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Cathryn Frances

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Twelve whopping weeks. [29 May 2008|05:26pm]
[ mood | cheerful ]

Yes, it's been about twelve weeks since I last wrote in my blog.

Since that time, I've...

-Finished all my classes (YES.)

-Gotten an art area scholarship to boot (YES!)

-Started knitting like mad

-And taken up contra dancing.

Now for more about the last two.

I'm using the humongous amount of spare time I have nowadays to work on projects that I might have deemed too darn tough to attempt while attending my classes, which took up most of my time anyway (sometimes I'd get home around 11:00 at night...not fun when you're in class starting at 8:00 in the AM).

So now I'm currently working on a pair of socks for my father-- I figure it'll be a joint Father's Day/birthday gift. They've been the socks from HELL, I kid you not. I kept getting the sizing off, despite checking my gauge. Which meant that I was knitting sasquatch socks. Needless to say, I've frogged it OVER and OVER again and now I think I've finally hit the right size.

Pictures will come when I finish. I finally decided to buy my camera a new USB cord after spending months looking high and low for my old one...which...disappeared? Unfortunately, I decided to be cheap and got one for a dollar off ebay. So now it takes around 30 minutes to load all my pictures. Which really cuts into my battery time.

Oh yeah, and contra dancing.

A friend from my Spanish 2002 class asked me if I'd like to go to the last contra dancing she'd be attending before heading off to Spain. I agreed, despite having not even the slightest clue what contra dancing would be.

Well, from 7:30-11:00 pm last Saturday I contra danced.

It involves alot of swinging, running around, and partner switching, all done to bluegrass and Irish jigs.

You get very sweaty. So does everyone else.

There's a caller who tells you the moves during the songs (played by a live band!), until later in the song when he stops telling you what to do, which is mildly stressful.

But I...actually really enjoyed myself.

I think I'll be going back!

You can read more about it here.

Hand-spinning, knitting, gardening, contra dancing...

I'm basically one small step away from joining a drum circle, and upon joining a drum circle I will pretty much be a true bonafide crazy hippie lady.

Pretty sad, eh?

Anyway, hope all of you are having as much fun as I am. Here's to hoping for more frequent postings in the near future.

-Cat

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5 whole weeks... [01 Mar 2008|03:20pm]
[ mood | stressed ]

Since I last posted an entry.

Yes, blogger guilt has set in and I feel like making contact with the rest of humanity again, while I still have a wee bit of free time. Because, you know, free time is scarce nowadays.

Which is one of the reasons why I'm seriously thinking about taking only 12 credits next semester. When you find that your art classes are cutting into the time you'd normally spend working on art, you know there's something wrong.

One class I wish I had more time to devote to was my photography class. Who'd've thunk that it would take roughly TWO HOURS to develop TWO PHOTOS, which by the way, I'm still not happy with because there's bits of DUST SPECKS on the images?

I swore, I blasted my negatives with that special canned air crap over and over again and they looked sparkling clean...hm. I think next time I go in there I'll spray some air in the machine thingy itself.

Oh, and to develop negatives it also takes like two hours as well...at least when I do it.

Yep, pretty much all my other classes are lack-luster. 3-D can get interesting, but I never seem to have the time to really do all that I want to do on my projects. Sociology is a lot like the psychology classes I've taken before-- interesting material, but it requires a lot of plugging away. Also, we have to do group discussions and vote for best and worst papers every single time we write article summaries. Spanish is alot of work as usual, but at least my current spanish teacher is somewhat merciful when grading. Environmental science is probably as interesting as a college-level science class is going to get. But it's suddenly hit me that I need to 6 hours of volunteer work in an environment-related field and I pretty much have only two more months to go before it's finals time.

On a happier note, I submitted a piece that I did for my 2-D class into the student exhibition. The one with a 200 dollar cash prize. Doubt I'm winner material-- the piece is only 14"x14" and somewhat of a minimalist design-- but it's still pretty snazzy, and it'll be fun if I make it in the show, at least.

Hope it's gallery qualityCollapse )

Well, my goal is to blog at least once every two weeks, and to post more images of finished objects as well. I find the writing actually helps me to express thoughts more fluently in general, and, well, finished objects should have a visual component instead of just "oh my gosh I made this really cool ___ and I wish you could see it!".

Also, maybe if I blog more I could update on my actual personal life and thoughts and musings in general, instead of just boring work and college.

Sigh.

-Cat

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Turns out that... [25 Jan 2008|12:14pm]
[ mood | exhausted ]

I have to submit a piece of my work for the Junior Review starting this Feb.

Basically, 1) I spend cash on making it gallery-ready. 2) I mount it on the wall for everyone to see. 3)All the art professors comment on my work of "art" and give the comments to my adviser, and 4) My adviser then gives me the comments.

I showed my adviser a couple of my pieces Wednesday, namely, a drawing I did of the inside of a cathedral in my Drawing II class I took back in like...Fall '05...

A painting/drawing/mixed media/whatever of a tree filled with stuff I like that I made in my 2-D Design class last semester.

A few of my smaller paintings from my Colour Theory class I took in Spring '07.

This fern picture I did out of cut up paper I made for 2-D. Very perfect looking, but not quite "moi" enough.

And my masterpiece *drum roll*...the grossest pizza box ever known to man that I made in my 2-D class.

I so need to post pics of that.

Anyway, he REALLY liked the fern picture (damn.), but he liked my cathedral sketch as well, and that was something I planned on matting and framing anyway. I think I'll choose that one.

Although the pizza box rocked.

...

Blech. School makes me boring.

Yep, just go and read something more interesting now. Sorry for wasting your time.
-Cat

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Welcome back. [09 Jan 2008|08:35am]
[ mood | tired ]

School started monday.

I have a really odd schedule.

MON: 9:00 AM-- Advanced Spanish. After that, photography, spanning two hours. I then have a break starting at 12:10, then off to environmental science at 1:25. Next class is 3-D Design, which ends at 5:20. Then comes Sociology at 5:30, and that doesn't end 'till 8:20.

Monday is not an easy day for me.

Today's Wednesday.

Wednesday should be easier, because I don't have my three hour long night class, Sociology.

Friday should be even easier, because I don't have my 3-D class on that day. But I will have Spanish and photo lab to work on.

...

Tuesday and Thursday are my recovery days.

*yawns*

I think I'll give this entry the tag "most boring entry EVAR".

Hopefully I'll be able to give a better, more in-depth entry with a bit of humour tossed in when I'm not so tired and don't have a class starting at 9:05 to be looking forward to.

Ah, I remember the days when I used to celebrate the fact that art students only had to take one math class. BUT I HAVE TO TAKE TWO UPPER LEVEL LANGUAGE CLASSES. NOT EVERY MAJOR HAS TO DO THIS.

I actually think I'd rather take two math classes than two Spanish classes. That's saying alot, you know.

Yeah, Spanish is my next class.

I guess I should do some studying now.

*stall stall stall stall stall....*

Later.

-Cat

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[30 Dec 2007|10:01pm]
[ mood | blank ]

Okay.

One of the things I got for Christmas was a $15 dollar iTunes gift card.

So what, right?

Well...I tend to be a cd buying kind of person.

So I need you to suggest some bands that are completely out there, and that I wouldn't be very likely to buy a whole cd of.

Good examples: a) some obscure band belonging to an obscure genre that I would never have dreamed of giving a try. Weird foreign bands would fall into this category. b) Bands that have one REALLY GREAT SONG, but that's pretty much it. c) Bands/songs that can pretty much be found only as music downloads. You know, EPs, singles, vinyl only stuff that managed to make it onto a music compilation.

Bad example: "Ooh, there's this one really great post-punk/dream pop/art-punk/etc. band that you should really check out!"

Now, if you know any bands like that...GO AHEAD AND SUGGEST 'EM! But I'll probably end up just going on amazon and buying the whole darn album instead of downloading one token song. Unless, of course, all the other songs are crap compared to that.

Right now I plan on downloading some stuff by:

-Dick Dale

-Balkan Beat Box

-Taraf de Haidouks

-Gogol Bordello

-The Trashmen

-The Legendary Shack Shakers

-Slim Cessna's Auto Club




Save this cd mix before it becomes some mutant gypsy/surf rock/alt. country bastard.

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@$#%*! Knitting and Vadislas Starevitch. [16 Dec 2007|05:42pm]
[ mood | sick ]

Hey guys,
Just doing my best to give a quick blog-update of the going-ons in my life. Hm. I've been knitting and Christmas-shopping like mad.

I have a shawl that needs to be done by tomorrow morning, so I can ship it to my grandmother. I'm currently on the 25th pattern repeat...I should be somewhere around the 30th pattern repeat, but earlier this afternoon my sister Mary was hollering to me about not helping her outside with the animals (I am SO not going to go there)...and I started yapping back at her. I ended up royalling screwing up in the middle of a row. To this moment I'm still not sure if I was doing a double yarn-over drop-stitch in the middle of a row where I was supposed to be DROPPING the previous yarn-overs, or vice-versa.

For those of you who are absolutely clueless to what that was all about, just picture a great bloody mess of loops in the middle of a half-knitted shawl.

Knitting has taught me to be both a very proficient curser and prayer. I'd imagine having similar results by sailing the seven seas and running out of liquor and citrus fruits.

Overall, I've been doing my best at keeping myself busy and not slipping into an emotional lull. This past term was extremely difficult for me, and I'm having trouble shaking off that emotional emptiness that seemed to pervade all my studious efforts. I really hope I can get better before next term; if not I might seriously consider a visit to the counselor. Not that I'm going through anything serious, but I am going through a bought that's affecting my work skills in particular. Normally I can just devote myself to my work no matter how good or bad I've felt in the past.

ANYWAY...back to something more cheerful?

Overall, my goals for finishing my hand-made gifts before Christmas seem to be reasonable, I most of the gifts for Mom, Pop, my sisters, my brothers, my grandparents, and some of my other relatives. A post solely devoted to pictures of my completed projects is definitely something I want to do; of course, it'd have to be friends-only-- I don't want any peekers! Not that I've been so great at knitting only when no one's around, but I've done my best to keep my finished work under covers.

AND.

Over the past few months or so, I've really gotten into eastern-european stop-motion films. Czech stuff in particular. I first saw "The Mascot" by Vadislas Starevitch as a short that came with the DVD version I rented of Vampyr- Der Traum des Allan Grey...which, by the way, I highly suggest for those of you who like German Expressionistic flicks. The plot is incredibly confusing, but the cinematography is just gorgeous.

Oh yes, The Mascot. I've searched around youtube for a decent quality version of it, but the only one I could find with what appears to be the original soundtrack is this one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-mjK9X5bKw

Unfortunately, it's just the "Devil's Ball" part of the short. You can find much longer versions on youtube, but with some sort of modern music as a backround that I find kinda distracting.

Pretty cool, eh? Maybe an influence to Tim Burton? Especially that devil...

Vadislas Starevitch was actually Polish (not Czech), but he seems to have been pretty influential to other stop-motion animators.

You can find a lot more info on him (and a lot of other cool people) at http://www.darkstrider.net, in the "Masters" section of the site.

And the video clips are great there, too.

If any of you would like me to, I'll be sure to post some more stop-motion stuff I've found in future posts. But right now I'm beat, and I've got work to do. Later.

-Cat

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Ham for Chanukah? [09 Dec 2007|10:56pm]
That's what one clueless grocery store in NY was selling for the Jewish holiday.


It really just doesn't get any funnier. Or ironic. Or completely un-kosher.

Seriously, how can you live in NY and be that completely unaware of the traditional Jewish do's and don'ts?

HAHAHAHAH

-Caty
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FINALLY. [07 Dec 2007|07:12pm]
[ mood | drained ]

Yeah, this has been one helluvah term for me.

But it's finally over.

Hopefully next one won't be as bad...I really don't think I could put up with two more years of this kind of crap. Seriously, I'm worn out.

....


PARTAY!

Anyway, now that it's all over with for the time being, I'll try and get my blogging act back together. I feel like so much has been happening and I haven't written a word about any of it...so, hopefully you'll be seeing my posts a little more frequently now?

-Cat

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Throbbing Toothache [12 Sep 2007|04:53pm]
[ mood | groggy ]

Hello there,
Well, so far, I've been recovering from what I hope will be the last oral surgery operation I'll ever have. Four wisdom teeth removed, along with what I'm hoping will be a cyst (at the moment they're just calling it a "lesion").

My left side is really bothering me. See, I didn't have a second molar on that side (???), so my wisdom tooth just sprouted up in its stead. Unfortunately, it came through crooked. Not only was it completely useless-- I couldn't bite on it-- but it also formed a pocket of lord-knows-what deep down in the recess (or should I say abcess) of my gums/jaw.

I now have a gaping hole in the back of my mouth that is just BEGGING my tongue to poke through it.

I'm trying to keep my tongue from being naughty.

The stitches are a completely different story though; at this point I'm considering them fair game.

This past Thursday was the day I had it. I actually did pretty darn well. Kinda out of it, but alright. On the way home I kept making strange hand gestures in the car to my mother; somehow she managed to figure out that it meant that I had to pee. When I got home I peed, then fell back to sleep again. When I woke up I had some yogurt to drink, and I went down to the kitchen and took my pain killers. I went to the bathroom (again), and I though I was going to the sofa to take a nap...

But I was then awakened by my mother, and my whole family was standing around me. Turned out I didn't get to the couch-- I just passed out on the kitchen floor.

When the doctor called to check up my mother told him the whole thing, and he said that due to the fact that I hadn't really eaten anything since the night before, I was probably pretty dehydrated. Also, because of my height and weight, the dose was probably a little too much for me to handle all at once. He said to take one half of the pill, and wait about 15-20 minutes for the other half.

The whole weekend was spent recuperating, catching up on homework, and knitting (I'm so in Christmas gift mode already!). My family's been really good and understanding of it all; my brothers and sisters have been taking up the brunt of the animal work I'd normally be doing, and my mother has been supplying me with some very good easy-chew foods to eat.

I STILL can't really chew anything yet; I find this very irritating.

Monday I did a sort of half-day. I skipped all my morning classes and when to just my 2-D Design and Mythology classes. I'm glad I opted to do that too, because I think I started to get kinda infecty on my left side; that morning it was throbbing and more swollen than normal.

Tomorrow I'm going in for a check-up, and hopefully a.) They'll remove these darn stitches, and b.) They'll tell me that the "lesion" in my jaw was actually just a cyst that will never ever come back. Keep your fingers crossed!

-Caty

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UFO's. Haiti. Tell me something that isn't news. [28 Aug 2007|10:45pm]
[ mood | silly ]

UFO SIGHTING IN HAITI.

Go ahead; claim it's all a hoax. Me? As someone who is familiar with the Haitian culture, I firmly believe that Haiti is a very likely candidate for an alien landing.

I bet aliens speak Creole. And voudou? Move over scientology; it's le Bon Diei who's gonna rule when aliens come to finally pick the chosen people up.

I'm laughing on the inside, by the by.

-Caty

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School has started. [22 Aug 2007|02:20pm]
[ mood | calm ]

Yup.

Believe it or not, I'm not in an "oh man, I'm sick of college, blah blah blah..." kind of mood.

I think that's a good thing.

I have another class in ten minutes though.

I guess that means I'll have to get my butt out of the library and into the art dept.

-Caty

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PART II: Driving, relatives, and The Cure-- in no particular order. [13 Aug 2007|05:23pm]
[ mood | groggy ]

Yeah, yeah, it's taken me over a week to finish up this...post thing.

Alright. Now where was I?

Oh yes, the driving.

I drove with a driving instructor for a total of six hours, which were divided between two days. Not fun. It's been...a while since I had driven, and to be quite frank, I really don't enjoy driving. In fact, at one point I must have looked really tense, because the instructor told me to sit back and relax, and that "driving is fun!".

For me, it's more about simply being able to get from point A to point B, and not so much a matter of enjoying myself. I'm the kind of person that hates being dependent upon other people, and not having a drivers license at my age makes me...very dependent. Having a license would hopefully change that a little bit. And with all that aside, driving is dangerous, not "fun". The majority of people aren't exactly bright and/or conscientious. The majority of people also happen to have drivers licenses. Add these two little facts together and you get chaos and destruction.

Oh, and I also don't like it when you need to depend upon other people to do their jobs correctly. That's a big part of driving, and it's a big part of driving I don't like.

Enough of that, though.

I did so-so. Biggest problem was breaking during every single curve. Apparently that would ruin my breaks, but I really don't feel comfortable with taking sharp downward curves with big blind spots at 35 mph yet.

Oddly enough, I was great at parallel parking (???).

At one point the instructor asked me if I or my parents didn't want me to drive. I then explained how no one didn't want me to drive; it was just that with my classes and all, it just wasn't a top priority. She then demanded that I practice at every chance I could get. I have all the rules down pat-- it's just a matter of getting comfortable behind the wheel.

Anyway, I've been practicing a bit more lately. I've been doing all right. Except for the time that I nearly drove the car down a ditch and my family along with it, and spent the rest of the day crying hysterically.

I really, really expected this to come alot easier. My goal was to have my license by July; now I think that I'll be lucky if I get it by December. That bums me out alot-- I was seriously looking forward to getting the whole driving thing down pat this summer, but now it's all kind of deflated. At least I have...

THE CURE CONCERT IN SEPTEMBER TO LOOK FORWARD TO!

A few days before the presale began, I called up Sean in the least obsessive-compulsive way a Curefan nut could possibly do and planned out everything. Since it's going to be at a stadium (gasp), we decided it would be best if he bought both tickets so we could get seats together, and that I would pay him back. I was getting a bit stressed out during presale time, because it looked like all the good seats were being taken. I was seriously expecting nosebleed seats, at best. He managed to get pretty much front-seat tickets at the side stage, prrrretttty sweet, I'm hoping. I really think that's practically the best we could do, considering that it was practically impossible to get two center stage floor seats.

I now owe him 60 dollars.

AND I'M GONNA SEE THE CURE!!!

Yeah, I'm currently doing the best happy gothic dance I can muster up.

Woo!

Yup. Wish me luck! It's on Sept. 15th; here's to hoping that I don't catch the flu, or get pinkeye, or that Sean's car doesn't break down or some other horrible twist of fate occurs.

Because that kind of stuff happens.
-Caty

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PART I: Driving, relatives, and The Cure-- in no particular order. [01 Aug 2007|05:16pm]
[ mood | grumpy ]

As usual...

Whenever I haven't posted in ages-- which is practically every single time I post-- I'm at a complete loss for words. So once again, I tackle the project of summing up all that's been happening to me in the past, oh, month or so, and compress it all into a tiny blog post.

So anyway, for the past couple of weeks we've been having an influx of various relatives. Tio Gustavo, Tia Mita, and Gabby came first; they stayed over at their cabin that's just a few minutes from our house. About a week or two later Tio Armando, Alex, and Gabby flew up to visit us. Mima couldn't come because of her recent surgery...apparently she's doing really great though, but still no flying for her. Gabby and my little sister Bebe slept in mine and Mary's room. Unfortunately, they had a sleepover mentality. That meant me yelling at them at 4:00 in the morning to shutup and turn off the lights.

Yep, not very restful. Then I tried sleeping on one of the sofas. Not smart. Especially when you do it after a day spent out on a lake in a paddle boat. Then next morning I was stiff, but...okay. Until we spent about 45 minutes on the road to go to a restaurant. Fifteen minutes or so into the trip I started to feel *horrible* pains in my left side. Everyone was telling me "LOLZ IT'S GAS", so we pulled over at a drugstore and bought gasX. Didn't do a darn thing. When we got to the restaurant I started walking the grounds with my mother, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong. Then she started massagine my back, and it started to feel a *wee* bit better. Then it hit me: it was hurting in the same spot that was getting sore while paddling on the paddle boat.

To make a very long boring and whiny story short, after a few more painful excursions we popped into yet another drug store to buy extra-strength tylenol. After about 30 minutes it kicked in and did its job.

My back still is sore. I'm mildly irritated about the fact that it isn't getting better as quickly as I'd like it to.

Anyway, from then on I slept in my bed. I had rings around my eyes that looked kinda like this, but it was better than ruining my back even more.

It was nice having the Angelbellos over again; I hadn't seen them since...oh...a while?

After they left, Gabby stayed until Jessica (her sister) came to pick her up, which was two weeks later-ish. Gabby's fun, as long as I'm not sleeping with her. But now that the Angelbellos had left, she was able to sleep with Bebe in Bebe's room.

So yes, it's been wild up here for the past month or so. Always nice to see family though.

During that time, there was a "driving class" I attended. I dropped out after the first day. See, Georgia's got this thing called the "Joshua's Law", and part of it states that anyone who wants to get their license at sixteen needs to take a class. In other words, I was surrounded by over thirty highschoolers who REALLY didn't want to be there, spending over three hours watching film after film of people being blown up because they drink and drove, and some film explaining the Joshua's Law. Some kid yelled "I would kill myself if I had to wait another year!" while watching one dufus describe the embarrassment of having to have his parents drive him everywhere, because his license was suspended until he was 17 due to drinking and driving. Nice. Oh, and did I mention that when I arrived a ted late due to some confusion over where exactly the class was being held, the whole class burst into </i>laughter</i>? Seriously, I thought that shit only happened in movies.

Then, to top it all off-- the driving portion of the class was canceled. Too many kids and only two driving instructor cars. So after the class I talked it over with the instructor and she said I could skip the class and get private lessons from her-- I just wouldn't get the diploma. Well, since I didn't need the diploma, I opted to skip and get the instruction at a later time.

The only mildy entertaining part was when they found out I went to college. I dunno how it happened, but towards the end of the class somehow the realization came the no one recognized my face, after which came the revelation that I was an 18 year old sophomore. Dead silence for a minute ocurred in a class that wouldn't shut up. One guy who was boasting about drinking moonshine for the very first time earlier in the class even held the door open for me. Oh, and from then on everyone looked at me like I had three eyeballs and no limbs.

I'm so glad I never did highschool. Geez, and I thought college was bad...

Well, I'm gonna cut it right here. See the "PART I" in the subject line? I'm hoping that by writing it out I'll be able to keep on my toes and finish "PART II" relatively soon. We'll see about that, I guess.
-Caty

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Sick grandma and no mom for a whole weekend. [13 Jul 2007|10:38pm]
[ mood | worried ]

Yeah, the title's pretty self-explanatory.

This past wednesday we were informed by family back in FL that Mima was in the hospital for sever chest pains. Turned out that it was caused by tons of clogs in her arteries.

They opted to give her quadruple bypass surgery Friday (today). Apparently, she's really healthy...just that her arteries are in bad, bad shape and this would prevent heart trouble/attacks that would be caused by it.

The doctor told her she needed to quit smoking, or else she'd be back in the hospital next year.

She's been complaining that they don't allow her to smoke in the hospital room.

Mima *hates* hospitals; I hope they let her out as soon as possible. She was really looking forward to visiting us, now unfortunately that's going to have to wait 'till she recovers. Hopefully that will give her something to look forward to and speed up her recovery time.

Mom left thursday night/friday morning (aka red eye) on an airplane so she could be there for the surgery; Sunday night she'll be coming back. She was crying before she left; she's never been away from us...plus, her mom is sick, PLUS, she hates airplanes. And the fact that she'd be flying on Friday the 13th didn't help.

We all miss Mom, but we've been keeping ourselves pretty busy, so we probably aren't feeling it as much as she is...

I actually found three four-leaf clovers today; go figure. I'll have to tell my mom that when I get a chance to talk to her.

-Caty

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A whopping 7 weeks! [08 Jul 2007|07:50pm]
Yes folks, it's been a total of seven weeks since I last posted an entry.

What's there to say? Lots. Not only is there stuff that's happened what now feels like ages ago that I feel the need to write about, but there's what's been going on recently that deserves some page space. BUT, due to an all-around lack of time, I'll just be giving a briefing of what life's been like in general and what will be happening in the near future.

I'm still doing the whole volunteer "zookeeper" thing (yep, that's what they call it). So yep, I've been driven in a trailer in the wee hours of the morning to spend all day in various parts of Atlanta showing various sorts of animals to various sorts of people. Last trip was in Decatur; a petting zoo for an all day summer camp.

The bathrooms were horrid. No mirrors, no toilet paper, no paint. A lot of graffiti and grimy toilets. But hey, when you've spent roughly 12 hours hauling around animals, you really don't care.

There was unseemingly endless flow of little children who wanted to pet the animals. One pointed at every single animal we had and asked every single time "does THAT lay eggs?".

No. Goats do not lay eggs. Nor do sheep, or miniature horses, or pigs, or llamas, or rabbits, or any other mammal for that matter. Unless you're talking about marsupials; those freaks don't really follow any mammal rules.

I heard a LOT of "CRISS CROSS APPLE SAUCE SIT ON YO BOTTOMS" being yelled by the adults in charge.

I think I'll yell "CRISS CROSS APPLE SAUCE SIT ON YO BOTTOMS" when I have kids. It seems to work.

BUT, for the most part when I volunteer I just clean up in the zoo and feed various animals.


Then...of course, how could I ever forget...there's my animals. Five goats, one sheep, one donkey, 25-ish chickens, two geese, two ducks, five cats, one dog, one pig, two rabbits (we lost two to some very stubborn bacterial strain :(), and a turtle. We all pitch in, but BOY does it take up yer time.

Oh, and I knit like mad. But I'm still very much a beginner, so that means I'm knitting enough scarves to keep all the kids in New Guinea warm for the winter. And since nobody in New Guinea really needs scarves, no one in my family is lacking in neck accessories. I'm also selling them in my mother's booth at an antique and crafts mall. Yep, she started renting a booth not too long ago; we'll see how it goes...wish us luck.

And as for future events? Well, starting TOMORROW I'll be taking a...er...driving school. Technically speaking, since I'm an ADULT I can just go on and get my license without any sort of driving school whatsoever (that's for high-school kids *shivers*). But my father demanded I take it; it gives us an insurance break. So yes, I'll be the old fogie taking driving school at a high school. And yeah yeah, I don't have a license yet....but I'M WORKING ON THAT. Hopefully I'll have one by the end of this month, way before my classes start up again.

My mom keeps saying that this would make for a great '80s teen flick ala Breakfast Club. College girl goes to high school driving class. High school kids ask her why they've never seen her before. Token nerd falls madly in love with college girl. College girl meets underage hottie.

Yes, you know how those movies go. That's not how I want it to go in real life though...but considering how things always seem to go in my life...it is a possibility.

Oh, and the week after next week (I think) some of my relatives might be paying us a visit. The Carbonells came up not too long ago; now the Angelbellos (Tia Xioma, Tio Armando, and Alex) will be staying with us for a weekend, along with my grandmother and my cousin Gabby.

Hoo. Yup, that's the basics. Now I just need to get my butt on the internet more and write in my blog a little more often!

-Cat
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Miami once again numero uno for rude driver's list. [15 May 2007|01:15pm]
[ mood | cynical ]

"For the second straight year, rude Miami drivers have earned the city the title of worst road rage in a survey released Tuesday..."


And it doesn't surpise me one bit! I remember going to Manhattan and being amazed at how polite and pleasant everyone was...

And though I am by no means a world traveller, compared to every other state, city, and country I've been, the Broward and Miami Dade area of South Florida (mah home town) has to be the worst when it comes to rudeness and psychotic drivers.

I'd watch the news updates of cops chasing down criminals in LA and would wish that Miami's roadways would flow as smoothly.

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Classes are over, time for an update on all the going-ons. [09 May 2007|12:27pm]
[ mood | groggy ]

Hello everyone,
Well, the very last of my finals was held on the 30th of April...

Boy has it been a tough term. An exciting one too, though. As action-packed as "school" can get, you might say.

I seriously thought that I wasn't doing very well in my American History and Wellness classes, but amazingly enough I somehow managed to get straight A's this term (????). I swear, I must've made a lot of lucky guesses on the history final. And even though I pretty much got all B's in my wellness class, I did a major powerpoint presentation on scoliosis that I did great on (everyone loved my x-rays), and the final was pretty easy compared to all the other tests. It was primarily on the kind of things that most college students are quite familiar with-- you know, stress and drugs.

I was exempt from the final in Art History, because I had a 99 average. Even if I had skipped the final I would have still gotten an A.

Spanish was difficult in so far as there was tons of busy work, but I must admit, it was definitely much easier for me than everyone else...for obvious reasons.

And I devoted a LOT of time to my Colour Theory class, but it really paid off.

It's funny though-- for the most part during the semesters I tend to focus much of my time on my studies and save the occasional me-time for when I don't have anything to sudy for (which is like never). I was pretty busy with other stuff this term-- friends, animals, volunteering...and I really didn't care too much about how well I did, despite the fact that my counselor kept telling me that A's were the new B's and that if I wanted my education paid for I had to keep up the good work.

The fact that somehow I've gotten quite a good rep in the art department keeps me on my toes, though. Heh, let's hope I manage to keep wowing the folks-- simply "doing okay" can't getcha anywhere with an MFA.

Speaking of art and work, I've been scribbling out a short story lately. I've only gotten like two pages...but I'll just go on and give you the gist of it.

It's about a man who only does what he likes...and he likes everything. Eventually he gets executed, because he is seen as a threat to society and there's absolutely no way of punishing him because nothing is distasteful to him.

Yep, that's the gist. DON'T STEAL IT.

...

Hopefull I'll be able to finish it this summer. I feel so rusty at writing...and I'm always such a critic, no matter what I do I still feel it's crap.

Oh yes, and that volunteering with zillions of animals is still going on. Last week I helped shear sheep. I didn't do the shearing part-- that's the kind of thing that takes years of practice to do properly-- but I herded and corralled, bagged wool, get beaten up by a sheep (it RIPPED APART MY PANTS, and I still have bruises on my stomach from where it kicked me...), helped clean hooves, and get cover in mud, blood, piss, shit, and lanolin during the process.

Yeah. It ain't an easy job.

Ooh, and have I told you that at the moment, we have one donkey, five goats, one lamb, one potbelly pig, five cats, one dog, four bunnies, and one turtle?

It's insane.

The bunnies were actually a gift for the last volunteer trip. We spent literally the whole day (sun up 'till sun down, byatches) in Atlanta doing pony rides and petting zoos. They're lionheads, and apparently they're a pretty new breed in the states. They look like little puff balls with Robert Smithy hair. Mine is black and white, and I named him Domino. I wanted to name him Simon at first...because he looks SO MUCH like Simon around '87 or so, with his poofy hair and black fur around his eyes that looks a lot like eyeliner, and he also has the same little bunny teeth that Simon has...but everyone associates the name Simon with that guy from American Idol. So Domino was given. And it works.

Oh lookie, Simon photos.

Yep, this is simply...the tip of the iceberg. Maybe now that I'm done with my courses I can find more time to delve into my brain and pull out what musings and memories I can find that might be at least partially entertaining. Wish me luck on that.
-Caty

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Hah, I found these funny. [16 Mar 2007|12:11am]
The Movie Of Your Life Is A Cult Classic

Quirky, offbeat, and even a little campy - your life appeals to a select few.
But if someone's obsessed with you, look out! Your fans are downright freaky.

Your best movie matches: Office Space, Showgirls, The Big Lebowski


You Will Be a Cool Parent

You seem to naturally know a lot about parenting, and you know what kids need.
You can tell when it's time to let kids off the hook, and when it's time to lay down the law.
While your parenting is modern and hip, it's not over the top.
You know that there's nothing cool about a parent who acts like a teenager... or a drill sergeant!


You Are 55% Redneck

You're just about as welcome up in town as a hair in a biscuit.
Ain't no hidin' your redneck roots!


Best question off last one: "Do you think truck stop restrooms are actually pretty clean? "
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[15 Mar 2007|08:30pm]
[ mood | giddy ]

Hello everyone,
Some of you may be wondering: "oh dear Lord....she's posting? I thought she withered away and died under piles of acrylic paint and college textbooks!"

Truth be told, you'd be nearly accurate-- everything except for the "died" part is all very true.

BUT, now I have spring break and I'm trying to catch up with non-school-related life.

First, updates.

I now have four goats. We've had our mini-nubian, Clover, and our nigerian dwarf, Poppy, for about a month already. Clover's a real sweetheart; apparently it's typical Nubie terperament. Poppy's much more rambunctious. They're both black and white, but Clover has these huge donkey ears that just stick straight out of her head, and she's a bit sleeker...see, mini nubies are made by breeding nigerian dwarfs with full-sized nubians, and after enough breeding and toying around with generations, you get nubians in miniature. Clover's a kind of half-way there baby, so instead of the droopy ears she just has these huge ears that stick traight out and flop against her face when she shakes her head.

For almost a month we've had Nutmeg, our african pigmy. She's got the agouti pattern that is typical of her breed in a lovely caramel and black colouration...and she's also a very spoiled little creature. She's tiny and she'll just lay on your lap for hours, so we bring her in to watch movies with us.

Yup.

Our most recent arrival is Lilac, a Nigora-- another mix breed, this time with the mini milking goat, nigerian dwarf, with an angora goat. She's kind of a creamy beige colour, and temperament-wise she's similar to Clover. Very docile, but loves to jump around and play. We actually got her for much cheaper than asking price because we said we'd allow for her to be bred. It'll actually work out pretty well-- the breeders would supply the stud, and we'd get the first pick of the litter. Speaking of breeders...

Right down the road there are mini-livestock breeders. They have pretty much every animal imaginable-- and not just livestock. They also own an assortment of exotic and endangered animals, ranging from bearcats to walabis to touracos to jaguars.

I also happen to volunteer there with my sister, Mary. For the most part, our job is to help out with bottle-feeding around 30 something kids and lambs. We also clean the bird cages whenever they need cleaning. And occasionally they need help corralling the numerous sheep, goats, etc. If there's nothing else to do, we just feed a walabi cheese nips or toss old bread to patagonian cavies (second largest rodent in the world-- look like a cross between a deer and a rabbit) or a really friendly deer. Then we just sit around inside their house until our mother or father comes to pick us up as a ring-tailed lemur throws a hissy fit and clicks and scream at the top of her lungs-- apparently it only does this when we're around.

Today it pulled my hair as I was cleaning some pee that was near her cage.

So yeah, at the moment we do the kind of stuff that doesn't require much know-how.

One thing I really like about working there is that the people are really friendly, and kind of odd like we are. One girl who works there full time has a sweet pet rat named Pong that likes to perch on her shoulders at all times. And the owners are pretty cool too.

In other words, it's just a bunch of nutsy animal lovers and equally nutsy animals.

We're planning on getting a few mini-cheviot sheep, a few babydoll sheep, and possibly a potbelly pig and a mini-donkey from there too. Since we work there we get first pick of the animals before the regular buyers, and we also find out instantly whenever somebody new is born...also, the breeder knows they're going to a good family, so she feels comfortable in offering us animals that she isn't keen on selling to just anyone. She also pretty much takes care of whatever medication/shots our animals need. All in all, it works out great. And heck, how many people get to do what we do?

Oh, and I've started knitting obsessively. I took a knitting class with my mom, because she didn't want to be alone. I'm glad I did-- not only do I really enjoy it, but my mother says she would have dropped out the first day if I hadn't have gone. The instructor moved kind of fast, and I was able to help Mom out with certain things that I caught on fast...she also would help me when I'd blank out and forget about finishing off, or how to do a cast-on.

So far I've knitted a dish towel, a scarf, and a hat.

I was told to buy yarn in "light, neutral colours", but I decided to go and stick it to da' man, and I bought a bright fuschia and multicoloured black instead. Pretty much everyone in the class ended up following my lead and bought colours in their preference, despite already buying icky beiges. Amazingly enough, the instructor didn't get as annoyed as I thought she would. She simply told me about 20 times that darker yarn is harder to work with because it's not as easy to see.

...

Aside from all that, there's school and my social life to talk about (and maybe a few pics to post), but thos are going to have to wait. Over and out.

-Caty

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I'm. so. busy. [26 Jan 2007|10:27am]
[ mood | busy ]

So I happen to be writing in my blog while on a LAB computer.

Why?

Because lab computers are pretty much the only computers I go on nowadays. I go to school mondays, wednesdays, and fridays; my first class is at 9:00 AM and my last class ends at 5:20 PM. When I get out of class, it's dark. When I get home I'm really not in the mood for messing around online because I have too much work to do.

Tuesdays and Thursdays I'm also rather busy.

Annnnd....

I have my next class, American History (from the spaniard period to 1800's-ish) coming up in...oh, about a few more minutes? I was able to type this blog-whine up only because my wellness class was canceled for the day (I don't have to look at VD-infected penises today, woohoo).

Will. Update. Later.

-Caty

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