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I'll clear up a few things before I tell you what's been happening recently!

College Schmollage

I did end up leaving school after my "Sophomore Slump" post. I know what you're thinking, "What an idiot!" Well, I'm not completely irresponsible!

Now

I took the semester off to look for a job, then just recently I was hired back to my old job. I applied the other day for a local university that has a new music program! Woohoo! I'm pumped to go back! I'm living back at home, which I feel kind of lame for, but I'm going to try to find a second job so I can afford an apartment (My friend, Calculator Girl, is in the same boat right now.).
I also picked up my guitar again and I'm getting fairly good at it. I don't feel I need to be awesome, but I enjoy singing along to my guitar whether it's an original song or the newest (or any) song out on the  radio.
Drove my sister to Columbus this past Wednesday for some insurance test she had to take for her new job. I'm one of those people who have to have the window down ripping through my hair if it's super nice out. I also hang my arm out the window. That explains the massive sunburn on my left arm! The sun was hitting it all day. I work at a Grocery store where old ladies always feel the need to rub my arm. Enough said!

Scary Slice

So my family decided to have a cookout yesterday, because my mom had to work today (Memorial Day). Well, my mom decided to bring her mom some pasta salad she had made and while she was gone my dad started to prepare the food to bring out to the picnic table. All of a sudden I hear, "Oh, SHIT!" I ran into the kitchen to see what had happened and he explained that he sliced his finger open while cutting onions (which is weird because my mom was cutting onions earlier that day for another dish and thought that she had cut her finger). He said that he felt like he was going to pass out so he went and sat down. I noticed that he started sweating profusely and I ran and got him a cold towel. When I turned around he had gotten up and walked into the dining room table. He was sitting half-way on a chair and rocking back and forth. I asked him what he was doing with laughter in my voice because I thought he was joking. My dad has never passed out from seeing blood ever. I remember one time he ran a carpet knife right into his leg and it hardly phased him. My dad started to turn pale and I tried to readjust him on his seat. I couldn't, I'm a strong girl, but his entire body was limp. Then his eyes rolled back into his head and he made a weird moaning sound and then a noise that sounded like he was going to throw up everything he had ever eaten. This freaked me and my sister out and she called 9-1-1, but she didn't think it went through, so she hung up and ran to get her cell phone. All this time I had been yelling, "Dad, can you hear me... Dad." Olivia walked in and was about to press send and I yelled, "DAD." Startled, he answered "What?" Like nothing had happened. "Are you okay? We're going to call an Ambulance." "No, don't I'm fine." My sister shuts her phone and goes to the house phone again to call my grandma's to see if my mom was still there. She wasn't. She was tanning (She had gone to my Grandma's and then tanning. She never tells us, because she knows we hate that she tans). My sister called her cell and got a hold of her. After she hangs up, the phone rings. It's an EMT calling to see if everything was okay. We told them it was, but they still ended up sending an officer out to check it out.
My dad thinks that the medication he was on for tendinitis in his arms (it had been making him feel weird) was the cause for the weird reaction, but I'm not so sure it was. I feel like it might have been a mild stroke, but he swears it wasn't. It was the most bizarre and scary thing I've ever seen him do. He says he feels fine now, it's been a day, but I'm going to be keeping an eye on him just in case.

Summertime Singing

I went to a friends bonfire and one of my other friend's twin brother wanted me to sing for some reason. I get nervous when I sing in front of fans but if I'm singing for a total stranger, I'm fine--weird, I know! So he wanted me to sing to all these songs I didn't know and then he said, "sing some Taylor Swift." Now, I like her songs, but I thing the songs that I write are much better suited for my voice then her songs. I told him I could sing one of my songs A Capella and I did. I was so relieved when they said they liked it! One kid even said something about having an "Angelic Voice, baby-cakes!" He was most likely drunk. I've never heard him say "baby-cakes" when he is sober!
I was pleasantly surprised at how fun the party was! I hadn't spoken to a lot of the people that were there in ages!
Oh, I also hit a possum that night, but I was going about 5 miles an hour and didn't get him with the wheel, so there's a good chance he's still out there somewhere! I wasn't drunk--I'm the designated driver every time!

I'm going to have to start writing on vox again! I miss it!

  College. Not a requirement for all jobs, yet I still feel scared that I wouldn't get anywhere without it. I'm in a bit of a slump right now. Maybe because I'm finishing up my pre-requisites and haven't started any classes that have to do with my major, maybe because I'm not sure what my major will be, or maybe I just don't want to be in college. I'm not sure. It's only my Sophomore year, but I don't want to get up to my Senior year and ask myself, "Why the hell did I go through all of that?".
  I don't feel like going to classes anymore or even leaving my apartment and I'd rather go home on the weekends than stay and hang out with friends. I rarely study for tests as well--there's no motivation there. I don't know why I feel this way. I feel bored with life. Maybe a little depressed. Not sure what to do. My mom asked if I wanted to go back next semester, which is quickly approaching, and I told her yes. I'm just scared of disappointing my family. Plus, my housing contract is already for the next semester... $8,000 down the drain if I don't finish this year.
 

  Wow, It's been a long time since I've written on Vox. I kind of feel like I've abandoned--I didn't even remember having a Vox account until I received an e-mail about someone adding me to their neighborhood. I'm going to try to write here more often. I know it helped alleviate some stress last year!
  I don't know if anyone actually reads my posts, but I promise you, if there is a "you", that I will try to write here more often!

What's the best photo you took this year?  Show and tell!

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I took this picture of my friends at a local "hole in the wall" diner. It was our Senior Year (2007) and we all went out to breakfast on President's Day! It was a blast. I think it really captures our randomnes and craziness! And I love that Rachel (bottom left) couldn't keep a straight face!

WARNING: If you are offended easily, there WILL be cursing in the following post... I'm that ticked.

MySpace Morron

  I can't even begin to explain how freaking mad I am right now. I feel like I have been slapped in the face by so many people right now. I made a myspace for a friend of mine because he asked me to. I started to make a layout for it, because I have a layout site, and all of a sudden i notice that his profile keeps changing to this trashy looking mass of crap. A Bright red background with an obnoxiously huge white swirl in the of the page-and did I mention a stripper on his contact table. He called me at 12:30 in the morning (I'm at home for the weekend) and starts bitching at me for changing the layout. He wouldn't of cared, usually; except, his friend, who thinks he's the shit, was there telling him what to say. Acting like it was HIS myspace and not my friends. Now, I know, you're probably thinkging, "Well, you're acting the same way," but I wouldn't have cared that he didn't want my layout if he wouldn't have been such a douche bag on the phone.

EDIT: May 25th, 2009: I can't believe the event above even made me mad--I'm a little embarrassed that I posted it!

Calculator, Shmalculator

  So, recently, my friend asked to borrow my TI-83 calculator for her homework. I didn't even think twice to let her borrow it. Well, I told her I was going to the Student Union and she asked if she could come. I didn't care, so I said yeah. Time goes by and we find out that Wes and Johanna from the Real World were at our campus for Alcohol Awareness Week. So we pack up our things and go hang out with them!

  We get home and we sat down at the dining room table. I heard her say, "I know I put it in here." "What? What did you lose?" She didn't answer the first time, and I asked again. SHE LOST MY $100 CALCULATOR. I stayed calm and we called the Union. They didn't find it, so we looked outside by my car, and all over the house. The next day we went back to where we were sitting and looked. We didn't find it anywhere.

  So, I told her she needed to get me a new one because I have a math class and I'll most likely need it soon. This was three and a half weeks ago. WHERE IS MY CALCULATOR? This is fucking ridiculous. I NEED a calculator for my class and my tests and quizzes. The first time I used the teacher's calculator, but I can't do that anymore. I don't think it's fair that my grade could slip because she won't tell her mom about losing my calculator. It's stupid

EDIT: May 25th, 2009: I got my calculator a while after this post!

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One Sick Chick

  I have a sinus infection and the whole left side of my face is sore. I feel like someone could hit me in the teeth with a hammer and I wouldn't feel it-they feel dead if that's possible. My forehead is sore, too. My face feels tence and under pressure. What sucks even more is that I had to work 2-8 today and I was miserable. I also have to work 2-8 tomorrow. Oh Joy! This sucks. 

 

 

  So, I started an English class yesterday-- one of those mid-semester ones. I'm not sure why it had to start so late, but it did! Although it started yesterday, I had already been to this class before... Yeah, my adviser failed to mention that she scheduled me for a mid-semester class. So not wanting to be late, I left a half an hour before the class so I had time to figure out where it was. Well, I hit major traffic in the city and didn't show up until 6:15. Did I mention it's a 6:05 class? I know it's only ten minutes, but first impressions last forever! Well, me and about five others showed up on August 27th. We waited for about fourty-five minutes and then decided to leave. I went with two other girls and we found out that it didn't start until October 17th.

  I walked in a half an hour early... on the right day and in followed another girl. We started talking and she was actually pretty nice. In walked a boy this time. Not short and not tall-- Slender, with the emo flip, and winter gloves with the fingers cut off, that looked like bumblebees. We all started talking and laughing as others arrived. The whole class, with the exception of one stuck-up girl who wouldn't speak to anyone except her friend, (we tried talking to her and she just ignored us,) was awesome!

  Oh, and my Professor was impressed with my writing! Yay, me!

Ahh, the College Life! Full of Adventure, Learning... and Booze! Well, at least for most college students. Then there are the ones like me who don't drink... hence the Diet Pepsi-- even though I hate Pepsi. Go Coca-Cola!

In high school I never really partied hard. I mean, I'd go to my friends parties but I wouldn't drink and none of my friends really drank. If they did, they weren't drunk. (Except for one time, my friend, Justin, was drunk-- but that's a whole other story!)

As I was saying-- Friday night my neighbor had a HUGE Birthday Party and my best friend ended up as drunk as a skunk (The girl in the orange sweater) and was caressing some random guys chin! It was quite funny!

Anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is: I just don't understand why people get so wasted that they can't even remember what they did the night before, or in My friend's case, their behavior totally changes from respectful, fun, and loud to uncontrollable, wild, and obnoxiously loud.

  I'm not a makeup girl.  The only time I would wear makeup in high school was when my mom would give me that line. You know what line. "But Caity, don't you want to look nice?" I hate that line. I've tried to tell her time and time again that it is possible to look nice without having to wear makeup.

  Well, yesterday I was getting ready for my first class and all of a sudden my mom popped in my head. She had no right to get in there! "Don't you want to look nice?" I gave in. It's kind of sad... I'm in college and I live in an appartment with my friends and my mom still contols my life! Gosh! So I put on my lipgloss, which was "poppin'", some bronzer, a little eyeshadow, and mascara. I swear I have a point.

  On my way home from the Student Union yesterday I noticed that my brakes felt a little weird. I could push them all the way down to the floor. I'm not a mechanic, but I don't think that's a good sign. Oh yeah, did I mention I'm broke; therefore I don't have any money to fix my breaks. I don't have a job, but I have been putting in applications, so it's not like I'm not trying.

  I can't remember the last time I really cried, but telling my mom that my brakes were out brought me to tears. It's not just my breaks... I'm just a little stressed and I never talk to anyone about it. I missed a class the other day because I could hear my alarm over the three fans that I have in my room because we don't have air conditioning. I recently had a flat tire on the same car with the crappy breaks. Roommates aren't always fun. My Astronomy class is not what I thought it was going to be.

  I know, I know, I shouldn't whine, but I don't talk to anybody about it, so I'd rather just spill it on vox.

  And now, my point. Why is it that everytime I wear mascara... I end up crying?

Right now I am listening to "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley... I know, I know... It's a little cheesy, but the other day me and some of my new friends from UA went around our Student Union, our Rec Center, and outside around campus and played that song on a speaker and the guys danced and sang while I videotaped...

  First off, I should start by saying... I don't and won't give out any information that could lead to me being murdered, beaten, stalked, etc. Second-- My name is Caitlin!

  Okay, now that that's out of the way I will tell you a bit about myself.

  As much as I wish I could say my life has been like a movie it hasn't. Sometimes my friends suck, I don't get straight A's, and I haven't had the perfect high school ramance. Come to think of it the last guy I, and one of my best friends, dated turned out to be gay. Don't get me wrong. I'm all about Rainbow Power, but it just kind of puts a damper on things when you have to explain to people, "Oh, my ex? Ummn... no, he's not dating any other girls. He's actually dating a man right now!"

  My childhood nickname is Ling Poo because my parents thought I looked Asian when I was born. I had a full head of black hair and my eyes were oblong. I hope this doesn't sound stereotypical or racist... It is not meant to be taken that way!

  I currently have four dogs-- one is the devil in disguise... seriously. The other three are so cute. The "devil dog" is cute too, it's just that he's insane... insane in the membrane!

  I am in love with computers! I love making webpages and doing HTML coding. Call me a nerd if you want, I don't care, I love messing with computers!

  And lastly, probably the only thing that I really care about. I sing. I am a music freak. I love all types, I'm not much of a rap fan, but there are some good songs. If you want to hear me sing check out:

Myspace or Youtube

  That's it. If you want to know anything else message me!