Extr-ie! Extr-ie! Quarter for a pap!

So, new news. Hmmm. I had an intense breakdown dealy on Tuesday, as a result of everything building up for the whole semester. It was instigated over a cell phone. GRRRR! I think I might have taken it out on my mom, which makes me really sad because my mom is infinately amazing. (sorry mommy, I love you!) However, Chawn was able to calm me down, and help me get everything in order. I now no longer have a land line, but a cell phone solely. YESSSS! Communication on the go. School has me completely freaking out, but hopefully this time tomorrow, I will be less freakin' and more gleein'. Tomorrow evening I will be on the road to Summerland to spend the weekend with my family, which makes excited. I get to visit Gary and Annette, which I haven't been able to do in a while. Aside from that, not much is new. Is it ever? Lost my I hate the world attitude, now waiting to see how long it takes to build back up. I hoping a very very long while, but estimating the same time next semester. More strangeness yet to come.

Untitled (Track 1)

As Monday descends upon us once again, I find myself locked away in a dark, dismal little computer room in the bottom of the library. Outside: sunny. Inside: dark. What are the odds? I am sitting here, pathetically nursing my broken toe, and contemplating just what it is I'm going to be spending the next hour doing. It is yet again another lecture on how to blog. Oh, I just can't wait. My parents left this morning after taking me for an excellent hot chocolate, and sadness of course, ensues. Luckily though, I get to see them again next week, and as such I am not a sad as I would normally be. Aside from that, I had an excellent weekend. Harry Potter is an excellent film. I give it an enthusiastic thumbs up. Yet, I need to see it again, just to get everything in. I am lacking in my usual bitterness today, so please forgive me. Aside from the above mentioned, not much is new. I am planning on going away this weekend after an excrutiating week of papers on papers (ah the exageration fairy has come for another visit. two papers, and one is almost done. The other is a research essay, for which no research has been done. But alas, I must focus on work now. Le sigh. More strangeness yet to come.

Interesting

Today has been an interesting day. Beginning with Foo and children's novels, it quickly descended into the seventh day of the apacolypse, complete with brimstone and raining fire. I ran into a former friend of mine, with whom the decision to no longer be friends was anything but a good experience. However, we were both civil and I away-ed (is that even a word?) to class. The sub is good, but there is this girl in my class who is very loud and obnoxious...and the rain fell harder than ever. Oh, glee. My rage was shared with the usually passive Karen, so that just goes to show how bad she is (it's not just my rage-ohlic nature shining through). At home, I cuddled with kittens, and saw my mom and dad. What's this? The clouds have parted and the rainbows and sunshine has come out, complete with fairies and magenta bunnies (but no unicorns, they shall be shot at upon sight...kidding)(or am I?) I missed them, and they took me to my job interview (which I neail by the by, part two is on Friday). The clouds descended once again when my father had the finances conversation with me, and then I once again away-ed to class. Now I sit, waiting to return to class to be bored for another hour, while being the only one to participate, in an air of excitement and glee. If you did not notice the extreme sarcarsm...for shame. That is all on that. On a new note...Mike, UPDATE! More strangeness yet to come.

Wowza

Happy Birthday to you *CLAP CLAP* happy birthday to you *CLAP CLAP* happy birthday happy birthday happy birthday to you *CLAP CLAP*! If you couldn't guess, yesterday was the birthday of my oldest friend (oldest as in longest running, not like 95...she's actually younger than me. No comments from the peanut gallery, thank you). After a nice chat with her, I have decided that I miss her terribly. Jamie, I miss you! There, sentimental Caitlin is gone for the moment. And now she's back. My folks are coming today. YES! And they are bringing comics. YES! And right now Karen is looking up childrens books, some of which take me back. Good times. I have been losing touch with some of my buds as a result of the heavy schooling that always takes place in November. I call it frantic month. I have two essays and a creative project left, and right now...not looking forward to any of them really. Grr arg. Although I have a feeling that today, will be an excessively good day. Why you may ask. Go ahead. Ask me. Oh, what a surprising question. That came right out of left field. Well my friends, let me tell you. I am wearing my Foo Fighters hoodie and this morning, the lady who gives out the Metro paper at the Lougheed skytrain station (we see her every morning. She really is a sweetheart, and not just because of today) stopped me and asked if I am a fan of the foo. Of course I answer with a resounding yes, and it turns out so is she. We discussed their concert in August, and then I had to go...school and all. But right there. The Foo gods are smiling on me. And Grohl looked up from his song writing and said " Caitlin shall have a good day today". Thanks Dave, it means a lot. More strangeness yet to come.

Forgiveness OR A Mistake in the Making

I have recently taken the plunge and decided to give a lot of the people who have been frustrating me this past little while a second chance to impress me. Of course, this doesn't mean that I'm going to be the sweetly, charming and wonderful person you all know and love. This simply means I'm giving them another chance to screw me over. Or to pleasantly surprise me. Though I doubt it will be the second. On a happier and more boastful note I have already gotten three of my christmas presents. Yay me and being ahead of the game. I assure you, it won't happen again, so I must bask in this while I can. Must away to class now. Or something like that. More strangeness yet to come.

The 90s Live In Me

I have recently began to go through a heavy dance music phase. Not the uninteresting, uninspired dance music that my generation has been infected with like a really really bad techno plague, but the catchy beats and intricate synthesizers of the early nineties dance. Ah, how I rock out to all the time, even right now. Don't get too concerned though. This is just a phase, as I have already mentioned (you should have been paying attention) and as such, it too shall pass. However, I hope to rock the night away until it does. Perhaps Saturday Night, de de da da da. Shoot me now. More strangeness yet to come.

Correction

In my except "Addiction," when I spoke of the games that my roommate Chawn is currently hooked on, I forgot the ever important Kuon. My bad. More strangeness yet to come.

The Veg Out

Sorry about the late posting, but I had visitors. As I have already informed all of you readers who pay attention, Ty got his surgery and can now see perfectly and my dad had some success in 649 (Nothing too big, but enough to give him some extra spending cash, congrats mom and dad!). They left on Sunday, and as such, Chawn and I had our usual wind down day. Ah, the glee of the wind down day, when all that we do is sit and watch tv (Kiki's Delivery Service, which always reminds me of my mom). However, we did have to haul our lazy carcasses off of the couch and transfer the fun-ness to Craig and Keith's place where Craig's lovely girlfriend Jane had prepared a feast for us. Then once again, the veg out began. We all spent many hours on the couch recovering from full-belly syndome. It's a state in which the body has received far too much food and nutrition, and as such is rarely felt by students. All of this was topped off with a nightcap of Grey's Anatomy and a chat session with Karen. Aside from that, my life seems to be the same as always. Surprise, surprise. I need a job. More strangeness yet to come.

Another dose of Rage-ohol OR Snubbery

Parental Warning: I am getting annoyed. Alright, I'm down right pissed. I have been snubbed more times in the past week than I have been in a very very long time. And it's not sitting well with me. Coming up to school this evening, I was cool, calm, collected (this had to do with the fact that dad let me take the car...I feel like I'm sixteen again). After being snubbed on the way to class however (and not a subtle snubb...it was like the grand-daddy of all snubbs...like if the Greecians had suddenly felt they were too good to be fighting the Trojans and had decided to stay within their big wooden horse, only not that subtle) I am furious. Ok, if you're gonna be a snob, whatever. I won't waste my time with you. But if you're gonna do that bad of a job going about subbing a person...you shouldn't be a snob. Or at least you should snob lessons or something. Right now people suck. I, on the other hand, still kick serious ass. More strangeness yet to come.

Recess

I am still up on campus, enjoying the delightful day which has been smothered by the floods of rain (I'm on the look out for an ark, that's all I can say...that and if I see it, I will not hesitate to trample you in an attempt to get on board) and thinking of my brother. As I sit here writing, he is undergoing eye surgery, and as a result he will be pulling a Ray Charles for much of today. Which isn't a bad thing...after all, he'll be able to play a mean piano for all of about six hours. I am excessively happy for him (a happiness which is just dripping with envy I will point out) as I know that this is the first step towards the rest of his life. He deserves all the happiness he can get. Now, back to a less cheery and more cynical Caitlin (that's me. Just in case you forgot) I have decided that early in the morning is not a time that is conducive to happy me. I don't do chipper, I don't do smiley, I just don't do mornings. Not my strong suit. Of course this could also be a result of the late night that I had watching tv with my bro last night as Chawn frantically finished up an assignment she remembered was due at the last moment. Way to go Chawn, you just pulled a Caitlin (it's never fun, I don't recommend it) (I do recommend Bones though...if you haven't watched it yet make a point to. But not if you're squimish. Then it's not for you). I also pulled a Caitlin last night, remembering at eleven that I was supposed to have the Rape of the Lock read for this morning. I am grateful to Ms. McLellan for making us read it in high school, cause now that I didn't get it done, I still know what's going on. Thumbs up. More strangeness yet to come.

The Challenge

Today's episode is entitled The Challenge for two main reasons: the two challenges that have recently occured. I have thrown down the gauntlet to my friend Mike, and in return, he has picked it up, traded it for one of an entirely different colour and thrown it back in my face. Ouch. That smarts. My challenge to him: no girls for a month or else he must cook for myself and Chawn once a week for a month (his cooking is really good...almost as good as my mom's or James's) (for those of you who don't know...this is a really big compliment. Trust me). His challenge to me: Bond. One round. Winner gets all the bragging rights. I'm soooo gonna kick some Bond booty. It's my second skill. Except for that one night, but the sun was in my eyes...yes. On a lighter note, my dad and my brother are in town this week. GLEE! For those of you who know me well, you know just how much of a daddy's girl I am. I was really giddy to see him, as it's been a little over two months since I saw him last. That makes me a little bit sad, but what can you do, right? And my bro, well he's here to get laser eye surgery. Lucky. I'm not at all jealous. Which is a horrible lie. Bond shall be my bitch! More strangeness yet to come.