A Nice Day for a White Wedding

Let's talk weddings real quick, k?

It's not that I oppose weddings or marriage.  I really don't.  I am just no where near the stage in my life where I'd consider catwalking it down a runway to some guy I am going to be stuck with for the rest of my life.  I am only 23 after all, and as I see it, I got a lot more living to do.  What I was unprepared for was all my friends being ready to settle down.  I thought our after-college years would be full of late night drinking, dinner parties, and all the fun parts of college, just without classes.  Maybe I was a little too optimistic there, but regardless.  We would be young, educated, and ready to take over the world.  Marriage was never part of my master plan.  But things change.

And now, 3 of my gal pals are taking the plunge within the next year, and Facebook (ah, time-sucking God) is more than happy to let me know when scourges of my psuedo-friends tie the knot.  I am mentally not ready to have married friends.  They're concerned with invites and seating placement, while I am asking about the open bar.  I didn't expect it this soon, and now I feel like it won't be too long until BABIES enter the picture.  I don't think this is the end of everything; I'm sure we'll all get shit-faced from time to time.  But as time passes, and I follow my career and they settle down, will we still have things to talk about?  I can't join in on convos about home-ownership or marital woes.  At what point will our paths lead us down roads that won't meet again?

The worst part is, I can't help getting sucked into all of it.  As a child, I NEVER planned out my own wedding.  I sketched my fashion line instead (it was very Judy Jetson.)  But now, I look at wedding blogs and think "Oooh, teacup place card holders."

Oh hell no.

One day, I probably will get married.  Until then, I will focus everything I have into my art, my life, and living it the way I always thought I would.

Probably alone and drunk, with an awesome career...and cats.

Au revoir,
Cass

Why hello, strangers.

Hello there.
I read a lot of blogs.  Mostly started by friends, or found using StumbleUpon (crack for listless computer surfers) because somewhere in their archives they mentioned a cat.  StumbleUpon thinks I like cats, fashion, and booze recipes.  They would be right.

But anyway, I always end up thinking "I could do that."  I could be just as witty and sardonic as all those jaded hipster twenty-somethings with cool jobs and plastic-rimmed glasses.  I could be the next Martha Stewart!  Post-prison of course, minus the crocheted afghan poncho.  You see, I am one of the people who falls into the category of "Jack-of-all-trades."  I can do a whole bunch of things just kinda-sorta.

I recently took a month-long trip to Europe, which besides being ridiculously amazing and awe-inspiring, really made me think.  Caroline, a new friend I made in Paris, could never have known how much one little question would dig at me.  "What do you do in your free time?"  Somehow, trolling the internet for funny cat videos felt like an inadequate answer.  What DID I do?  I did crafts, sometimes.  I used to be able to play the flute, though I never made it to actually having to wear the band uniform.  I liked to write poetry on occasion, when no one else would read it and I could be as whiny and emo as my broken teenage heart wanted.  But I couldn't really say I DID much with my time.  Don't get me wrong, I work a lot.  So most of my free time is dedicated to decompressing from my job.

But it got me thinking.  How many things am I capable of doing?  Why not learn French?  Maybe I should start to tackle that list of craft projects I've been compiling in my internet favorites.  MAYBE there are better ways to spend time besides watching the video of the cat attacking the baby.  Although, I do suggest watching it at least once.  So, I'm not sure right now what this blog will turn out to be, because there are a lot of things I could fill my time with.

But with every post I hope I can add one more thing to my "can do" list, and knock something off my "wish I could" list.

Thanks for stopping by San Diego,
Cass