It's a dreary morning here in Chicago. Grey && chilly. Perfect for sleeping in, not for getting up @ 5am to go to work. However, I did have an awesome start to the day. I was on the way in, came across a stunned lil bird on the train platform. I went to scoop it up gently, so it wouldn't get stepped on, but it flew away. As I was going on my way, it flew down and landed on my shoulder, all Snow White about it haha. He stayed with me for a bit and flew off when he was ready. It was really random, but it made me smile.
I've got a lot on my metaphorical plate this morning, so no big post at the moment. Hope everyone is having a good morning =)
Monday, September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Yada Yada Yawn
I always start these things, only to get annoyed with myself && delete all posts. Honestly, I never know what to talk about. I want to talk about something, but I don't know exactly what it is I am trying to say, most times. Whatever. Let's start with basic "About Me" crap.
My name is Cassie (I also go by Mandy with a few friends). I turned 25 in April, which feels old. I know it's not, logically, but I FEEL like I'm old. It's close to 30, and by 30 I mean, you're a full-blown adult && you basically cease to have a social life && you become responsible for EVERY fucking thing. You can't use youth or inexperience as an excuse anymore. I guess I feel like I need to meet some societal stigma to "grow up" even though there are plenty of people much older than me still rocking out && being unique fucking snowflakes. I'm just trying to figure out a way to combine my 16 y/o brain with my adult job && responsibilities.
Speaking of my job, I won't discuss it much for legal purposes (I got fired once for bitching about a job online), but I hate it. Receptionist aka Office Bitch. I have goals though. I just applied to DePaul University for their BA in Psychology. After I get that, I want to turn it into a Masters. Either at DePaul or the Chicago School of Professional Psychology. I want to be able to work as a therapist who specializes in Queer/TransGender Youth, && then retire far down the road, owning a nice little commune-style home. Own a bit of land to live off of, taking in queer, artistic minded young people who can't find support anywhere else. It's been my dream since I was about 16/17.
Why so big on the Gheys, you ask? I'm a Pansexual HomoRomantic, living with my amazing partner (Carmen) of just over a year & a half. I was raised as a Jehovah's Witness for 16 years. When I came out to my parents exactly two years ago today, they disowned me. Other than a brief email stating that they would no longer be communicating with me, I haven't heard from them since. The same applies to all the people I grew up with, who I considered to be my friends && family. I just want to provide a safe place, a loving home, for all of those who have felt that rejection && loneliness.
Well, that covers my quarter-life crises, my job, my career/education goals, && my religious history. I think that's a good start. Work is kind of crazy right now, plus I'm not supposed to use the internet personally at all, so I'm going to peace out for now.
xoxo-Cass
My name is Cassie (I also go by Mandy with a few friends). I turned 25 in April, which feels old. I know it's not, logically, but I FEEL like I'm old. It's close to 30, and by 30 I mean, you're a full-blown adult && you basically cease to have a social life && you become responsible for EVERY fucking thing. You can't use youth or inexperience as an excuse anymore. I guess I feel like I need to meet some societal stigma to "grow up" even though there are plenty of people much older than me still rocking out && being unique fucking snowflakes. I'm just trying to figure out a way to combine my 16 y/o brain with my adult job && responsibilities.
Speaking of my job, I won't discuss it much for legal purposes (I got fired once for bitching about a job online), but I hate it. Receptionist aka Office Bitch. I have goals though. I just applied to DePaul University for their BA in Psychology. After I get that, I want to turn it into a Masters. Either at DePaul or the Chicago School of Professional Psychology. I want to be able to work as a therapist who specializes in Queer/TransGender Youth, && then retire far down the road, owning a nice little commune-style home. Own a bit of land to live off of, taking in queer, artistic minded young people who can't find support anywhere else. It's been my dream since I was about 16/17.
Why so big on the Gheys, you ask? I'm a Pansexual HomoRomantic, living with my amazing partner (Carmen) of just over a year & a half. I was raised as a Jehovah's Witness for 16 years. When I came out to my parents exactly two years ago today, they disowned me. Other than a brief email stating that they would no longer be communicating with me, I haven't heard from them since. The same applies to all the people I grew up with, who I considered to be my friends && family. I just want to provide a safe place, a loving home, for all of those who have felt that rejection && loneliness.
Well, that covers my quarter-life crises, my job, my career/education goals, && my religious history. I think that's a good start. Work is kind of crazy right now, plus I'm not supposed to use the internet personally at all, so I'm going to peace out for now.
xoxo-Cass
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