CasNation

This is a great song. Part sad, and part amazing. I really do love Panic, and I hope that things don't go terribly wrong with half the band split.

I am essentially addicted to Dexter right now. I am almost through the second season and I started watching, I believe, one week ago today. I have an "OH SHIT" moment just about every 10 minutes, and it's great. Seriously, this shit is like crack.

I've had two job interviews this week, both of which I believe went very well. Both at dog daycare places. Nothing like being surrounded by a pile of dogs. There was the CUTEST papillion who was so sad because he was so little, and he followed me around jumping up at my legs. I picked him up and he licked my face and it was love. Little dogs are funnier when they're surrounded by huge dogs.

I have yet to clean my room like I have been saying I will for a few weeks. I should also shower. Damn you, Dexter, and your addictiveness. When I smell because I haven't showered in 4 days, I am writing the show's producers to complain.

I'm already excited for the weekend and getting back out into social situations. Now that my lovely Stephanie has work, and class, and an internship, there is never a heck of a lot going on in apartment-land. What I need to do is get up earlier and do things with my morning before I go to work.

Le sigh.

.Cas.

Muse+French+Clarinet = Deliciousness. 'Nuf said.

So, I've had two training sessions for the Museum of Science Overnight Program, and it's really neat. Last night, we split up into groups, explored specific exhibits, then did a presentation. My group was Dinosaurs. We did Jurassic Idol. I was a lizard. It was rad.

I got to learn how to SHUT DOWN THE MUSEUM OF SCIENCE. It is so much cooler in there when the lights are out.

I have met some really, really excellent people in the past few weeks. It's really fabulous to have, say, friends. I even have a book club. As of 3:00 this afternoon. Life, I welcome you to me.

Otherwise, I have been successfully not cleaning, probably not eating as well as I should, and definitely not getting any more jobs. Disheartening? Very much so. Certainly not for lack of trying, though. Anyone who comes into contact with me at least once a week knows that I've been interviewing like it's going out of style. Apparently, I'm not even good enough for Starbucks. Not that I want to be. I just always told myself that they would be my fallback. I guess they did not agree in the slightest.

I also got one of those silly magnetic nose rings in the hopes that it would calm my intense urges to get a real one, only to find out that the intensity of the magnet makes my nose feel funny and my head hurt. So, plan B? Save up pennies, nickles, and dimes until I have $55. Pretty much, when I'm 50 and don't care about it anymore.

I have to go buy the book club book. I have to eat dinner. I'm certainly very hungry.

Later Days,
.Cas.

This song is teh sex. Don't judge. It's just amazing.

I've been in some kind of mood lately. Mostly, just bored and antsy. I really need to get out and do something with my life.

First off, my car is officially dead. Something went hell-bent with the ignition, so we're calling it a loss and sending it to the scrap lot in the sky. Or, in Ipswich. So, yay. Tomorrow I get to head back to Ipswich bright and early to switch over my registration, which meant that today was a whole lot of getting my insurance switched and whatnot. Hopefully I can make it to Gvt Center to get a new parking permit before work tomorrow, or else it will need to wait until Wednesday morning.

Also, imagine my excitement when I found out that Louis XIV had a new album out. Amazing. Their music is kind of the exact raunch-fiendishness that I want to listen to in my current mindset.

I don't know. I just gotta get the hecks out of this apartment for a night and have some fun. I'm sure I'll get to... when I'm 30 or dead or so.

Work has been weird lately, since my boss is on vacation until Wednesday or Thursday, so I've got a whole list of stuff to work on. I'm trying not to move too fast, so I don't run out of things to do. It's nice and too quiet at the same time. I hope by Thursday that I don't run out of work.

I have a lot to say, but I'm still keeping a lot of it in my head. *sheepish smile*

my head = "There's a Traitor in This Room" - Louis XIV

Later days,
.me.

Best line from a movie ever "...Why are their hands in the freezer?"
The Cottage is not such a fabulous movie. The main redeeming factor is the adorable/vaguely insane blond cockney girl with a hilarious trash mouth.

So, life has been life-tastic. I started a part-time temp position this week, and it's actually pretty cool. My company teaches people/corporations about building strategic alliances and whatnot. I still don't understand a lot of it, and most of what I have done so far is basic data entry and such. But the people are really nice and all, so I am a-ok.

The apartment is phenomenal. We have more space than we know what to do with, the area is great, and we have the A/C in. Rock. Our neighborhood is pretty good for parking, too. I'm beginning to find that a good number of people I know live nearby, it's just tough to find time to see them, plus it's been so long since I've seen any of them that it almost feels weird to be like "I haven't seen you since we graduated, let's hang out!"

I'm also still at Cuvilly, so I'm back in Ipswich for Friday-Saturday PM. It makes it hard to hang out in the city. I'm not really excited to leave Cuvilly, but I am very excited to get to spend the weekend in the city. If you're reading this and you live in the city, be my friend!

I'm going to work on taking some pictures as a mini-tour of the apartment, and we want to do something and have actual people over, which is another reason I would love to be in the city for the weekends.

Oh well. As is nice on this front.

Later Days
.Cas.

On the way home, going down Storrow towards 93, my car started acting funny. Lately, I have been getting some negative reactions occasionally when I gas up after a stop, but it hasn't been frequent enough to worry about. This time, the car began to lose speed, even when I gassed it, and began to make a terrible screaming sound. Being in the farthest left lane, I tried to make my way over to the right lane and get off the highway before things hit the shit.

Not so much. When I hit the red light before the entrances to rt1/93 (across from the Science Park stop), the car gave up. I tried to gas it, but I got more screams and a severe lack of movement. Yippee. I was officially stuck in the middle lane, at a light, on a highway, during rush hour. And my car reeked of some sort of terrible friction burns.

All in good fun, I call my dad to let him know, and then begin calling police-type people. 411 sends me to the Boston Police, who send me to the State Police, who finally sent me to the MAPD station that I can see from my car, but cannot walk to for of having my car mutilated by angry rush-hour drivers. By this time, a very lovely gentleman in a Red Sox Tshirt had very, very nicely helped me to get my car out of the road and into a parking lot. Seriously, I never even got his name, but he pretty much made my day. He will always just be "the boy in the Red Sox shirt." Plus, he was cute. We pushed my car, I talked to the MAPD who spied on me with binoculars ("You the silver Taurus out there?"), and said that the car was fine there as long as it wasn't blocking anybody from anything.

So, about 1 hour later, my dad arrived to drive me home, and a lovely man from Skillman came all the way from Ipswich to tow my car back into town. She's now over there, where she will get a check-up, and I will likely find out tomorrow if I can car-free once again. My initial thought is that it is the transmission, as there was fluid leaking from that area, and I've heard that that is what happens when it gives up on life. That also means barely-worth-the-cost repairs.

Granted, not having a car would eliminate the worry of having to find parking spaces every day, but also adds the issue of not being able to have a job that's not on the T.

The kicker of this whole thing, besides the absolutely terrible combination of the heat and the humidity, was that I was on my way home from a job interview, so I was wearing a cute black party dress with a button down, which I promptly took off when I was done because it was effin hot. So, I was a funny little girl on the side of the highway with a broken-down car wearing a little black party dress in the sweltering heat during rush hour. Not so ironically, all the people who even bothered to ask if I needed assistance were male.

That's my day in a bizarre little nutshell. Once my dad and I finally got home, we went to get ice cream for dinner, which I think I earned. Lea said it, and I wholeheartedly agree, I have an absolutely amazing father. I am very lucky to have someone who will drop what he's doing to help me pretty much whenever I need it. Love you, dad!

Anyway, I am now cuddled safely in my bed, with my superfleece and my AC. Such a great combo. Luckily, I get to sleep in tomorrow before another interview. In my mom's Accord. I love the Accord. Such a smoother ride.

Love your faces, and cross your fingers for the vehicle.

.Cas.

So, this one is a little biased. Eric is a friend of mine. He's amazing, his band is amazing, and this song is great. Eric is a really clever writer. Like I said, biased. Justified bias, however.

I have fallen rather in love with this Mac/Apple app, "Split Browser," which lets me, well, split the browser. It's pretty great. Right now, I'm watching a YouTube video and typing this, on a split browser. My fellow Mac-users should check it out. You get your tabs, an addy bar, and all the regulars in each screen, and you can open unlimited new browsers above, below, next to, wherever. I don't know why you'd want more than, say, three, because it seems to get really crowded beyond that, but it's pretty cool for what it is.

M y life in Ipswich is officially beginning to wind down. I've been setting up my change of addresses, new car insurance, and whatnot. I'm expertly still not packing. But I'm thinking about it. It's going to be very strange going from a place where just about everyone knows me, to where not really anyone does.

However, I am very excited to start anew, make new friends, and maybe even find someone super-special lovey-dovey. I am still working on the job front. If Cafenation does work out, I may do that "full time" and meanwhile look for someone else to do part-time that maybe pays a little better. I would love to work at the cafe, though. I love the atmosphere of cafes so much. Baristas are kinda like superheros. People would go insane without us.

Otherwise, my life is still fairly unexciting. My uncle has been in and out of the hospital lately. He has lost a lot of weight and his red blood cell count is way, way down, but they are unable to pinpoint his problem, so he was in today for a biopsy on his swelled lymph nodes. It looks like there isn't really a "good" possible prognosis, so much as there's a pretty crappy one, and a few really, really horrible ones. I'm trying not to overreact yet, as I'm not really close with my uncle (he married my aunt - we've never really identified with each other), but no one is ever happy when something happens to a family member. We are waiting for a call once they find out what it is; until then, things are up in the air.

I'm also waiting to hear about my friend Alex, who got himself nice and smashed up speeding without his seat belt on. I was talking to him last week, and a few days later my dad told me that he was in a bad accident and he might not make it. Clearly, I am less than amused. I would really prefer that people would just wear their seat belts, and if not, not speed 40 above the speed limit. And on top of that, not after drinking. Really. Just seems logical.

As it stands, Alex is alive, but they don't know how much motor function or brain function he will get back. Which is terrible, because he's such an active person. I feel so terribly, but in the end I am so happy that he is still alive. I am hoping to get to the hospital over the next few weeks, maybe once I'm settled in Boston and he is more stable.

The moral of the story is, people I know, quit being in hospitals and worrying me. And, if you're a certain guy who rides a red motorcycle, please be careful because I saw a guy on Wednesday who dumped his bike on the other side of the highway and he was banged up pretty bad. Be careful please. That's a call I would hate to get.

Okay, well, I'm going to continue with my YouTubing.

Later Days

.Cas.

I know, this one is a popular song. I just really like it. It's very clever. And relevant to my life. /emo. Remember when people used to do that "/..." thing all the time?

So, I'm amid a week of lots of job interviews. I had none for about 3 months, and suddenly they are all over the place. Granted, I began to apply for more "odd jobs" considering my degree, but it's pretty excellent to feel like I might have a job to pay the rent.

Today, I went over to Cafenation in Brighton, which is a nice little walk from the apartment. It's an awesome place! The front windows open out to the street, and it's beautiful. It would be such a lovely place to work. The hours are nice, the people seem great, and they have crepes. Crepes rock.

The other interview I went to today, I am 50/50 on. It's basic reception/admin stuff at a family-oriented Chiropractic office. The place is gorgeous, the people were really nice, but I have the feeling that they are looking for someone with more knowledge of medical stuff. They also want me to go back for a new patient orientation tomorrow night, but they don't give pay info until they give an offer. It also seems like they want someone to start next week, which I can't do. I am not sure that I feel that its worth keeping myself in the proverbial running.

I also have an interview on Thursday for a tea shop. I'm excited for that one! And, mom and I are going to Mohegan/Foxwoods next week. Excellent.

Anyway, still haven't packed at all. Oops. I did paint a lovely shelf that my aunt gave me, though. Yay. It's pretty cute. I can't wait to have a nice, matching room.

I'm really pumped to move, but it's going to be so far out of my comfort zone. I know, like, 75% of the town from Zumi's, and it's going to be weird living somewhere where I don't know people. It's going to be great living with Ms. Stephanie, so I have someone to talk to and hang out with who isn't twice my age. I'm also excited to meet new people (that's why the cafe would rock), and maybe even some boys.

The side advert on the page keeps changing and it's driving me crazy. Tell it to quit it.

Anyway, excited to move to the city. Excited. Yeah.

.Cas.

So, I have another song that I wanted to put up, but since I lost my hard drive last weekend, I don't have so much anything on my computer right now. So, that will need to be my next one. For now, this song rocks. Well, if you like boys.

Anyway, yeah, like I said, my hard drive committed tech-icide last weekend. The computer is fairly old, so it does make sense. So, I spent 3 days pretty much dead to the internet-world, then got a wonderful 320gb hard drive to replace my dead 80gb. Fabulous. Now I just have the lame adventure of rebuilding my computer.

On Wednesday morning, I realized that it was July 1, and had a total panic attack. Here I was, driving down 1A at 6:30am to go babysit Rosalie, and I just spontaneously began yelling out of sheer stress. I am so pumped to move back to the city, totally excited to live with Steph, and very very very happy to be getting out of my house (no offense mom and dad, but you know you want me gone too :) ), however I have yet to clean my room, begin seriously packing, or think about either of the two. I did expertly hang up some clothes in my closet, and put some other clothes and my new bedding/curtains/etc... into space saver bags. That was ALMOST packing.

Oh yeah, and I got the most amazingly cute curtains for my one whole window in my room. Check 'em out:
Cute, right? I'm excited to put them up.

I'm really really excited for my new shelf unit too. It's one of those modular cube systems you can put drawers in. I painted a couple of white fabric drawers with this great stencil and they are real cute. Gosh, I am going to have the cutest room in all of room-town.

Did I have anything else to say? I might have. I've been real out of it lately, which is a little laughable since it tends to take me about 5 minutes to get out the door because I forget my phone/shoes/lunch/wallet/glasses/etc... Oh well. Such is life.

.Cas.

Yeah, fabulous song.

So, the title of the post is alluding to the fact that I am currently going to mini-rant about Micheal Jackson and the fact that I'm not really all that sad about his passing. So, if you're an MJLover, don't read on or prepare to be angry with me.

I absolutely appreciate MJ's early work. As a kid, and through his early career, he was amazing. His voice was very unique, his videos and songs were new, exciting, and broke through a lot of walls.

The problem is, he grew up. And by grew up, I don't really mean mentally, so much as his body grew and somehow turned white. That whole race-bender should have been the first hint that he may have cracked.

Really, though, the person he became was not one to be celebrated so much as pitied and maybe even institutionalized. It's tough because he WAS such an amazing youth, but as he aged he lost touch with reality. This has always been overlooked as "aww he's so crazy" or whatever because of who he used to be.

Now that he has passed, though, the stories are coming out. In Anna Nicole-fashion, surprise, he was heavily into drugs, supplied by his "people." I know that, in the case of this as well as many other world-class celebrities, not all of the stories that come out are complete honest truth. I do know this. I'm not taking all stories to be fact. However, unless he was somehow legitimately retarded, he had to be on some sort of mind-altering substances. Not to mention the very very awful insinuated relationships with younger boys which, I'm sorry, kind of kills any respect I have for someone as a sane human being.

Likewise, now more crazy stuff is coming out, like two of his kids aren't actually his and he created an entire sham marriage?
Link: http://www.newsoftheworld.co.uk/news/381773/Mother-of-Michael-Jackons-children-Debbie-Rowe-confesses-he-was-not-their-father.html
Some of my favorite gems:

"...she revealed the strange true story behind her relationship with the Thriller icon, who she married in 1996 and divorced three years later. It included details of how:

• JACKSON never had sex with her throughout their marriage and parenthood;
• SHE offered to have babies for him after he told her that his first wife Lisa Marie Presley had refused to bear him any;
• THE star arranged for a sham marriage to make them appear like a family;
• HE cruelly ditched her when the painful second birth left her "all torn up inside" and unable to give him any more kids."

I mean, people are emotional, but clearly it was all a hack marriage, she is a total creeper, and MJ was an ass. Just sayin'. He even left her alone on their "wedding night," and bought her her own house so he didn't have to deal with her.

Yeah, he was famous, yeah, he was amazing and groundbreaking in his younger days, but he was a pretty whacked-out, bad person once he "grew up." I'm sorry, but I'm really not upset that he is gone. I'm sad for his mental and emotional situation, and I feel sad for the pain felt by his friends and family, but I am not sad that he is gone.

And, as it stands, we've also lost Ed McMahon and Farrah Fawcett, Farrah even on the EXACT SAME DAY, and no one gave a rats ass. And McMahon was legendary in the forming of late-night-television, and Farrah had a terrible uncurable disease that she fought through far more bravely. I find that really, really depressing. What a sad, pathetic group we American's are.


Likewise, if one more person sends me any sort of MJ related Facebook app, I will light them on fire. Any sort of ridiculous "what flavor of jelly bean/type of tree/breed of dog/third-world disease are you," for that matter.

On fire.

.Cas.

On a lighter note, Billy Mays is also dead. Orange-glo guy?! Say it ain't so!

Yes, it is the awesome song from Seseme Street. Listen. Love.

So, yeah, I have a blog.

Today? Jobs. I'm giving myself a few days off from being totally stressed about having a job in the city, right after this commercial break.

I've applied, like many people looking for work, all over the dang place. From animal care, which is what I would REALLY like to do, to regular old admin and reception things. My one excellent prospect, at a great no-kill animal shelter in Hopkington (Baypath - check them out if you're looking for a lovely dog or cat to adopt or foster), was amazing, minus the fact that there was no way that I could make the pay work without having 2 jobs and working 60 hours a week. Really, really disappointing.

So, I'm back at square one. I keep telling myself, I've still got a month and a half. I also keep reminding myself, I've been doing the "I've still got..." routine for about 5 months now. Panic is starting to set in, and my grumpy pants are pretty much deadbolted on. There are a million and a half Vet Tech jobs open, but I have a severe lack of qualifications in the medical realm, and my attempt at beginning courses was met with a big, old-fashioned "NO FINANCIAL AID FOR YOU!" Damn the Man.

I've also got to start organizing and packing, another of those "still got time..." phenomenons. I will pay someone zero dollars to live my life for me for a few weeks.

On the flip side, being at Cuvilly has been nothing but a big ol' blast. I adore all of our animals, even the smelly man goats, and it's been so great. My body is no longer incapacitated by the weekly workout, and I love getting home at 3 and feeling like I really accomplished something with my day. Mostly, I love the animals. The horses are so great to hang out with, and even the pain-in-the-ass donkeys make me smile. Seriously, those donkeys are experts of never being where I want them to be.

So, the moral is, I need to take a chill pill. Maybe clean my room a little? Nap? Catch up on some reading? Spend a day not on Craigslist?

Oh, growing up.