Patriotic Whatever

Hey! Guess what I did today! I voted! Woot!

Yes, I "avoided the lines" and voted early. I stood in line for about half an hour to do it too. Funny thing is the place I usually vote usually doesn't have much of a line at all. All the news people seem to think that there will be tons o' folks voting on Tuesday though, so maybe I did avoid a long wait.

Best Laid Plans

So, I'm talking to my friend Meagan on the instant messenger thingy. She's feeling spiteful toward this guy she was dating over the summer... we'll call him Joe. Joe is in Florida, Meagan is not. Anyway, she's a little miffed at him and feeling spiteful.

I mentioned, um, Fred, in my last post. We're slightly annoyed with him. Yesterday Meagan suggested beating him over the head with his own ankles. At first I was hesitant to do any beating of Fred, because, frankly, he's not really worth it. However, the picture of him getting beat over the head with his own ankles was sufficiently comical to persuade me that it was actually a good idea.

Back to the present. We, being in somewhat spiteful moods, formulated a plan. This is it: We are going to go to FL and beat Joe over the head with Fred's ankles. We need the following supplies: 3 plane tickets (the third is not for Fred, but for Celcey, who is our third half), a bag for carrying ankles, new beating-people-over-the-head outfits with matching shoes. We're going to obtain these supplies with magic money that has just now poofed into our bank accounts. Isn't magic convenient?

You might be scratching your head at this point and saying to your computer "But, Cassie, don't you think Fred might be a little upset with you taking his ankles to Florida without him?"
The answer is: yes, I think he might be. If he really wants to come to FL, he may. But only his ankles can go to Joe's house for the beating over the head.

That's all. For now. Have a good night!

Oh Hi

Remember me? I'm your friendly neighborhood blogger. I just realized how very long it has been since I posted. I'm actually surprised that I haven't had any complaints from the regular rabble rousers. Perhaps they've been just as busy as I and therefore have not missed my silly rambling. Yes, the excuse I am using for my being remiss with the blogging is that my non-digital life is keeping me very busy. What have I been busy doing? Activities include, but are not limited to (in a martini-glassed list):

Attending Plays (My Fair Lady and Hands of Sodom), the Opera (Madame Butterfly), and a symphony concert (not the Utah Symphony for once, but the Sandy City Orchestra. They were quite good. A friend of mine plays the flute and piccolo for them)





Attending a Swing Dance Invitational event thingy - The even included a competition between college swing clubs. Each club sent two couples. I was a back up for the U (one of the girls was having back problems so she wasn't sure she would be able to dance). I didn't end up competing, but I had fun there anyway. Actually (this is totally me just tooting my own horn), I was told by two really good dancers that I really should have been dancing for my school. One of them told me I am the best dancer that the U swing club has. I don't know that I agree with him, but it was awesome to hear. I promise I won't let it go to my head too much.

Kind of, sort of, potentially, starting a flirtation/dating thing with this kid... we'll call him Fred. And by kid, I mean guy. He's actually one year older than me, I think. As of Saturday, things have fizzled with him. I met Fred through a mutual friend, and thought he was kind of cute. After some flirting and a little encouragement from the mutual friend and Fred himself, I was all ready to see where it was going to go, and he seemed not completely uninterested. Things looked promising for a while, but then it all went to shit. Turns out Fred is kind of a flake. He basically stood me up on Friday, and then didn't get why I was upset with him. We don't hate him, though we would be completely justified in doing so. It's kind of sad that nothing came of that, but probably for the best. To be fair, I'm not really rolling in free time, and neither is he, so the whole new relationship thing may have been just burden for both of us. Of course, it could have also been a fun way to revieve some stress. Oh well, in any case, it's done.

Doing the school thing, which is totally kicking my ass. I'm so unused to being in school full time and it's really hard. I'm barely keeping up with my homework, and I'm not really enjoying my classes as much as I would like to be. It's not that they are bad classes, it's just that with the amount of work I have to do for them.... Getting everything done is a little stressful, add that to trying to work enough to have some spending money and still have some semblance of a social life.... It's a little stressful. I also don't seem to be able to convince myself that it is wise to go to bed early when I have class at 8:35 in the morning. So I go to said class very tired which makes paying attention difficult. I'm pretty sure that for Spring I'm going to take 3 classes at the most. It might take longer for me to graduate that way, but at least I wont destroy myself in the process. It's weird, in high-school being a student, and a good one at that, was pretty natural for me. I seem to have lost my touch.

Doing the work thing. I still love my job, but I would really like to get hired on at one of the libraries and stop doing the sub thing. I imagine it's only a matter of time.





Doing the dancing thing. I go swing dancing at least once a week - Thursdays- these days. I usually try to get out on Saturday too. I know that a lot of my friends (the old ones anyway, this doesn't so much apply to my new friends who I've met through dancing) don't understand why I go so much. I can see how it might seem kind of like an obsession, and maybe it is. If I had time, I would go dancing every Friday too. And next month I'm going to make time in my busy schedule to take a 4 week lindy class. The thing is, I really like dancing. I mean, really like it. I can think of few things I would rather do. When you find something you really love doing, doesn't it make sense to do that thing?

And that just about sums up everything that has kept me from blogging lately. I'll try to do better in the future. I know the longer I go without blogging the harder it is to get back in the habit, so I might as well not get out of the habit. That way everybody wins. In other news, I'm totally looking forward to Halloween. It is, after all, my favourite holiday. And it's just around the corner. Next weekend and the weekend after that are already full of festivities. Unfortunately, I don't think I'm going to have time to pull together the costume I was planning on (I had plans to go as Daria) because I just don't have time to hunt down all the necessary pieces. My back up plan: I'm going to wear a toga (what self-respecting college student does not have a toga?) and go as Cassandra. Get it? Cuz my name is Cassandra. It's funny.

Doncha Wish Your Girlfriend was Hot Like Me?

Guess what I did last night! I danced. With a pole. Yep. Pole Dancing. It was girls night out and we all went to a dance studio and learned how to pole dance from a real live stripper!

It was so much fun! And an amazing work out. I can barely move my arms today because they are so sore.

Do Your Part

This is a great video that's been going around the interwebs:



If you haven't registered yet, go out and do it now! With the country going to shit, it irresponsible to not pay attention to what's going on in Washington. I'm not the most political person you'll ever meet, but I'm following the news and forming my own opinions. It's time my generation sat up and started to give a damn about our future.

Getting Ink

I'm blogging about my creative writing class again. The teacher guy recently collected our "writing journals" and today he gave them back, complete with his comments on what we had written.

There was one day I was feeling lazy and simply scribbled all over the page. I justified it as a "poem without language" by adding this quote from a Saussure essay I had to read in another class:

Without language, thought is a vague, uncharted nebula. There are no pre-existing ideas,
and nothing is distinct before the appearance of language.

What makes me laugh a little is the comment left in the margin beside this quote: "You should get this as a tattoo"

Granted, it is a very nice thought. I enjoy the concept and it's very well articulated. It even suits me, I think. As you all probably know by now, I'm a big fan of language and am very interested in finding just the right way to express my thoughts, ideas, feelings etc. I probably wouldn't mind having that tattooed somewhere... maybe on my back? I just think it's funny that it was the first place the prof went.

Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, I absolutely love the idea of getting words tattooed somewhere. I like the idea of being able to read a person, literally, like a book. But the problem is, what could you get tattooed that would fit you for the rest of your life? If I picked a poem or a quote that I absolutely love today, that fits my entire philosophy on life and means a great deal to me now, who's to say it would still fit five or ten years down the road? Even if I choose something, wait and think about it for a year or two (which may seem extreme, but I for something that will be on my body for the rest of my life, I think that it's perfectly reasonable to do so) and it still is a perfect as I originally thought it was, I can't know that I will still even like it when I'm 50 and have twice as much life experience as I do now.

It's also possible that the meaning of whatever was inked would be diminished simply by having it with me all the time. To be faced with it every day, and to have to explain it to everyone who got close enough to read me, would leach all the specialness out of the words. Eventually they would start to feel like my own personal cliche. So maybe, to prevent that, it should be something that doesn't really mean much.

I don't know. I'm sure I'm over-thinking this way too much. Like I said, I really like the idea of getting words tattooed. Maybe one day I'll actually go out and do it. I will leave you with a question: If you were to get a quote/poem tattooed, what would you get and where would you put it? Or if you already have something, share that.