I feel good. I feel relaxed and happy.
I wrote something just before this and deleted it by accident. It happened just as I thought it was good. That means, I know, I know I can do it again and not to worry about losing it. Save your work. I had just finished a thought about dealing with negative thoughts, negative people, self doubt really. The truth is, I am the director of the movie that is my life, there’s no one else writing it for me. I can hear someone talking on another balcony. I’m sitting here and the rain has since stopped but it was fierce and roaring with thunder and there were flashes of lightening in sky.
I’ve been up to a few things lately 1) tumblr 2) 12secondstv. I have more thoughts that process through my mind on a daily basis than this blog is ready to handle. I’ve been sharing snipits and stories about me and my life on what I like to call ‘The Casie Stewart Show’ on 12seconds.tv. It’s fun. There are so many really creative people pf Tumblr. Most younger than me that’s cool. I did some of my most creative stuff so far from 14-16 years old.
there’s a kid on this train and i hate him. i thank thank god and my friends in Boston for this laptop and the beer in my hand for without them i may kill a small child. the parents are arrogant fucking assholes that think their kids are more important than the sanity of everyone else traveling on this machine. the kids are screaming and one is practicing his gargling. it’s rare for me to ever think about having children and at this very moment i find the mere thought to be torture. a can of sleeman cream ale sits between my legs as i type on the little railway table. it’s about the perfect size for a netbook. hard luck if you have anything bigger than 10″ inches. if that little fucker screams again. i’m listening to the best mix ever. bondi beach surf-side sounds, a unique mix someone gave me i’ve never been able to find again. i’ll share it one day. my friends know the one i mean. the internet on this train is also shitty. i tryped this on notepad first. I chat with my boss on bbm about him saying I need to stop chatting/tweeting and the president knows.
god, there’s a fucking freight train delay now.
it’s funny because the girl giving the message on the intercom hates what she is saying and her poor voice is hesitant and scared. i find that comforting because while everyone else is getting pissed and i don’t really give a shit because all i’m doing is hanging out and writing. i have all my gadgets and using the train’s internet and power.
ok i give a shit now. we’re stopped and the damn attendant is no where to be found. i told him i wanted to order two drinks for a FUCKING REASON AND this is IT. my enemy keeps roaring a kids HAHAHAHAHAHA laugh really loud. i would have never acted like those kids, ever. i’d have gotten told. we were very well behaved. children. I thought the train was a good idea but now I am dying to get off this thing.
i listened to a couple of passenger Robert’s audio voicemails and his limewire library over the internet. he likes Weird Al, tool, starrs of the lid, hala strana. I wonder if he’s cool. I will never know.
She said I want to make a Frankenstein man, one with all different parts that’s mix of all the best parts. I laughed. I agreed, I’d like to make that kind of man too. The sun sun is really bright today. Drove with Sabrina and taking the train after work. Via rail for the first time. Girls weekend away. Much needed, much deserved. I got the same cup today, the one about being mislead as a child. I think that day was a Friday too. I like Friday’s and Saturday’s and I like Sunday’s even more. I’m still using mouse on left hand, home and work, tennis elbow aches have been the worst this week. More than it has been in a while. Tony Pierce told me it might be stress, now I think he’s right. Last I recorded 12seconds a few times and posted a few things to my tumblr blog. It’s called Oh Casie, I think you’ll like it. It’s a big mix of all the shit I see on the internet. Kinda like that spot in your house where you empty your pockets after a night out and then find that stuff again later. For me, usually near the front door or bedroom table. First time taking the train, oh the luxury of having wireless and the ability to order a drink. God I’m lucky. Thank you. Let’s go weekend, I’m ready for ya.
I knew right when I woke up that something wasn’t right. I had a knot in my stomach and I tossed and turned. Ropes hit the window as I was getting ready and the window cleaning men saw me naked. I rode through a stop sign in front of a police man. Twitterberry was returning no signal and I figured I hate you you stupid phone. I get to the office and think ‘oh no they blocked twitter gadget finally’. I pinned Kurt and Keri and Tiffany on BBM and said “IS TWITTER DOWN?”. I was in a bit of a panic and thought it has to be the office big brother. Asked Dr. Google for an answer prescription and I got all I needed to know…Twitter is down.