CASIE STEWART

THIS IS MY LIFE • BLOG EST. 2005
LIFE

i hope you don’t screw like you type.

This was meant to go up yesterday but my site was hacked! I had a mini heart attack but then my friend played doctor to my blog baby and now she’s out of emergency and recovering well. Thank jesus!

Lovely walk to work this morning. Played in the park for a min. Got a coffee. Wore suede boots even though its raining, its so slight not enough for wellies. Getting really excited for Florida in two weeks.

Came home last night and kinda wished I had a BF, that thought was gone when I woke up. Gonna do some zoeyng tonight. Have a shirt to make and a vest. Mum gave me heaps of pattern books from the early eighty’s and all that stuff is in style right now.

Just ran into Daniel. He said ‘hi Magical’ I know he means it. That little minute meeting gave me a dose of inspiration and hazaaaa that resembles wheat grass. Pleasure seeing friends that are doing well and doing what they love at the same time. i was so inspired in fact that I kept typing and walked right past Timmy Ho’s. Good thing there’s at least three on my way. Blind Melon ‘No Rain’ is playing as I walk by Jack Astors on John Street. There is inspiration everywhere.

There is inspiration everywhere!

I love this song.

Related Posts

Writing

nyctophobia (fear of night)

Hold back the night

For I fear the darkness

Take control and keep me safe

Hold back the night

For I cannot live without the light

Upon my face

Hold back the night

For my love will leave me

When the dark night approaches

published may 22, 2006

Art

i’m sew in love with you zoe

I’m heading to MTV for The Hills to meet a bunch of peeps. Threaded the needles and had my first sew tonight.  It feel so good to sew again. I used to make stuff all the time, since I was little. Sometimes I made clothes for Jenie. I had a business in grade 6 where I made & sold gym bags with drawstring. They mde a rule it was manditory to have a gym bag and I saw an opportunity there. Might of even been grade 5 in Mrs Rolts class. Mum, can you verify that?

I’ve named by sewing maching Zoey, Zoey Ng. Now I made things and I call it zoeyng.  I am so happy. I don’t even care if it rains for days because I can stay inside making sun dresses and beautiful things so that when it is sunny, we can look stylish. I’m in love and I haven’t even made anything yet.

Writing

Crash

Hot coffee

And like a dream

The sparkle in my eye

Crashes

Into you.

As I leave to start the day,

And you are on my mind.

by casie, australia 2004

Writing

the ABC’s of anger

This poem was originally published in 2006 here and is written by me. I was playing with my thesaurus at the time,  finding words for anger. I was listening to Rilo Kiley and myspacing hard. I spent countless nights teaching myself HTML, formatting websites,  writing content.  I love being able to go back in time and see what I was up to and what I was writing. I realize things about myself that I forgot. ________________________________

ABC’s of Anger

You could say I am annoyed, antagonized & aggravated.
You remind me of that bitter taste of coffee in my mouth,
With you I am displeased.
Almost enraged I am, exacerbated & exasperated,
I find myself furious, fierce, & ferociously fuming.
Hardly hateful just heated with a hot head
I am ill tempered. You make me impassionate, insensitive,
I feel inflamed, increasingly infuriated, & irate. Intensely irritated.
I am maddened. Your words make me offended & outraged.
You provoke me into a raging, resentful sad Satan.
Watch for spitefulness coming your way.
I am airline turbulence, making passengers uptight.
Vicious & vexed like a bad villain.
I am wired & worked up with wrath.
I have no zest or zeal.
This is a zero-sum game.
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%$%$#FU*C*&%#$K off.