I've Been Thinking

About the following:

1. School starting on Monday
2. New roomies/classmates

3. Work out regimes and my new bike
4. These places

Here's The Thing.

I am not a shy person. So when someone asks, "Hey Caitlin, would you like to get to know... this person is pretty interested in it, would you like to give it a shot?" My response is "Couldn't hurt right? One more friend never killed anyone." (Unless you're Caesar/Brutus but that is not this case...) What stinks about this little situation is that the other person decided that based on my age, and my age alone, I am not fit to be numbered among his friends. Barf. First of all, I am a firm believer that age alone does not define the maturity, responsibility or intelligence of a person. I've known many a 30+ year old who still lives in their parent's house, plays video games all day long and cracks under the pressure of any responsibility given to them. Granted I also know many 20 year olds who can't handle responsibility either. However, I'm not going to hide the fact that I can in fact handle responsibility. I moved-literally moved-across the country to a new state where it's difficult for me to just turn around and go home for the weekend or the summer. I have flown the nest (which doesn't mean I don't want to visit sometimes) and I don't ever plan on moving back in. I have a job, I have to pay for my own tuition, food, clothes, bills! Don't insult me by treating me as if I can't handle being mature or responsible because the second you overlook how awesome a person is, you lose. Not me.

I don't need this person in my life in order to survive and I am sure the reverse is true. Which is fine. But don't base the quality of a person on their age. It's despicable and just plain rude. That's just how I feel about it.

A Poem

This poem was written by me to a friend (Kelly) who told me to remind her to bring the Harry Potter audio cds back from her home in Colorado for me to borrow. I decided that a fun reminder would be more enjoyable than one of those boring "Hey, don't forget..." ones. I am very proud of it.

Kelly, Dear Kelly

I'm writing to say

I hope you are having a fabulous day.

And did you know something?

So wonderfully true?

I love Harry Potter. I do! I do!

And what's more, I do love to listen

To the story that J.K. Rowling has written.

Voiced by Jim Dale (his voice makes me swoony-

Just like those boys, Padfoot, Prongs and Moony)

Ron's cute mannerisms make me blush and giggle

and all the adventures make me squirm and wiggle.

So Kelly, Dear Kelly,

I'd love you to bring back

the audio cds that my libraries lack.

And Kelly, Dear Kelly,

If you do this good deed

I'll never forsake you in your time of need.

Love, Caitlin

I LOVE HARRY POTTER! LONG LIVE DUMBLEDORE! (Well...)

Saturday is a Special Day.

Weekends are fabulous. Sleeping in makes everything seem so much better and that fact alone really just made this past Saturday a marvelous one. But sleeping in alone wasn't the only reason for a FABULOUS Saturday. I'll give you a play by play...so to speak.

I slept in! YAY! You may not think this is a grand thing but getting up at 6:40a.m. every morning (just about) of your summer just isn't all fun and games. By 4 o'clock I'm usually dead tired. Anyway, I slept in until about 10:30. When I woke up, there were waffles to be eaten. It was spendiforous.

I got a hair cut. Halellujah. Seriously, my hair has been asking to be given some shape for some time now and I finally was able to do it. I went with Jackie (the best roommate ever) and Bri! It was really a lot fun. Perhaps I'll put some before and after pics up later.

Ward Closing Social. Three words, the second being the most saddening of all, that kind of put a damper on the actual fest itself but in the end it was really really fun. We had a BBQ, we played volleyball, we played Quidditch and then it turned into quite the water balloon fight.

Swam in the pool for a few hours.

Went out to dinner for a friend's birthday. YAY!

Came home and chilled. What's better that?

It really was a good Saturday.

"I've lost my mind."

Are You Watching Closely?

Two movies of significant interest have been on my mind lately.
Very different from one another yet very similar. Why? An Illusion. The movie itself takes the characteristic of the story it tells to mystify and stump the ever invested audience member.

Two Movies.
One is newer and has been the subject of many a debate between me and my friends. Was he dead? In denial? In a dream? What did the top really do? It can't be possible that he ended up with his children, he died or is dreaming. But why can't it be possible? What is so inconceivable about him being in reality.
Was it all a lie? Was it all just a dream?
Two Movies.
The second is older. But not by much. Although the story is much different the pull is the same.
And who was obsessed with the mystery more? And was there really a villain? Was the machine really a scientific masterpiece or a ruse for funding?
Was it the original?Was it the double?
Two Movies.
Are you watching closely?