a lot more that I would have expected, although I felt like I had it coming for I knew my second day would consist of me making mistakes, learning from them, hands on that is and perhaps being offered a helping hand- which thankfully I was. Em, my first day as well as the second, I got to cook myself some chicken schnitzel, so damn good. Also it made my stomach really happy since I was looking forward to a walk home from work..

Third day, Chef R was in! Not to be mean or anything, but I felt at ease when I knew I had my hours from 18:00-22:00 with Chef R. I felt more comfortable and not as a bother in the kitchen that time. Although, I believe that is due to the fact that I am growing comfortable with my insane work area and schedule. On this day, Thursday, I got to show Chef R more of what I learned on my second day. I learned a few more dishes. Bierhaus wings, Sliders, Brettzel (Pretzel), Sauerkraut, chocolate cake set up, Bierhaus burger and a few other knife techniques. While cleaning up though, after having chopped a few vegetable and pounding out some veal, I had a run in with a sneaky blade and cut a nice slice of skin off from my thumb knuckle.

Day four, Friday was FAR busier and grueling! I used to look forward to the arrival of Friday, although now I see it as a pain in my arse. Friday was spent making meatballs for a party we were expecting Saturday; about 150 meatballs to be exact. The only problem I had Friday was continuously having to make clear to another cook in the kitchen that, not changing my gloves after having handled raw meat, let alone ground beef, is a big risk for cross contamination if I did not change my gloves or washed my hands. But it didn’t stop there. This cook was also pushing Chef R’s buttons. Being the executive chef of the restaurant, the kitchen is HIS domain. After all, he is the executive chef, they hired him to help out and improve things for the restaurant. Unfortunately though, this cook in this kitchen would not listen to Chef R and would give attitude and not comply with getting what had to get done within the time needed. Needless to say, I can tell that I will have problems with this cook..

Day five, Saturday I walked in with a determined outlook on things in the kitchen. Feeling more confident and gaining some muscle in the process (oh yeah!) and speed with working my way around the kitchen. As soon as I clocked in, I slipped some gloves on and was put to work on making my meatballs into patties for that party I mentioned we were expecting for today. Far better progress this day with the troublesome cook. She got to work right away, no attitude and followed what Chef R had asked of her and did it when it was asked. So there was an improvement; although I believe it was perhaps due to a stern talking to when I had clocked out Friday- who knows.  Got a few battle or kitchen wounds I should say this time. No thanks to the dreaded ceram wrap. You know that yellow box of clear plastic wrap or better known as cling wrap? Well in the kitchen we have an industrialized version of that little devil and boy can those razor teeth cut you open! I lived through it though, got through the hectic Saturday pile up. Then enjoyed a dinner out with friends and a half hour at Sinister! Then it was home for me and to clean up the face and arm and hit the pillows. Sweet, divine comfort.

Day six, Sunday, I believe I will forever look towards Sunday for it was quite relaxing! Slow, got to cleaning up the kitchen and putting things in order. Some cooking, so at the very least there was some action. Despite it being relaxing, I hate simply standing around and doing nothing at all. If at most, I’d rather enjoy a slow day with it being slightly busy than not at all, but it’s not all bad. Sunday was more cleaning than anything else, the hood of the stoves were to cleaned later in the evening that day. Everything, utensils, pots, skillets, pans, food; everything was to be cleaned out and stored in the walk-in cooler. Chef R asked how I liked being in the kitchen so far and my thoughts on it; my response “I’m having a lot of fun and learning quite a lot more than I would have thought. So I am enjoying it thoroughly!”

Six days in total for my first week; 29 hours completed! I’m ecstatic and looking forward to my four day break this week. Although I will miss being around the action, but I return to work this Friday at noon. For now, I will enjoy the break while it lasts. Rest period, take me away.

Sinister Night

Wicked fun Saturday, June 30- also something new. Was invited to attend Sinister event at Eros Lounge with Aimee. Wasn’t really sure what to expect, since I’ve never attended any events that are related to the scene here in Miami. Have only have gone to a few places in Orlando during my visits for the conventions; usually the after parties- which are pretty great! But I will say after having enjoyed last Saturday, Miami has redeemed itself to me with worthwhile events and a great crowd of awesome, decked out people.

Saturday’s are usually dead or time spent at the aunts; but I also have a few where it’s a stay home Saturday, which so happened to be the one just passed- luckily. Having been invited to a night out with an awesome friend, Aimee to enjoy something new in Miami, meet new people and a great crowd was definitely worth and why not?! If you know you’re with good company, at the very least, go out, enjoy the night and have fun.

Having packed the giant, heavy backpack and a shoulder bag to take with me, I was ready to head out the door and leap into the car with the two friends and a huge backpack full of clothes, fishnets, accessories, makeup bags and hair products; after all one must always be prepared to touch up the hair, makeup, and have wallet on their person and ID, etc., at ALL times.

We arrived at Aimee and her mate’s apartment; set up the playlist to get ourselves in the zone while getting ready; outfits first then came hair and makeup. Outfits, I zipped through that part for I already chose my outfit. Something quick to slip into and not too hot, haha; heat inducing I should say. If you’ve ever been to a club or event with a large crowd, you know it’s going to get warm in there and in certain areas where the sweat likes to tickle its way down the body. On with the fishnet shrug, rib-top, suspenders, skirt, stockings, garters, socks and boots; check. Outfit ready. Now the hair; HAIR! Agh, always a killer. Unless you’ve bothered to practice in front of the mirror for an hour or two each day, it’s never easy to make it look like sweet perfection, unless of course, you have the aid of a blow dryer, a teasing brush, Göt2b spiking glue and tons of hair spray and patience- oh and an arm of steel.

Hitting around 21:00 (11:00 pm), we sort of falling behind if you could even call it that- running late suites it better. So makeup was a quickie, but looked über nice!

Some photo’s before leaving out the door. It’s a must. :)

Neglecting my sit ups again.. hmm. BAD! But hey, I’m back on track.

Crazy hair is a must. ;)

Claws and a striped leg.

Toodledo

Silly faces

From there, it was smooth sailing to Eros Lounge. On our way we drove by a club about 7 blocks away, LOADS of police action there- yeah, that kind of crowd. Found some parking, although in the strangest, yet most efficient way. What can I say, you gotta make it work to your advantage in Miami. Time to pull out the ID’s, star stamp on the wrist – oh yeah- and off to meet the wonderful people of that night and more. Really pretty people I might add. What was super cool though, was meeting on the DJ’s, the first runner up, DJ-DeadHead, was playing some great beats for it being the first round. Danced the first hour away to his playlist, I believe it was an hour, maybe an hour and a half. All I know is I enjoyed it. Then it was time to water the system down with a Kamikaze. Mmm, love that drink. Has a nice sour taste to it.  But of course, always have a water bottle on your person. Very important!!

More pictures of the night’s event and dancing fun:

   

Two pretties on a couch. ;) We looked hot.

Then there was an intervention with a plush monkey on the couch ;)

The lucky monkey

He was gettin’ some sweet lovin’ from two goth girls.

Tongue, much. ;)

Kiss on the cheek.

More kissing action. ;) What can I say, we got lucky.

Pretty face. As always.

Unfortunately things had to be cut short around 2 in the morning no thanks to having received a phone call from the house hearing that someone was trying to cut a lock to the fence and was attempting to break into the yard. So I had to sadly, say my goodbyes a little early into the night, to me it was early, but I was happy that I had the chance to enjoy Sinister night and dance the night away and see some familiar faces as well as new ones. Lastly, a group shot of some us from the event.

Morning Meet Up & A Damn Good Burger!

Alright, now I know a burger doesn’t classify as breakfast to the average human, but let’s face it; I’m an eccentric, hyper nut that enjoys doing the opposite of the average human and a burger sounded fitting to me. Although, hitting around noon, technically, deems it lunch, but to me it was breakfast, for an empty stomach is all I had on me aside from my bag and wicked cool company joined by conversation, food and beer.

Beer, no, not mine, my friends. I’m not a beer kind of girl, never have been. Don’t like the flavour of the smell. And out of all the ones I’ve tried; which has been quite a few, and not very good I might add; there’s only been one, Ying-Ling I believe that tasted remotely satisfying. *One thumb up* Any way, last Monday was a change in pace from the usual mornings of wake up, cuddle kitty, plan ideas for outfits/makeup and photoshoots and conventions, sit around and be surrounded by boredom; so as you can tell, hanging out was definitely a wonderful treat.

As I’ve mentioned, or probably haven’t, mostly all my conversations, the ones I have with almost everyone I know and have befriended, ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS, lead into a sexually based topics with a humorous take to them; whether it be about a particular film- Cemetery Man; Frankenhooker; Dracula: Dead and Loving it, the list goes on- or other topics that have the ever famous sexual jokes or innuendos thrown into them, that are never too far behind in any given conversation I take part in. Well said conversations occurred on that day, and boy were we cracking up. Although, I was surprised just as much as Felix was, to see children being brought there to eat with their parents. Not exactly a “profanity-free zone” or “children-friendly zone” Burgerfi in Miracle Mile. So to save their innocence, we did them a HUGE favour by leaving the outdoor seating area to moving indoors, which sort of rid us of this pesky fly that tried to have a go at the beer and food. Annoying little pest.

After having done our good deed for the day, we got to chatting a tad more, then onto a list of appreciating certain films/film makers and ideas of future projects we have in mind and our top 5 B Horror movies. Hey, I can’t live without them, they’re a classic and have a special place in my heart since I’ve grown up with watching all that wonderful, sappy, cheesy, horror movie, comedy type stuff.

After a last few minutes of some serious talking it was time for goodbyes and home bound for me. Luckily, just in time before the rain caught me.

It Came From Beijing!

There’s was nothing I could do! It just kept calling for me, and then it ensnared me with its faux leather touch to the point where it wrapped its laces around me and tighten the buckles on me with a tight hold that could kill.

Well, it may not be as grand as it sounds or as intriguing, but the time came for a new pair to accompany the wardrobe. Not to worry; it’s nothing lethal I assure you, well, so long as you’re not within a 4 foot reach when I wear them. If so, then duck or make a quick dash before the blow hits you.

It’s been two years since having purchased my Demonia Trashville 502 Boots and they’re still looking brand new, yet I had a bit of a worry about their longevity. After all, I practically wear them every three to four days out of the week, so naturally constant abuse/usage of the boots, the less guarantee of a longer life span; even with great care. So the time finally came to set sail for a treasure hunt of the century- the search for new, killer boots.

Sad part is, most of the really cool looking shoes/boots/etc. are no longer available at the mall as the used to be. I mean, hell, I still remember buying a pair of platform flip-flops at the mall. It was all the rage when I was a child, and let’s face it, they were comfy! But, what with the change in style over the years, things have made a turn for oh.. how can I put this nicely… hmm.. nope can’t think of it in a nicer term. Best way to describe it would be retro/floral patterns/ shabby-chic meets vulgar easy girl? If that makes sense. But perhaps that’s what I’m only witnessing here in Miami, so no offense, but it’s true.

Any who, with such change comes new tactics when looking for new stuff to buy at a great bargain no less. So what place to go scavenger hunting, than ever famous e-bay? So after a good search, oh about 30 minutes I should say, my hunt for a new pair came to an end for I found THE perfect boots to accompany the wardrobe.

Pretty sweet, right?! I guess you can say I fell head over heels for these babies. Not so much for the style though, but mostly because I FINALLY decided to give in to my whim and waste some cash on myself. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying I don’t, but when you’re a college student, especially one who is part of the Alternative scene, it’s pretty damn pricey to keep yourself lookin’ good while paying for what’s more important… CLASSES!

But hey, I’m not complaining. I needed the shoes and let’s face it, Demonia’s, though great, if you wear them constantly, they’ll give out on you without the proper care. So now with two kinds of boots, I’ll finally take a load off the Demonia’s and have my fun with these new kicks and not worry about tying 16 eyelets or putting a strain on the laces.

Oh, one other thing. If any of you are interested in a new pair of boots, to give your older boots a rest every now and then and have had your attention caught by those boots (image above) then you’re in luck! There’s quite a few on sale, but you better hurry.

Great prices DON’T last long!

http://www.ebay.com/itm/Womens-Platform-Wedges-Buckle-Decor-Lace-Up-Ankle-Boots-Punk-Goth-Creeper-Shoes-/121298466508?pt=US_Women_s_Shoes&var=&hash=item1c3df3b6cc