Here's my card.

I've been researching some ways to make a little cash because God knows, I need it (want it). So far, I've come up with a few ideas.

• Blogging. What a novel idea...
• House cleaning. Because I am magical, making this job easy for me.
• Pet sitting. Now, I've done this. And it is a cool job, when lil' Missy Priss doesn't decide to scratch all the way down your arm, leaving you to google cat scratch fever and the symptoms.
• Babysitting. Because I love children. So. MUCH.
• Odd jobs. Well, I am odd. Am I in a full-time position and I don't know it?
• Plasma. Been trying to convince my parents to do this. Just need to wear them down a littleeee bit more.
• Chickens. Okay, my craycray idea. When we move to another house, I could spend a little money and keep some chickens. The eggs that come frome these chickens would first be sold to my neighbors, and would expand. Maybe the whole block would buy from me.

    I need a business card. "Cailin Rogers: Broke smart aleck. Jack of all trades. Teenage girl who can use a drill. Contact #-" What do you think?

Over and out.
Very odd,
Cailin Rogers

Things I Can Do.

I decided to focus for a moment on things I can do, than things I can't do. So, here we go!

1. I can read. I love reading. I wish I had more time to do so. So far I have read Paper Towns by John Green, one of the most talented men alive. The book was kind of like the Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway. I also read the Taming of the Shrew by none other than Billy Shakes. I'll be the first to admit, living in such a different society than he lived in, I didn't get the funny parts. And I wasn't really cool with the whole, tame the woman shtick. Yeah.

2. I can make a bowl of cereal. I'm kind of known for my inability to not be able to cook or follow recipes. (Any sort of directions really.) But I can make a bowl of cereal, so I know I won't starve when I'm all alone in the world and my mom's not there to cook for me.

3. I can use a drill. I'm really proud of this one because I took a semester class of Tech Theater and it took me like three months before I could use a drill properly. (Don't I sound ditzy?) But yeah. And I learned when to cover my ears during setbuilding. (So many dirty jokes. So many.)

4. I can be witty. I know this sounds like I'm being egotistic or something, but I'm not. I can be really funny when I want to. (I usually crack myself up more than that person I'm trying to make laugh. Yeah. I'm cool.) I appreciate good clean comedians who don't just have a long list of sex jokes. I also love making others laugh, think about it, if laughter is the best medicine, I'M CURING YOU!!!

5. I can blog. I LOVE blogging, reviving this blog was the best thing I could've done for me and my creative writingness. I'm so happy for all the people that have viewed my blog and continue to do so, leave a comment if you like something about my posts or if you think I should change something. I love you guys and hope this is a long term thing.

I hope you all have as lovely of a day as I've had. And now enjoy this cute kitty slightly stalkerish picture. 

By!

Over and Out.

Love,

Cailin

Seniors, snow globes, and Ellen

  Okay so I did not blog yesterday or the day before, and don't stab me in the eye, because I have a good excuse, well, with yesterday, not the day before, I don't really have a good excuse for that.

    YESTERDAY. I got home from school, really pumped cause we had a pep rally.

  -And the fact that it was indeed Friday. (Hallelujah! FREEDOM!!!) So I started to do what I usually do on such a sacred day, I eat food, watch my favorite vloggers, blog, read my favorite blogs, repeat. I do this for a couple of hours. However my bliss was ever disturbed because my sister brought friends home for a project and took away the computer to use it for her project and never gave it back. *Sniffle.*
     Okay so I was thinking about class scheduling and what classes I need to take as a junior so I know what classes to take as a senior, and I realized, this whole high school thing sucks. Freshman year, you go to school and meet all sorts of new people, and it's scary and fun and exciting. And for me I met a lot of seniors and when they left I hugged them all and cried over them, yeah, cause I'm a crier. Then when you're a sophomore you think you know it all, and in some things you really do (and in some things you REALLY don't) and it's fun. But when you're a sophomore you're saying goodbye to people you've known for two years. And when you're a junior, (I'm not a junior so this is all speculation) you're like get me out of this freaking town this sucks. (If you disagree, my bad.) And you say goodbye to people you've know for three years. And when you're a senior, you have to say goodbye to your whole class! People you've grown up with, with the thought that you may never see them again. Why do they make a system were you're intimately involved with people and you never see them afterward, they're just a part of your story you don't relive again. It doesn't make sense to me. Maybe to some logical person who has more fun things to monologue about, it does, but to me, no.
    Hey guys guess what? IT SNOWED!!!!!!

  It's kinda been snowing off and on like we're in some sort of snow-globe and it snows and settles and God comes back and shakes the snow globe again. So that's what's happening...without the earthquakes. (Cool people use double contractions...)

     Last but not least, Ellen Degeneres. She was hired by JCPenney's to be a spokesperson, and apparently some people are pissed. OneMillionMoms, are a group that is determined to have her sacked. Because of her sexual orientation. What is this? Yes she is openly homosexual, and has a wife, and maybe you don't want your daughter following her lead, but she is still a person. She has feelings just like everybody else, and if I were her I would be really upset. She was on Covergirl and other companies and nobody had a cow, why now? She was Dory in Nemo and NOBODY cared. EVERYBODY loved her. Give her a rest.
    Now, to be accurate, I'm not like yay, homosexuality is all good, but I think a person is a person, and people should treat people like they want to be treated. Alright.
Over and out.
Love,
Cailin

How I blog and a Boycott on Normalcy

     So. I've been thinking and prepping for my daily post. And I got: nothing. And I'm very strict when it comes to preparing to blog. Here are my five steps:

1.  Turn on some Over the Rhine and Colbie Caillat. (They're cool.)
2. Check out Joe Boyd's blog. (If you clicked on the link I had on yesterday's post, you would've seen his blog.) And a few others, I like getting the different flavors of blog.
3. Check out Dan Brown's vlog. (At this point I have an idea in my head.) I haven't found any other really good vloggers, if you know of some. Comment. Speak. Let your voice be heard.
4. Scour Google Images to find some funny pictures to go with my idea. (Usually I look for pictures of cats, cause frankly, I'm a nerd.) 
5. Formulate a bit in my head and BINGO. I write. Then I post. Then I pray someone is bored enough to stumble upon my blog.

        However I didn't get far today. My ideas kept going all over the place. And then,

SPLAT! 

(I told you.) 

     I had this AHA moment. Every person, at some point in their life, detests normality. They don't want to be associated with it. They scream every time they hear the word. I have a friend like this, she wears mismatched earrings and does her best to keep from being symmetrical, because she fears being written off as unoriginal. It has gotten so big nowadays, that we have a term for those in pursuit of such. 

        Associated with big glasses, sweet tea, and vintage clothes this demographic has no admission fee, they just want to look different, wear glasses without being judged, and be individual. And it has caught on.

(The funny thing is hipsterism has caught on so quickly that it is becoming 'mainstream.' Oh the irony.) 

    There is another group of people who don't directly pursue this lack of normality, they are drawn to the idea of difference. The idea that things are different, that people can fly on pieces of wood. That boarding schools can be fun. 

That just happened. 

    And this group of individuals has found some identity in the books, movies, robes, and scarves, of Harry Potter. 

And these guys make a lot of money off of them.

      So I ask you, join me in my boycott on normality. It's all up to you. You can turn yourself around, just wake up in the morning and say to your self, 'Self, I'm going to do something fun today. Something that I love to do, like wear a beret and play chess with old people in a park. Or make a fish aquarium, putting the entire cast of Nemo fish in such an aquarium. (That would be quite a few fish.) Or grow a garden of different colored tulips because you like tulips. Or whip up Korean pancakes. Do something you love. Because when you do what you love, people can tell that you're no run of the mill person. You're you.
Love,
Cailin