Now that gives a new spin to things, hmmm?

Hey there kiddies. Just to let you know, I am no longer a glorious chocolatey brown brunette. Those days of sweetness all rolled up into one big ball of hair colour have come and gone, and now, as I sit here listening to Nirvana (David Grohl is sooo my freakin' GOD!) I have once again fallen in love with having blue black hair. It helps me get in touch with the darkness within. I feel more impowered (although, for right now. As soon as I get adjusted I will return to being the same old Caitlin that you all know...and hopefully adore. Sigh...It's so hard to be this amazing). Now all I have left is to trim my glorious tresses. The more I think about it, the more I want some shorter...you know, around chin length, or a little shorter. Something cute and slightly punky (although I could never pull off punk). But part of me wants to stay fairly long. Meh, we shall see how I feel when I'm sitting in the chair. It'll be a change, whatever happens, that's for darn tootin'. Ah, the diversity of hair. More strangeness yet to come.

Addictions Are Never Pretty

I have recently become an addict. I know that this is a little hard to believe. But it happens to the best of us. You start off with it being just a way to loosen up and have a little fun. Next thing you know, you're ignoring everything else in the pursuit of the next hit. However, I am lucky. I have come to grips with my addiction and have decided to use this blog as my forum to overcome. Hello. My name is Caitlin, and I'm addicted to Paper Mario. I know, many of you have a similar problem, perhaps a different game, but the same problem. Jamie and her addiction to Animal Crossing (which she overcame might I add, a round of applause to her), Chawn and her addiction to Kya/Red Ninja/Fatal Frames (I am here for you, and not just because we live together...but that is a big reason), Mike and his obvious addiction in the making to Final Fantasy X (it's ok Mike, we've all been there), and there are many more...though not that many. We are an exclusive bunch, but we will accept any who needs our help. Do not be afraid to stand up and shake off the shackles of your gaming addictions! Stand tall and be proud! We are the few who face our problems head on, go to the fridge, grab another drink and head back to the console! We are the few, the weezing, the gamers! May all you jocks live in fear of our superior hand eye coordination and geekiness. Our brains outweigh your massive muscles. We shall inherit the earth! Or at least really pale skin and an aversion to bright lights. We are the few, the weak, the intelligent. We are the gamers. I don't think this helped my addiction at all. More strangeness yet to come.

Back to my usual hate the world cynacism...ain't life grand?

I don't like people. At least not today. There's nothing really that anyone has done, or hasn't done, today to make me upset with the whole of the human race. It's just one of those days where getting up in the morning is enough reason to wish a pox upon all you meet, friend and foe alike. Ok, not friend...but definately foe. And maybe some of those neutrals in between...you know, the possible friends or foes that you just haven't met yet. I like to cover all my bases. Not really. I'm just in a gloomy sort of mood. The horrible weather, coupled with the job action (which is probably on Friday, but would have been so much better today), really has just kinda thrown me off. Don't get me wrong. I completely support the teachers (I've probably already written this). My mother is a teacher, and my father was a principal (he's a prince and a pal...hahaha...yeah, that was bad) until he retired. I understand all the troubles that they've been going through and I think that they are in the right and need our support. Yay teachers! Boo job action on the wrong day. But that will make for a four day weekend for me. Yay job action. Wow...I'm even confusing myself today. Damn me. But don't worry. I'll get over this and will soon be back to my usual joyous and cheery self. At least for Chawn's sake I hope so. All I need is some good tunes (usually something along the lines of Foo...glorious Foo) and some snuggle time with Cloud. He's so cute when he's cuddly. So's Matteo. However, that time will not come for at least another three hours, so I'll be a barrel of friggin' monkeys til then. More strangeness yet to come.

New topic

As my last topic seems to remain one of heated discussion, I have decided to move on from it and if anyone has any difficulty deciphering what it was I meant, please feel free to ask me. I will be happy to explain it to you. I had rather hoped that there would be a strike at the university tomorrow. Yes, I know I pay good money to attend these classes, get angry at the grades I get, stressed about the papers, and completely rundown from the hours I keep, but really, I just don't want to go to school tomorrow. Of course, this may have something to do with the presentation I have to do (which by the way, I just squeezed out in about half an hour...yikes). However, it is on a tv show, so I have at least some shred of confidence. Other news, of which I am really really giddy, I am quitting my job on Friday. And for all you practical people out there: no, I do not have another job lined up. I did hand out a whole bunch of resumes today though, and a couple of places seemed really promising (House of Knives anyone? Hoping for it...and yes Ty, I will share my employee discount). I just came to the realization that minimum wage is not enough money to be unhappy. That, and I wasn't even getting angry about the crap that my boss regularly pulls anymore and that was a big warning sign. So, alas, on Friday, I shall let go of my dream of being the ultimate gamer(which to be honest, was never a possibility because, as everyone who knows me is aware of, I would rather have something horrible happen to me, such as all my Buffy and Angel dvds and my manga burned before my very eyes, than ever play the evil contraption that people have so wonderfully named the X-Box. Again, if you want my reasons, ask me...but only if you have an hour or so to listen to me rant. That's another blog all in itself.) (wow...that was way to long of an aside...point anyone?) and give up on EB Games. I will of course still shop there, (I'm not completely turning my back on the gaming community) I just won't partake in all the stress that goes on behind closed doors. As William Wallace once said: "FREEDOM!" Jamie, feel free to kill me for the use of the quotation. More strangeness yet to come.

Sexual Preference, or lack there of

Ok, here's to clear up a few misconceptions that people seems to be having right now. I have recently become a-sexual. Now before everyone starts having a fit, and before my mom calls me up in a confused panic, it's not what it sounds. What I refer to as being a-sexual is not what it is in the animal kingdom. I do not believe that I'm going to have kids with myself, I do not believe that I don't need someone else in my life. What it means is that I don't need anyone else in my life right now. I will eventually find someone and be very happy (at least that's the plan). But for now, I just can't handle guys. They annoy me too much. And I could never be a lesbian. I mean, way too much emotional stuff, pms, and besides that, Jamie is right...I just don't have it in me. So that's not for me. So right now I am focusing on me (much as I always do). I am looking at who am I now, and who I would like to be in the future (you know, besides spendidly beautiful, wealthy, and extraordinarily happy with my gorgeous husband and two point three kids...try to figure that one out) and try to get to that point. It doesn't mean, as more than one person seems to think, that I'm giving up on love. Quite the contrary. I'm not much of a romantic (or at least I like to pretend I'm not), but I will never give up on love. I just think it's equally important to love yourself first. So, yes one day I will fall in love with some one, but today I'm going to fall for me. And I'm gonna fall hard. More strangeness yet to come.

For James

My oldest friend asked me to publish some poems here. So here you go Jamie...enjoy the darkness of my angsty poems....egads.

Trapped.
Chained by the wrists.
Bound by this impotent state of virginity.
Imprisoned by the last of those who know nothing.
The blind monks
Watch over all, ever faithfully
Waiting to strike with numbed fingers.


That's all for now. Poetry is not my strong point, so don't hold it against me. More strangeness yet to come.

Rage-oholic

I don't know why exactly, but for the last little while I've been fairly angry. At life, at school, but mainly just at people. I think a really big part of this stems from the fact that most of the people who anger me don't give me a chance to get what I want to say off my chest. They go through other people, or just have no contact with me at all. In the end I'm stuck with all these things I want to say to them with no opportunity to do so. That sucks! I finally gotten to a point in my life where I have the confidence in myself where I feel that I can say the things I actually want to say, but I don't get the freakin' chance! This has left me a rage-oholic as one of my buds pointed out to me the other day. Yay. For now...I shall sit and fester. Annoying people beware, I may just take my anger out on you. Sorry. More strangeness yet to come.

What the world needs now...

Ok, yeah, this is the second blog today. But I thought a lot at work today and came to a very interesting idea. I think one of the things that is majorly wrong with the world today is dum dum dum (yes a dark musical overture to set the tone) love. No, not that love when you truely love some one and they truely love you back (again, I reference the Princess Bride). But that fake Hollywood love. Like when a thirteen year old is singing her heart out to a lover who just cheated on her. YOUR THIRTEEN! Go play with Barbie or some such thing...you should not be contemplating things like having lovers or which miniskirt shows more of your ass. Come on people! This is getting ridiculous. Also, all these stupid romance movies (which I am just as prone to as the next person) totally get people expecting the wrong thing. Everyone just expects love to be easy, and that you'll fall in love together and have your happy ending. Wrong! Love is not easy. That's what makes it so worthwhile. If you don't have to work at it somethings wrong. (Of course, having to work too hard means somethings wrong too) A person should be challenged by their significant other. Always finding out more of themselves through this other person. A movie I watched once, (Playing By Heart, a great movie. I highly recommend it) brought to light a really interesting concept in regards to love. It was something along the lines of love being the ability to see yourself through someone elses eyes (your significant other's to be precise) and to love what you see. I think people have either forgotten that, or were never told. Just remember to love yourself first. THIRTEEN! More strangeness yet to come.

Season Finale

Ok, so it's been a while since I've done the whole update-y thing, but hey, those kittens crave all the attention they can get. More importantly, if my life actually were a tv show, the past four days would have been a season finale. The craziness was insane. Wow, was that statement completely useless or what? We've had friends coming over a lot to see the kittens, some invited, some not. We got in a disagreement about we should do on Thursday night with some friends. Eventually almost everyone left, some happy some not. Those who stayed behind had a rip-roaring good times with the tripette, (that would be Chawn, Mel and myself...we tried to sing once, hence the name). On Friday night we went to that fun establishment the Foggy Dew, where I was hit on more times than I've been hit on in my life. Some guy tried getting frisky with me to the Thriller. Alas, MJ will never be the same. We left early, and yesterday proved to be my recovery day. It was also nice. Very slow, but nice. I just hung around. Watched a few movies, and played some video games and went to bed early. What are the odds? Well, now I get to wait until people start getting home from their Thanksgiving trips (Happy Thanksgiving by the way) while I sit here trying to figure out what I'm going to wear to work. Bah! More strangeness yet to come.

Kittens and the sweetness thereof (yes, title knock-off)

Last night my roommate, (Chawn who is slightly girly, mainly because Chawn is a girl) and I got kittens. Little eight week old fluff balls who are slightly timid, but after coming out of their shells a bit, completely psycho freakazoids. Now here is our dilemma. Although we have named our kittens Matteo (Chawn) and Cloud (I should never have watched Advent Children while searching for a name), we are now completely unsure if our little bundles of craziness are boys or girls. Yes, I can hear you now (*cough* Jamie *cough*) "how can you not know? Little boys have family jewels....girls don't" or something along those lines. I'm sure a friend of mine or two could actually give me a speech down to the latin, but I've never been that clever, and Jamie just tends to be a hair this side of genuis, so I choose not to accept her latin and instead to deliver upon her this pathetic explaination: they are really really furry. I mean, Chawn and I checked. We're not completely morons...well mayb- no. We're not. It's just that these cats have an extreme case of pubic fur, and there's no telling if the cats are crazy little girls, or aggressive little boys. Either way though, my heart has gone out to little Cloud, and Matteo is no slouch in stealing hearts himself-herself-itself? Be forewarned to anyone meeting these two little lovemuffins. They will steal your soul. And probably give it to their mom/aunt. Eh, Chawn? More strangeness yet to come.

People and the evils thereof

Taking a page out of Mike's book and writing while in class. Interestingly enough, I am sitting here, listening to my prof explain to us how to set up one of these things. Funny, non? Heh. People suck. Completely random change, but that is me and that is the theme of this entry. Yes, I know that at times I lend myself to the whole "I hate the world and everyone in it. I shall become a hermit!" mentality. Difficult to believe, I know. I've just really come to despise the hypocracy that some people boast. This is not to say that I'm an angel who has never undergone a moment of two-faced-ness, quite the contrary. Everyone can do things they regret...my regrets just seem to be piling up lately. But, meh, people will be who they are, and we are left to suffer the consequences of their action while they get off scott-free. Ah-Bastard-CHOO! (sniff sniff...what? it was totally a sneeze!) Well! I shall condemn them all with the brimstone and fire and so on and so forth that I have at my roomie's command (I am merely her peon, le sigh). I am reminded of my friend Chris's favourite quote: "Evil will only prevail when good men do nothing." Good point Chris. Thumbs up to you. I on the other hand, shall do nothing. But I will do it actively, with a dirty look at evil and a shaking of my fist. Take that evil, and now my work is done. More strangeness yet to come.