A+T

Happy. Happy. Loves.

Drop, Drop Slow Tears

Drop, drop, slow tears,
And bathe those beauteous feet,
Which brought from Heav’n
The news and Prince of Peace.

Cease not, wet eyes,
His mercies to entreat;
To cry for vengeance:
Sin doth never cease.

In your deep floods
Drown all my faults and fears;
Nor let His eye see
Sin, but through my tears.



[*No, I did not write this.]

An Evening with the Giauques

Me (explaining to nephew): A palindrome is a word or phrase that's spelled the same backwards and forwards
Someone else: Like "canal."
*silence*
Me: No, not at all like "canal."

...Bless her.

This came for me in the mail today.

And I'm really excited.

You guys should be friends with us

me: I've been letting my room get really messy so I can clean it as a reward when I finish my paper.
so I'm really hurrying
...cause I'm a geek. but my room is really dirty
Andy: I've been doing something similar. tonight, I'm cleaning my WHOLE DAMN HOUSE
I'm gonna go buy a mop and everything.
me: wheee!
Andy: we can have a cleaning party and I'll come help you with yours!
me: !!

Better and better.

Let's start with this.



What could be better than that, you ask? Look no further than this:



Thank you, Russia.

I arbitrarily choose blue

In such a frenetic, feverish world with every imaginable conflicting ideal being pelted at us, is it any wonder we're all confused out of our minds?








Exactly what color am I to go?

And how can one "go" a color? Please, someone, make some sense of this.

Them olden days

Do you find it weird that I used to have the Israeli national anthem memorized?

I've found a new love

This breed of dog is somewhat new in my life, but I met one at Sundance the other day and fell in love





Still not convinced? Try not melting at THIS:



If you didn't just squeal, you're soulless and I want nothing more to do with you.

There's no time for hatred

We all know that Cold starts tomorrow, and we're all wetting our pants about it cause that's all there is to do in this town, and I admit I am no exception. I've been planning tomorrow's outfit all day, except I still have no idea what it's going to be. I've invested more thought in that topic tonight than in homework and have nothing in either category to show for it. That's okay. It'll be an outfit surprise and tomorrow will be homework-ly busy. (I accidentally typed "busty." Heh.)

Hey guys. Stop being obsessed with Etsy and telling me to buy your homemade gluey craft crap when you're not good at making anything and you're just making ugly accessories that I'm sick of seeing anyway. (That wasn't directed at anyone who reads this blog...as far as I'm aware.) Bah! Humbug!

I really really like this child:



She kind of makes my day. All the time. She's seriously an adorable spaz and I encourage any and all of you to get to know her.

That is all.

It's too late to be doing this

Guys, I just beat my old #10 score in Tetris. It's been a while since I've done that.

Would you all read a magazine article about simple ways to set up, and subsequently keep a monetary budget?
I don't think I would either, but I'm writing one. I'm trying to think of ways to make it sound like something that anyone would want to read. (That's why I'm playing Tetris...it helps me think.)

So, think about it. If you had to read an article about budgeting, first of all: would you?, and second: wait, this sentence is completely faulty. Just tell me what you think should be included/omitted in such an article. It would help me out, and also I'm just curious about what other people think.

...I'm tired.

I got too much to say for it to be important

See, I want to be stylish and also pretty. Those are things you're born with though, right?

So what you see is what you get, ladies and gentlemen. Take or leave. Even borderline frumpy, shy girls have some awesomeness and cuddliness to offer. I just don't want to turn into something you'd see on peopleofwalmart.com. Watch me. I can at least not get to that point. Unless said people are happy with they way they are. More power to them, in that case. I say, wear leopard print anything that's three sizes too small. I wouldn't wanna look at ya, but as long as you're happy. Good.

My lotion smells good though. That's one thing I can control. It smells like a fuzzy fall sweater. Mmm, fall.

If you live in the same town as I do, and you hate 98% of things in said town as much as I do, just look at the freaking mountains right now. They've got a layer of green, mossy trees all over, with fiery red accents that you couldn't make up. It gives a person some grounding and a reminder that all's not lost.

There are some decent people in this town. I love it, but I'm ready to be gone. Too much has happened.

A definite plus, this is coming back into my life within the next month or so:

American Airlines

It only makes sense that the employees of airlines would have to go to staff meetings periodically.



I wonder if American Airlines employees get a kick out of telling their families they're going to an AA meeting. I bet the families get really sick of that joke.

Hello Dear

Today I visited my MySpace page for the first time in ages--just for old times' sake, and because I ran out of ways to avoid writing my research paper. I thought I'd share with you, dear readers, a little gem sent to me a few months ago from one James Smith, a 44-year-old divorced contractor from Brooklyn. The message appears _exactly_ as I received it.

Subject: Hello Dear

Message: Hello Lovely...
How are you and how you doing i hope all is well
with you....am james and am new i just got to
this site cos i will love to meet someone i will
share the rest of my life with have been single
for 3 years now and since when i lost my
wife...well i will let you more about myself when
you write back to me and pls tell me abit of
yourself in your reply...cos am here for a serious
relationship and i will be very happy to hear back
from you son have gone throught your profile
and i must tell you i will love to spend the rest of
my life with you...i hope to hear from you soon...
let put things togerther and see the outcome...
Stay blessed..
Regards...
James.S

Yep. I really missed out. I think he could have been the One.

Mother of Days

If you are a woman and you are married, read the following. If you're neither or only one of the two, I don't care, do whatever you want.

If you want to know how well your husband really knows you, talk to retail workers the day before Mothers' Day.

For me, the day before Mothers' Day means busy work days, where the store is filled with wide-eyed, desperate men looking for a woman--any woman--who will tell them what their wives want. And they will believe that woman no matter what she says. As one such woman, I try to get a sense of the wives' personality, general likes, interests...

This is where it gets interesting. Most men have no idea what their wives would want. There are varying degrees of embarrassment, from the man barely knowing his wife's name, to the attentive ones who, before they went shopping, took a look in the medicine cabinet to see what she uses already.

So ladies, for a small fee, I will be your eyes and ears. And you can bust your husband. Cause why not?

(Men, for a slightly bigger fee, I will keep my mouth shut. For an even bigger fee, I will divulge how much money your wives _actually_ spend at that store during their regular shopping. It's kind of ridiculous.)

No Pressure

This just made me laugh and laugh and laugh.

It's 3:08 and I'm Wide Awake

You know that game Whack-A-Mole?

I'm the mole the last couple weeks. I'm trying not to be, I've even been determined not to be smacked around.

Something happens, something bad, something that gets me down. I analyze it and see that it's just life; bad things happen and you go on. So I move on, feeling hopeful, determined to move through it, more excited about life and WHACK!--something else lands a blow.

Again, I tell myself, that's life. Life is hard. For everyone. So I compose myself, try harder this time, feel even more hopeful, think "hey, I'm gonna do well from here on out" WHACK!

etc.
etc.
etc.


It gets tiresome, being the mole.

I'm thinking of what I'd rather be, and for some reason the first thing that comes to mind is one of those springy snakes that go in the fake can of peanuts. You approach it, thinking it's something normal and kinda boring, and ZOING! You get a surprise which later, after you've thought about it, you laugh at. I want to be that now please.

Where Have All the Good Friends Gone?

I was looking through old Facebook photos tonight and I realized something: I miss having friends.

It appears I used to have...you know...friends. Or at least friends-in-law, meaning people who were friends with my like two friends who came over all the dang time so it felt like I had friends too. But still. Where are you guys? I miss you?
Oh that wasn't a question.



(*disclaimer: if we are currently friends and hang out, I don't mean to discount you. I'm only talking to the ones I don't see anymore. Don't be mad.)

Don't judge

Much of me wishes that Fingernail Guy was packing heat tonight

Attention Ignorant Softheads:

Being female is NOT a "persuasion." The word "persuasion" has to do with deeply held convictions or beliefs.

Being genetically a female is not an opinion. At least not when you describe women as being of the "female persuasion." So don't do it. It's just gone too far.




Everything is adding up and I had to subtract this one thing.

Get Ready

...to look at this. And weep.



I waaaaant it!

Tomorrow or now

Some people remain actual friends.

Quote from dinner:
Me: "What is _____ doing lately?"
Other: "Mmm, nothing. Sleeping around. The house."

Sleep comes in feast or famine. Right now, the latter.

I've been super happy lately. Except not. My mom asked me once why I don't tell her when there's something wrong. She doesn't ask the right questions. Or at the right time. Not her fault. Mine. When I act happiest is often when I'm very much not. Why would anyone do that?

So what is the point? Why am I saying this? Does it need a point? Sympathy. Answers. Human connection?
No. I only want to see what frustration looks like on a screen.

There's a something just out of my reach that I want; it's been just out of my reach for a very long time. I've been trying to figure out how to get at it. And for the life of me I just can't. And life passes me by.
All I'm saying is I (try to) accept that life is hard. But right now it's just so so frustrating. And I'm tired. I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired.


So negative. I'll post something positive tomorrow.





Maybe.

Fail Blog

It's one thing to hear I didn't get the job, but did they have to point out that I came in last place?

A Call for Reality

Why won't I think of anything to say.

Self-improvement is a thing for me right now. I said it aloud the other day and it was only then I realized it: by saying there's too much hypocrisy, I was myself guilty of it. It's got me internal. In most aspects of my life, I complain. Mostly I complain about myself.

That makes it okay, yeah? Well it gets dull. It makes life dull, and I want a story to tell.

There's a lot of opposition in me, which usually makes for good writing, but I don't know how to say it. But I like you. And I'm gonna try to be nicer.


I get most dissatisfied at night. Old habits. These habits die or die hard but come back again and another again. Bleh.
It's not night. It's one in the afternoon.

They've landed

I just saw the worst fashion collision ever to hit a college town: saggy bum skinny jeans.

I weep.

Good bad

I accepted a ride from a stranger this morning.

It was one of the best decisions I've ever made.

Grump

For the first time this semester, I'm in the secret lab. I have it all to myself and I can play whatever music I want.

But.

The computers in this lab don't have the software I need to do an assignment. That means I have to go down to the Common Knowledge lab. That means people.

Ew.

Guess you can say I'm not average

The average American gains about seven pounds between Thanksgiving and New Year. I made a goal around the end of November to make myself "unaverage." I didn't think it was too lofty a goal, and I was pretty sure I'd be able to do it. How did I do? Well...

Goal: Don't gain any weight during the holidays. Just maintain my weight.
January 3, 2009: Gained 10 pounds

This is why I don't make goals.

In the Winter

I love seeing paw prints in the snow, because that means something cute has walked there recently.

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."

?

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!

I like college cause I get to eat Oreos for breakfast.

Tee-hee!

Today I pet two cross-eyed kitties.

Two different kitties.

Both cross-eyed.

Hindsight is 20/20

Now I see that English Language was the painfully obvious choice all along.

What is my problem?

Lolley Land

Click here for paintings. Simply lovely.

Click

http://www.procreo.jp/labo/flower_garden.swf

Just click all over on this page and even click and drag the mouse. Cute.

This Bunny Has No face

Because I ate it.

Happy Easter

Fact:

People from Liverpool are called Liverpudlians

Can't Sleep!

I wish pillows were 33% thicker. Why don't they make thicker pillows?

Wait maybe it's just my pillows. Maybe I need new pillows.

I Want You All to Take a Look at This

http://www.theatlantic.com/doc/200303/rauch

Now leave me alone.

Stop Abductions

Make your own HELMET, for your sake and your family's

Ew

Skittles should really stick to their fruity roots

It Comes Down to:

I disapprove of relationships in general. That's why I'm destined to be miserable.

Oh Now Really

Seriously. Watch.

100 Chairs in 100 days

Look

Repercussions

Since my last post, several friends have come to me and said "You've never had stuffed crust pizza?! Oh, Caitie. Ohh, it's SO GOOD." Inevitably amended with, "oh, but it's so gross."

I'm pretty excited.

I admit:

I've -always- wanted to try stuffed crust pizza.

Bad

I'm trying to make myself stop and go eat something else, but the truth is I only want to eat Ben and Jerry's for lunch.

So. Take THAT, everything Mom's taught me!

Weirdest thing anyone said to me all day:

"I like your musk. or at least what I imagine to be your musk."

Nerd.

I'm getting really tired of losing friends.




But this makes me really happy.

Boo.

The best part is, I had the worst morning and THEN I realized it was Valentine's Day. Oh boy.

I'm tired. I want sincerity.

Should I move to Salt Lake in the fall?

Ellen

Now Ellen's gotten in on it.

I laughed until I cried.

Really.

Now this is ridiculous

Conspiracy

I think Zach Condon and Andrew Bird are secretly the same person.

Couldn't Pass This Up

Sarah Brightman should thank her lucky stars she met Andrew Lloyd Webber so she wasn't stuck doing this the rest of her life

Hate

DoEs AnYoNe ElSe ReAlLy ReAlLy HaTe It WhEn PeOpLe TyPe LiKe ThIs? CaUsE i Do. I tHiNk I mIgHt StAb ThE nExT pErSoN i CaTcH dOiNg It. It'S sUrPrIsInGlY hArD. wHy WoUlD aNyOnE wItH sUcH lImItEd BrAiN pOwEr AlReAdY wAsTe So MuCh Of It JuSt To MaKe ThEiR mYsPaCe PaGe LoOk MoRe QuIrKy?/?/

Smelly :(

Last night I had a dream that I was hugging my friend and I asked him if I smelled funny and he said yeah kind of.

I'm going to go put on some perfume now.

A couple other gems from today

Get out of here! I'm trying to watch my favorite show with my favorite toe intact!

My toes break every week! Every week they break!

--Name witheld

The Best Overheard Phone Conversation All Day

...was spoken by a guy I was walking behind on campus. It went roughly like this:

Yeah dude, we're going out to dinner tonight. And like, you know me, man, I don't like doing boring, everyday things, like things that everybody else does, especially in the Provo scene[EXACT PHRASE]. So, like, after dinner, we're going to draw pictures of each other, and...[inaudible]...fish sticks(?)...[inaudible]...you know, just something really creative like that...yeah dude. No. Dude, where do you think I'm going tonight, dude, I'm going to dinner...

I wish I could have followed him longer to hear more, but I really had to run up to the library to blog about it before I forgot anything.

Morning Theft

"You're a woman, I'm a calf.
You're a window, I'm a knife.
We come together making chance into starlight."



....???

Uh-oh

Dark chocolate snickers are reeeeaaally good.

I've

recently realized what a huge snob I am.

...sorry

Merry friggin Christmas

I was in the kitchen.

There was a pounding on the door. I called "come in."

They didn't come in, they just started singing. Because they were carolers.

I ran and hid behind Heather's dresser as they continued to knock and wish me a merry Christmas.

I am a terrible person.

It just occurred to me

me: ummm finals blow. so does this stupid computer class i'm taking. why am i taking it? someone said it was easy

amyleah: i don't know. bleh.

me: it's not easy. it sucks

amyleah: why am i even in school?

me: why am i alive?

pt. 2

You know it's getting near the end of the semester when you find yourself hoping to be hit by a car so you don't have to do your final projects.

Heather already has been hit by a car. Lucky.

Amy wants to know how to break her arms.

We are in trouble.

Finals countdown

Studying contains the word dying.

Tied with this!

Dang, I forgot. This wins most terrifying.

This year's winner

...of the semi-annual birthday drawing contest is:



by Amy L. Nelson

A Wonderful Thing

Amy and I turned on the heat to our house today.

It was 55 degrees in our house at the warmest part of the day. We figured it was time.

busted

Has this ever happened to you?

My eyes are cold.

Also I think I sprayed straightening spray in one of them. I'm convinced the two events are unrelated though.

A Complement to Us All

"We don't have any grotesquely unattractive friends."

Thanks from us all, Amy.

Next

A sextet, featuring John, Pearl, and some new friends!

So you like John Daker?

Meet his friends. First is Pearl Gross, with bonus material: stand-up comedy

A stolen question

Would you rather be ridiculously good at one thing or mediocre at many things?

When asked this question, I said I would want to be really good at one thing if that thing were learning how to do things really well. Friend said that didn't count.

So you can't use that one.

Downer

I burned a whole pan of brownies today :(

This ended up being kinda funny

Otherwise I wouldn't post it.

Put your iTunes on shuffle and ask the iTunes Gods each of the following questions or scenerios

What were you like as a baby?
Song: Something--the Beatles

How was your childhood?
Song: Arrival to Netherfield--from Pride & Prejudice (yeah not funny--this one doesn't make sense)

How was high school for you?
Song: Bachelorette--Bjork.

Your first kiss?
Song: Like Eating Glass--Bloc Party. Yikes.

Your first boyfriend/girlfriend?
Song: I'm a Believer--The Monkees

Describe your Wedding.
Song: A Mistake--Fiona Apple

The person you're going to marry.
Song: Mean Mr. Mustard--The Beatles (I'm not making these up)

How are you going to die?
Song: The Boy With the Thorn in His Side--The Smiths

Describe your funeral.
Song: Find My Baby--Moby (??)

How do you feel about religion?
Song: My Baby Just Cares for Me--Nina Simone

(And my personal favorite):
What do you do on vacations?
Song: Stoned--Dido

Mission Accomplished

One month. No soda. Done.

I just drank like 32 ounces of DP. Crap.