Oh Christ, I promised myself ages ago that I would never have anything even remotely resembling one of these weblogs, but at least I held out a good while. Well, my name is Azara, tho people call me ZaZa. I am strange, quiet and introspective, although get me near a pole in a dance club and it's an entirely different story.
I'm 18 and I'm a freshman at Wesleyan University in Connecticut. The college town is a shithole, and having first lived a mere 15 minutes away from San Francisco and then directly in Manhattan, small-town America is driving me UP THE WALL. At least there's frozen yogurt. The yogurt will keep me sane.
Okay, so, I'm obsessed with baking, which is odd, but not your pansy-assed middle America style baking. I'm interested in taking the art of cake decoration to a new level, one at which artistic freedom of expression will reign supreme. And my artistic expression tends to be on the dark side. I'd like to cake-decorate professionally, but honestly, how many people want a black cake with screaming faces popping out all over it? Not enough. And that makes me sad.
I'm also obsessed with Germany. I fuckin love it there. I dream constantly of moving to Berlin and becoming heavily involved in the INSANE underground club scene. Unfortunately, I suck at the language. That much has been made quite clear by my German Professor here at school. I mean, she thinks I'm retarded. Well... I may have sort of intentionally led her to believe that when trying to make excuses as to why my test grades were so abysmal. Sigh. That's okay. Maybe I'll pick it up quickly when I move there.
I also love to sew. I work in the costume shop at school, and I just finished my first corset. Actually, it need serious reinforcement because I used the wrong fucking kind of thread but WHATEVER I'm not even going to touch that right now. Corsetry is amazing, and once I get mine all fixed up, the tightlacing will commence. Corsets are really hot. So are handcuffs. Especially ones from Turkey that randomly have your name on them so you buy them for way too much money but it's worth it, for the story AND the sex.
Okay, enough blathering. Who's even gonna read this? I suppose then it's more for me than for anyone else. I have to pee.
I'm 18 and I'm a freshman at Wesleyan University in Connecticut. The college town is a shithole, and having first lived a mere 15 minutes away from San Francisco and then directly in Manhattan, small-town America is driving me UP THE WALL. At least there's frozen yogurt. The yogurt will keep me sane.
Okay, so, I'm obsessed with baking, which is odd, but not your pansy-assed middle America style baking. I'm interested in taking the art of cake decoration to a new level, one at which artistic freedom of expression will reign supreme. And my artistic expression tends to be on the dark side. I'd like to cake-decorate professionally, but honestly, how many people want a black cake with screaming faces popping out all over it? Not enough. And that makes me sad.
I'm also obsessed with Germany. I fuckin love it there. I dream constantly of moving to Berlin and becoming heavily involved in the INSANE underground club scene. Unfortunately, I suck at the language. That much has been made quite clear by my German Professor here at school. I mean, she thinks I'm retarded. Well... I may have sort of intentionally led her to believe that when trying to make excuses as to why my test grades were so abysmal. Sigh. That's okay. Maybe I'll pick it up quickly when I move there.
I also love to sew. I work in the costume shop at school, and I just finished my first corset. Actually, it need serious reinforcement because I used the wrong fucking kind of thread but WHATEVER I'm not even going to touch that right now. Corsetry is amazing, and once I get mine all fixed up, the tightlacing will commence. Corsets are really hot. So are handcuffs. Especially ones from Turkey that randomly have your name on them so you buy them for way too much money but it's worth it, for the story AND the sex.
Okay, enough blathering. Who's even gonna read this? I suppose then it's more for me than for anyone else. I have to pee.
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