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What's the best photo you took this year?  Show and tell!

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I took this picture of my friends at a local "hole in the wall" diner. It was our Senior Year (2007) and we all went out to breakfast on President's Day! It was a blast. I think it really captures our randomnes and craziness! And I love that Rachel (bottom left) couldn't keep a straight face!

WARNING: If you are offended easily, there WILL be cursing in the following post... I'm that ticked.

MySpace Morron

  I can't even begin to explain how freaking mad I am right now. I feel like I have been slapped in the face by so many people right now. I made a myspace for a friend of mine because he asked me to. I started to make a layout for it, because I have a layout site, and all of a sudden i notice that his profile keeps changing to this trashy looking mass of crap. A Bright red background with an obnoxiously huge white swirl in the of the page-and did I mention a stripper on his contact table. He called me at 12:30 in the morning (I'm at home for the weekend) and starts bitching at me for changing the layout. He wouldn't of cared, usually; except, his friend, who thinks he's the shit, was there telling him what to say. Acting like it was HIS myspace and not my friends. Now, I know, you're probably thinkging, "Well, you're acting the same way," but I wouldn't have cared that he didn't want my layout if he wouldn't have been such a douche bag on the phone.

Calculator, Shmalculator

  So, recently, my friend asked to borrow my TI-83 calculator for her homework. I didn't even think twice to let her borrow it. Well, I told her I was going to the Student Union and she asked if she could come. I didn't care, so I said yeah. Time goes by and we find out that Wes and Johanna from the Real World were at our campus for Alcohol Awareness Week. So we pack up our things and go hang out with them!

  We get home and we sat down at the dining room table. I heard her say, "I know I put it in here." "What? What did you lose?" She didn't answer the first time, and I asked again. SHE LOST MY $100 CALCULATOR. I stayed calm and we called the Union. They didn't find it, so we looked outside by my car, and all over the house. The next day we went back to where we were sitting and looked. We didn't find it anywhere.

  So, I told her she needed to get me a new one because I have a math class and I'll probably have a lot more. This was three and a half weeks ago. WHERE IS MY CALCULATOR? This is fucking ridiculous. I NEED a calculator for my class and my tests and quizzes. The first time I used the teacher's calculator, but I can't do that anymore. I don't think it's fair that my grade could slip because she won't tell her mom about losing my calculator. It's stupid.

One Sick Chick

  I have a sinus infection and the whole left side of my face is sore. I feel like someone could hit me in the teeth with a hammer and I wouldn't feel it-they feel dead if that's possible. My forehead is sore, too. My face feels tence and under pressure. What sucks even more is that I had to work 2-8 today and I was miserable. I also have to work 2-8 tomorrow. Oh Joy! This sucks. 

 

 

  So, I started an English class yesterday-- one of those mid-semester ones. I'm not sure why it had to start so late, but it did! Although it started yesterday, I had already been to this class before... Yeah, my adviser failed to mention that she scheduled me for a mid-semester class. So not wanting to be late, I left a half an hour before the class so I had time to figure out where it was. Well, I hit major traffic in the city and didn't show up until 6:15. Did I mention it's a 6:05 class? I know it's only ten minutes, but first impressions last forever! Well, me and about five others showed up on August 27th. We waited for about fourty-five minutes and then decided to leave. I went with two other girls and we found out that it didn't start until October 17th.

  I walked in a half an hour early... on the right day and in followed another girl. We started talking and she was actually pretty nice. In walked a boy this time. Not short and not tall-- Slender, with the emo flip, and winter gloves with the fingers cut off, that looked like bumblebees. We all started talking and laughing as others arrived. The whole class, with the exception of one stuck-up girl who wouldn't speak to anyone except her friend, (we tried talking to her and she just ignored us,) was awesome!

  Oh, and my Professor was impressed with my writing! Yay, me!

Ahh, the College Life! Full of Adventure, Learning... and Booze! Well, at least for most college students. Then there are the ones like me who don't drink... hence the Diet Pepsi-- even though I hate Pepsi. Go Coca-Cola!

In high school I never really partied hard. I mean, I'd go to my friends parties but I wouldn't drink and none of my friends really drank. If they did, they weren't drunk. (Except for one time, my friend, Justin, was drunk-- but that's a whole other story!)

As I was saying-- Friday night my neighbor had a HUGE Birthday Party and my best friend ended up as drunk as a skunk (The girl in the orange sweater) and was caressing some random guys chin! It was quite funny!

Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is: I just don't understand why people get so wasted that they can't even remember what they did the night before, or in My friend's case, their behavior totally changes from respectful, fun, and loud to uncontrollable, wild, and obnoxiously loud.

  I'm not a makeup girl.  The only time I would wear makeup in high school was when my mom would give me that line. You know what line. "But Caity, don't you want to look nice?" I hate that line. I've tried to tell her time and time again that it is possible to look nice without having to wear makeup.

  Well, yesterday I was getting ready for my first class and all of a sudden my mom popped in my head. She had no right to get in there! "Don't you want to look nice?" I gave in. It's kind of sad... I'm in college and I live in an appartment with my friends and my mom still contols my life! Gosh! So I put on my lipgloss, which was "poppin'", some bronzer, a little eyeshadow, and mascara. I swear I have a point.

  On my way home from the Student Union yesterday I noticed that my brakes felt a little weird. I could push them all the way down to the floor. I'm not a mechanic, but I don't think that's a good sign. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm broke; therefore I don't have any money to fix my breaks. I don't have a job, but I have been putting in applications, so it's not like I'm not trying.

  I can't remember the last time I really cried, but telling my mom that my brakes were out brought me to tears. It's not just my breaks... I'm just a little stressed and I never talk to anyone about it. I missed a class the other day because I could hear my alarm over the three fans that I have in my room because we don't have air conditioning. I recently had a flat tire on the same car with the crappy breaks. Roommates aren't always fun. My Astronomy class is not what I thought it was going to be.

  I know, I know, I shouldn't whine, but I don't talk to anybody about it, so I'd rather just spill it on vox.

  And now, my point. Why is it that everytime I wear mascara... I end up crying?

Right now I am listening to "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley... I know, I know... It's a little cheesy, but the other day me and some of my new friends from UA went around our Student Union, our Rec Center, and outside around campus and played that song on a speaker and the guys danced and sang while I videotaped...

  First off, I should start by saying... I don't and won't give out any information that could lead to me being murdered, beaten, stalked, etc. Second-- My name is Caitlin!

  Okay, now that that's out of the way I will tell you a bit about myself.

  As much as I wish I could say my life has been like a movie it hasn't. Sometimes my friends suck, I don't get straight A's, and I haven't had the perfect high school ramance. Come to think of it the last guy I, and one of my best friends, dated turned out to be gay. Don't get me wrong. I'm all about Rainbow Power, but it just kind of puts a damper on things when you have to explain to people, "Oh, my ex? Ummn... no, he's not dating any other girls. He's actually dating a man right now!"

  My childhood nickname is Ling Poo because my parents thought I looked Asian when I was born. I had a full head of black hair and my eyes were oblong. I hope this doesn't sound stereotypical or racist... It is not meant to be taken that way!

  I currently have four dogs-- one is the devil in disguise... seriously. The other three are so cute. The "devil dog" is cute too, it's just that he's insane... insane in the membrane!

  I am in love with computers! I love making webpages and doing HTML coding. Call me a nerd if you want, I don't care, I love messing with computers!

  And lastly, probably the only thing that I really care about. I sing. I am a music freak. I love all types, I'm not much of a rap fan, but there are some good songs. If you want to hear me sing check out:

Myspace or Youtube

  That's it. If you want to know anything else message me!