Friday, November 30, 2012

things that say a lot about people

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things that say a lot about people:
the way in which they treat the waiter/waitress
how they feel about the weather
whether they dog ear pages or highlight in books
and hands in general
their preferred creative outlet
how much they dread/enjoy talking on the phone
whether or not they drink coffee
if they ever forget to eat
how honest they are with themselves (and others)
if they correct your grammar
and whether or not they get nervous before haircuts.

via :: post idea as seen from carlotta

I read this quote awhile ago, and instantly began to try to decipher what each thing said about a person. Was it good or bad to mark in books? Is it wrong if you don't like to talk on the phone or forget to eat? And then I sat back and realized that this little piece of writing doesn't say what it says about a person, but simply that it does say something. So here is what it says about me, neither good nor bad, just true.

a.) I'm not going to lie, having positive/amusing interactions with people who would otherwise be perfect strangers is one of my favorite things in the world. Most of the time I do my best to be as friendly as possible. Sometimes tease them a little bit, smile, and share a laugh over the fact that Jenn must be spelled with two n's.

b.) My strongest reactions to the weather correlate strongly with how long I have to wait for the bus in the morning on campus. I love waking up to sunlight pouring in my window, humidity makes me cranky, and I firmly believe that some of the greatest adventures happen in the rain.

c.) The thought of marking in books makes me slightly nervous, because they're so precious and must be kept perfect. However, recently I've more strongly desired to mark my favorite passages in my favorite stories. The problem is that a lot of the books I read are borrowed from the library, so it doesn't often happen. My Bible is another story. I underline in it constantly.

d.) My fingernails are probably a testament to my indecisiveness, as they are as often short as they are long, and then short again as one or two break. I always have a desire to paint them when they are long, but like them better painted when they are short, and in general I have a fickle relationship with nail polish anyway because it chips all too soon.

e.) Funny thing, hands are one thing I actually notice about people a lot. I feel like they definitely can add to a person's attractiveness, oddly enough. Lots of times I have pen marks on my palms or fingers. There are a couple scars, most prominently on my left pointer finger's knuckle, where I had to get stitches after cutting it open ice skating. I always wear my aquamarine ring on my right ring finger, though the stone is very light so I tease about changing it to my left and passing it off as a diamond if ever the need arose. I have a writer's bump on my right middle finger and always two hairbands around my right wrist, and my hands are nearly always moving.

f.) I've always been teased that you can tell what mood I'm in by what I'm playing on the piano. I also sing a lot. Writing--gritty deep writing-till-your-hand-is-sore kind of writing--it's good for my soul and it helps me process life, but I don't do it nearly as often as I'd like. Being on stage, acting, theatre is my passion.

g.) When I was little, I loved answering the phone but hated making phone calls. I always made Cassie do the dirty work. Now? I love talking on the phone. I love phone calls. I love calling people, and I love when friends take the time to call me. They are seriously one of my favorite things. Especially with several of my friends moving away and myself getting limited texting, I've come to enjoy them more and more. While in-person conversations will always take first place, being able to hear someone's voice and laugh beats chatting or texting any day.

h.) I drink coffee for three reasons. First, it's yummy. Secondly, as a way of socializing, because who doesn't love getting together over a cup of coffee? The third is more of a psychological reason, because while caffeine does not keep me awake or really affect me at all, when I'm super tired I use it as a pick-me-up. I always drink the most coffee in the fall because of pumpkin flavoring.

i.) I admit, I forget to eat more often than I should. Or maybe it's not that I actually forget to eat, but more that I don't find time to do so. Either way it's hardly preferable.

j.) Honesty is something that is very, very important to me, and I try my best to be honest to other people, especially if they ask me to. I'm also not the best at hiding what I think or feel if I feel the need to say it. Honesty about myself is probably a fifty-fifty shot, because while I won't lie to you, I also generally won't tell everything unless I'm asked specifically about it. Honesty with myself is most difficult, because convincing myself of something without having to put it into direct words is all too easy.

k.) I'm a grammar freak, but I won't correct someone unless they pronounce a word incorrectly. Though I realize it's one of the more annoying things I do, I sometimes correct grammar in writing/chatting/texting, but really only if I just have nothing else to say.

l.) I don't get nervous before haircuts, per se. My hair grows relatively fast and I've never done anything super drastic with it. The best way to describe it would be that I'm just indecisive, and that's why my mom cuts my hair half the time, because she has a better idea of what I want than I can describe to someone else.  I just have to recognize that my curls/frizz will probably not lay the same way twice.

ps--thank you all dearly for the birthday wishes. my sister is just just just wonderful, no? also it's november 30th. happy two years blogoversary to UO yay. :)

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Just Yesterday

Bonjour mes amis!

C’est moi, Cassie!

Don’t worry, I won’t write in french the rest of the time, Jenn would kill me. But if you don’t know who I am (I should be famous on this blog by now…) I’m the older sister of Jenn. 

Yep, that’s right. The most important person in her life. Right my dear? ;) But no, really.  In fact, I find it incredible that this is my first guest post on her blog! It’s about time. And I feel special because Jenn asked me to write on quite a special day. But I’ll get to why it’s special later. 

As some of you can probably guess, Jenn and I have quite the history together. In fact, she’s been in my life ever since I was 15 months old.  And I’ve never been out of her life. (Wow sis, you’ve never had a life without me! Although I’ll probably die first… sniff. Haha ok I’m done.)  I’d say our relationship started out pretty well.  Except for that one instance when I was 2-years-old and slapped you while you were nursing because I was jealous of all the Mommy-lap-time you were getting.  But after that, I’d say it was an uphill climb, and I can’t remember having another best friend besides you.

There are some things you need to know about Jenn that she probably hasn’t made a point to tell you herself. When she was born into this world, I had a hard time pronouncing her name. So it turned into Nini, derived from jenNIfer.  Believe it or not, folks, our dear Jenn was called Nini for the first 10 years of her life. BY LITERALLY EVERYONE. Some of our relatives still call her that.  

Jenn also happens to be one of the most stubborn people I have ever known in my entire life.  Seriously, she ticks to her own clock, and there ain’t nobody that can make her move faster or slower.  I gave up trying a long time ago. ;) Maybe that’s because I’ve shared the same bedroom with her for as long as I can remember… living with a person does change things.  And when she was really little, Jenn used to say, “When I’m 17, I’m going to have 1000 babies!” You sure did have Mommy a little worried at one point with that one. :P

Speaking of babies, Jenn and I have already discussed thoroughly that enormous, unknown, and terrifying step of life in the future: marriage.  Yes my friends, there is an agreed system about this between the two of us. If I don’t like her guy, he’s out. If she doesn’t like mine, he’s out. If one of us likes a guy, and the other sister decides that maybe this guy possibly has some potential, the guy goes under what is called the “scrutiny phrase.”  In other words, he will have to pass the hardest test of his life, given by the sister of one he likes.  If there are any guys reading this post (do you have guy followers?), I’m warning you now that this will mark the most difficult period of your life.  I give you one last chance: TURN BACK NOW.

Mine and Jenn’s relationship on this matter is accurately described by this song from White Christmas: “Lord help the mister/who comes between me and my sister/and Lord help the sister/who comes between me and my man!”  Take a listen. It's been our sister theme song for years. :)

Then there is that thought that popped into my head recently.  I mean… what if she DOES get married first?  We’re only 15 months apart, it’s certainly possible.  That would be so… so weird. Lol. Like, I’m really happy for her already, but no no NOOO! What happened to us always saying we’d never get married, huh?  Can’t we just be together forever?  But, if worse comes to worse, and some weasel-headed fruit fly does make it into your life, I promise to give the best maid-of-honor speech this world as ever heard.

OH MY WORD! Sorry for this break in the train of thought, but I find this a very interesting facet of my life, so while I’m writing I might as well share it. I just got up to fix myself some lasagna for lunch (you know, my little writer’s pose) and there is a MOUSE IN THE BREAD BAG! Jenn knows that she’s the one who’s scared of spiders and bugs, but it’s me who’s terrified of mice. I about died. And the bread bag is right next to the microwave. So now I’m eating cold lasagna. (By the way Jenn, I’m sorry for that one time I picked up that dead horse fly and waved it in your face… I probably shouldn’t have done that, but you really didn’t need to get Mommy involved. I would have stopped and said sorry eventually.)


Today is a special day for the world my friends, which is why I’m honored to be chosen to guest post today of all days. It so happens to be the 18th birthday of my best friend. EIGHTEEN. Can you believe sis, we’re both “adults” now? HAHA. What a joke… ;)  I feel like just yesterday, we were playing Family of friends, carrying around our 20 stuffed animals and being their moms. 
Just yesterday, we’d dress up like Little House on the Prairie girls and play in the cabin out back. 
Just yesterday, you’d help me with my spelling book, and I’d help you with your math. 
Just yesterday, we’d run outside in the springtime and splash in the swamps in the woods. (Remember that time we found a fish in one of the puddles?) 
Just yesterday, we’d go ride our “horses,” which were just fallen branches that bounced.  
Just yesterday, my cat was Spots and yours was Simba. 
Just yesterday, we’d hide in our bedroom and watch movies in the dark so Mommy didn’t know. 
Just yesterday, you’d ask me to snuggle at nighttime, and I’d say, “Okay, for 10 minutes.” 
Just yesterday, I’d steal your stationary and scrapbooking stuff, but you’d steal my clothes. (Admit it dear: I had an earlier fashion sense than you.)  
Just yesterday, we’d drive up to theater practice belting out Les Miserables, Love Never Dies, and Wicked. (Remember when you always sang the Glinda parts, and I was always Elphaba's?)  
Just yesterday, both of our hair was so long, we’d do them up in Princess Leia buns for the robotics competitions. 
Just yesterday, we took a speech class when we were 9 and 10 years old. Our last speech topic was our favorite person in the world, and you choose to talk about me. You got a better grade than me on your last speech too… I probably would have done better if I had chosen to talk about you.  
Just yesterday, we went to Miss Angel’s art classes and made those ceramic fishes and smiling suns. 
Just yesterday, we’d run outside during a thunderstorm half naked with umbrellas and got soaked. 
Just yesterday, we’d get super hyper because we’d be going to a Broadway show.
Just yesterday, we’d race down the driveway, but you always won because you were always faster than me.   
Just yesterday, we’d say we’d never EVER get married and agreed to travel the world together, you taking the pictures, and me writing about our adventures. 
Just yesterday, we’d lay in bed and talk and whisper for hours and hours, till 3am in the morning, like we were having a sleepover. And by the end of the conversation, I’d be saying, “Goodnight Jenn, I’m so tired…” And you’d say, “Cassie? Can I just tell you one more thing?” (One more thing usually meant at least 5 more things.) But I’d always say yes.

And look at us today. I smile. Yes, I’m not there for your birthday. Kind of an important birthday too. I’m in Québec, Canada, off having my own adventures, learning a new language, making new friends, growing closer to God, discovering things about people, and realizing certain things about myself.  And do you know what I’ve missed the most this entire 7 months without you?


Sometimes I’m like, where is Jenn when I can’t decide if I look stupid in this outfit? Where are you when I have a funny boy story or a blonde moment (of which I have many here in Québec as well. Many blonde moments, that is :P)? Where are you when I really need a new facebook profile picture, miss photographer you? Where are you when I need a good laugh, like a good cry laugh, and you know the type of stuff I find funny? Where are you when I need somebody to read my mind because I don't know how to say it? Where are you when I'm reminded of an inside joke that only you'd get? Where are you when God tells me something that I need to share with someone who understands me, because you practically know everything about me: every struggle I'm struggling, every relationship I’m going through, every song I’m singing, every perspective I’m having, every feeling I’m feeling, every story I’m living. There’s no other person in the world I’d tell FIRST.

Je t'aime, ma meilleure amie.

And I miss you. I really do. There are those moments when I wish I had my best friend here to laugh or tease or slap you about something. But heck, it's not like we’re not completed updated. I talk to you practically every week. I send you dancing kid videos and you send me back-home friend updates. I send you french jokes, like this one: “Pourqoi on laverai des serviettes de bain si quand on sort de la douche on est suposé etre propre?” Because you were the only person I could think of who’d get it. We talk about our friends, our family. Our awesome, handsome brother, and our growing up adorable younger sisters.  About God. How He’s working, moving, in our lives together and apart. About what it means to be filled with a burdened desire to abandon everything for Jesus. ABANDON EVERYTHING. I don't think I know what that means yet, but I'm praying for it anyways. I'm praying for us.


So this is long. It’s a lot to write about the past 18 years of your life!

By the way, I love how you’re like “do you maybe want to hijack my blog to post on my birthday? tomorrow?? a lot of nice things about meeee?? hehe I don't care what you do really…but be nice.”  Haha. I hope I was nice enough and didn't spoil too many of your embarrassing life secrets. :P

HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY TO YOUUUU my dear lovely, dramatic, out-going, smart, crazy, mischievous, talented, stubborn, beautiful, determined, awesome sister/friend!!!!!!!!!!!!

Eat some cake for me, since we can both afford it! (female Geiger joke… lol).

Peace out, lovelies.

your sis, Cassie

Sunday, November 18, 2012

so you wanted to hear me sing, eh?

One time I was talking with a group of friends about singing and one of them told me I had a good voice.  I couldn't think for the life of me when he had ever heard me sing, and he couldn't remember either, and then one of my other friends said, "But Jenn, you're always singing."

It's true.  I like to sing.  I like to sing a lot.  Sometimes I sing in the library or on the bus (why do people give me weird looks when I do this?) and sometimes I belt Broadway tunes in my car (my belting may or may not be a joke) and sometimes I jam with friends (while being jealous of their musical abilities--I mean seriously, why hasn't anyone taught me how to play guitar yet?).

So recently you all suddenly got this idea in your head that hearing me sing would be nice.  I'm not really sure where you got this idea--honestly it rather surprised me--and I don't pretend to be a musical prodigy by any means (I wish).  But it made me smile nonetheless.  And it just so happened that my friend Andrew and I have been meaning to record a duet that he wrote and that we sang together at a cafe's open mic a couple months ago.

disclaimer: Andrew is altogether more musically talented than me (more accurate version to an above-stated question: why hasn't Andrew taught me how to play guitar yet? ahem).  Go stalk him because he is wonderful. jk stalking is weird. I'd never do that, heavens no.

As you can tell, we had a lot of fun recording this.  My brother Grant was behind the camera making all sorts of faces, and we kinda felt like hipsters, and yeah so apparently I have a million different laughs.  Andrew and I are singing together at another open mic next month, so I'm excited about that.  Yup.  Yeah.  Basically I enjoy this video a lot.  Hope you do too.  Now I'm going to stop rambling.  Watch the video, okay?  Tell me what you think.  Alright?  Cool.

ps--you're welcome for being so kind and obliging and letting you hear my singing when you asked for it.  I'm incredibly nice, I know, I know.
pps--if you follow me on twitter/noticed in the video, you may see that I got myself a haircut, yo.  like, a week or two ago?  yeah so that happened.
ppps--uh I have nothing else, I just wanted another postscript.  bye.

Thursday, November 8, 2012

I was going to tell you.

wonderful quality cell phone pics. cuz sometimes that's all I have. deal.

I was going to tell you that I got to visit my friend last week as she worked at the coffeeshop nearby, and she took me behind the counter and showed me how to make drinks a little and I got on tumblr and just spent time with her for a little while.  It's kind of great having a barista friend who lets me do that.

I was going to tell you about last weekend when I went to dance with one of my best friends and a heap of my theatre peeps were there and a friend came back from college and we sang too loud and I danced the night away and got no pictures because I was...well, dancing.  I borrowed my sister's dress and barely wore my heels and sat up late laughing much too hard at youtube video quotes and Les Mis jokes and stood in the driveway in the cold talking until one of the best nights of my life was over.

I was going to tell you how my dear friend is leaving me to move to Maryland and I thought that dance and then sitting in Tim Horton's afterward was going to be the last time I saw her, but then we spontaneously met up at Chipotle the other day.  It was nine at night but we got to hang out one last time and I was squeaking ridiculously because the upper half of my vocal range was/is gone from too much singing (no worries, I kind of sound like Adele now).

I was going to tell you how I get to see one of my oldest long time friends nearly every day on campus because she's always creeping on me from across the way, and she even lets me take a nap on a couch in the library instead of talking to her.  This is true love, guys.

I was going to tell you that whenever I'm feeling particularly tired or stressed about projects that I have due or just life in general, my little sisters have taken to writing me notes or bringing me food (or both) in order to make me feel better.  They even gave me some of their special chocolate and I'm pretty sure they've been saving that since last Valentine's Day so it's really special.

I was going to tell you how grateful I am to have made lovely friends in my theatre class that love and appreciate it (almost) as much as I do and how several of us got dinner yesterday before heading to see a show on campus together.  The Mystery of Edwin Drood, it was, and I knew a girl in it, and it was funny and fantastic, like an interactive murder mystery musical where the audience decided the end of the show.  There's seriously nothing I love more than going to a play.

I was going to tell you how much my friends mean to me and the wonderful times I get to spend with them and how I love each of them so differently yet so dearly.  But I think the words to do it justice escape me.  So really all I have to say is that I feel like this is really honestly true.  That's all.

Friday, November 2, 2012

some list love in the fall time

I've been making a couple lists recently.

Wait.  Let me back up.

Hi, my name is Jenn, and I love lists.  Just love them.

Okay, so now that we cleared that out of the way, let me tell you about the lists I've been making recently.

The first one is probably of little interest to anyone but myself, but it's a list of personal heroes.  Like, people I know in real life who inspire me/I look up to/want to be like when I grow up. (even if they're a decade younger than me. yes it happens.)  Because see, if someone asks me who my hero is, I always say C.S. Lewis (and let's face it, he is).  And other than that, I throw the term around rather loosely for various people (my sister ) for a plethora of reasons.  But making this list, see--it's made me realize how many people in life I have to look up to...and really how so many people I know have at least one thing about them that I really really admire.  (yup even the seven year old.) (she has a love life, that's how I aspire to be like her.) (wait what.)

Moving swiftly on.

The other list, which is perhaps more interesting, is simply of my favorite things.  Cliche perhaps (and this is kind of the cheesy beginnings of things that come to me off the top of my head), but guess what?  I don't care.  hah.  So if you care to know, here are a few of my favorite things.

-girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
-snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes
-silver white winters that melt into springs

...I mean, I warned you that it was cliche, right?

ahem.  My list:

-Les Mis (I thought we'd get that one out of the way)
-playing the piano
-notebooks & stationery
-inside jokes
-raspberry tea
-songs that remind me of a certain time/experience/person
-the sky in general
-being told I'm good at something I love
-hugs (especially big long ones)
-The Lion King
-people who have a good vocabulary
-pajama pants
-phone calls
-stories that move me
-finding people who are as nerdy passionate about something as I am
-quote collecting
-good hair days
-things I've waited a long time for
-french fries
-knowing I could trust someone with anything
-Jack Sparrow
-crackers, goat cheese, and craisins
-humorous youtube videos
-people watching
-reading things I wrote a long time ago and being able to remember things so vividly
-good grammar
-(pumpkin spice) lattes
-late-night-in-person conversations
-making people laugh
-laughing with people
-handwritten letters
-(especially British) accents
-knowing someone for a long, long time

...and that's all I have for now, though I'm sure it will continue to grow.  These things just make me happy.  (Also what makes me happy is November which means my birthday and Thanksgiving and good food and break and oh yay happiness.)

k. Have a great weekend, friends.