Don't Shoot the Puppy

I spent a good deal of time playing this game

And yes, there is a way to beat it. All fifteen levels. See if you can figure it out. I did!

I mean to say

I'm really filled with love right now. I've been hanging out with some really cool people the past few days and they made me realize that my friends and family and stuff are just really really great. They made my birthday really cool too, just by being thoughtful.

On top of that, I'm at this really cool coffee shop where there are really nice people, and I'm drinking the best steamer of my life. I feel like I fit in here. Even though I don't drink coffee. Go figure. This is my kind of day.

I'm researching Jeff Buckley, and how the courts deal with mentally retarded people (two unrelated subjects--they're for completely different papers).

I'm not even trying to use fancy words or even make it sound like I'm smart. I'm just saying.

Unsettling Foresight

Boy #1: Man, it feels like Friday
Boy #2: It feels like the day before I die

Goals

When I grow up I'm going to be a celebrity eyebrow shaper and go by only my first name, which shall be exotic.

Trouble

I'm listening to my sad playlist.

If money were no object I would not be here right now.
But I'm not melodramatic.

Afterword

I like it when I post a blog at two in the morning and immediately check my email to see if anyone's commented yet.

Take that as a hint.

Maury smells

My sister tagged me for this thing that means I have to share the fourth picture from the fourth album in my iPhoto and tell you about it. For some reason I feel obligated....Also, the fourth album in my iPhoto only has one picture in it (?) so I did it from one before or one after or something. Here you go.



This is a contraband kitten I lived with in the attic for the better part of a semester. Don't let the peaceful sleeping kitten thing fool you. He was the spawn of Satan. No one likes him. We later gave him to a family and he ran away and hopefully got run over by a car.

I tag Andrea and Kaitlyn and Austin and anyone else who reads this dumb blog.

Unprecedented

Clark tried to convince me that James Franco is 5'2". I didn't fall for it--that boy is a solid 5'10". Don't worry.

Nothing New

I tried blogging a couple times but nothing worked. I'm tired of not knowing where I stand in other people's lives. I wanna get out of here, do something that matters. I know you've all heard most of this before, but I'm just emptying the brain. Oy.

I set out fully intending to pay attention to class today. That one hundred percent did not happen. I do not know what she is talking about, nor do I know how she is doing the things she is demonstrating up front. I hate this class. I hate class. I hate having class. Wait, I don't have class. Ha.

Not funny.

My email is putting up advertisements for Dr. Pepper. Why does it think I need those. I already know how great Dr. Pepper is.

I made Pomegranate iced tea this morning. It was gross, I think cause I added too much water to it. I didn't get time to fix it, cause I was whisked away to campus. Too bad. Maybe it'll still be there when I get home so I can make it yummy again.

My roommate was super mean to me in my dream last night. One thing she said to me was that when I tell her my problems it ruins her whole day. She would never say that in real life. What does my brain think

There's an album on facebook right now that makes my life 4 times better

Up Date

It has recently come to my attention that more than most of the boys who attend BYU are exceedingly funny looking. The number is much lower for girls at said school.

I am searching for an explanation.

More later.

The morning after the night before

Poor baby.

Never ceases to amaze me

This is an excerpt from an exchange I overheard the other day. Names will be omitted to protect the guilty, and also cause I don't remember the name of one of the girls.

Girl one: It's Ramadan right now, did you know that?
Girl two: It's what?
Girl one: Ramadan. Do you know what that is?
Girl two: No, what is it?
Girl one: It's, like, the Jewish version of Lent.

Uhh, really?
How do these people survive?

Fact:

This really happened

Why I Got What I Got on Netflix

Roger Ebert said that no one can call themselves a true Beatles fan unless they've seen the movie "Help". I resent him for saying that. I'll resent him for saying that until I've seen the movie. Then I'll agree with him.

Anyone else who is petty enough to agree with me and who would like to see the movie should let me know and we'll schedule a viewing. Tonight or tomorrow night. Or possibly the next night.

Double

The people at the chocolate place were very nice to me yesterday.

Catching up

I may or may not have slept twelve hours last night. Phreek.

And now I don't think I could be feeling any worse.

Not Good

I'm not going to fall asleep anytime soon. When this happens I always start listening to the playlist on my iTunes that I'm not allowed to listen to. It's full of depressing songs but I'm only up and listening to them cause I'm depressed already and can't sleep, so why not just take it a step further. One person whose really sad songs make me the saddest is Johnny Cash. Is that weird? He doesn't have much of a voice.

My brain won't turn off or at least let slightly more sane Caitie control it. Ohhhh I'm ready for this to be over.

Direct Quote from Animal Planet

"Vultures have no trouble finding num-nums."