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“She blogs, she blogs and blogs and… she works full time. She’s busy, that’s what she says, but she’s still got a lot of energy and would be bored if she wasn’t doing stuff all the time.”
I’m watching American Beauty…for the second time today. I love this movie. It’s creepy and yet I find the story so captivating that when it came on again, I didn’t change the channel. It’s brilliant. I have two favorite parts beside the girls dance with the roses and the music. I like when Angela says “OMG, you like totally love him, you wanna have like a million of his babies”.
Later, Jane says ”Well, I guess I’m not a very nice girl than am I”, I like that part. Had the sketch book out. Drew a unique interpretation of the creepy video camera guys room. The room with all the videos and the white walls. He’s weird and I like him.
Cooked up some chicken soup from scratch yesterday. You’d be proud Mum, turned out great. It was spinning in this photo. I love cooking and baking. Haven’t been in the kitchen much lately, should do something about that really. Now & Then just came on, reminds me of grade 8 and Lisa Baker.
Stunningly beautiful video of Niagara Falls in motion, all time lapse photos. Very cool.
I have no attention span sometimes. At home on computer listening to TV and barely watching. I get on the computer and am Tweeting away to people then I click on a link and get distracted. I see I got email. The movie was over 30 minutes ago.
I’m thirsty and I get some water then reach for the fridge. I open the door and close it again before walking over to the balcony with my water. Checks phone. Emails and a missed phone call and a text from Twitter. Look at the TV, what show is this? Step outside.
Go back to computer and remember what I was doing. I keep cleaning up this external drive so I can fit all the new photos on it. Got lots done…check Facebook for a break. Clicks on a link and reads something then reaches for the water glass and then the phone.
A couple years ago Jenie and I decided to have a photoshoot at the Keg Mansion while we were there. Found these tonight. We were both darker and longer in the hair. I think I should grow my hair now that its so short. I love this Batman shirt, it’s thermal-like and really soft. I hope she as it still.
I love it. The thunder in the sky. The energy that lights up the dark clouds when lightning strikes. The pounding of rain drops on windows of cars as they drive on the wet pavement.
I jump every time it rattles the windows and I screech a little with excitement. I enjoy the rush, it scares me a little but I like it.
I’m reminded of being in Florida last month. We were at a late night pool party and the air was damp with humidity as it had been hot all day. There was a flash of lightning and a crack of thunder. It felt like only a second before the rain poured down. It was warm and wet and felt soft on my skin. I was in my bathing suit but I wanted to be free. I removed it and tossed it into a pile. There in the hot Florida night I danced naked in the rain. Arms over my hear to the beats of the music. I was free at last.
Girls were working out in the park. They start in a circle then change formation to watch the teacher. I stopped to have a sit in the grass and relax.
Needed to cool down from the hot heat on the bike ride. Was tired on the bike today, really warm out today. Humid.
Sat down for a cold refreshing one on the bench and felt calm. Gonna get a new style today.
The stuff is in my hair is hot and it feels like I’m in direct afternoon sunlight on a hot summer day. It kinda burns a bit but it’s good. I’m starting to get excited for Pride. I get talking about past times and all the girls start calling and we make plans. OMG its so fun. I love.
Its hot, burning right now a bit. I love coming here. I was so crazy with a mind a racin’ that I wasn’t relaxed. Now I’m relaxed. Beautiful outside right now, lovely. I looked at your picture but it wasn’t you it was an inposter of you circa something. I laughed. Facebook on phone means double notifications and major annoyance. Don’t like it.
Do like getting my hair done. The colour is setting in. Its gonna be bright. 
I’m gonna freak out at first like I always do then love it. It’s going to be perfect for the weekend. I love it.
Sometimes I just can’t seem to relax. My mind races with a hundred thousand thoughts at a time and I lose my concentration and have no focus. I think there’s a good chance it might have to do with how much time I spend on the Internet soaking up information. My daily intake of news, facts, and randomness is very high. I constantly multitask and when I’m not on the Internet I have blackberry that receives three different emails, Blackberry Messenger and has wireless access. I’m addicted to information. I’m very creative. My mind never stops.
I think back to learning about entrepreneurs and how the really successful ones work their asses off. That’s what you gotta do to get anywhere. I’ve been so busy lately and but not just going-places-busy, thoughts-process-busy. It’s really good and I like it but sometimes it gives me knots in my stomach and I feel like I’m going to puke. That’s how I felt this morning. I got up extra early so I could get to the office and check some things off my list before everyone else got in. The ride in was nice and my bike makes me feel free. I managed to get a bit ahead but I’ve still got a full day staring me in the face. Lunch meeting, after work meeting, concert, opening party, then finally bed. It’s days like this I sing the song from Sharon Lois and Bram and think it’s OK, you’re gonna be OK. It’s just another day. 
this papers not as good for drawing its better for writing in pen i like when the pencil scratches the paper its thinner than the other paper and i like that one better because you can do more with different things and make it more colourful and full of life
i don’t like to write on the back of the paper and i like when the words fill up the spaces of the flat piece of paper either and when words the same end up together it makes me smile and i like it
the reporter is always writing and chasing stories i would rather be chased than chase the lives and run in circles around my own thoughts and how i feel about the lives of other people i like to report my own stories its new and always news
its always new and always news but it gives me anxiety sometimes
Every time I get a new one I feel lucky. It’s like someone opened up world of opportunity and said, ‘Go Casie, you can have anything you want. If you imagine it, you can have it right here in this fine little book‘. It’s a space wherre I have a conversations with my self and our thoughts. I let them out and they turn into things. I had met with a reporter yesterday which inspired me to pick up the reporter style this time. 
I reckon that being left handed I can flip it around nicely to not get pencil lead on my hand as I so often do. 
I write in pencil mostly. I remember a poem I wrote ages ago with a line saying how I like the way ‘the pencil flows on paper twill’. I love looking at the notebooks of other people, there is so much creativity contained in these legendary little things. I bought my last one in March and it was nearly full when I lost the little guy. It was with my laptop and computer and funny enough, the thing I miss most is the notebook. True story.
Earlier this week I wrote about the many relationships I’ve had with hardware, computers that is. The track record of breakage expands further than computers, it includes phones and cameras too. I can’t even begin to think about all the units I’ve been though over the last few years.
I look forward to getting to work now that I’ve got a new desktop that stays there. It’s safe from the wreckage that I cause every time a laptop touches my fingers. As I was leaving for the office this morning, I noticed the balcony door open and casually grabbed for the screen door to avoid any bugs coming inside. There’s lots up high in condo-life.
I attempted to close the door when my blackberry jumped out of my hand. He must have wanted to go. I tried to stop him, but there was no way. He was full of spite and skid across the concrete heading straight for the edge. I screamed as if I was being pushed to the very edge myself. It was loud and full of fear. I tried to say ‘don’t do it’ but he jumped, he just jumped. He went right off the edge as if he was at Taupo doing a bungy. Thought flushed my mind thinking, what have I done, what have I not done to make you want to end it all? I watched the whole thing happen. I saw him falling over 20 stories to what became a very tragic death. 
I scurried to the elevator, it seemed to be taking a lifetime. I could not get to the ground fast enough. I saw a resident walk past him, his parts were scattered across the pavement. I wiped a tear and said ‘WHAT AM I GOING TO WITHOUT YOU?” in an angry yet very sad voice. I picked him up and he seemed to still have some life left. ..I got all the pieces and held him close. There was no hope, he was not going to make it. Not after a fall like that. 
Emptiness filled my stomach as thoughts raced through my head. Another breakup to add to the rest. It’s been a tough week, I lost two very special friends, laptop and blackberry. I hope the relationship in this beautiful photo lasts longer than the ones I have with gadgets.
It must be time to switch to iphone…
The other day I found a little notebook in my desk. The noted were all made in April 2008. This is the first time I’ve typed them out and now I’m sharing with you. I hope you like them. The photos are from the warehouse the other day. It’s a creative space I adore.
sunny outlook, brand new, fresh book
sun shining outside, take the bike out for a ride
feel the sun shine on your face, biking fast, win your own race
light a cig, turn up the tunes
nothing like the sun in the afternoon
free spirit flowing lyrics, let it out, scream & shout!
don’t be shy let the words fly,
across the page like sprinkled sage
like you lost your age!
define yourself in this life
open your mind, let the words suffice
you are the director, a mind reflector
direct your movie
let your lyrics move me
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