Um, hey there

Okay, okay...I get it. I'll try to call or something the next time I take so long between updates. But really, I'm a busy girl, alright. And I don't appreciate all the pressure you're putting on me. I think we both need some space. I need to be able to go out and blog with other people. You understand, right. No, no, it's not you, it's me. I'm being selfish and only thinking about me time. It's not fair to you. What's that? My eyes look pretty today? Aw, you always know just what to say. Okay...one more chance. But just one more. I mean it this time. Really. ... ... ...Is it just me or was that really weird? K, so as you can tell, I'm back to being my fun easy going self (YAY!) and all that pissy Caitlin-ness is now gone. It's actually sunny out today which is having a good effect on my mood. Plus, I had way too much sleep this weekend which really helps. Although I know feel a sore throat coming on (so, major green tea binge tonight). School is, well, sucky as always. I had an awesome chat with John last night for almost 3 hours, so that is really helping my mood. Yesterday was a fun and lazy day (major relaxation). Wow, so little has happened in the past few weeks. I'm working quite a bit. In school I'm doing a group project and two out of the four people in said group are the geniouses of our class, while the other girl and I are about normal intelligence. No inferiority complex developing. Nope, none. None at all. Well, maybe a little one. Had a girl's weekend last weekend which was glorious, and this past weekend was a scary one in honour of Halloween. Wow, is it just me or is this blog all over the place today? My thought patterns are all fragmenty. So here's my sadness: I'm not going home for Christmas this year. I am in Vancouver. Which isn't bad, cause Craig and Jane are staying here this year too and Mom, Dad and Ty are gonna try and come down (even if only Mom knows it right now) so it promises to be a good time. Hmmm...I can't think of much else off the top of my head. But with the way I'm thinking right nwo that's probably a good thing. Can anyone say confusing? Well, not literally. Jamie! Stop with the cheekiness! That's it. I'm done. Tata, farewell, sayanora and all that jazz. More strangeness yet to come.

Yep, still pissy

I'm still pissed, and my bad week has expanded over to a second in a few categories. In others, however, my life is filled with uncontrollable glee. On Friday, after my enraged entry, which was short and pointless but will remain there for all eternity, I went to a Giants game with Craig and Jane...it was fun. The most fun I've had in regards to hockey since, well, ever. I actually threw my hands into the air, not once, not twice but thrice. Yes, three times in overwhelming joy. Also, I cursed at the ref. That was unexpected, even to me. So, I have come to realization that hockey is Canada's favourite sport for a reason: it is really really fun when live. Saturday and Sunday were spent painting Craig and Jane's place (with a brief intermission in which Mel and I spent many hours venting, dyeing hair...hers, not mine...and having a drink. Yes, A drink). My Monday morning 8:30 class was cancelled, but I was not informed of it until I arrived at 8. That sucked. Yesterday was my first day of work. It was really fun. My new manager and I spent much of the day with me asking questions about various knives, him asking me questions about various knives, and then of course, him showing me how to use various knives. Tyrel would kill for my job. That is my life to date...except for one thing. On Saturday my dear dear older brother (Tyrel) used magic eBay powers and made a purchase on my behalf: I am now the proud owner of It Started With a Kiss, the complete series on DVD. This is one of my favorite series, like ever (yes even competing with the glory that is Joss Whedon) and now I own it. Marathon anyone? On that note, I hope that this entry makes up for the blasphemy that I called my previous blogger input. If not, suck it up princess. SIU. More strangeness yet to come.

Having a Bad Week

So I know I haven't posted for a long time for me, but here's the deal: get over it. I am having a really bad week. And no, I'm not going to talk about why. What I will do is tell everyone my crazy/interesting news. Thing number one: last Wednesday, while walking back from my brother's house through woods at dusk/almost night, I was attacked by an owl. Yes, an owl. The odds? Not sure, but probably not good. Thing #2: today I got hired. Yes, I have a job. At the House of Knives. Me...and sharp things. Does anyone else see this ending in a trip to the hospital? I say yes. Aside from that, there is nothing that I really want to talk about it. So there you go...a tantalizing teaser for when I have entered back into my "okay, I want to talk again" phase. Until then. More strangeness yet to come.

Is That, Is That an Update?

It is an update. I know, I know...you don't believe it. But hey, I've been busy and it's only been a week. So now on to the updatey thing. Hmmm....ummm. Wow, I've sure had a lot going on in this past week. And by that, I mean basically very little. Wait, that is a lie. Bad bad Caitlin. I did well on a paper, and got to hang out with Craig a lot (partly because of the whole iPod/iTunes thing and partly because I think he's missing Keith like crazy...which, of course, he will never admit to. Brothers), as well as getting a chance to play with Mel, Brad, and Karen. It was a good week. To top it all off, James and I had a two hour web convo (roughly that, wasn't it?) last night, which was an excellent way to end my weekend. Not so excellent way: tossing and turning for an hour, only to wake up half an hour after that because of a frickin' zombie dream in which David Grohl fought the undead with a giant Cloud sword. And it still scared the bejeezus out of me. (I really don't know how to spell that word...begeeses, bejeazis...does it even have a spelling? Gah) Tonight I'm having a Buffy marathon with a pal of mine (Sam...she's really cool. Somehow reminds me of a Trekkie version of Jamie-Leigh)(Jamie-Leigh, I heart you). So there you have it. My life so far. Oh! Also had an ego boost thanks to Mike and his praise of my poem...thank you Mike! And now I shall whisk myself away to that hellish place I like to call reality. Ah how the sinking pit of school reeks of sulfur. More strangeness yet to come.