Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.

Category: Life

Short (and long) reads extracted from my personal life.

  • Giant Story!

    Here’s an interesting work story from this past Tuesday I had forgotten when I tried to write it down.   I was on one of the express lanes. Even though both lanes were open there were still two huge lines of customers. Looking up in desperation I noticed two people from the old barn where I used to…

  • Cabbage Patch Sweethearts

    This is definitely one of my favorite pictures of Rachel and I together. Mark took the camera and waited for us to walk across the the bridge (Sideling Hill, MD again).

  • This Was Going to Be a Cool Title

    …until I forgot it. But I’m going to stop being so predictable in this journal. There are all kinds of stresses and things in life, and if you’re always thinking about them, you prevent yourself from really enjoying life. There’s nothing wrong with caring about that stuff; in fact, it’s a requirement. However, sometimes you just have to…

  • Rantage = k/Viewers

    That’s right, rantage has to be inversely related to the number of people who view it. As in, the more I rant, the more people flock in droves…away. Or rather, Michaela is just frazzled because of “life.” Have to find a new job and apply to college and both are really hard, especially when Giant and school…

  • /This Being Human Business

    When did I get asked if I wanted to have the wonderful human ability to screw things up? Why do I do the things I don’t want to do and forget the things I wanted to to do? How is it that I can only hurt the people I love? It’s called being human and it’s incredibly…

  • Elevated Affection

    Rachel and I at Sidling Hill, MD. En route to PA, and this is a good place to stop for bathroom, snacks, that kind of good traveling stuff. Props to my little bro Mark for bearing the “nasty mushiness” and taking the picture. Heehee.

  • Flights of the Backyard Pilot

  • Mirrored

    I thought it would be fun to take an ID picture of myself reflected in my bedroom mirror. On my dresser, you can see representations of my interests, like Rachel, Lego, deodorant, music… If you look closely you can see the spots on the glass that won’t go away when I clean it.