Oops, I forgot Bush in my band list. Not that it was running long, or anything.

I asked Dad why they didn't name me Moon Unit, and he said it was because he and mum weren't Frank Zappa fans. Like that's any excuse.

Go to Tuesday. You will like it.

I emailed this survey to various peoples, but here it is again for your viewing pleasure:

1. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR KITCHEN PLATES?
Plain white, Crate and Barrel. Aren't we exciting?

2. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
Home For Christmas (horrid/torrid romance novel compilation), Le Divorce

3. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
It's yellow and gray and has this funny little swirly and the word "Windstar." Come to think of it, I have no idea where the mousepad came from.

4. FAVORITE BOARD GAME?
Candyland. Did you really have to ask?

5. FAVORITE MAGAZINE?
Invention and Technology. I was riveted by their article on the discovery and history of teflon. I kid you not.

6. FAVORITE SMELL?
Laundry fresh out the dryer. The rain. Baking things.

7. LEAST FAVORITE SMELL?
Cigarettes, the catbox. Which makes you wonder why I keep cats.

8. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THINK OF WHEN YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?
Zoe, get your butt out my face.

9. FAVORITE COLOR?
Earth tones. Black and pink look cool together.

10. LEAST FAVORITE COLOR?
Most shades of yellow.

11. HOW MANY RINGS BEFORE YOU ANSWER THE PHONE?
Two.

12. FUTURE CHILD'S NAME?
Spike, Padraig, Seamus, Damien, Dante if it's a boy. Marisol, Solange, Terren, Chloe, Moon Unit (I adore that, it's so cute) and soooo many more for a girl. I'm name-obsessive. I want to give my kid a name that no one else has.

13. WHAT IS MOST IMPORTANT IN LIFE?
Contentment. Security. Health.

15. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
CHOCOLATE. Dark is best. Regular OK. Milk only when desperate.

16. DO YOU LIKE TO DRIVE FAST?
Hahahahahahahhahahahaha. Me, drive.

17. DO YOU SLEEP WITH A STUFFED ANIMAL?
Yup. My green teddy bear, Grenouille, or my brown one (Marron).

18. STORMS:
Summer storms are beautiful. The lower pressure and the humidity make the air feel loose and flowy.

19. WHAT TYPE WAS YOUR FIRST CAR?
Hahahahahahhahhahhha. Me, car.

20. IF YOU COULD MEET ONE PERSON DEAD OR ALIVE?
Right now, Hikaru Utada. It's my current fad.

21. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
Hahahhahahahahahahaha. Me, drink.

22. WHAT IS YOUR SIGN & YOUR BIRTHDAY?
Cancer, June 30/July 1

23. DO YOU EAT THE STEMS OF BROCCOLI?
You mean there's a part to broccoli other than the stem?

24. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Proofreader. Children's book author. Stand up. Comic artist.

25. IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY HAIR COLOR, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Chapatsu! That's the color Japanese school girls die their hair to frustrate school dress codes. It's a really pretty reddish/brown. But that's just the current fad in Caitlin-land.

26. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE?
I love many people and animals. Like my little sister.

27. IS THE GLASS HALF FULL OR HALF EMPTY?
There is no glass.

28. FAVORITE MOVIE?
Ocean's 11, The Impostors, Clue, anything Marx Brothers, The Importance of Being Earnest, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, The Quiet Man, Dogma, all things Disney, The Princess Bride, Pootie Tang, you get the general idea.

29. DO YOU TYPE WITH YOUR FINGERS ON THE RIGHT KEYS?
Yes, and very quickly and inaccurately.

30. WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED?
Cats, whatever my cats have stolen from other members of my family and stashed down there, used tissues, anime posters, ANIMERICA EXTRA issues, the top to one of those big Rubbermaid box things. Not as many fugitives as last week.

31. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER?
three, seven, nine, fourteen, and twenty one. I like them all, for some reason.

32. FAVORITE SPORT TO WATCH:
Tug of War. It's exciting and over quickly enought that I don't lose interest. At Irish Fest, I like to watch the girls' teams. They're so cute, in their uniforms and heavy-duty boots and all covered in mud.

33. WHAT IS YOUR SINGLE BIGGEST FEAR?
Growing old.

34. SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
David doesn't mess around, Kulsoom is always tolerant of me, and Eliza... well, I wouldn't be the person I am without her. Yay, friends!

35. PERSON MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
I don't know.

36. PERSON YOU SENT THIS TO WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Ditto.

37 FAVORITE MUSICAL GROUP?
Utada Hikaru, Do As Infinity, P!nk, Six Pence None the Richer, Destiny's Child, Andrew WK (don't ask), Sum 41, Will Smith (wuss rap all the way!), Nelly Furtado, Yuko Sasaki, Alanis Morissette, Coco Lee, Poe, Weird Al, Boa, BoA (two different groups), Diana Krall, Deanna Kirk, Dave's True Story (I've only ever heard one of their songs, but it was enough), Louis Armstrong, Julie London, Dinah Washington, Eartha Kitt, Incubus, Hoobastank, Michael Jackson, Janet Jackson, Brandy, Ray Charles, No Doubt, The Mister T Experience, Norah Jones, need I go on? I'm a music freak.

38. FAVORITE TV SHOWS?
Invader Zim, the Simpsons, Iron Chef, Trading Spaces, etc.

39. KETCHUP OR MUSTARD?
mustard. I like how it's tangy and sour.

40. HAMBURGERS OR HOTDOGS?
Hamburger, hot dogs are gross.

41. FAVORITE SOFT DRINK?
coke, water, any fruit juice but grapefruit.

42. THE BEST PLACE YOU HAVE EVER BEEN?
Wherever my friends and family are.

43. WHAT SCREEN SAVER IS ON YOUR COMPUTER RIGHT NOW?
stylized fruit spinning around on a bright yellow BG. Thank you, Fontalicious.

44. BURGER KING OR MAC DONALD'S
Mickey D's

45. WOULD YOU BURN A MILLION DOLLARS IF YOU HAD TEN?
Hell no.

46. DO YOU LIVE FROM THE INSIDE OUT OR FROM THE OUTSIDE IN?
Inside out. I think.

47. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO GO DO RIGHT NOW?
See if I can download the cartoon Kitty Bobo off of Kazaa.

48. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST RIGHT NOW?
if I say my cat, you will all laugh at me. But it's true.

49. HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO FOR YOUR BEST FRIEND?
to hell and back and farther still.

50. WHAT IS THE BIGGEST WORD YOU KNOW? (No Mary Poppins here)
pi. It's 3.1415926535897932384626433832795028841971693993751582. And it gets longer. Well, they do say math is a language.

Eimile's link has been added, because I finally figured out her domain name and address. Go there. She's like a little Mini-Me.

You know what we used to call her? Emily the Blemily. What, were we retarded? That's not even funny. I'm starting to think Mum and Dad gave me stupid pills as a child. There's just no other explaination for it.

Being mean to old people is fun. You might have to go through a little survey-thing first, though.

So I've been feeling like a total teenager lately. Which I hate. But you already knew that. I think it has something largely to do with dissolving in tears during Stats, which I think threw Mr Meagher off a bit. He was really nice about it. He even seems to have forgotten about the "poopyhead" thing. See, I was complaining about the class to Mum, and she said she'd give me 50 cents to call Mr M a poopyhead. I did, and he took it pretty well. He called me the same thing back. Later, after Mum neglected to give me my money, I apologized, but he said it was too late, he'd already sent a note home.

He wasn't kidding. We got a note last Saturday.

Anyway, I cried for a bit, but figured asking for help would be the best way to... y'know...PASS. Even though asking for help makes me want to cry. I don't know why. Whenever I approach a teacher for a bit of council or whatnot, I end up with my eyes filled with tears. I have no FREAKIN' idea why, I just do. It must really make the teachers uncomfortable.

I told Andrew I wouldn't mind having a boyfriend like him, only straight. His not-interested-in-girls-ness is a problem. So I'll need to find a cool non-gay guy. Maybe in college....

Please, PLEASE God, in college.

Not that I'm feeling extremely desperate at the moment.

Only Eddie's been stalking me, so that might not be true. I mean, he called about four times last weekend. And he gave me two episodes of Puni Puni Poemii (???) on CD and he will NOT leave me alone about watching it. I've been so busy lately between work and school and that new-fangled "social life" thing that I've had absolutely zero time to be the anime-crazed hermit I once was. But he seems so intent on me watching it that I'm starting to think he's put subliminal messages on the episodes.

Caitlin's rampant imagination creates fictional event based on this remote possibility:

Random anime scenes... DATE EDDIE...random anime scenes... EDDIE IS THE IDEAL MAN....random anime scenes...YOUR LIFE IS NOT COMPLETE WITHOUT EDDIE..

Meanwhile I'm watching this thing with my brother.
"You see something?"
"Not me."

Ha ha ha.

Only now I really hope that Eddie doesn't know this site exists, or boy will my face be red tomorrow.

Anyway, between Amy and Eliza, my bum has been getting much abuse. Eliza just pinches it from time to time, but Amy seems to get quite a bit of amusement out of slapping it as hard as humanly possible. I think it's hilarious. Today I complained to Amy about my peers' sudden interest in my rear, and she said, "Oh, poor you. Come here, I'll give you a hug." When I did, she put her hand on my butt. I giggle now just thinking about it. )k, I just reread that and it sounds really wrong. But whatever.)
I'm not a pervy loser, what are you talking about?

All in all, it was a very Miroku-like move, for those of you who read Inu Yasha as borderline-obsessively as I do (read as: Weston and maybe Chris). I love Miroku, he's one of my favorite characters. I adore the perverts. I don't know why. But Miroku's especially adorable because he's a "monk." I use quotes because he's really quite abysmally bad at it. In fact, he goes quite out of his way to be so. Arse-grabbing is one of his favorite activities.

No, I don't know what's wrong with me. I really just gave up on ever finding out. At this point, I just spend my days praying Mum, who will have just read that paragraph and thought "WTF has she been reading?!?!?!" will not lock me in my room for the remainder of the semester.

Likely she will anyways.

Someone called me ma'am at work today. I almost killed them. Or myself. It was that horrible.

Amy says I say "snowink" instead of "snowing." I think she says "snoween" instead of "snowing." Well, she's WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG. Speaking of Amy, she told me the other day that she used to drink beer and once had half a bottle of vodka. She told me she doesn't drink anymore, but it kind of surprised me. I wish my friends would stop shattering my comfortable misconceptions about them. It used to bug me when people would talk about how teenagers think they're invincible, but now I've interacted with enough of my bone-headed peers to realize they're right. There are kids doing things that they don't realize are stupid things to do, or else don't care. It's enough to make me want to beat things.

Anyway.

Julia and I and a couple other people were talking the other day, and Julia mentioned she had taken the ACT thing over the weekend and I said, "Hey! My little sister took it too!" and Julia gave me this look. It was really funny. Or not.

I just got a little pop up advertising JCupid, which is a match site specifically for Jewish couples. Well, find your niche, I suppose. But that seems really weeeeeeeeeeeird to me.

So we were playing MASH and I, fool that I am, allowed Sammi to determine my destiny and fill in my spaces for me. She effectively RUINED MY LIFE. I will have three kids and live in a mansion, which isn't bad, but I'll be a manager at Pottery Barn, be married to Wil (who is a very flaming and apparently soon-to-be-fellow manager at the Barn), and will "drive" a green bicycle. Thanks mightily Sammi. I'm going to go crawl under a rock now, because living there will be a heck of a lot better than the future you've arranged for me. I hope you're satisfied.

Friday was Hat Day, so I wore my old man hat to school, and these kids (the kids who sit in the back of the class. You know the type) in Law asked me if I listened to AC DC. I said no, and was completely clueless as to why they'd ask me this, when another kid turned around and explained, "The lead singer wears a hat like that."
Ah.
"It's my old man hat," said I.
"You should get a cane, then," they replied.
"I used to have one," I said.
They gave me this look of such inexplicable reverence and respect that I didn't have the heart to tell them it was because I was a gimp at the time.
Actually, I'm very ashamed of myself, but I love the kids at the back of the class. I always laugh when they make those comments of theirs. Like this one:
"You went to Lake Bluff Middle School? That's awful. I heard they don't have books there."
"They don't. It's horrible."
That occured to me as being hilarious. I don't know if it affects anyone else as profoundly, though.

Co-inky-dinkily, Katelyn Loba-whatever, Krista Gullberg, and myself are all going to U of I, and we all went to LBMS. So we shot down no-books-comment-kid-in-back. Bwa hahahahahahhahahhahahah.

Ha.

Have you ever wondered why the word "sleeve" has three Es? Wouldn't just the two do? Sleev. Nah, that just looks silly. Sleve. Kind of like Steve.

I've come to the realization that I'm a total music freak. I hadn't realized it before. Go me! I also got around to thinking that, although two people can listen to the same song, they can hear different things. I personally found Ray Charles' version of Yesterday practically life-changing. But Chris barely listened to it and Soom was only interested in his voice. On the other hand, Nikolas will make me listen to some of her angry songs and I'm like "pffft," while she's completely into it. This is a very weird concept to me.

Have you ever found something you wrote when you were about eight years old, read it, thought "Oh DEAR GOD" and promptly burned it? I haven't. Well, everything but the burning bit, I have. I wanted to burn it, but I'm afraid of lighting matches.

I'm such a dork. I just finished my stats homework, and you know what? There's nothing like actually working out a math problem on my own. Seriously, when ever I finish a problem, and figure everything out by myself... you'd think I ended world hunger or something. I just feel really good about myself. Yay me.

So Mum and I went down to U of I Monday night, right after I got off work (planting all day at Jamaican Gardens... dirty job, but somebody's got to do it... actually, it was a lot of fun and Bob gave me a tenner just for working all day. It helped that I came in at 8:30). I burned some CDs for the occasion (I CAN'T SPELL THAT WORD! Does that look right to you?), so we rocked to Incubus and Stevie Wonder on the way there. I hate driving, but I love road trips. They're my favorite part of any vacation. I would be very happy if the whole trip was literally sitting in the car and driving through random places, then turning around and going straight home. I also fell in love with the image of streetlights on a big road at night. Theres this little blot of bright light, and this little haze of light around it that just illuminates part of the pole, and there are hundreds of them, following the road on either side. It just looks really neat. I want to draw it or something. Share the love, I guess.

We stayed in a guest room at the student union, which was very nice except for the hideous wallpaper and the crap-tastic shower (a lukewarm trickle down my back is not proper bathing). We ate breakfast at McDonald's and my orange juice was frozen, so I did not drink so much as ate it. And the cinnamon roll was smaller than the ones you get up here. Jerks. Ok, the orientation whatsits was very informative, but while we were waiting for it to start, we read the school newspaper. There was one article about how one guy's roommate would "impersonate" famous historical figures by strutting around the apartment naked. Here's a charming excerpt:

"Hey Mike, check it out, I'm Abraham Lincoln." I look up from my computer monitor to see Pat standing totally nude in my doorway. I say nothing: the look of disgust on my face speaks for itself.
"What's your problem, this impression is dead-on. I'm totally Abe Lincoln," Pat protests, still wearing nothing but a grin.
"Get out of my room and put some clothes on."
"Not until you admit that this is the most uncanny impression of Honest Abe you have ever seen."

This is not funny in the least, and yet it cracks me up. I guess I'll get along in college just fine (so long as I don't have to see this uncanny impression myself).

During the presentation, there was a kid behind me who was quite cute, in a scruffy kind of way (my favorite kind), but he disappeared sometime during the tour. Speaking of which, the tour guide was also kind of cute (but only when he wasn't wearing his hat, which made him look like a dorkus snorkus) and he was funny and nice and apparently had been checking me out, and I had noticed that he was looking at me, but I didn't think that was the reason, I just thought, "Why does he keep looking at me like that?" (he was also a college senior, before any of you get any funny ideas. I'm looking at you, Chris).

I'm built too low, the fast ones go right over my head.

Then we found a dorm and a student who had nothing better to do showed us around. She was really nice and she was from Chicago. Yay!

We (read as: Mum) wanted to buy me an Illinois sweatshirt, but they were about 50 buck (HELLO). So I bought milano cookies and goldfish crackers instead. Then we went home. The big roads weren't quite as pretty in the day time, but it was still kind of cool, because they had a lot more snow than we did, and they don't have salt, they use sand, so it carves the snow up like those rock formations in Arizona. But I couldn't look at much because I fell asleep and then I had some reading from Humanities I had to do. And Mum insisted on listening to Roe and Gary for some reason, so listened to Hikki on my headphones. Happiness.

When I got home, I took a proper shower, and when I got back into my room, I discovered that Zoe had celebrated my return by falling alseep on my coat, which attracts cat hair well enough without the source of the stuff taking a siesta on it. I'm supposed to put it on the chair instead of my bed, but I NEEDED WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATER. I forgot to bring shampoo or conditioner to the hotel, so my head felt all icky, you see. Eeeew.

Then Nikolas came over to watch her watever Girls show, and we talked and had fun. It was nice.

In case anyone cares, my brother is a poopy head. And I don't care that he reads this and will only complain to me about it later. Weston, you are poooooooooopy. But still my brother. So just don't ask me for things and I will be happy to give them to you.

On a side note, Mum said she'd give me 50 cents if I called Mr. Meagher a poopy head to his face. I'm going to do it, too.

I'm in a good mood. But I was falling asleep on my feet by the time I got off of work yesterday, so you can only imagine how tired I am now. And tomorrow, I have school, and then work until 5:30, then babysitting. Hooray. At least I'll be rich.

When other people are in crappy moods, I end up in a crappy mood. So stop putting depressing stuff on your bloggers, or I'm going to need some prozac. And that won't be pretty.

I got a 25 cent raise at the Gardens. I now make 6 whole dollars an hour.

I love my job. No, really. I mean it. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!

I want some ice cream. Which is dumb because I'm really cold right now.

Em and I have been having extensive conversations about stuff ever since I learned how to work AIM on my computer. It's fuuuuuuuuun.

If you are ever at the mall, and you run into Andrew, and he asks you what you're doing, and you ask him if he wants to know the embarrassing truth or an appealing lie, and he says "the truth," do not say "underwear shopping" because he will repeat this very loudly and it is entirely likely that a large group of people will walk by just then.

Not that I speak from experience.

Yesterday was Dawn's shower but Jaylon (did I spell that right?) wasn't there. It made me sad, since I've become addicted to toddlers recently. I want to kidnap Kevan, who can now say "nez" (French for nose) and count to ten in French, and will point to me if asked where is mother is in French (not "Where's your mother in French?" but "Ou est Maman?"). (Wow, I used the word French a lot just then). I've probably told that to about six thousand people since Tuesday, but I don't care. HE'S SO DURNED KEWT!

Yeah, you heard me. Durned.

CAITLIN SMASH!

I just lost my whole post to my computer's pissiness. Anger. Extreme ANGER. I'll put it up later. It's getting late.

Good night, you kings of the internet, you princes of blogger.

I've never even seen that movie.

Em's blog link has been added, on threat of tar and feathers.

More Quizilla. Why, yes, I am a loser.


Goddess of green. You probably prefer to be outside
where you can get some fresh air!


What element would you rein over? (For Girls)
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You are a Spaniard.


What's your Inner European?
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Conversely:


You are not European.


What's your Inner European?
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yoo luv em!


do yoo like bananas?
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I don't know why I took the banana test. I really don't.

Hey, do you ever get that feeling like there's a hair in your mouth, and it kind of feels like it's on your tongue and you're about to swallow it, only not really because it isn't there? That's weird.

You know what else happens to me a lot? I'll be in a really foul mood, but I won't notice until I realize I'm in a better mood. It catches me off-guard.
"Whoa! Was I pissed?"

I finished reading Haunted, Meg Cabot's new book. It's very different than her usual stuff, but very good. Mostly, it's more mature. And two hot guys got in a knock-down, drag-out fight, which I had a lot of fun visualizing. The way she writes it, though, you sometimes get the feeling you've missed something. Like a previous book, or something comme ca.

You aren't a true fan of this British actor. You
seem to just like him for his wondefully good
looks, so you are anything but obsessed (well,
you are obsessed with that face, those abs,
that hair...) You are one of those people who
just like his looks, and you could care less
about his personality or talent. Shame on you!
Read up on your Orli facts, get out and see
Black Hawk Down or Lord of the Rings (I
strongly recomend both!), or go out to see
Pirates of the Carribean when it hits theaters,
and you will realize what a great talent he is!
He's not all good looks you know! (But man is
that guy the hottest thing you have ever seen
or what??)


How obsessed are you with Orlando Bloom?
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Chris sent this to me. Apparently, I love only his body. I'm so ashamed of myself.

If you are someday presented with the opportunity to go to a Japanese book store, and while you are there you notice the manga section has the latest graphic novel of one of your favorites (still in Japanese), and you have enough money to purchase it.... don't. Because flipping through it, your thoughts will run something like this:
Ho, hum, pig's bum. I wish I knew more than FOUR CHARACTERS in this language...tra la la...oh, she looks cute...um...what's happening?... Who's that stud? Where are they going?.... Ooooo, she's so evil...I think. I can't understand what she's saying....Huh? What? No......... DEAR GOD NO!...WHAT DOES SHE THINK SHE'S DOING?!?!?!? I...must...learn...Japanese.....Gods, he's hot when he's crying.

Not that I speak from experience or anything.

Today at work, Robbie came to see me and he reeked. He smelled like our litter box on a hot day. And I was standing several feet away from him. It was that strong. Urgh.

So I ate lunch with Nick and Don today, and Don was trying to trade sammiches with Nick because he doesn't like all the jelly his mum puts on his PBJ. I usually end up eating it. So when Nick refused to give up his salami, I swapped Don's sandwich for mine. In exchange for PB and raspberry jam on wheat bread, I got PB and a whole mess of J on white bread. I asked Don if he could get his mum to make the sandwich on wheat next time, and he said sure. Tee hee. Then Nick asked me what time it was, and I looked at my wrist and realized I forgot my watch, so I said, "Skin Thirty." Don laughed and gave me a high five, but Nick just looked at me like I was crazy.

Mission accomplished.

I think today was "International Loiter At Jamaican Gardens Day." There were these two ladies (with a little girl) who literally wandered around the store for about three hours, and they didn't buy one single thing. I was ready to HURT them. HURT, I tell you.

I'm very keen on Grease right now, for some reason. I think it might have something to do with seeing The Guru last week. JOHN TRAVOLTA RAWKS!

Ahem.

We have a pet mouse in the French/Latin room now. It appeared in the Language office, and one of the Latin teachers saved it, and now the Latin kids take care of it. It's so adorable, if I wasn't sure it was positively brimming with disease, I'd kiss it. It's name is Archimedes (Madamoiselle wanted to name it Pascal, but she didn't save it, so she didn't get to name it). I love it. Huzzah!

I have been rocking to Hikki for fully a week now. Yes, life is good.

Went to Mitsuwa with Brad today. I bought Coconut Pocky, Almond Crush Pocky, and some Kasugai Peach Gummis. The kind with the funny descriptions on the package. The peach description isn't quite as good as the pinnapple or the muscat, but it's still good because it doesn't make any sense:
The peach is the fruit with the longest history in the Orient. Japan grows its own original kind, white peach. Enjoy the fresh, juicy flavor of real peaches in Kasugai's Peach Gummy.
The peach is kind? How nice to know Japan doesn't produce bully peaches.
It also sports a sticker on the front with a picture of a peach, some kanji, and "30%" with "fresh and juicy" below. We couldn't figure out what on earth we got 30% of.
Reading over the ingredients, the gummis contain more real fruit than any American candy ever has... but it also contains skim milk..... I'm a little disappointed, too, because Brad's Pinapple Gummis are heart-shaped, but my peach ones are just little globs. Life is so unfair.

They also had peanut, green tea, something called taroroot, and red bean flavored ice cream and ice cream bars. I couldn't for the life of me imagine who would eat peanut ice cream bars. Then we found these things in the drink section, but they were in foil pouches, and you could tell by squeezing them that they weren't liquid but gel. And there were several chocolate candies in the shape of various mushrooms and fungus. And there was carrot juice. And at the restaurant, we say a kids meal. At least, I think it was a kids meal. It said "Child Hamburg" on the sign by a plate that contained:
-What might have been a hamburger, but it had a fried egg on top, and no bun
-a pile of what looked like spaghetti, but there were peas in it
-I don't even want to know... it very closely resembled puke

Brad was kind enough to drive me to McDonald's afterwards so I could get some real food.

I went and saw Shanghai Knights with Chris and JJ yesterday, and as the credits started up, it occured to me:
Shanghai Knights...Sequel to Shanghai Noon.... WAIT! I GET IT! Shanghai Noon... HIGH NOON! It all makes SENSE now!

Pathetic, I know.

Anyway, Jackie Chan is so kewt. He reminds me of the middle-aged-Chinese-action-hero-little-brother I never had. There was one fight scene that involves an umbrella that I will love and worship for all my days. Think Dead Or Alive meets Singing In The Rain. YAY! (Dead or Alive is the fighting game that I am Lord and Master of. I even whuped Carl the other day. Go Caitlin, go Caitlin. It's your birthday, it's your birthday)

But we were sitting on the very corner right up front, and there were some pain-in-the-you-know-where middle schoolers behind us that we were ready to kill at a moment's notice. Plus we were looking up at the screen, so at times it was like we were looking up and down at the same time.

So I'll have to see it again from a proper angle and sans 13 year olds with verbal diarreah and death wishes. But it's ok, because I was in a really foul mood when we left the house, and I cheered up by the time the movie was over. Only Chris arrived half an hour later than she said she would, so I ended up bringing my waffle in her car when we went to go pick up JJ (because we were having breakfast for dinner, you see).

I can't begin to tell you what we did after the movie, though. Suffice to say my parents (or at least my dad) won't be letting Chris and me in a car again.

Eimile took the ACTs today at the high school. She took it in Mr Kuhl's room with lots of high schoolers, no doubt giving her funny looks. I'm so proud.

I had a dream last night that I went to the book store and Harry Potter #5 had come out, and I was all excited because it meant my copy would arrive in the mail soon. But the copy at the book store was weird. It was the same size and shape of #4, but it was bound on the short side, so it was long instead of tall. But I flipped through it and was all happy and stuff (although now I can't remember what my brain provided me in place of the actual story. It must have been good, though, because I loved it). Then, in my dream, I woke up and told Eliza about the dream, and she just rolled her eyes and told me not to be so obsessed with HP. Then I woke up for real. It's the first time I've ever had a dream-within-a-dream. It wasn't all that surreal.

I do believe Zoe would eat anything if given half the chance.

I am in the process of cleaning my room right now, and it is, as usual, an ordeal. Sometimes I get into this mood where I MUST CLEAN! And attack my room and clean it from top to bottom in every little way possible, usually over the course of a Saturday. Other times, I pick one thing to do, and take about a week doing it. The current objective is: Find my floor. It's an uphill battle.

This morning, Amy and Catie were comparing notes on how needy and annoying their respective boyfriends were. I said I couldn't contribute to the conversation, as I had never had one, and Amy said, "Yes, you have. You've had 3, only you keep them for an hour."
So I said, "Yes, love 'em and lose 'em, that's me. A real heart-breaker."
It seems Julia would agree, as she broke off our engagement today on the grounds that I'm cheating on her. Just because I also asked Andrew, Jill, and Chris to marry me... I told her I'd win her back. Yay! Love Triangles! Only Not Really!

I finally got my Hikaru Utada CD! It's soooooooooooooooo boss! Yes, I realize that the expression is horribly outdated, to the point that my using it is downright silly, but I was just remembering my favorite episode of the Earthworm Jim cartoon show, which featured Peter Puppy declaring a fight between Jim and Princess What's-Her-Name (this is her actual name, not my deplorable memory) "boss." Ah... that show was so bizarre, I loved it. Jim was an ordinary earthworm who somehow came across a suit that gave him superpowers (it fell on his head).The villains were great: there was Bob the Goldfish, a super genius fish with his army of overgrown mutant cat-servants(#1-9). And Professor Monkey-for-a-Head (alternately, Monkey Professor-for-a-Head, when it managed to turn itself upside down), the evil genius who happened to share the top of his head with a monkey. And Evil the Cat, an evil genius cat who is in charge of Heck (filling it with corporate lawyers and elevator music), and who once appeared on Jeopardy as part of a scheme to take over the world. Then, there was Queen Pulsating, Bloated, Festering, Sweaty, Pus-Filled, Malformed, Slug-For-A-Butt, who was quite a smart cookie when it came to evil plots (she wanted Jim's suit for herself, but how she was going to fit in it with a slug for a butt is beyond me). Princess What's-Her-Name was Queen Slug-For-A-Butt's not-at-all-indentical twin sister. Come to think of it, Jim's only non-evil-genius villain was Psycrow, which was just this random crow who was always trying to eat Jim back when he was just a regular worm, and who switched tactics to "shoot Jim with a blaster the size of Rhode Island" once he came upon his own super-suit. Or maybe he was just an evil space-crow. All I know is that he would often say, "I shall destroy you, and what not." My favorite will always be Professor Monkey-for-a-Head, however, because he was by far the weirdest. He had been cursed by the gods for stealing a scepter of power or something, and as punishment was turned into a breadmaker.
PSYCROW: That must be terrible!
PMFAH: It's not so bad. If I twist the monkey's tail, I get pumpernickel.
He also attended meetings of something like Alcoholics Anonymous, only it was more like People-With-Something-For-A-Head Anonymous. I think Accountant-Blue-Whale-For-A-Head was among them...
Ok, I have to stop talking about Jim now, or I'll get complaints from Mum.

You know what I miss? Feeding ducks. I think I'll find someplace ducky once the weather gets nicer.

There's a new kid at the Gardens, but he's not all that cute and he's only a sophmore. Sigh.

Amy's ditching Mike (I think) to go to the Winter Formal with me, and once again I'll have a full dance card next weekend. Being a social butterfly is exhausting.

It's really foggy out today. If you tried looking out of the windows facing the front lawn at school, all you saw was fuzzy whiteness. It was creepy. I kind of liked it.

The randomizer on my MP3 player doesn't really randomize. It just picks out some songs that it likes, then plays them over and over again in different orders. Pbth.

This happens to me a lot. They never believe you. Once again, I don't recommend looking at Penny Arcade unless you're a gamer (but also because they swear a lot and I don't want Mum to freak on me...but you didn't hear it from me).

Today we were talking about some of the stories Mum brings home from work, and I said that they were the only anti-drug campaign I ever needed. Kulsoom said I could've turned out the way I did, or else I could have ended up a total druggie. Sammi laughed at the idea of me on drugs, which I guess is completely unthinkable. Which it is, but I thought I was the only one who found it laughable, too.

On Friday I slept over at Kulsoom's house, which was much fun, especially as I neglected my dad's desire for me to eat Pakistani food until after they called out for pizza. Bwa ha ha. Kulsoom's dad is very nice. She had Kraft cheese in a can from Pakistan, which continues to blow my mind. She claims it was just cheese, but it was in a can and I swear it was watching me. Why in the name of pantyhose is cheese in a can over there? Hmm? Hmm? HMMM, I SAY! Also, I told Kasim (Soom, don't kill me if I spelled that wrong) that he should get a monocle (that, too).

Then on Saturday, Chris came over to take me to the movies, but she accidentally locked her keys in the car with the engine running. Oops. We had to wait for her dad to come to my house to let us in, and in the meantime, we watched Sealab. When we did manage to get into the car, we went and saw The Guru and then went shopping, although not in the mall, because, despite the fact that it was only 7, everything was inexplicably closed. Very weird. But we had fun. Fun like you wouldn't believe. Don't even try. It'll probably explode your brain if you do. So there.