3:34 PM, July 8th, 2005--Wow. Two years almost to the day since I last noted an update. Not to say that there have been no updates since then. On or about August 22nd, 2004, I posted "Days of Glass and Blades," and on or about December 29th, 2004, I posted "Requiem." Today I posted "Proviso." It's for Andy. Yeah.
11:19 AM, July 7th--Have added two poems, "Instead of a Scream" and "Paranoia and Me". About "Instead of a Scream" I have this to say: It would be better if it didn't rhyme, but it wanted to rhyme. There's so much it leaves out that needs to be said, leaving it vague and abrupt. I don't like that. I do vague well; one might say it's the only thing I do well, but I think one might be lying if one said that. Nevertheless vagueness is one of my strong points without being a strength; it is in fact something of a flaw. I may rework the poem one of these days, or perhaps not. Perhaps it would be better unworked, if I could strip off the restraints, the references, deferences, lay it bare, make it something I could scream, if I were the sort to scream when I explode--which in itself could show improvement; if I allowed myself to scream. But I don't scream, and thus my rage gets lost in rhyme. Sad, but better than it could be. About "Paranoia and Me" I have this to say: It's silly but it's true.
12:00 PM, May 23rd--Summer session has started. Itty-bitty updates to quotes page and about page. I'm still alive, though.
12:13 AM, February 14th--Slight additions to quotes page arising from Amy's tea crisis.
10:31 PM, February 11th--"Great is the force of the ants." Have added things to quotes page because Latina est gaudium, if not necessarily utilis.
9:31 PM, February 3rd--Have re-added "A Thank You Poem" (from June '01) and put up the never before seen "words for you." Go me!
7:22 PM, February 3rd--Have fixed metrical (or is that metric?) flaw that Brad pointed out in sestina. Otherwise, am glad to report, he loved it. Go him! And go me, too.
11:09 PM, February 2nd--Have added poem. Go me! It's a sestina, and was surprisingly un-difficult to write, considering the strictness of the form (iambic pentameter and all that). It's called "We Do Not Die" (I may change it later, but I couldn't come up with anything else at the time. Sue me. On second thought, don't. Just deal with it instead). So yeah. It's there, and it's dedicated to Brad. Go him!
5:51 PM, February 2nd--Have added limited photo gallery. Go me! Am using phrase "Go me!" far too often. Go me! =)
5:14 PM, February 2nd--Have added link to Bon's page. Link to VSDs is once more operational, but I don't believe Cassie has actually written anything new for a month or so. Oh well. Intending to write poetry. Go me!
4:58 PM, January 26th--Have added link to my LiveJournal. Link to VSDs is broken; am now attempting to find new link.
4:28 PM, January 26th--I have a LiveJournal! Probably I'll end up putting a link to it in the linkpile, but meanwhile, go visit me! In other news, I have a new picture of me on the about page, and have scanned numerous more pictures that I shall likely put into a picture gallery of sorts. Also, I added one quote to the quotes page. Go me.
2:45 PM, January 17th--Yay! I put in my form for major declaration and new advisor, so very shortly here I should officially have a double major in philosophy and history, double minor in English and classical civilizations, and a concentration in women's studies. Go me!
I want a LiveJournal =(.
I'm going to St. Nerdly's wiv mummy tonight to see Travis' radio play thing of The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. He's going to be 18 in October. I'll be 19 in February. Skyler is turning 15 on the 25th. And Brad's gonna be 30 in May . . . getting older boggles my mind.
8:39 PM, January 15th--Have made new updates page. Go me. Also, expect a new pic or two soon.
8:16 PM, January 15th--Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention: I'm now back home (such as it is). *snif* I miss Villa Maria. In some ways. Not so much in others. I want my own place next year. And Brad has another flu from hell. Poor lad. Fortunately (knock on wood) he's recovering.
Something weird happened to me today. I was in Bon's office just kind of talking with her, and Meaghan showed up, and they were talking, and then I started feeling nauseous and weak and hot and cold at the same time. Meaghan left, Bon noticed me being a little weird and got concerned. I decided a drink of water would be good, so I got up and was at the doorway from the Communication Arts office to the hall when my legs kind of gave out on me. So I sat there for, I dunno, 30 seconds or so, and then I got up and floated to the water fountain and got my drink. And then I felt better, which is good, because that was really weird and disconcerting.
Beth has a LiveJournal now. I don't. Maybe I should. The vast majority of these updates have been more bloggy than updatey, but then again it's not as if I've had actual updates in a while. If I stopped putting personal updates here, my activity on this page would be practically nil. Am making new updates page now.
4:34 PM, January 15th--Hey, kids, it's me. I'm sitting in the Herak computer lab waiting for my computer science class to start. My computer science class is called "User Centered Website Design" or something like that. Hope it's not too basic. Whoops, starting up here.
9:29 PM, January 2nd--It's the new year, which means sooner or later I should make a 2003 updates page. But this one little update would look so sad and lonely all by itself, and I don't feel like it right now anyway, so it stays for the time being. I have added linkses to the linkpile; specifically, LOTR linkses. Fun stuff. I took a peek at the website design textbook for my computer science class next semester, and all I can say is oysh. I just hope we won't spend too much time on the basics . . . or that I will at least pick up stuff I didn't know I didn't know that will strengthen my foundations. Or something.
And the something else was little Christmas lights.
Right, yeah. New Year's celebrations. Not that any of you asked, but I'll tell you all anyway. I spent the whole time wiv Brad, who had (and is still recovering from) the flu from hell. It's icky. But before celebration, there was car shopping! Sort of. In a limited fashion. First we went to see about getting a car loan. They wouldn't give him much. Then we went to Spalding's to see about the salvage value of the Shaggin' Wagon. They offered him a hundred bucks. Seeing as how he bought it for two hundred, and then of course has had repairs done on it since . . . well, heck no. Then we decided we didn't really wanna part with the damn thing anyway; I mean, it's kinda tough to go camping in a Kia, y'know? But we decided we'd go and see, just to make sure, and so he could tell his mummy, "Yes, I tried to buy a car. But it didn't work out." And then we couldn't find the dealership. I kid you not. I looked it up in the phonebook, and it was either at 12,000 something E. Sprague, or 17,000 something E. Sprague. And it was not at either location. Nor was it between. It was mildly perplexing but not terribly disappointing. So we went to Les Schwab and got the tires fixed instead, and then stocked up on hard liquor =). After that, we just kinda hung around the house. We ate dinner and started working on my round glow-in-the-dark puzzle and played a game with Aftershock. Yecch. That stuff could taste good in coffee or hot chocolate, but holding it in my mouth without swallowing? I don't think so. So then we had milk and worked on the puzzle some more and went to sleep. No joke. Missed the fireworks, even. And then the next day we ate snack foods and watched a self-congratulatory history of Q-6 and watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show and worked on the puzzle some more and played rummy and paid the rent and went home. Well, I went home. Brad went home too, I suppose, but only after he dropped me off. So that was New Year's. Not terribly exciting, but not bad on the whole.
Skyler and his friends, on the other hand, did the whole First Night Spokane thing. At least, that was the impression that I got. And they played Magic and saw ice sculptures and met up with some bum who told him that they were punk kids and they were going to die soon. Or something. Skyler claimed it was fun. Bully for him.
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