June 24, 2009
I am a friend, a bassist, a daughter, a sister, a learner, and a thinker.
I really like to learn. I suppose I'm a nerd at heart. When I get bored I either run around with a pilowcase on my noggin or go read random how-to articles on wikihow.com.
There was a moth fluttering around my blue cup a few minutes ago, having escaped the eager claws of my kitties. They (the felines) have been fed and put to bed (rhyme not intended). Aside from the male enhancement commercial softly playing in the background, the only sounds I hear are those of my ancient desktop and my fingers tap-tap-tapping on the decripit keyboard I am slightly hunched over. My earthy hair is still long, unfortunately, and tickles my arm constantly, having twarted the hair ties looped at the base of my skull.
Around my computer is clutter. My phone, turned off, reflects the eggshell ceiling from its perch atop a mass of papers, magazines, and God knows what. Black nail polish, no longer useful in its thick, clumpy state, is dwarfed by the aforementioned cup.
I have been playing the bass guitar for a year now, and I'm glad I got bored enough to sign up for lessons. My teacher is lovely, a funny guy, though he and I rarely communicate on the same wavelength. I have my lesson today, in the evening.
My best friend has an account on Gaia... She's the one that inspired me to get off my lazy a** and start social networking again. Whoopee for her! I have yet to find her, or talk to anyone, for I made this account about two hours ago and it's eight past one in the morning.
My last pregnant doe gave birth today--two girls and a boy. The boy looks just like his mama, but he's a runty little thing. I have to make sure he nurses in the morning. His sisters are larger, and will bully him out of the way. For those of you asking this, no, I do not breed deer, or rabbits, but goats. Nigerian Dwarf goats, to be specific, and I must say I'm damn proud of my herd of sixteen... well, nineteen as of this evening. Hmm... That's a lot of goats... Well, as long as my parents don't find out, I'm good.
My name is Casey, by the way. If you would like to learn more about me, I hope you can figure out how on your own because anyone unable to do so would only annoy me.
Happy Pralines Day!!