I have a headache that would kill a lesser person (not that I'm such a great person, anyway). And it will NOT GO AWAY. I don't want to take anymore asprin. I feel like a druggie if I have more than one. You know what would make me feel better? A sock monkey to call my own. Or, failing that, some ice cream, preferably with a high chocolate content.
...
...
...
Well, my search of the freezer yielded no sock monkeys and depressingly little ice cream. But it will have to do.

I worked from 9 to 5 at the Gardens today, and my back and feet are ready to kill my brain while it sleeps. The parts of my body that don't do the thinking really hate the part that does.

Great Quotes from Unlikely Sources:

"Falling on your head can be mentally stimulating."
-Samurai Pizza Cats (Saturday morning cartoon show)

"You've been reading too many romance novels."
"You should talk! You're the one who thinks the paperboy likes you because he rides by your front door every morning!"
-Sailor Moon (English dub, normally atrocious)

"Oh man, I'm rich. I am so rich. Why I'm so rich, if I had a nickel for every dime I had, I'd still be rich."
- 8 Bit Theater (web comic)
I say this one at least once a week, for reasons even I'm not sure of. I'm sure Nik is pretty sick of it by now, but nothing can stop me. I am an unstoppable useless quote spouting fiend! Bwa ha ha ha ha.

Um... that's all I can remember for now. Expect more later. Or not.

My cool Barbie calendar (featuring outfit design sketches from the 50's and 60's, before you get concerned) has a funny picture of Barbie in her "Sheath Sensation" ensemble, which includes a hat that looks suspiciously like a colander (you know, that thing you drain your pasta in after you're done cooking it? Yeah, I have no idea how to spell that word). It looks extremely strange.

Hmmm. Maybe I'll go look up some more of those sketches. They look really cool and I want about half the outfits they designed for Barbie when she initially came out. I have this weird fixation with puffy skirts. I just really, really want one. Like Kosuke Fujishima's stuff (the master mind behind Oh My Goddess and You're Under Arrest). He draws all these coooooooool outfits that I wish I had, or at least could go out and buy at a reasonable price. The link takes you to an example of his art style, if you're interested. I'm not saying I'd wear that outfit in particular, but you get an idea of how cool his stuff is. Worship it with me. Yes. Because I said so. Well, you have no choice. You should have thought of that before you started visiting the site.

Which reminds me, I came up with a clothing idea that (to me) sounds nifty. See, it's like a regular skirt suit, or whatever they're called. Jacket/blazer thing, dress shirt, tie, straight skirt. Nothing unusual. The suit-y part is black or dark grey, with pink pinstripes. The dress shirt is pink, and the tie is black with three thin, diagonal pink stripes at the end. Black buttons on the shirt (at the cuffs, too). Now, coming out the bottom of the skirt is a slightly longer (I'd say 2 1/2 inches) under skirt, made out of the same material as the shirt, and has a little bit of a slit (only about an inch and a half) on one side and at the front that's buttoned with the same buttons as are on the shirt. So it's like the skirt is a sleeve around your legs, see? Cuz you know how you can see the cuffs of a shirt coming out from a jacket? It's like the same concept. I don't know. I'd wear it. Sounds pretty cool to me. But then, I thought of it. So I'm a little biased. And don't ask me about the pink. I just think black and pink look cute together. And it would be cool to see it in a business sort of context. I really like suits. I'm a dork that way.

Grrr, I'm always thinking up clothes I want, or seeing it on KiSS dolls, or something. Makes me wish I could sew. But after Mrs. Doucette sewed through her thumb last semester, I've been too afraid to go anywhere near Mum's sewing machine, let alone try anything on it. Not to mention the fact that I'd have no clue how to go about making the darn things.

I've noticed that although most of my friends are rather on the artsy/write-sy side, none of them draw (read as: doodle) or write as obsessively/compulsively as I do. I mean, I draw constantly, through nearly every class. And if I had a dollar for every time I wrote the sentence "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog" or the words to the song Duvet by Boa, Bill Gates would be crying himself to sleep every night. I'm probably on the low end of OCD, like Drea (who has a shrink friend who has practically diagnosed her with OCD, but says she's not bad enough to get any real help for it, since all she does is adjust her shower curtain a particular way). I can't help it. I get a piece of paper in front of me, and I absolutely HAVE to make my mark on it. And my Stats notes do NOT count as a mark.

Urg, I'm trying to download music, but it's taking FOREVER. Pbbbth.

So I had a revelation on Friday, while tagging "white angel" daisies and being soaked by the mister and trying not to knock myself out on the shelf of asparagus ferns scant inches above my head. And it went a little something like this:

Screw it.

So I expect to be in a monumentally better mood when I get back from break.

Today some lady with a British accent said, "Thank you, my love" when I rang her up. It was very strange. I always feel extremely weird when people say stuff to me like, "sweetie" or "honey" or "darlin'." I kind of assumed that was the sort of stuff you said to bartenders and waitresses whose butts you slap. Not a 17 year old in an oversized sweatshirt working the register at the local greenhouse.

But that might just be me.

You know what else is weird? I remember those GOD AWFUL videos they used to show us in 5th grade to try to teach us about our bodies and whatnot. Which was bad enough, but they were trying to make those poor kids starring in the things to reach out and relate to us. So there's this girl looking into the camera and she's saying in an embarrassed sort of way, "I heard my aunt and her friend talking about their flamingo tubes. When I asked her about it later, she told me it was Fallopian tubes." Sure. Because I know whenever I talk to my friends, the one subject we can never let go of is our Fallopian tubes. Oh, and what was up with that flamingo thing?... FLAMINGO? FLAMINGO?! Was she supposed to be twelve or five? I think the only reason the films they showed us looked so outdated was because they aren't released into schools for at least 10 years after they were made, so that no one the kids in them knows will see and recognize them. Furthermore, was I the only one suspicious of how enthusiastic those women were to teach us about the "wonder that is our body"? I would have felt a lot better if they had looked like they didn't want to be there as much as I didn't want to be there.

Anyway.

Today Bob had me filing old bills away, and I was just plugging along, doing what he had asked me to do, and he said, "How are you getting those done so fast? Oh yeah, I keep forgetting you're intelligent."

Sometimes I really do wonder what I'm doing there.

Oh yeah. I also wonder why I can't remember to go to the transcript office when my mum reminds me to about 6 million times, but I can remember lines from a movie I saw maybe once, several years ago. My brain works in mysterious ways. Not even I know what I'm thinking at any given moment.

Waffle party was yesterday. Was quite fun, except I felt a bit silly for being the only one in a bathing suit. Fortunately, I did have on boys' swim trunks and an oversized boy scout shirt on, too. So it wasn't like I was serving my friends waffles in a bikini.

And I bought my prom dress on Friday, so I tried it on and modeled it for everyone present. It's soooooooooooooooo pretty. And a steal at only 60 smackers. Yay!

I got my hug from Soom, so that was good. Lately I've had the lowest self-esteem on the planet. I keep thinking I'm a bad friend. I've been informed that I'm not, and it's because I'm such a good friend that people try to protect me. This is all well in good in theory, but in practice it has just made me miserable and self-conscious. But I'm working on it.

So I've been bouncing between Soom's anti-war posts and Chris' anti-anti-war ones, and I have to say, I'm going with Soom on this one. War is, in a word, icky. And we have a total nut log for a president right now, so...yeah. Yeesh. A girl in my French class said she was never listening to the Dixie Chicks again, because they said they were ashamed Dubya was a Texan. We have a lot of rabid-- I mean, avid Bush supporters in that class, which I personally find downright terrifying.

Well, that's enough of that. I sat for Kevan tonight, and I'm going to see Dawn and Jax (and Gary too?) tomorrow. Not to mention hopefully purchase the Princess Diaries # 4. So tomorrow promises to be alright.

Chris helped me fix my picture of a guy so that his head didn't look so dumb. Everyone (Chris and Eliza) says it looks better. But now I think it's a bit on the big side. Ah, well.

Oh, yeah! When Eliza puts her hair up in the one ponytail on the top of her head, she reminds me of a pinapple, so her other other name now is Anana, which is the French word for...
wait for it...
PINEAPPLE!

Wow. I'll stop now. Honest.

Kulsoom made me feel better today, so I'm going to give her a hug tomorrow. You hear me, Soom? A HUG! And there's nothing you can do about it. Bwa ha ha ha hahahahahahahahahahahah.

Ahem.

So I had a pretty crappy day today. But Mum and Soom and all my friends made me feel better. Yay!

Um.. I drew a cute picture of a boy yesterday, but it was hard. I can never figure out what to do with their hair. You can't give them big, cool, elaborate hair like girls, cuz then they just look
a) ridiculous
b) tragically feminine
So I tried drawing him with smaller hair, but then it just looked like someone had dumped a bucket of water (or something similarly wet) on his head. Sigh.

Today Andrew pulled out his keys and said, "I've found the key to your heart."

Turns out my heart is a Volvo.

Go to Return To Sender if you value your life. Cuz if you don't, I will hurt you. It's a reeeeeeeeeeeally cool webcomic. Yeah, I'm aware that I'm a total webcomic freak. So sue me. But trust me, you'll love Return To Sender, especially if you like this site. Why, you may ask? Because one of the characters (Colette) is me. Pretty much, anyway. I wuv her. But I'm not as cool as her, because she has a shirt with a picture of a piece of toast on it, and I do not. I consider myself deprived.

I drew a cute picture of a skinny skater girl with a teeny bow in her short, spikey hair. I think her name is Morgan. "But Caitlin," you say. "Skaters do not wear bows in their hair. That would just be silly. She is not a skater girl." But you're WRONG! She is, because I say she is! Plus, she's got on an enormous pair of pants. What more proof do you need? WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!?!?!

Chris, Andrew, JJ, and I went out yesterday. It was lots of fun. And for once, Chris and I didn't have a wacky misadventure in her car. The problem was that neither of us have a really good sense of direction, but we worked out a system. See, Chris knew where I lived, and I knew where Andrew lived, and he knew where JJ lived, and she knew how to get to the mall from there, so we were all set! When we went to get Andrew, we got out of the car and went up to his door, but he didn't have a doorbell, so we didn't know what to do. So we were knocking kind of lightly on the door and trying to figure out what to do since no one was answering, and then we turned around and there he was, standing behind us and eating a sandwich. I think Chris and I suffer simultaneous heart attacks. Anyway, we spent about .5 seconds at the mall, then practically moved into Chili's (we had a cute scruffy waiter. But he did look like he showered on a regular basis, so Drea should be proud of me), then we went to the Full Moon, and basically just made a big mess on the table. Whee! Andrew and I were being really goofy, and Chris said it was a good thing neither of us did drugs, because then who knows what we would be capable of. See, cuz Andrew was trying to balance two forks on a toothpick stuck in the salt shaker (he succeeded, too), then he put the two forks in his fist so a handle stuck out of either side of his hand, and we decided it looked like his hand had ears, so he put his hand up by my face and said, "I'm a little deaf in my left ear, so try to talk into the right." Then we saw some girls from our gym class on the other side of the restaurant, so he went over there to do the fork-toothpick-salt shaker trick with them, and he was taking forever, so I went over and said in a gruff voice, "This guy giving you trouble?" and we pretended I was dragging him off (wouldn't I make a great bouncer? Not). Then I found a sign that said "Watch your step" so I stared at the...er...step, and Andrew joined me.

Oh, and while we were at the mall, we went to Game Stop and Andrew bough Star Fox, but it was taking a really long time, and apparently I had gotten on the clerks nerves, only I didn't realize it until Chris and Andrew pointed it out to me, so I felt really bad.

Anyway, the point is, we were gone from about 6 to 12:30.

Also, it became very clear to poor Chris, JJ, and Andrew that I am extraordinarily thick. I mean, really. Just pathetically so. I don't mind. I think it's funny, and it always seems to amaze, so it's a fun conversation starter, too.

So, yeah, there you go. Oh wait, go here. It will terrify and confuse you, in the best possible way. Chris finds the strangest things....

At this point, it would not be much of a stretch to say that’s I’m obsessive-compulsive. I spent all day yesterday cleaning my room and doing my laundry, which in itself is not terribly concerning. The weird bit is that this clean-mania spread, so that I was clearing out files in my computer, and then organizing them, and creating new folders for various things…. And then I went through over 200 mp3s on my computer and renamed them song first, then artist, so that they would be in the proper order. And then I got started on the image files….

All in all, I had a pretty busy day.

Ever stop and wonder what the heck MC Hammer was talking about when he said, “2 Legit To Quit?” What is that supposed to mean?

Pottery Barn has a new branch: PBTeen. I’m all over that bad boy. I’m going to request a catalog, but since I’m an employee, they won’t send me one. Which means I get to make up an alias in order to dupe the man at Pottery Barn. Won’t that be fun?

Yes. Yes, it will.

And now some wacky quotes, because I said so. I like to go poking around the internet for these things. You never know what you’ll find.

Douglas Adams

"There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened."

"You live and learn. At any rate, you live."

"Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so."

"In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move."

"Life... is like a grapefruit. It's orange and squishy, and has a few pips in it, and some folks have half a one for breakfast."


Woody Allen

"I took a speed reading course and read 'War and Peace' in twenty minutes. It involves Russia."

"Thought: Why does man kill? He kills for food. And not only food: frequently there must be a beverage."

"If only God would give me some clear sign! Like making a large deposit in my name in a Swiss bank.”

"It's not that I'm afraid to die, I just don't want to be there when it happens."

"If it turns out that there is a God, I don't think that he's evil. But the worst that you can say about him is that basically he's an underachiever."

"It is impossible to travel faster than the speed of light, and certainly not desirable, as one's hat keeps blowing off."

"Eternal nothingness is fine if you happen to be dressed for it."

"Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon."

"Interestingly, according to modern astronomers, space is finite. This is a very comforting thought-- particularly for people who can never remember where they have left things."

"His lack of education is more than compensated for by his keenly developed moral bankruptcy."


Scott Adams

"The creator of the universe works in mysterious ways. But he uses a base ten counting system and likes round numbers."


Dave Barry

"Thus the metric system did not really catch on in the States, unless you count the increasing popularity of the nine-millimeter bullet."

"What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death."


George Carlin

"Weather forecast for tonight: dark."

"I'm not concerned about all hell breaking loose, but that a PART of hell will break loose... it'll be much harder to detect."


Calvin and Hobbes

"Talking with you is sort of the conversational equivalent of an out of body experience."


John Cleese

"I find it rather easy to portray a businessman. Being bland, rather cruel and incompetent comes naturally to me."


Anonymous Graffito

"God is not dead but alive and well and working on a much less ambitious project."


Unknown

"A gentleman is a man who can play the accordion but doesn't."

"Accident, n.: A condition in which presence of mind is good, but absence of body is better."

"Advertising may be described as the science of arresting the human intelligence long enough to get money from it."

"All power corrupts, but we need the electricity."

"An effective way to deal with predators is to taste terrible."

"Any sufficiently advanced bureaucracy is indistinguishable from molasses."

"Cats are intended to teach us that not everything in nature has a function."

"People are more violently opposed to fur than leather because it's safer to harass rich women than motorcycle gangs."

"The human race is faced with a cruel choice: work or daytime television."


Jewish proverb

"If God lived on earth, people would break his windows."


An English Professor

"I am returning this otherwise good typing paper to you because someone has printed gibberish all over it and put your name at the top."

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

Amy and I went to the hospital today and visted Dawn and Gary and Jax. I got to hold him. Aw, he was all pink and tiny and sleepy. He had an enormous yawn. Jax has blue eyes right now. Gary tried to show me, but he had to pry the poor boy's eyes open and even then we could only see a little bit. But still. Yay!

I'm telling just about everyone:

"Hey, guess what? I have a new cousin!" And they just give me funny looks. But I don't care. Yay!

You're the loving smile,the one that is entirely
devoted to others,especially that one
person.You really can't get them out of your
head,but then,you don't really want to.


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I retook the smile test. I think this one applies to me, too... hmm.

Dawn had her baby today! Yay! Um... I don't know if he has a middle name but his name as far as I know he is Jaxon Hicks, and he's 7lbs 8 oz and he's 19 inches. Er... Poor Dawn's about my size, so I imagine that wasn't much fun, but hey. Let's welcome my newest cousin-beast into the world. Here goes:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAX!

I have a warm fuzzy feeling. How about you?

Oh, yeah. It was Daddy's birthday yesterday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DADDY!

Love, Caitlin

The words to Broke, one of my favorite songs:

Now fellas, just you fellas
Listen to me, I got something to tell ya
You see these fine chicks parading around town?
Struttin' their fine selves all around
Well, Jack, they just don't know
What it's like to be out of dough

Broke, broke
Ain't got no dough
Broke, broke
Ain't got no dough

Well, you wake up in the morning cuz you just can't sleep
Ain't got enough money to buy something to eat
Your landlord's banging on your front door
To collect the back rent that you still owe
So you stumble off to work in a morning haze
Hoping your boss might give you a raise
When you get to your desk, you look in your box
There's a little pink slip that says you are laid off

Well, it's no capital crime
If you ain't got a dime
If all your money's gone
Jack, you better stay home
Broke, broke
Ain't got no dough
Broke, broke
Ain't got no dough

Well, it's down to the bar to drink away your trouble
With your last two bucks, you order a double
Pretty soon, you're feelin' a little bit better,
When in walks a chick in a hot pink sweater
You eye her up and down and offer her a smoke
Man, this ain't no time to be so damn broke
She's one of them cute little down-town office types
You know she's ready, willing, and right

Well, it's no capital crime
If you ain't got a dime
If all your money's gone
Jack, you better stay home
Broke, broke
Ain't got no dough
Broke, broke
Ain't got no dough

What'll it be? says the barkeep
Give the lady whatever she wants
I may be broke, but I'm not cheap
And she says...
I'll have a Jack Daniels with a shot of gin
A Couvasier and some Dom Perrignon
Two shots of Gold, and don't forget the lime
A bourbon, a beer, and your finest French wine
A cherry walker black, with a splash of soda
A bottle of vermouth and some chilled Russian vodka
An Irish coffee, just to keep me awake
And another shot of whiskey, just for old time's sake

Well, it's no capital crime
If you ain't got a dime
If all your money's gone
Jack, you better stay home

She went on, she said....
I'll have a B&B and some Irish mist
A bottle of cabernet and some Perrier le twist
A pina colada and a mai tai would be nice
And a Long Island iced tea, hold the ice
Well, man, right then and there I knew I was in trouble
So I headed for the back and I got out of there on the double
But I got a little advice
For those guys who are broke, and wanna be nice

Well, it's no capital crime
If you ain't got a dime
If all your money's gone
Jack, you better stay home
Say, it's no capital crime
If you ain't got a dime
If all your money's gone
Jack, you better stay home
All Alone

Of course, with my anything-but-extensive knowledge of drinks, I probably got 75% of those names wrong, but you get the idea.

And now, If I Had A Million Dollars, by the Bare Naked Ladies:

If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you a house
(I would buy you a house)
If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you furniture for your house
(Maybe a nice chesterfield or an ottoman)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you a K-Car
(A nice Reliant automobile)
If I had million dollars I'd buy your love.

If I had a million dollars
I'd build a tree fort in our yard
If I had million dollars
You could help, it wouldn't be that hard
If I had million dollars
Maybe we could put like a little tiny fridge in there somewhere
You know, we could just go up there and hang out
Like open the fridge and stuff
There would be already be foods laid out for us
Like little pre-wrapped sausages and things
They have pre-wrapped sausages
But they don't have pre-wrapped bacon
Well, can you blame them?
Yeah!

If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you a fur coat
(But not a real fur coat, that's cruel)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you an exotic pet
(Like a llama or an emu)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you John Merrick's remains
(All them crazy elephant bones)
And If I had a million dollars I'd buy your love.

If I had a million dollars
We wouldn't have to walk to the store
If I had a million dollars
We'd take a limousine 'cause it costs more.
If I had a million dollars
We wouldn't have to eat Kraft Dinner
But we would eat Kraft Dinner
Of course we would, we’d just eat more
And buy really expensive ketchups with it
That’s right, all the fanciest dijon ketchups
Mmmmmm

If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you a green dress
(But not a real green dress, that's cruel)
And if I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you some art
(A Picasso or a Garfunkel)
If I had a million dollars
(If I had a million dollars)
I'd buy you a monkey
(Haven't you always wanted a monkey?)

If I had a million dollars
I’d buy your love

If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollars
If I had a million dollars, If I had a million dollars
I'd be rich

You're the cheerful smile,the one that's truly
happy with almost everything you do and would
never change your life.


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Good golly, miss Molly, I'm cute. Wook at dat kewt widdle pout. Awwwwwwww.

I'm sick as a very sick thing right now. Wheee. Um... Chris gave me this Call Me Princess thing to read, and it's the girliest thing I've ever experienced. I mean, it's really, REALLY girly. But cute. And sweet. I have the massive cavities to prove it.

Talking of cavities:


Sweet Milk Pocky! You're an elitist, since you're
not really suited to the American taste. You're
sweet, as your name implies, but sometimes you
do get a little haughty.


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I don't really know where they got the "elitist" bit from, though. I like to think of myself as a pretty open-minded, equal-opportunity nut job. But maybe that's just me.



Strawberry Pocky! You're energetic and you probably
bounce around a lot. You're also a bit naive,
and you probably fall in love easily.


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I tried it again. I like this description of me better, but I couldn't pass up the cow graphic on the milk Pocky box. I kind of wish I'd gotten Men's Pocky, since that's my favorite, but that would be pretty warped, wouldn't it?

I'm listening to Ella Fiztgerald's Isn't It Romantic? It's a really sweet song. I love it. Listen to Ella. Now. I mean it. Don't make me come over there.

I think my buzz words for today are "really" and "sweet." They're all over the page, and I've barely written anything. Oh, well.

I want to put a big "For Sale" sign on the school, like Dave the Laugh did in Dancing In My Nuddy Pants. It would be very amusant (funny/ entertaining).

Hey! New Princess Diaries book (Princess In Waiting) due out the 25th. (And a Princess Lessons book, too!) I'm all over that one. Oooo, new Billy Chaka book, Dreaming Pachinko, on May 3. Not for a while yet, but I can wait. I'm so excited! Maybe I can win an advance copy of that one, too. (Nik and I still need to find out his address and stalk him. He lives in Chicago, you know. Dancey-dance.) I need to learn to spend less money on books. MUST SAVE MONEY. Nope, my attempt to hypnotize myself into saving money didn't work. I'm bad at this.



Fuzzy Coconut! You are a fuzzy coconut. You live on
Glucose and live in a tree like a crazy mofo
with leprosy. You have been mistaken for a
bowling ball and probably identify with the
Lion King because they sing "I've got a
lovely bunch of coconuts.."


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And when I'm up in the big palm tree in the sky, some nutty English bloke can prance around the countryside banging my two sides together and pretend he's a horse. Daddy got the Monty Python And The Quest For The Holy Grail special edition DVD, and there's a message from the "British Food Advisory Board" or something, that details the various uses of coconut shells. You don't know comedy until you see Micheal Palin and another, random old man prancing around a desk in business suits, a la MPQHG.

Remotely related: I always thought that, while John Cleese was the most brilliant Pythoner (with Graham coming in at a close second), Micheal Palin was the cutest. Now that they're all older, he's evolved into a cute old man. Which is quite the compliment from me, considering the paranoid old-people-phobe I am.

Neutral:
Harmony and balance is key. You don't look at the
world in a negative or positive way and you'll
never judge or assume a situation- you just
look at the facts. People like you are peaceful
and accepting.


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This sounds like me... I think. Maybe.

Today Don informed me that he and Nick were "thugs" because they, in back, with nothing else to do, could assemble more skids of four inch pots than I, up front and dealing with customers, could. The only response I could think of was to tell them that I was speechless. Which is true. Those boys are really quite crazy. I worry about their health. Maybe they are inhaling peat or pesticides. Or maybe they are just crazy boys.

The new girl who was supposed to come in today so I could start training her so I could be in the greenhouses instead of up front this summer didn't come in. So I guess I will have to wait to see the mysterious and elusive "Lauren." If that even is her real name.

I told the guy who did the Improv workshop at Dimensions that "No one can comprehend the enigma that is Eliza." He thought that was very funny.

I told my cousin Mike that when I was younger, I didn't understand the "Leggo my Eggo" ad campaign because I thought they meant Lego as in the toy. Mike said, "You can use waffles with Legos? It's like having your fun and eating it too!" Which we both thought was monumentally clever. Then he gave me a list of places I must never go and people I must never talk to while in U Of I.

I wanted to buy the Magic Knight Rayearth art books, because Clamp did a lot of the pictures in Art Nouveau style, which is my obsess-- I mean, interest of the moment. But the Borders I went to, while it had just about everything else, didn't have it. So I read some Peach Girl (YAY!), and looked through an Inu Yasha issue, then bought INVU and Angelic Layer. Drea was with us, and she put a muscle mag on top of my pile and handed me a fiver so I could buy it for her. I told the guy behind the counter that it wasn't mine and he said, "Sure. You say you buy it for the articles, but you're really just checking out the guys." And he wouldn't believe it was Drea's. The world hates me.

But I don't hold that against it.

I heard it was a nice day on Saturday. I wouldn't know. We got up before the sun rose, and for a while it was shaping up to be pretty nice. The sun was making the sky all pink and stuff... but then I drifted off for a while, and when I woke up, it was white outside the window. You could see about three feet outside, and that was it. It was also unforgivably cold and icky out, and Mum and Drea had insisted on dressing me up for the occasion. Whee, doggies. What an awesome adventure to tell my grandkids one day.

Errr... did I mention Saturday Mum and Drea took me to U of I for a whatsis regarding the President's Award Program or whatever? That way, the stuff I wrote up there will make a lot more sense.

I was supposed to get up at 7:15 today, which is when my alarm goes off. But instead I got up at 5:30, all on my own, and couldn't get back to sleep. It was the most tragic thing to happen to me in weeks. Whose body gets them up at the crack of dawn on a Sunday, I ask you? My body is so heartless. Only not really, because then I'd be pretty screwed, wouldn't I?

Which tarot card are you?

Andrew showed me this slogan generator.
I typed in my name and got "All The Caitlin A Man Could Need," or something along those lines.
It's fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun.

Mr Beck is so cool. I got in trouble with him once for spinning a ruler on a pencil during his "Do not play with the supplies" speech. But that was in first grade. I'm older and wiser now. Well, older, anyway.

The last of Dimensions was yesterday. I really loved Tai Chi. I think I'll take a class. The lady also gave me some streches to do for me wee little knees, which was nice of her.

Then I had Capoeira, followed, in theory, by lunch. But it was soooooooooo cool, and there was a guy in the group who was sooooooooo hot that Nikolas and I just skipped lunch and watched it again. Yay! One of the guys in the group had a cool shirt that said "Capo-Eira" in the Coco Cola font. It was nifty.

I showed Andrew Exploding Dog and he loved it. I am so cool.

Er... I really can't think of much to say today. I have to get up early tomorrow (I have to go down to Champaign again), so I'll see you squares later.

Yay! New layout. You are astounded, no?

NO?

Well, shut up. No one cares what you think, anyway.

I feel as though I have failed you, my friends. The fourth installment of "Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging" came out, and I was not aware until recently. Fortunately, I went out and bought it (it came with free lip gloss. Coolsville). I'm done reading it, Amy's got it for now, but after that, it's up for whoever wants it. Hoorah.

And now, back by popular demand, more quotes from the Kids At The Back Of The Class:

"Name one person who could pull off 'Bruce.'"
"Bruce Springsteen."
"Damn it, you're right. What about 'Lance?'"
"Nah, you've got to be a pimp to pull off 'Lance.'"

"Next time you threaten me, try not to stutter."

"That was the meanest thing I've ever said. I meant it, though."

"Do you acknowledge the fact that your sister is incredibly hot?"
"NO!"

Hee hee. I love those guys. Even though I sit in the back in the class, I keep all my comments to myself. I'm a poser KIBC. Actually, today in Humanities, I sat next to Jeff Chaplind (did I spell that right? Probably not), who's kind of like a KIBC with class. I adore this boy completely. It was fun to sit next to him and listen to him. While people were arguing about the Bush administration and the war on Iraq, I was doodling and copying down random words from the conversation in a fancy font. Jeff noticed that I was putting down a lot of the stuff he said (like when he called the British "a bunch of Nancies") and then he got bored and started making up love triangles between the doodles on my paper ("OK, his name is Matt and he's in love with her, Sally. But Sue hates Sally and loves Matt"). Then he decided that since it was drawn in anime style, at least one of them needed blue hair. I designated Matt for that honor. I asked if he liked Homestar Runner (go here, because it rocks. I'm going to marry Strong Bad), since in one of the Strong Bad Emails, he converts the animation to a "Japanese Cartoon," and claims an important element in all anime is blue hair. Yes, I realize that Homestar is an extremely stupid site, but I love it, I can't help myself. Anyway, Jeff said he loved it, too. And then we talked about Tenacious D and then it was time to go. So today's Humanities class was pretty cool.

Dimensions was rather disappointing today. But tomorrow we have Tai Chi with Soom and Capoeira. Which should RAWK.

I asked the new student art teacher, Mr Hay, if he liked the Marx Brothers, and HE DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WAS TALKING ABOUT. It was the most tragic thing ever. I'm very disappointed in him. How far does he expect to get in the world if he doesn't know who the Marx Brothers are?

The other day a girl in my chemistry class asked Mr Kash why nuclear war was bad. She didn't know that people tend to be vaporized if they're too close to ground zero. I don't mean to sound...er...mean... but the ignorance of some people can be really surprising. Call me paranoid, but I've made a careful mental catalog of anything and everything that can turn me into a handful of atoms floating on the wind. But maybe that's just me.

I do wish the rod up my bum would just go away. It's starting to get on my nerves now. I feel like crap and the only thing that will make me feel better is spending quality time with a small child who knows how to count to ten in French. It's a good think I babysit Kevan tomorrow.

Apparently, I am depressed. I needed Mum to point this out to me, as I was not aware of it myself. I've learned that "depression" means "sleeping lots and eating not-so-lots." Which is basically a 180 from my usual lifestyle: Sleep only once I pass out from exhaustion and inhale whatever i find remotely palatable around me. So at least I'm getting a nice change of pace while I'm at it.

But really, I keep getting told I need to let it go, but I honestly can't think of any good reason to. It seems too much like stopping caring. If that makes any sense, which is unlikely.

I wish I could dance. I would be so cool if I could dance. Which reminds me of this line from a cool line from Sealab:
"Could my jumpsuit be blue? I'd really like to wear blue for a change. Cuz when I wear blue, I'm like the wind. A hot, Latin wind."

Only not.

Chris told me one of her brother's friends has a crush on me. Awwww. A widdle freshman wikes me. Kinda weird, but that's ok.

Them Soom told me her brother is, in all likelyhood, scared of me because I am a weirdo-scary senior who keeps telling him to get a monocle. I'm so cool.

And now, some Groucho Marx quotes, because he, along with Kermit the Frog and whoever invented the Slinky, is my GOD:

"I sent the club a wire stating, PLEASE ACCEPT MY RESIGNATION. I DON'T WANT TO BELONG TO ANY CLUB THAT WILL ACCEPT ME AS A MEMBER."

"I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception."

"Either this man is dead or my watch has stopped."

"It isn't necessary to have relatives in Kansas City in order to be unhappy."

"Those are my principles, and if you don't like them... well, I have others."

"I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it."

"I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book."

"My mother loved children -- she would have given anything if I had been one."

Until we meet again. >^.^<

Hey. Go here. See my fanart. Bask in the drawn-and-colored-at-11-at-night-while-extremely-sleep-deprived goodness. And read Minui. Tis good.

BRAD TRIED TO KILL ME!

Nikolas came over, and we were talking and eating, and then we saw the green pocky that he had given me, and we were all like, "Hmm... what flavor is this?" and I thought maybe it was mint, but then we sniffed it and it WASN'T mint (Nik says it smelled like coconut or frosting) but we didn't know what it was, so we both bit into it at the same time, or logic being that if we died, at least we were going to go out together. And it was GREEN TEA flavor.

Gagrhahauaughahhuahaljjgfdhklfjioacnea,.fdjkaslrueiojfdla. Ick.

So Brad, no more assassination attempts, please. Thank you.... Mmm... maybe I can pass it off to Eimile before she gets a chance to read this....

Nik and I had bonding-time tonight. We were trying to figure out why we are friends. We were having a very hard time. Turns out, we just are.

Her poetry teacher calls her Nikolas. I'm so proud. ::Shiny Happy Proudy::

I'm in the worst mood known to man right now. So far I've heard two commercials that piss me off royally: One advertising that their weightloss-whatsis will get you slim and sexy without eating right or exercising, and one claiming that drinking their particular brand of beer will get you a date with a hot blondes.

Senior year is not the fun-packed party-whatever that everyone claims it is. It suuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucks. Or maybe it just seems like it right now. All I want to do is hide under some sheets or a rock somewhere. I would say under my bed, but things get pretty cramped down there with just one cat, and given their tendency to follow me around, having the both of them under there with me would mean we'd have limbs sticking out of odd places.

I think I'll go get a slurpee.

The Rainbow Connection

Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we’ve been told and some choose to believe it
I know they’re wrong, wait and see
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me

Who said that every wish would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it
Look what it’s done so far
What’s so amazing that keeps us star-gazing
And what do we think we might see?
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me

All of us under its spell
We know that it’s probably magic

Have you been half-asleep, and have you heard voices
I’ve heard them calling my name
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it
It’s something that I’m supposed to be
Someday we’ll find it, the rainbow connection
The lovers, the dreamers, and me

This song is my life right now. This is why Kermit the Frog is my god.

Also, I don't think I made it clear in my last post: My mum bakes her macaroni, which is a wonderful and delicious thing to do. She does not put bread hunks on it, which is a crime against humanity.

Martha Stewart is such a freak. I was watching her show on the Food Network, and she was making macaroni and cheese "the way her mother used to make." But if that's the case, she inherited her freakiness from her mom. She put nutmeg and cayenne pepper in the cheese sauce, saying, "I think nutmeg is a very important ingredient in macaroni and cheese." Then she topped in with bread hunks (she claimed they were "crumbs" but they were enormous) before baking it (which is how my mum makes it, so that's OK). But then she served it with a big glop of sour cream on it. And claimed it was delicious. Good Lord, that woman is insane. And not in the good way.