In a moment of sheer nostalgia for what once was...and procrastination...I've made an entry on this blog.

I miss you all.

I'd hate to see this really die, so I vow to post something, anything...on here at least once a month.

I'm going to get all sappy on the lot of you, so bear with me.

In my favorite bible scripture it says, "love is faithful, love is kind." I'm faithful to this blog and I'm faithful to you dorks because I love you all.

Hope to see you guys on here soon

xoxo-Kastle

Here's an excerpt from a book called Two Leggings: The Making of a Crow Warrior. it sounds like some book about a white guy who wants to become an Indian so he goes to live among them and learn their savage ways. Here goes...

"It was still the moon when the leaves turn yellow. One day a war party led by Arapaho returned with news of Coyote Howl's death. I told Two Belly that I wanted revenge but that first I would visit Sees The Living Bull who was camped in the Hits With The Arrows country. That evening I made a sweat lodge and the next morning rode to his tipi. "

no joke.

I need a raise.

I just don't feel motivated without the money. Like the great wise Weber said, we don't do anything unless there's something in it for ourselves. my end needs to justify my means, dude. or something like that.

just give me money.

We had a good run of things...I guess.

As I begin this post, I would like to take a minute and remember someone who passed away. Opera great, Luciano Pavarotti died yesterday at the age of 71. While I am not an avid opera fan, I can appreciate great talent, of which the man had much of. His name was synonymous with opera. Its sad, because while he was alive I didn't really bother to find out anything about him and it wasn't till this morning when I went to check my email that I read the news. I sat here at my little table at work, taking calls, checking emails, sorting production reports, and reading a brief biography that aol.com (is it sad that that is where I get most of my news from? or just really lame? I try to watch the news and read the paper sometimes, as a journalism major I should be ashamed of myself) posted about him.

I liked how he didn't feel the need to keep opera something solely for the elite and found several ways to reach the masses by having concerts with famous pop stars, from Ricky Martin to the Spice Girls. Now my memory might be a bit fuzzy on this bit, I'm not sure if it was him or one of the other of the "Three Tenors," but from what I remember there was a sketch on Sesame Street where Luciano Pavarotti sang with Placido Flamingo the puppet. I remember thinking that was great. I was particularly fond of the pink flamingo in a tux.

His voice was amazing as was his stage presence, Mr. Luciano Pavarotti you will be greatly missed.

On another, lighter note, my first week of school has been completed. Mind you my first week was only two days long. In those two days I was only late for class once. Good for me. :)
This semester I am going to be testing my ability to keep on task and work truly under pressure, strain and stress. I am taking 6 classes this semester. My usually load is 4 classes, I've even taken only 3. I'm a terrible person, I know, but I was in London, cut me some slack. I will also be working the days that I am not at school. Which are Wednesdays till 4:30 because I then have to run to school, Thursdays, Fridays and the occasional Saturdays. On top of that I teach Sunday school (cute, I know) and I have been suckered into volunteering with the afterschool program one day a week. I also need to schedule in some fun time and some time to sleep. I'm working on it.

So far I've enjoyed my classes, and even though I had a bit of a freak out before school started, about whether or not I'm cut out to do this (Edi should know...I freak out with her) I'm looking forward to the challenges I'm going to face with these classes. I'm extremely excited about my Television productions class!!! The teacher is awesome and the people in the class are great. Especially this really cute guy... :)

So last night I got out of my Tv production class and headed over to hang out with Edi. We had some Pad Thai, and "fresh fruit" smoothies (totally from concentrate) at the place that shall be forever known as "The Place That Isn't Thai Pastry," and talked loudly and obnoxiously over the other people in the joint. It was like 20 people at one table. Then we walked through the slightly dodgy area known as roger's park and went to her house. I pretty knocked out on her futon as she sang random pieces of music. It was a good night. :)

So this concludes this post which has taken me about 4 hours to write.
-Jenny Kastle

p.s. I got a haircut...didn't come out the way I wanted, I got like a lecture about how my hair is curly so since my hair is short she can't really cut too many layers into it and blah blah blah humidity. I was like, um, yeah I know hun, just do what I tell you. She didn't, so I left, I got a trim though.

It's 1:30 am central time and I can not sleep. So what do I do? Waste time on the net.

It's funny because I'm the type of person that can climb into bed and once my head hits the pillow I'll be out like a light. I remember my sister would tell me that when I was a little kid I would fall asleep while in the middle of telling a story. One moment I would be rambling on about something dumb that kids usually talk about and then mid sentence I'd be out like a light. A friend of mine once got mad at me for doing that. We were at camp together and it was the second to last night before we were to go home. We had bonded over a mutual love for all things looney tunes and had spent most of the night talking while being shushed by the other campers in our cabin. We had to be up early the next morning so we decided to call it a night and finally go to sleep. Apparently as soon as I muttered the words, "good night" I was unconscious. The next morning she told me that she wanted to ask me something but I had fallen asleep before she could even get the words out.

So why is it that I, the girl who can sleep through my neighbors raucous parties, thunderstorms and the sounds of the obnoxious car alarms that go off periodically through the night, am finding it extremely difficult to go to bed? It's not like I slept late today. Hell I don't even have a sleep in day. It's rather upsetting. Especially since I need to get up early tomorrow take my sister to work, go tutor under privileged children in reading and math and then go and play tennis with Melissa, Bobby, Beka and Johann.

By the way everyone is sick in my office and I have a sinking suspicion that I may have been the one to start it. I got sick the friday that I taught a theater workshop for kids between the ages of 6 and 12. I went to work the next day and thought I was going to die. I spent the next two days out of commission with a runny nose, sore throat, fever and chills. I might have gotten my sister and my cousin sick. Every time I go in to work I feel like I'm in a petri dish of disease.
I wouldn't be so upset that I'm still awake if I could just upload my pictures. Unfortunately facebook is being a douche and isn't allowing me to do so. Maybe I should do something constructive and finish reading the two books I'm in the middle of. One is Truman Capote's "In Cold Blood" and the other is Gabriel Garcia Marquez' "Love in the Time of Cholera." Both very good and neither is a particularly difficult read. It's just that I've been picking up and putting down "Love in the Time of Cholera" since I bought it at OxFam. It sort of lost pace towards the middle of the book and I got bored and picked up Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut. Finished that and continued reading Love...then I was up to my eyeballs in final papers so I put it down again. I came home and found a Michael Chrichton book called Timeline and read that. Then I attempted to find my place again in the Marquez book, but I found a cheesy girlie comedy novel and read that in like a day. Next Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out and I had to read that. So Love was put to the side once again. And finally I was helping my best friend move into her apartment and I saw the Truman Capote book on her bookshelf, I not only recalled the night we had gone to see the movie CAPOTE at the Logan and spent about an hour laughing at the pretentious ass of a man in line in front of us who pronounced Capote with a spanish accent, when he was clearly a gringo, but also remembering that I had added it to my mental list of books to read before I die, and had to read it.

It goes against everything I believe in not to finish a book, but there is something about Gabriel Garcia Marquez's books that bore me when I get to the middle. The same thing happened to me with "A Hundred Years of Solitude." It isn't as though Marquez isn't a brilliant writer, I don't know maybe its me, maybe I can't keep the story lines straight or something. Whatever.
Well this note has become much longer than I originally intended it to be, so I shall stop typing and give my fingers a break and attempt once again to get my pictures up. Maybe this problem would go away if I took the time to actually call up sbc or something and have DSL or wireless or whatever installed at my house.

It is now 2:51 am central time.

The worst has passed....

So I spent the weekend dying. My body was totally against me. I had mentioned a sore throat on Friday. Well that sore throat proceeded to get progressively worse as time went on. Saturday I woke up and I could barely talk and my nose and ears were congested. Yes my ears felt like they needed to pop but never did. I went to work and by the time I came home I was dizzy and practically dying. I bought some cold medicine and crashed on the couch. This was at about 3 pm. I didn't come to until about 10:30 when Edi called me and my sister had brought me some 7-up. I had a fever. I went back to sleep at about 11:30 and tossed and turned all night. I woke up again in the morning at like 9:30 when edi and melissa texted me. I fell back asleep still feeling feverish. I had chills. I still couldn't breath and it hurts to even swallow my own spit. I finally woke up at 2:30 in the afternoon. My fever had broken. I was just a little tired and slightly hungry. My parents came home around 4 and brought me some lunch.

I'm better today I just have a stuffy nose and a hell of a lot of phlem...(gross, I know)

Here's to a speedy recovery.

Today a seven year old told me that my iPod was fat.

In other news....

Today I taught a theater workshop for 6 through 12 year olds. It worked out pretty well. We seperated the kids into two groups. I taught the 6-9 year olds first and they were really receptive and they were really good.

The 10-12 year olds were a different story. They were loud and full of attitude. It took 10 minutes to get them to quiet down and pay attention. I finally got them through the different activities I had for them, but I was left feeling likeI hadn't done my job properly. Oh well, I guess next time I'll try different tactics.

Yesterday was pretty rough. Everyone was stressed out at work. I was so frustrated that I even yelled at the cute estimator guy that I like. I don't remember exactly what I said, but I sounded pissed and sarcastic. Oh well.

I didn't go to sleep till late yesterday because I spent an hour on the phone listening to Ediana tell me about this new guy she's like in love with. I had my eyes closed already because I was so tired, I just let her ramble on while adding in the occasional, "mmmhmmm" and "oh yeah?" and a couple of, "oh thats nice." I was so beat and she didn't get it. But whatever, she's lonely in her apartment so I let her ramble on about her day to me. God knows I tell her the stupd stuff about my crush all the time.

I could sure go for a nap right now and a couple of throat lozenges because those kids had me shouting.

So ladies what have you guys been u to lately? I miss you all soooo much! I swear I'm going to stop working so much and plan a day for us to all get together.