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."

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Jails

It's three a.m. now and the cops just left.

I was awoken a little over an hour ago by my roommate Allison saying "Amy! Wake up! There's a guy in our garage!" We have a detached garage that's about 3 feet behind Allison's room. She was up, and she heard movement in there so she turned off her light and could see a guy moving around in there with a cell phone as a light. I heard Allison call 911 and tell the dispatcher that we had an intruder and that she could see him in there still, so they sent the cops over. They got here fast--I saw a cop car on the street north of us in no time. By this time, I was peeking out my blinds and saw a guy stroll right past my window and go down the stairs to an apartment in the house next door (to the north of our house, and my room is on the north side of the house). So Bad Guy went down there, and then came back out and started coming back up the stairs. That's when I realized there wasn't just one cop; about five of them triangulated (I know, you can't triangulate with five) and I couldn't help thinking about the lions taking down the zebra. I found myself going "get him get him!" And they did. They shouted "GET UP HERE! GET UP HERE! GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!!!" He resisted, but they got him down on the ground.

At this point, little Hillery came upstairs, terrified and having no idea what was going on, so we filled her in and we all watched the show from our beds in mine and Amy's room. Then Amy and Allison had to go fill out police reports, blah blah blah...Anyway, the cop told us that they got the guy on counts of trespassing, burglary, and resisting arrest and he's going to jail tonight. He told us the guy would get a minimum of two years for all that. Amy and Allison might have to testify in court, but the cop said he was pretty sure the guy will be in jail for quite a while.

Maybe now our landlord will believe us when we say we need better safety measures instead of just saying that the cop was "trying to scare us" like he said last time. Fun times!