I have to go to my hipster small group (that is how it will be referred to from this moment forward). And before that I have to finish my chemistry because I HAVE to have a good grade in that class. Goodness life is stressful.
Anywho I got a lot of views on my last post, YAY!! So thanks guys, feel free to comment on any of my posts and post them on facebook or twitter. Kay cool, bye. Over and out!
Yours, Cailin
You know those annoying people that just bump into things and leave their stuff everywhere?
I have a confession to make.
I, Cailin Rogers, plead guilty in the incident in which I forgetfully left my purse at Noodles and had to go back right before they closed to retrieve said item.
I, Cailin Rogers, also plead guilty to the incident in which I did not pay attention to my doting mother's instructions and accidentally made a whole pot of decaf when she only wanted two cups.
I, Cailin Rogers, also plead guilty to the incident in which I was not paying full attention and my phone took a swim in the family washer.
I sneak nutella out of the jar too. I'm doing it right now actually. Oh, I'm a naughty naughty child. Sigh...
Anyways, the point of this post is not to beat myself up about all of my accidents and mistakes, if I never made any, I'd have no stories to tell. I wanted to talk about the day after Saturday. Can anyone guess what that day is? ....SUNDAE! (btdubbs misspelled that on purpose, I am somewhat aware of how to spell days of the week).
Now you're quieting your applause, and a few of you are sarcastically asking me, Cailin, where the expletive are you going with this? Calm down child, I'm getting there. Sunday is actually my favorite day of the week. Sure you have to scramble to finish all your homework, and you have that preMiserableMonday feeling in the pit of your stomach, but I actually love Sundays.
First, I go to church in the morning, *cough* goody two shoes *cough choke* we serve donuts yo, come at us bro. At church I get to drink coffee, hug people, and hang out with them and just, be myself, (which that whole being yourself thing might not make sense to you, but if you ever meet me in person, I totes will enlighten you) which is completely refreshing.
Second, I get to just chill and hang out with my awesome family. Sometimes it's going out to eat or playing at a park. Sometimes it's just everybody looking at each other and then saying "NAPTIME" in unison. It's good stuff.
Third, I go to a small group that's a bunch of families that have decided to live life together, and lemme tell you, it's pretty cool. I have some really solid friends there so I enjoy going and doing something I've never done before, because I don't know a single small group that's done this style before. So yeah, I like my hipster small group.
And that is all folks I hope you have a good day and-WAIT ALMOST FORGOT VIDEO AND SHOUTOUTS.
Video of the Day:
I figured it semi-correlated with my theme, right? Right.
Shoutouts of the Day: I would like to give a shoutout to the people at my lunch table. THAT'S RIGHT GUYS, CAILIN IS NO LONGER A LONER. WOOT. WOOT. You guys rock. And two, I would like to give a shoutout to whoever has complimented my pink rain boots, I kind of love the idea of standing out, and wearing rain boots in Colorado seems to be the ticket. I wear the footwear I wear for you people! Oh, goodness...
Kay so today was one of those Miserable Mondays...those icky yucky life really sucks kinda days. So since I had one of those days, I wanted to give tips on how you can avoid letting Mr. Miserable Monday suck you down.
1. Fun food. You know you had a terrible day, treat yourself! Whether it's nutella or animal crackers, give yourself a little indulgence.
2. Friends. If you have them, call them up and set up a hangout.
3. Music. Listen to happy music. Psychology says we have a tendency to cheer up when our music is cheery.
4. Youtube and MLIA. Find some vloggers you like that you will enjoy. And MLIA? Well, I'll let you find that one out for yourself.
So yeah...DFTBA!
Video of the Day:
Shoutout of the Day:
I would just like to shoutout to a guy I ran into like literally thirteen times today in the span of five minutes. It was awkward for me as well....see you tomorrow.
My dear beautiful readers, we have spoken of my love for theater. My insatiable, unhealthy love for the world of performing arts, yes, I believe we spoke of such. (For those who are not theatrically inclined, I will not judge if you close out of this blog and go look up videos of cats on Youtube instead. I like cats.)
Well this past week I decided to audition for a nine person show at my (relatively new) school. So did 120 others...so naturally, I'm freaking out, how am I gonna do this? After taking multiple deep breaths, I decided on a monologue I already semi-remembered and had already used as an audition piece.
I began my D-day (audition day) like any other day, tell myself to not worry and move on, and for a time it works. Then as the day progresses, that advice loses it's charm and my stress snowballs. The school bell rings, I'm tapping my foot, drumming my fingers, it's like I've had 4 Red Bulls. Nope, just bout to audition.
I go to an area where it seems many theatrical folks are about to audition. I begin fill out a form and have a pang of homesickness. I miss my theater family... What accent can you perform? Southern. Any special talents? Southern charm. And I can make sweet tea as well.
Turn in the form, I have a good twenty minutes before my appointment. Meandering, I hear people laughing in a room that looks disorganized enough to be a theater classroom. Here goes nothing... I walk in; someone's performing their monologue. I hang back. Once noticed, I say hi, give my name. They ask me to do my monologue which I have NOT practiced. Here goes nothing AGAIN...sure...
My fingers are tingling, my foot itches to tap again. First impressions are important, and I wanted to impress these strangers. I perform. Surprisingly, they laugh (it is a funny monologue). And surprisingly, I did a good job. One says it's the best they've seen. I blush, been awhile since I heard that. Well, it's time to step up to the plate and batter up chica, so go do what you only do best.
My audition time.I walk up to the stage where a bright spotlight is shining. My heart is working overtime like it's boss is over its shoulder. Just walk up the steps, stare into the blinding light. And for a moment, I am home. Then I say my slate and begin my monologue.
It's a beautiful experience when for the first time in an audition, you semi-confidently speak your piece with eloquence and during the entire monologue you're thinking, 'Wow, I'm doing a good job.' The director laughs at the right parts, my confidence builds. Once I'm finished he says, "Hey can you do this more of an inner rage version than passive aggressive?" You betcha. After the first couple lines, I kinda just went improv. And he laughs again. He asks a few more questions, I answer them as wittingly as possible and leave.
Afterwards, I feel surreal. I am so pleased with myself. I realize, I don't even care if I make it into the show (which is good cause I didn't) I was so proud of what I did.
So yeah..I got callbacks, one out of 36 and did a couple cold reading skits, which was fun. One required me meditating, and since I've never meditated, I just pulled a meditating pose and sang the first part of the Lion King. (The Nawn NaPHWEN YA lalaleelosoPA bit.) Only the front row could hear me, and they were cracking up, which made everyone think they were weird cause they had no clue what was so funny about my serious meditation.
So yeah...didn't make the cut, but I still enjoyed myself.
Video of the Day:
A reward for those who read all of this instead of skipping to cat vids.
Shoutout of the Day: I was feeling a wee bit self conscious after callbacks, wandering how I did and such, and two people took time out of their day to tell me I did a really good job. And that made my day. So thanks guys. :)
Hey guys! I have been kind of swamped with all of the crap I've had to do lately, so bear with me, I'll try to roll in the content more often.
Anywho, I wrote a piece in my AP Language class and had to post it on this blog page and all that jazz for a grade. So far it has 0 likes, 0 comments, 22 views and counting. People are viewing it, but no comment. So, it means A: my essay was too ballsy for some people, or B: people are too lazy, or even C: not enough people know me in that class so they don't know how I would respond to commentation. Whatever. Thought I'd show you what I wrote, I'm quite proud of it.
The Taboo that Kills
by Cailin Rogers
What can you do in twenty-six seconds? Can you tie your shoes, throw
a grape in the air and catch it, post a witty tweet? Time seems to rush
so fast, twenty-six seconds seem miniscule on a grand scale. But every
twenty-six seconds someone is forced into sex slavery. Trapped in the
worst of terrors, an unimaginable number of people are forced into the
sex trafficking business.
Oops.
Sorry, I forgot I am not supposed to talk about those kinds of
things with my young impressionable peers. Some of you might cringe,
some scroll onto a different article, because honestly nobody likes to
read about this topic; you want to read something satirical and comedic.
My sincerest apologies, but I’ve stood toe to toe with sex-trafficking
and we’ve given each other a good looking over. Neither of us like what
we see.
We all have a different exposure to sex-trafficking. My story of
exposure isn’t even mine, but needs to be shared. Once upon a time
there was a girl named Shaniya Davis. This beautiful black girl was
reported missing by her school and people started looking for her. She
was found, luckily. In a garbage bin…in a trash bag…dead. It was
discovered that she was raped to death, sold by her parents who were
assumed to be loving and caring, for drugs.
Shaniya Davis was five years old. She had just started kindergarten.
This story played out in where I was living at the time,
Fayetteville, NC, the armpit of America. We were in an uproar, how could
this happen? This shouldn’t and couldn’t happen to five year olds! But
that was before it came to my attention that five year olds are sold
every day to be raped by big scary men. In fact, nowadays three year
olds are really in.
This is bad. I don’t even think I need to tell you that. But that’s not the worst bit.
The worst bit is that there are millions of Americans who are
quite a bit like you and me are. Privileged. Now, you may be thinking,
um Cailin, I’m not privileged, I don’t have the iPhone 5. You have a
roof over your head, food in your belly, and you are relatively safe.
You are privileged. Anyways, there are millions of you and me out
there, and what do the vast majority of us do about this increasing
issue?
Ignore it. Pretend it doesn’t happen.
Today, I challenge you. Challenge you to fight the apathy that
has invaded America and my generation in particular. Don't go all 'I'm
only one person' on me, for godsakes, Gandhi quit eating and he stopped a
civil war! I believe you have the skills to make a difference, and I
believe we as privileged owe it to the oppressed to hold out our hand
for them to grasp. Think, then do. NOTE: I work with an anti-sex trafficking
organization based in Australia (because Aussies are in fact, aussome).
If you want to make a difference with this issue Destiny Rescue has multiple options to assist you on the matter .
You know, before I quit my job and left my school of two years, I had a few friends. I didn't have to worry about trying to find an obscure place to sit in, where I will get the minimum amount of stares. I have to worry about that now...
This sucks more than anything in the world because I have very fond memories of lunches consumed at school. I have a lovely freshman friend that ate lunch with me for about a week; he then informed me not to worry if I didn't see him, for he is in 'desperate need of friends.'Cool.
I didn't really have a plan for this post, maybe just complain to the world how much it sucks to be me right now. How much I hate these feelings of insecurity, have to tell myself, no Cailin they're not speaking to you because they-, they-, there's nothing wrong with you. You are not the problem.
And something that hurts even more is that at my old school, I didn't let anybody be lonely, I talked to everybody, if you looked alone, I asked if you wanted to join my table. This fact just makes it worse..
My sister is dealing with it just fine. She's an introvert, and she has this little hidey hole she goes to, and she doesn't talk to anybody unless she has to. I'm an extrovert. I hate doing this. I talk to everybody around me, and I have come to a conclusion. In the classroom, people are nice to me and talk to me because they're stuck there, but outside of the classroom people have their own agendas, and if your name isn't on one of them, sucks to suck.
Good Lord this is depressing. I'm done with this pity fest.
Over and out.
Love,
Cailin
So, if you haven't noticed, I've moved to Colorado. I've been here like, what, three weeks? Something like that. My first thoughts?
Colorado hurts.
I'm not even joking, since being here I've had headaches constantly, nosebleeds (which I don't think I've actually had pre-Colorado) and I can't even explain to you what it does to my sinuses, but let me tell you, God did NOT intend it.
Colorado is pretty.
I've never lived in mountain country before, and it is really cool to see those bad boys up close and personal. And lastly,
I am homesick.
My fairly moderate social life has been terminated. I feel like a dinosaur walking around koalas. Not a pretty picture, eh? No, it's not.
