I need to be a little more careful about what I say on this blog. Apparently the LAPD and Captain Hammer are among our viewers.
Well, not really, because this is a written blog, not a video blog, and I don't have a PhD in Horribleness. Not yet, at least.
Anyhow. I have made a decision as of late: dating is stupid. I don't like it. I think that horomones are stupid as well. As are members of each gender between the ages of eighteen and twenty-six. Before eighteen they are just immature and after twenty-six (or so) they are either married or bitter (at least if they are LDS).
Females are stupid because they usually either want what they can't have or what would be bad for them. Sometimes both in one fell swoop. They want what doesn't want them back or what lives hundreds of miles away or what doesn't exist. Philip, Beast, Eric, Aladdin, Prince Charming; none of them really exist! What we get are real, live men with real, live flaws, which, don't get me wrong is fine! Life would be incredibly boring without the flaws and the quirks, but ladies, we cannot pretend that those quirks don't exist! We will end up breaking our own heart! And why go through all that effort if we can just let a guy come along and do the breaking for us. What a gentlman, saving us the trouble. Gee, thanks.
Boys are stupid because they don't realize that we are breaking our spirits over them and so they don't realize that we read into their every movement, thinking, hoping, that maybe that one adjustment means they want to be closer to us. No! That's not what that means! It just means that he is uncomfortable on that part of the couch because there is a board or something jabbing him in the back! Males don't realize that the one playful punch they land on our arms makes our stomachs leap and that one wink, or grin, or laugh makes us feel like we are the only person in the room. Maybe stupid is too harsh a judgement to pass; oblivious might be more accurate. But to a girl whose eyes are brimming with a cocktail of hope and heartache there isn't much of a difference.
Ladies, just cry out that cocktail, throw in some olives, maybe a little something slightly stronger than salt water. Drink it down. Feel the burn of it. Better you than him.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Procrastinating....
So, I am supposed to be doing research for my Intro to Dance class, but instead, I decided to make the most of my evening by doing nothing. Don't get me wrong - the researc I am doing is legitimately interesting, I just don't want to. For example, tonight I learned that Tarantism was believed to be the disease contracted after being bit by a poisonous tarantula and one of the symptoms was uncontrollable, violent dancing, yet the ancing was the conly cure for it. Weird. Then again, this was in the Middle Ages and I think everyone was a little weird then.
Or I could be doing research for the story I am writing which is also pretty darn interesting. The other day I learned that some Evangelicals and conservative Protestants believe that several things can make a person more susceptible to demonic possesion like illicit sex, homosexual sex, drugs, porn. I was reading this and I was just thinking "Yeah, those definitely open a person up to evil spirits." But then I read the next one. Playing Dungeons and Dragons or other RPG games or other games with dragons. Man. I am in trouble. I thought of the same people that I new back home that believed that Harry Potter was satanic. It was just so strange. Then again, this is 2009 and I think everyone is a little strange now.
Or I could be folding my laundry. I did laundry on Thursday, but putting laundry always seems like such a chore to me, so I put it off and off and off. On Thursday I just slept underneath it and on Friday I wrapped it all in a blanket and then put it on the floor by my bed in such a way that it was out of sight from my bedroom door. Clothing burrito. It was awesome, but now I think it is just ridiculous and if I let it get to the one week mark I am officially a lazy-a slob.
On a more random note, I just sent off a text and it reminded me of the sad state of my cell phone. I drop everything. I am so rough on everything that I own. Other people's things I try to be more considerate about, but I have to be very, very conscious about it, like I have borrowed a couple of books from one of my friends who warned me adamantly that if any harm came to them, the consequences would be dire. It was very difficult, but I returned the books unscathed. Or one of them. I still have one. I should return that. Anyway. My phone. So the thing is covered in scratches, dings, and dents. Covered. A couple of weeks ago, however, the number pad fell off, so I have been spending a lot of my time picking up the thin piece of plastic and putting it back where it goes on my phone. However, last night, it fell off during the night and I haven't found it yet. All day I have been blinded by the little LED lights and trying to send off text messages without numbers and letters. Maybe if I get my laundry off the floor I will find it.
Alright. I am going to get to work. Gross.
Adios
Or I could be doing research for the story I am writing which is also pretty darn interesting. The other day I learned that some Evangelicals and conservative Protestants believe that several things can make a person more susceptible to demonic possesion like illicit sex, homosexual sex, drugs, porn. I was reading this and I was just thinking "Yeah, those definitely open a person up to evil spirits." But then I read the next one. Playing Dungeons and Dragons or other RPG games or other games with dragons. Man. I am in trouble. I thought of the same people that I new back home that believed that Harry Potter was satanic. It was just so strange. Then again, this is 2009 and I think everyone is a little strange now.
Or I could be folding my laundry. I did laundry on Thursday, but putting laundry always seems like such a chore to me, so I put it off and off and off. On Thursday I just slept underneath it and on Friday I wrapped it all in a blanket and then put it on the floor by my bed in such a way that it was out of sight from my bedroom door. Clothing burrito. It was awesome, but now I think it is just ridiculous and if I let it get to the one week mark I am officially a lazy-a slob.
On a more random note, I just sent off a text and it reminded me of the sad state of my cell phone. I drop everything. I am so rough on everything that I own. Other people's things I try to be more considerate about, but I have to be very, very conscious about it, like I have borrowed a couple of books from one of my friends who warned me adamantly that if any harm came to them, the consequences would be dire. It was very difficult, but I returned the books unscathed. Or one of them. I still have one. I should return that. Anyway. My phone. So the thing is covered in scratches, dings, and dents. Covered. A couple of weeks ago, however, the number pad fell off, so I have been spending a lot of my time picking up the thin piece of plastic and putting it back where it goes on my phone. However, last night, it fell off during the night and I haven't found it yet. All day I have been blinded by the little LED lights and trying to send off text messages without numbers and letters. Maybe if I get my laundry off the floor I will find it.
Alright. I am going to get to work. Gross.
Adios
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The Weekend Is Now Ending...
Well, it is Sunday night and the week is about to start again and school with it, but I like school this semester so I guess it isn't too bad.
But importantly: this weekend. On Friday our ward had an Untalented Show, which is exactly what it sounds like. People who have something they do well, but it isn't a skill that could be shown off in a real talent show, there you go. Untalent show. It was really fun. There were more people there with real talents than those, like me, who were untalented. I told lame jokes. Some of my favorites were
What do you call a dinosaur in the shower?
Wet.
How do you put a baby alien to sleep?
You rock it!
What do you call a sleepwalking nun?
Roman Catholic
What did the dentist say when the T Rex walked into his office?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hehe. But I had lots more; I just got nervous in front of everyone (which is just stupid because I knew everyone there and I am pretty sure that they all like me okay, or at least don't outright dislike me) and I forgot all of the lame jokes I had been collecting, like,
Why didn't the alien want to eat the clown?
He thought it would taste funny.
Why did mushroom go to the party?
Because he was a fungi.
Just plain forgot. Oh, well. There will always be more Untalent Shows. I hope. Anyhow. While I was at the Untalent show, I made up a new joke that I am ery proud of. I am not very clever when it comes to things like riddles or jokes, so I always get very pleased when I come up with one.
What do you call a cushion on a stool?
Stool softener!
I thought it was pretty great. I went around and told everyone that would listen. Some people laughed and some people just gave me the courtesy laugh.
Saturday was a good day, too. I went to the temple in the morning which was so nice. I will never get over how incredible it is that I live in a place where the temple is only a walk away. A fairly good walk, but a walk nonetheless. I actually walked home from the temple and it only took about thirty-five minutes and it was a beautiful day so I didn't mind at all.
Anna and I rented a movie and watched it. We rented it because it has my boyfriend, Jensen Ackles in it and I like to support him in his endeavors; I am a good girlfriend after all. It was really very good. Only there were a couple of scenes that frustrated me. I will never understand why there are always the sex scenes in movies when the same conflict could be presenting in a different setting. It makes me angry. Other than that it was very good; romantic comedy done right, for sure.
Today was a good Sunday. There was ward conference which threw off all our meeting times, but I like a little variety every now and again. After church, my roommates and I made breakfast for dinner and invited our hometeachers over to join us. I thought it was a dang good meal. I made muffins, bacon, sausage, and scrambled eggs. Anna made hashbrowns and chopped up cheese for the eggs, but she kept getting distracted by the Oscars and who can blame her? Sheredith made orange juice and pancakes, from scratch (the pancakes, that is). They were so good. We put grapes out on the table to balance the grease that filled up the sausage and bacon and eggs. The food was good and the conversation was fun. I personally think it should become something of a Sunday tradtion.
I saw the unwooable boy at the Untalented show, but I felt a little awkward. I don't know. It's some strange mental thing, but I cannot easily translate the fact that we are friends to places that are less familiar like church or socials; I am jsut so used to seeing him at his place or mine. It catches me offgaurd which inhibits my ability to woo, but maybe that's not a bad thing. I am not entirely sure what I would do with him if I every wooed him. It's an interesting thought.
Well, that's all for now.
Adieu.
But importantly: this weekend. On Friday our ward had an Untalented Show, which is exactly what it sounds like. People who have something they do well, but it isn't a skill that could be shown off in a real talent show, there you go. Untalent show. It was really fun. There were more people there with real talents than those, like me, who were untalented. I told lame jokes. Some of my favorites were
What do you call a dinosaur in the shower?
Wet.
How do you put a baby alien to sleep?
You rock it!
What do you call a sleepwalking nun?
Roman Catholic
What did the dentist say when the T Rex walked into his office?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hehe. But I had lots more; I just got nervous in front of everyone (which is just stupid because I knew everyone there and I am pretty sure that they all like me okay, or at least don't outright dislike me) and I forgot all of the lame jokes I had been collecting, like,
Why didn't the alien want to eat the clown?
He thought it would taste funny.
Why did mushroom go to the party?
Because he was a fungi.
Just plain forgot. Oh, well. There will always be more Untalent Shows. I hope. Anyhow. While I was at the Untalent show, I made up a new joke that I am ery proud of. I am not very clever when it comes to things like riddles or jokes, so I always get very pleased when I come up with one.
What do you call a cushion on a stool?
Stool softener!
I thought it was pretty great. I went around and told everyone that would listen. Some people laughed and some people just gave me the courtesy laugh.
Saturday was a good day, too. I went to the temple in the morning which was so nice. I will never get over how incredible it is that I live in a place where the temple is only a walk away. A fairly good walk, but a walk nonetheless. I actually walked home from the temple and it only took about thirty-five minutes and it was a beautiful day so I didn't mind at all.
Anna and I rented a movie and watched it. We rented it because it has my boyfriend, Jensen Ackles in it and I like to support him in his endeavors; I am a good girlfriend after all. It was really very good. Only there were a couple of scenes that frustrated me. I will never understand why there are always the sex scenes in movies when the same conflict could be presenting in a different setting. It makes me angry. Other than that it was very good; romantic comedy done right, for sure.
Today was a good Sunday. There was ward conference which threw off all our meeting times, but I like a little variety every now and again. After church, my roommates and I made breakfast for dinner and invited our hometeachers over to join us. I thought it was a dang good meal. I made muffins, bacon, sausage, and scrambled eggs. Anna made hashbrowns and chopped up cheese for the eggs, but she kept getting distracted by the Oscars and who can blame her? Sheredith made orange juice and pancakes, from scratch (the pancakes, that is). They were so good. We put grapes out on the table to balance the grease that filled up the sausage and bacon and eggs. The food was good and the conversation was fun. I personally think it should become something of a Sunday tradtion.
I saw the unwooable boy at the Untalented show, but I felt a little awkward. I don't know. It's some strange mental thing, but I cannot easily translate the fact that we are friends to places that are less familiar like church or socials; I am jsut so used to seeing him at his place or mine. It catches me offgaurd which inhibits my ability to woo, but maybe that's not a bad thing. I am not entirely sure what I would do with him if I every wooed him. It's an interesting thought.
Well, that's all for now.
Adieu.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
For the Record
It has come to my attention that it looks like I have only one friend, Jayna. And while I love Jayna, I am blessed enough to have other people that are always there.
First off, there are my best friends in Texas, Sarah and Cassie. I miss them, but I talk to them at least once a week. Except for last week, but I was sick so I hope they don't hold that against me. Hmm. I should probably call Cassie tonight.
Here in Utah, I am so fortunate! I have an amazing ward full of amazing people. My roommates. Amazing girls. Anna, Sheredith, and Rachael. Anna is my room-roommate and we are so well-suited to live together. Our senses of humor run about the same as well as our brain waves. We like to sit in our beds and watch Supernatural on my laptop. Yes, as a matter of fact, we are that cool. Sheredith and Rachael are sweet, sweet, fun girls. We have girls night sometimes, all of us together. Before we had dinner-group, we would have dinner every night together as roommates, and before I started watching TV at Somerset 6, we would all watch TV together. It was nice. Like a family.
Down the hall is my great friend Kelsey. She is from Georgia and we were friends from the get-go last semester, brought together by volleyball. I lived at her house the last two weeks of fall semester. She lets me eat her food and sleep on her couch and use her computer. She is amazing. I am not around her place as often, but she is still there 100% because she is that awesome. I love her.
Upstairs I have made a lot of new friends this semester. There is Michelle and Megan who are roommates and amazing beautiful girls. Michelle is just hot. She is Bolivian. Yeah, I know; can't compete with that. And Megan is from Arizona and is just hilarious! I love her! She can be mean and brassy, but that's all part of her charm. We get along really well because we are so similar on several levels.
Next door to them is Jayna and her roommates. Jayna is one of my best friends which is funny because we only really met last month sometime, but I feel like I have known her forever. Her roommates, that I have really just begun hanging out with in the past two weeks, are great. Tarah, Jenna, and Megan. Tarah and I bonded over Victoria's Secret on Valentine's Day (which is not nearly as scandalous as it might sound) and Jenna and I bonded over Thai lunch on President's Day which was so nice. It will never cease to amaze me how nice some people are. And Megan. She is bubbly and adorable.
Down the street a little ways is where the boys in the ward live - Somerset. My best friend that I met at orientation and managed to hang on to moved into that building this semester. Daniel. He is great. He can handle my female craziness and deal well with the fact that I am not much for all the girly feminimity (what a fun word!). Downstairs from him is number 6. I watch TV there at least three times a week. What fun! Scott, David, Jeff, and Travis are some great guys with great senses of humor. We enjoy Heroes, Lost, The Office, 30 Rock and are starting Dollhouse. It's fun.
Scott and David were my hometeachers last semester and David and Jeff are my hometeachers this semester so I feel like I am a prett established relationship with David what with two semesters in a row and all. I feel like if I was a boy and a good bit better at science I might be the exact clone of David. Better looking, though, of course. Just kidding. He is great and I think I laugh more when I am with him than any other time. Well, I take that back; Anna and I laugh a lot, but that's normally around 3 am.
Down the stairs one more time and we run into my new buddy, Jared. He might be the most odd awkward human that can actually pull off odd and awkward. He is a weirdie for sure. But I like him well enough so I think I will keep him. He is in my dinner-group and FHE family so I see him often. He is funny and can take people (me, in particular) making fun of him like no other.
Now we have met my friends. Of course, I am working on developing more friendships; call me selfish, I like to collect friends, which I figure is a good enterprise for me. It keeps me trying to be a good person and helps me not slack off.
Happy now megan?
Adeiu.
First off, there are my best friends in Texas, Sarah and Cassie. I miss them, but I talk to them at least once a week. Except for last week, but I was sick so I hope they don't hold that against me. Hmm. I should probably call Cassie tonight.
Here in Utah, I am so fortunate! I have an amazing ward full of amazing people. My roommates. Amazing girls. Anna, Sheredith, and Rachael. Anna is my room-roommate and we are so well-suited to live together. Our senses of humor run about the same as well as our brain waves. We like to sit in our beds and watch Supernatural on my laptop. Yes, as a matter of fact, we are that cool. Sheredith and Rachael are sweet, sweet, fun girls. We have girls night sometimes, all of us together. Before we had dinner-group, we would have dinner every night together as roommates, and before I started watching TV at Somerset 6, we would all watch TV together. It was nice. Like a family.
Down the hall is my great friend Kelsey. She is from Georgia and we were friends from the get-go last semester, brought together by volleyball. I lived at her house the last two weeks of fall semester. She lets me eat her food and sleep on her couch and use her computer. She is amazing. I am not around her place as often, but she is still there 100% because she is that awesome. I love her.
Upstairs I have made a lot of new friends this semester. There is Michelle and Megan who are roommates and amazing beautiful girls. Michelle is just hot. She is Bolivian. Yeah, I know; can't compete with that. And Megan is from Arizona and is just hilarious! I love her! She can be mean and brassy, but that's all part of her charm. We get along really well because we are so similar on several levels.
Next door to them is Jayna and her roommates. Jayna is one of my best friends which is funny because we only really met last month sometime, but I feel like I have known her forever. Her roommates, that I have really just begun hanging out with in the past two weeks, are great. Tarah, Jenna, and Megan. Tarah and I bonded over Victoria's Secret on Valentine's Day (which is not nearly as scandalous as it might sound) and Jenna and I bonded over Thai lunch on President's Day which was so nice. It will never cease to amaze me how nice some people are. And Megan. She is bubbly and adorable.
Down the street a little ways is where the boys in the ward live - Somerset. My best friend that I met at orientation and managed to hang on to moved into that building this semester. Daniel. He is great. He can handle my female craziness and deal well with the fact that I am not much for all the girly feminimity (what a fun word!). Downstairs from him is number 6. I watch TV there at least three times a week. What fun! Scott, David, Jeff, and Travis are some great guys with great senses of humor. We enjoy Heroes, Lost, The Office, 30 Rock and are starting Dollhouse. It's fun.
Scott and David were my hometeachers last semester and David and Jeff are my hometeachers this semester so I feel like I am a prett established relationship with David what with two semesters in a row and all. I feel like if I was a boy and a good bit better at science I might be the exact clone of David. Better looking, though, of course. Just kidding. He is great and I think I laugh more when I am with him than any other time. Well, I take that back; Anna and I laugh a lot, but that's normally around 3 am.
Down the stairs one more time and we run into my new buddy, Jared. He might be the most odd awkward human that can actually pull off odd and awkward. He is a weirdie for sure. But I like him well enough so I think I will keep him. He is in my dinner-group and FHE family so I see him often. He is funny and can take people (me, in particular) making fun of him like no other.
Now we have met my friends. Of course, I am working on developing more friendships; call me selfish, I like to collect friends, which I figure is a good enterprise for me. It keeps me trying to be a good person and helps me not slack off.
Happy now megan?
Adeiu.
Monday, February 16, 2009
A Loss....
This morning I heard some bad news from my friend, Glenn, who works with the Daingerfield Fire Dept. That boy is forever giving me bad news. It is a dang good thing I think so highly of him or else I don't think we could be friends still. Anyway. He sent me a text message that said that Clifford had gotten burned. My mom sent me one that said that Clifford had gotten melted. I didn't know what that meant so I asked what did that mean. My mom called and told me that my brother had it while they were out of town and last night his neighbor's house burned down (don't worry the neighbor and her dog were not in the house. Though I can't say I would be too hurt if Prissy the dog had gotten caught in it. Only sad for Ms. Carpenter. Is that awful to say? It is, isn't it?) and Clifford got caught in the crossfire. Or crossheat. Clifford melted. Melted. All of the plastic bodywork is just melted. Tail-lights, part of the bumper, and even some stuff on the inside of the because one of the windows was cracked open. It's been a hard morning.
But like I said yesterday, there are people here taking care of me. Jayna made waffles that were amazing and banana smoothies. She even provided a berry syrup that had raspberries, blueberries, and mulberries - all of my favorites! Which I think is a little funny. Those are all somewhat obscure berries, but they are my favorites! So delicious breakfast helped.
And I have also talked to a lot of people from back home this morning because they all knew Clifford and I needed to talk to someone about it. Well, complain to someone about it, more like. Call it whatever, but it was nice to talk to people from home.
Anyhow.
Last night, Jayna and I took cupcakes to some of the boys at Somerset, and one of the boys gave us back banana bread and it might be the best banana bread I have ever eaten. Sorry, mom. I took a plate to the unwooable boy, not that it will do any good, but what else can I do. I am stuck on him. It's lame. But I continue to try my wooing wiles even though I know it availeth naught. Oh well.
Until next post.
Adieu.
But like I said yesterday, there are people here taking care of me. Jayna made waffles that were amazing and banana smoothies. She even provided a berry syrup that had raspberries, blueberries, and mulberries - all of my favorites! Which I think is a little funny. Those are all somewhat obscure berries, but they are my favorites! So delicious breakfast helped.
And I have also talked to a lot of people from back home this morning because they all knew Clifford and I needed to talk to someone about it. Well, complain to someone about it, more like. Call it whatever, but it was nice to talk to people from home.
Anyhow.
Last night, Jayna and I took cupcakes to some of the boys at Somerset, and one of the boys gave us back banana bread and it might be the best banana bread I have ever eaten. Sorry, mom. I took a plate to the unwooable boy, not that it will do any good, but what else can I do. I am stuck on him. It's lame. But I continue to try my wooing wiles even though I know it availeth naught. Oh well.
Until next post.
Adieu.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
My First Blog
Hello, the every nobody that will be reading my blog! Hi. How are you? I hope that your weekend was good and that the Presidents' Day will be awesome too.
So this is my first blog. Interesting, isn't it, how there is this whole dimension of communication that so many people don't participate in. I am dipping my toes in because I figure that it is just about time.
As you know if you are reading this (because you are probably Jayna or some member of my family) I am Caitlin Mabey. I am in college and living on my own for the first time ever. Though I don't suppose I can truly say on my own. There are way too many people in my building that help take care of me; sometimes I feel like I just left being the youngest in one family to join another. Which I am totally okay with.
I do have a confession though. I do not know blogging etiquette (or how to spell that word), but I am excited about blogging. Maybe I will treat as an estranged journal. You know, keep it updated on the big things that are going on in my life or the big issues that weigh down my mind, but not include the intimate details that a true diary gets; I would hate for my pen and paper diary to get jealous.
So big issues.
Hmmm.
I have an English test this week. I don't know what to think about that class. I am, at the moment, an English major, but I am reconsidering. I love my calculus class and hate my English class. Weird, right? I don't know. But, then again, I don't have to know. I am only eighteen and probably have a good sixty to seventy years left so I don't want to rush any major decisions. But, anyway, I have a test this week.
And there is a boy that I want to woo, but I am finding him unwooable, which I am finding incredibly annoying. I just feel like he needs to realize that I am...awesome...and he should just give in and let me woo him. Alas, I don't think that will happen. Oh, well. Hooray for unrequited love. Or like, I guess.
Well, this has been fun. I will probably play with picture posting so all the the readers I don't have can see what the weather is like here in Utah.
Until next post.
Adieu.
So this is my first blog. Interesting, isn't it, how there is this whole dimension of communication that so many people don't participate in. I am dipping my toes in because I figure that it is just about time.
As you know if you are reading this (because you are probably Jayna or some member of my family) I am Caitlin Mabey. I am in college and living on my own for the first time ever. Though I don't suppose I can truly say on my own. There are way too many people in my building that help take care of me; sometimes I feel like I just left being the youngest in one family to join another. Which I am totally okay with.
I do have a confession though. I do not know blogging etiquette (or how to spell that word), but I am excited about blogging. Maybe I will treat as an estranged journal. You know, keep it updated on the big things that are going on in my life or the big issues that weigh down my mind, but not include the intimate details that a true diary gets; I would hate for my pen and paper diary to get jealous.
So big issues.
Hmmm.
I have an English test this week. I don't know what to think about that class. I am, at the moment, an English major, but I am reconsidering. I love my calculus class and hate my English class. Weird, right? I don't know. But, then again, I don't have to know. I am only eighteen and probably have a good sixty to seventy years left so I don't want to rush any major decisions. But, anyway, I have a test this week.
And there is a boy that I want to woo, but I am finding him unwooable, which I am finding incredibly annoying. I just feel like he needs to realize that I am...awesome...and he should just give in and let me woo him. Alas, I don't think that will happen. Oh, well. Hooray for unrequited love. Or like, I guess.
Well, this has been fun. I will probably play with picture posting so all the the readers I don't have can see what the weather is like here in Utah.
Until next post.
Adieu.
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