Hi I don't know if any of you have noticed but....
1/17/2009 at 8:45 PM
I haven't been at school for three months because I've got the worst headache in the history of bad headaches. It started October 8th, 2008, and i still have it. I lost count of how many times I've gone to the hospital. My mom's been on the phone with my doctor almost everyday since I got the headache. I'm on the Hospital Home bound program for school, and there's a possibility I might get to go to school Monday. I miss everybody and love you all to bits and pieces in a completely platonic un-gay manner.
Caitlin and her lovely loopy drugs.
I run a pharmacy out of my purse. What do you need?
Caitlin and her lovely loopy drugs.
I run a pharmacy out of my purse. What do you need?
Why I write.......
9/15/2008 at 11:04 PM
I write because I lack the confidence to say what I need to.
I write because sometimes I need to get things off my chest and I don't know who to trust with them.
I write to get a point across that wouldn't have the same effect spoken aloud.
Sometimes I write to run away.
Other times I write so I can release my inner bitch.
But mostly I write to prove myself.
Hey, the fat girl's good at something other than eating (which I actually don't like to do).
I write to prove to others they aren't the only one's who suck at life.
Sometimes I write for people,
But most of the time those people are dead.
I write because sometimes I need to get things off my chest and I don't know who to trust with them.
I write to get a point across that wouldn't have the same effect spoken aloud.
Sometimes I write to run away.
Other times I write so I can release my inner bitch.
But mostly I write to prove myself.
Hey, the fat girl's good at something other than eating (which I actually don't like to do).
I write to prove to others they aren't the only one's who suck at life.
Sometimes I write for people,
But most of the time those people are dead.
So...uh..... I hate to put a damper on your fun but...
7/23/2008 at 8:21 PM
School starts in two weeks.
Insert death here.
I just got back from band camp and now I have to go waste my life at school forever and a day.
Speaking of school,
I have sixth lunch,
if that's important to people.
Which it may be.
And I might sing in Rendezvous of the Stars.
I'm thinking about it, but i might not actually do it.
Yeah.
And I cut myself today.
But not because I'm emo....
Because lampworking is dangerous.......
which is like glassblowing..
only, you know
without the blowing.....................
adios, amigos!!!!!!!!
Insert death here.
I just got back from band camp and now I have to go waste my life at school forever and a day.
Speaking of school,
I have sixth lunch,
if that's important to people.
Which it may be.
And I might sing in Rendezvous of the Stars.
I'm thinking about it, but i might not actually do it.
Yeah.
And I cut myself today.
But not because I'm emo....
Because lampworking is dangerous.......
which is like glassblowing..
only, you know
without the blowing.....................
adios, amigos!!!!!!!!
The Big Band Camp Blog
7/21/2008 at 10:47 PM
This one time at band camp.......
I hate that phrase. Every time I tell someone I'm in marching band, that's what they say to me. It tends to get on one's nerves after a while.
Anyhoo.... the past two weeks I've been at band camp. insert sarcastic YAY here. Some of it was fun. Like the band camp dance. which is more fun than any other school dance you will ever go to. Ever. Chorus and drama kids know nothing of fun. Band kids have the most fun. Seriously
But I digress. our show theme this year is The Tell-Tale Heart. Yes, it is a musical interpretation of Edgar Allan Poe's poem. It's freakin' the best thing ever. The music is insanely difficult for the woodwinds, but it sounds frickin amazazing.
The food at band camp was horrible. Four people got sick from the pancakes and one of them went home because she was getting worse when the others were getting better. It really only sucked because she was a clarinet player. We all thought she was faking it, but then the band mommies told us she had a fever, so we got over it.
I went to band camp and all I got were these lousy shin splints. Well, they gave me a shirt too, but the shin splints are far more memorable than the shirt. Seriously people, shin splints is as close as you get to a living hell. Apparently my calf muscles were working too hard and my shin muscles weren't able to withstand the load my calves were putting on them. The only upside is that Caitlin now has huge calf muscles. They go like Wa-BAM! I have also gained arm muscles. So don't get me angry because now I can beat your booty.
In conclusion it's good to be home.
I hate that phrase. Every time I tell someone I'm in marching band, that's what they say to me. It tends to get on one's nerves after a while.
Anyhoo.... the past two weeks I've been at band camp. insert sarcastic YAY here. Some of it was fun. Like the band camp dance. which is more fun than any other school dance you will ever go to. Ever. Chorus and drama kids know nothing of fun. Band kids have the most fun. Seriously
But I digress. our show theme this year is The Tell-Tale Heart. Yes, it is a musical interpretation of Edgar Allan Poe's poem. It's freakin' the best thing ever. The music is insanely difficult for the woodwinds, but it sounds frickin amazazing.
The food at band camp was horrible. Four people got sick from the pancakes and one of them went home because she was getting worse when the others were getting better. It really only sucked because she was a clarinet player. We all thought she was faking it, but then the band mommies told us she had a fever, so we got over it.
I went to band camp and all I got were these lousy shin splints. Well, they gave me a shirt too, but the shin splints are far more memorable than the shirt. Seriously people, shin splints is as close as you get to a living hell. Apparently my calf muscles were working too hard and my shin muscles weren't able to withstand the load my calves were putting on them. The only upside is that Caitlin now has huge calf muscles. They go like Wa-BAM! I have also gained arm muscles. So don't get me angry because now I can beat your booty.
In conclusion it's good to be home.
It appears the rest has come...
6/28/2008 at 11:41 PM
If you don't know what that means, read my other blog. Now, on with the rest.
"Ah, you're like a pop-up book from hell!"- Rory Gilmore, CW's Gilmore Girls.
You had me at pop-up book from hell. I am so going to try to try to incorporate this phrase into my daily life, it's amazing.
"If you're thinking,'Holy shit, holy shit, a swordfish almost went through my head!' then yes." - The chief, Get Smart.
I love this movie. Seriously, if you were only considering going to this movie, just go. It's just absolutely freaking awesome.
"My Granny is more gangtsa than you!" Nigel Lythgoe, SYTYCD.
I loved this moment after Chris and Comfort's Krump routine. I'd really like to meet a Gangtsa Granny.
"Either that guy is a phenomenal actor…or he's dead." Shawn Spencer, USA's Psych.
Oh, he's definitely dead. How he died however remains unknown. Please contact the Santa Barbara Police Department if you have any information regarding the dead actor person dude.
"Ay yi yi yi actionnn. Action in my fannypack." Once again, Shawn Spencer, USA's Psych.
Ha ha ha. Fannypack. That's awesome in and of itself, then you add the rest of it and it becomes pure comic gold.
Okay so, this series of me giving quotes and then commentating on them will continue. It's fun. I like it. mwahahahahahaha.
"Ah, you're like a pop-up book from hell!"- Rory Gilmore, CW's Gilmore Girls.
You had me at pop-up book from hell. I am so going to try to try to incorporate this phrase into my daily life, it's amazing.
"If you're thinking,'Holy shit, holy shit, a swordfish almost went through my head!' then yes." - The chief, Get Smart.
I love this movie. Seriously, if you were only considering going to this movie, just go. It's just absolutely freaking awesome.
"My Granny is more gangtsa than you!" Nigel Lythgoe, SYTYCD.
I loved this moment after Chris and Comfort's Krump routine. I'd really like to meet a Gangtsa Granny.
"Either that guy is a phenomenal actor…or he's dead." Shawn Spencer, USA's Psych.
Oh, he's definitely dead. How he died however remains unknown. Please contact the Santa Barbara Police Department if you have any information regarding the dead actor person dude.
"Ay yi yi yi actionnn. Action in my fannypack." Once again, Shawn Spencer, USA's Psych.
Ha ha ha. Fannypack. That's awesome in and of itself, then you add the rest of it and it becomes pure comic gold.
Okay so, this series of me giving quotes and then commentating on them will continue. It's fun. I like it. mwahahahahahaha.
I PASSED!!!!!!!!!!
6/9/2008 at 7:22 PM
WHOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'd happy dance, but there are other people in the room! I passed! I am no longer at the bottom of the heap! No longer freshmeat!
Apparently, my mother got my report card last week and waited until now to show it to me. I didn't fail Latin! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Verbum ad tuus mater!!! In English..... word to your mother. Thank Elaina for teaching me that.
Yes, I know. My enthusiasm for life is refreshing.
Anyways, Rachael is going to New York on Wednesday, and insisted on telling me exactly how they were flying up there. You know the whole flight from here to here and then from here to here. It was a little boring. Then I realized where she was going, and I shook her shoulders saying "Take me with you!!!! I'm bored!!!! I only get to talk to people on Sundays!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" She was scared for my sanity for a second and then realized it was the lack of caffeine talking. How did my parents expect me to be awake @ 9:30 in the morning on Sunday during summer break wothout the joys of caffination?
And now I selection of quotes from random things like TV shows, movies, and books. With amazazing commentary by me.
"Elephants are NOT purple. This is wrong." Dr. Temperance Brennan, Fox's Bones.
Which is totally true. Have YOU ever seen a purple elephant? Didn't think so.
The rest will come later.
I'd happy dance, but there are other people in the room! I passed! I am no longer at the bottom of the heap! No longer freshmeat!
Apparently, my mother got my report card last week and waited until now to show it to me. I didn't fail Latin! YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Verbum ad tuus mater!!! In English..... word to your mother. Thank Elaina for teaching me that.
Yes, I know. My enthusiasm for life is refreshing.
Anyways, Rachael is going to New York on Wednesday, and insisted on telling me exactly how they were flying up there. You know the whole flight from here to here and then from here to here. It was a little boring. Then I realized where she was going, and I shook her shoulders saying "Take me with you!!!! I'm bored!!!! I only get to talk to people on Sundays!!!!!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" She was scared for my sanity for a second and then realized it was the lack of caffeine talking. How did my parents expect me to be awake @ 9:30 in the morning on Sunday during summer break wothout the joys of caffination?
And now I selection of quotes from random things like TV shows, movies, and books. With amazazing commentary by me.
"Elephants are NOT purple. This is wrong." Dr. Temperance Brennan, Fox's Bones.
Which is totally true. Have YOU ever seen a purple elephant? Didn't think so.
The rest will come later.
Ah...Humble.
6/6/2008 at 9:36 PM
Long time no see. I may have forgotten about you. No, scratch that. I did indeed forget about you.
Anyhoo. Going on.
I am angry with the powers that be on So You Think You Can Dance.Kelli and Brandon were awesome an didn't deserve to be cut. Insert sadness here. I mean I do understand that Kelli needs to hear no every once in a while just because her mom is choreographer. But, I don't understand exactly why they decided to cut Brandon. His solos were amazing. It doesn't make sense.
Okay, now that I got that hot mess out of my system. How are people's summers going so far?
Oh, and I got a new clarinet, but don't worry, Clarence Confucious Googlieoogleplex is still here. The new one is for marching band.
So if anyone has any ideas for names fr my new one, comment.
Anyhoo. Going on.
I am angry with the powers that be on So You Think You Can Dance.Kelli and Brandon were awesome an didn't deserve to be cut. Insert sadness here. I mean I do understand that Kelli needs to hear no every once in a while just because her mom is choreographer. But, I don't understand exactly why they decided to cut Brandon. His solos were amazing. It doesn't make sense.
Okay, now that I got that hot mess out of my system. How are people's summers going so far?
Oh, and I got a new clarinet, but don't worry, Clarence Confucious Googlieoogleplex is still here. The new one is for marching band.
So if anyone has any ideas for names fr my new one, comment.
Yes, I am the Source of the World's Drama
3/28/2008 at 11:12 PM
No, I did not start the war in Iraq. I just wanna say that right of the bat.
I am, however, the person being talked about in a certain person's hate blog that he deleted; he should've grown a pair and left it there. He's too much of a wimpy nerd to do that so on with it.
He wrote me a love letter. It was like a novel expressing his love to me. I hate sh..stuff like that. Just get to piont so i can reject you and then leave.
I wanted to write hell no bigger, but Marcos and Josh told me not to. So, in a way I was being nice to the kid.
Yes, I'm aware I was a bitch. I don't care, and I'll do it again if you give me half a chance.
Anyhoo... Time to Change the Subject!
::does change-the-subject dance::
I lost my voice! My allergies flared and turned into a sinus infection. yay for infections....NOT!
Apparently, my friends think I'm this amazing writer, so they've convinced me to go to writing club on Monday. Yes, I do realize that when I talk I'm hilarious, but when I write it's a totally different story. That's because is elementary school they drill it into your head that you're not supposed to write how you speak. So I've come up with a few translations for you.
Prep: OMG!!! Like, purple is totally my favorite color!
Translation: I love the color purple. That hue is adorable.
Angry Student: Whaddyou say about my Momma?
Translation: Excuse me sir/madam, but what are you trying to tell me about my Mommy Dearest?
Emo Kid: My life is like a dying flower. I should kill myself.
Translation: My name is Wilting Flower. I died without knowing love. Will you be my friend?
Jock: kdjfirngWHOOOOO!!!
Translation: Uhm....whoo. I honestly don't understand anything they try to say so....whatever.
I am, however, the person being talked about in a certain person's hate blog that he deleted; he should've grown a pair and left it there. He's too much of a wimpy nerd to do that so on with it.
He wrote me a love letter. It was like a novel expressing his love to me. I hate sh..stuff like that. Just get to piont so i can reject you and then leave.
I wanted to write hell no bigger, but Marcos and Josh told me not to. So, in a way I was being nice to the kid.
Yes, I'm aware I was a bitch. I don't care, and I'll do it again if you give me half a chance.
Anyhoo... Time to Change the Subject!
::does change-the-subject dance::
I lost my voice! My allergies flared and turned into a sinus infection. yay for infections....NOT!
Apparently, my friends think I'm this amazing writer, so they've convinced me to go to writing club on Monday. Yes, I do realize that when I talk I'm hilarious, but when I write it's a totally different story. That's because is elementary school they drill it into your head that you're not supposed to write how you speak. So I've come up with a few translations for you.
Prep: OMG!!! Like, purple is totally my favorite color!
Translation: I love the color purple. That hue is adorable.
Angry Student: Whaddyou say about my Momma?
Translation: Excuse me sir/madam, but what are you trying to tell me about my Mommy Dearest?
Emo Kid: My life is like a dying flower. I should kill myself.
Translation: My name is Wilting Flower. I died without knowing love. Will you be my friend?
Jock: kdjfirngWHOOOOO!!!
Translation: Uhm....whoo. I honestly don't understand anything they try to say so....whatever.
Sometimes, My friends make me angry.
3/1/2008 at 5:47 PM
Like Kenzie. Who doesn't notice when you cry, and doesn't listen when you want to vent and then makes you listen when she wants to vent. A wise woman once told me that we have friends so that when we're angry we can vent, and all they have to do is sit and listen, hug you, and then call you an idiot. Thank oh wise Audrey. You rock my face off. You made me feel better.
So... a couple of cops came to our school yesterday to talk to us about crime and drugs. one of them kept staring at me. I think he thought I was on crack. You can give your pee test! I'm not on crack! I've been crying all fricking morning because of my stupid friend!
I cried myself into a hellacious migraine yesterday. My mom had to come get me from school. I left Clarence Confucius Googlieoogleplex in my band locker. That's my clarinet by the way. Me and Elaina named him. So, I really needed to do something with my fingers, so that's why I'm blogging.
I'm doing an awesome research paper in lit. It makes me happy. i get to compare my opinions to critics; opinions of the movie August Rush. So far, a lot of critics hated this movie. I love this movie. Every single musical aspect of the movie was accurate except the way Freddie Highmore directed at the end. So the story is a little cheesy to people whp's lives don't revolve around music, but I loved it.
My life forecast: Suckish with a little sprinkling of awesome.
So... a couple of cops came to our school yesterday to talk to us about crime and drugs. one of them kept staring at me. I think he thought I was on crack. You can give your pee test! I'm not on crack! I've been crying all fricking morning because of my stupid friend!
I cried myself into a hellacious migraine yesterday. My mom had to come get me from school. I left Clarence Confucius Googlieoogleplex in my band locker. That's my clarinet by the way. Me and Elaina named him. So, I really needed to do something with my fingers, so that's why I'm blogging.
I'm doing an awesome research paper in lit. It makes me happy. i get to compare my opinions to critics; opinions of the movie August Rush. So far, a lot of critics hated this movie. I love this movie. Every single musical aspect of the movie was accurate except the way Freddie Highmore directed at the end. So the story is a little cheesy to people whp's lives don't revolve around music, but I loved it.
My life forecast: Suckish with a little sprinkling of awesome.
Hola.
2/15/2008 at 6:31 PM
What's up world of ART????? Are you ready to rock?? Go somewhere else then because I don't really care!
Anyhoo... shut up spellcheck anyhoo is a word. Don't back-sass me mister!
I'm Caitlin, as you can see by the lovely banner above the sideways picture of me. That name inspires me; it moves me to the ends of the earth. Not really, but that sounded cool so I said it. I play the clarinet, which is amazing. I'm really good at it, and I love it because anyone looks cute playing the clarinet. Well, unless you puff your cheeks out, which makes it look like you should be playing the tuba.
Some of my friends like to think they're gansta's, but they AREN'T. They're just guys who don't have anything better to do with their lives. D'Jair, I'm sorry, but you are so far away from gangsta. Just because you wear clothes big enough to fit contestant on The Biggest Loser does not make you gangsta. You tried to set me up with the guy from my latin, literature, and science classes who... well, I don't even think he likes the ladies. Yeah, I said it. Sue me.
So, in the end I guess what I'm trying to say is hello, and welcome to my world. It's suckish.
Anyhoo... shut up spellcheck anyhoo is a word. Don't back-sass me mister!
I'm Caitlin, as you can see by the lovely banner above the sideways picture of me. That name inspires me; it moves me to the ends of the earth. Not really, but that sounded cool so I said it. I play the clarinet, which is amazing. I'm really good at it, and I love it because anyone looks cute playing the clarinet. Well, unless you puff your cheeks out, which makes it look like you should be playing the tuba.
Some of my friends like to think they're gansta's, but they AREN'T. They're just guys who don't have anything better to do with their lives. D'Jair, I'm sorry, but you are so far away from gangsta. Just because you wear clothes big enough to fit contestant on The Biggest Loser does not make you gangsta. You tried to set me up with the guy from my latin, literature, and science classes who... well, I don't even think he likes the ladies. Yeah, I said it. Sue me.
So, in the end I guess what I'm trying to say is hello, and welcome to my world. It's suckish.
