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[Apr. 14th, 2008|04:37 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  apathetic | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Augustine - Patrick Wolf | ] |
doctor today.
skipped classes.
ya know, the usual.
kidney & sinus infections.
pain killers, I won't take.
Antibiotics I will.
In a pretty good mood.
I love Patrick Wolf.
idk.
I'm out of things to post about. |
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[Apr. 14th, 2008|02:15 am] |
girls are so bitchy,
srsly.
they have to pick fights about completely neutral statements.
jesus.
I'm the most non confrontational person on the face of the earth.
I'm sick.
That good ol' kidney's infected again.
Today was fun.
Brady and I pwned at Cranium. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2008|02:59 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | the dormo | ] |
| [ | mood |
| |  Amazing. | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Lay, Lady, Lay by God, er, Bob Dylan. | ] |
movie was pretty much amazing.
I'm jamming out to Bob Dylan currently.
Tonight we're going out to dinner.
:))
Going to go get some Unagi.
yesssss.
Sushi+Bob Dylan in the same day=heaven. |
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[Apr. 13th, 2008|10:59 am] |
I have:
Dario Argento Presents:
George A. Romero's
ZOMBI (DAWN OF THE DEAD)
European Cut of the Romero Classic
wtfff
I didn't even know this existed until we were looking for something at Hastings yesterday.
I'm pretty excited. |
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| s'been awhile. |
[Apr. 8th, 2008|08:02 am] |
RIP Sophia Grace
RIP Anna Maria
It's been an interesting few months.
I'm a Mathematics major with a minor in statistics and computer programming, now.
my teachers don't understand the art portion of photography.
When I do something conceptual, I fail, even though they made a disclaimer at the beginning of the course that it was okay.
So I have to fake it and give them what they want in order to pass the damned class.
Screw that shit.
I've forged some friendships that appear as though they're going to last forever.
We're just one giant family: we annoy the shit out of each other, but at the end of the day I don't think I'd want to spend my time with anybody else.
We got stranded down I-55 in a shitty minivan on the way back from Memphis because the gas gauge was wrong, and trust me,
I'd rather be stranded with those people than most of my REAL relatives.
I voted for the first time, and it felt amazing.
Clinton ftw ;)
I've stopped binging and purging.
I've entered a healthy relationship with myself.
I get to see MCR @ Beale Street Music Fest in May :)
It's all good times.
Maybe I'll update this before a few more months has passed.<3. |
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[Dec. 2nd, 2007|03:04 am] |
college raped me.
I QUICKLY changed my major to Photography.
This art kid couldn't handle the big world of Biology, no no.
Things are tough at home.
Things were tough with Sarah until earlier this evening and I told her to fuck off.
Drama-rama, who needs it?
NOBODY.
Girls who start drama are no good, no good indeed.
I got my nose pierced on Thursday.
That's, uh, about it :) |
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[Nov. 10th, 2007|09:09 am] |
Junky, Junky pants on fire.
What the fuck is wrong with you, Caitlyn?
Things start to get a little tough, you start to get a little drunk.
Go kill yourself. |
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[Sep. 29th, 2007|10:57 pm] |
my suitemates woke me up at 6AM, to tell me I was screaming in my sleep.
I stood up, answered the door, and threw up.
I don't think I'm strong enough for this.
<i>I miss you</i> |
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[Sep. 10th, 2007|08:33 pm] |
I think it finally occured to him that even though I put that apple in my backpack,
I'm just going to throw it away.
I've dropped 16.5lbs since the beginning of school.
<b>I like this.</b>
but I hate it.
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[Sep. 4th, 2007|11:53 am] |
oh. shit.
It's been 3 weeks: sorry, sorry sorry!!
School's kicked the shit out of me :)
BUT I HAVE SUPERB NEWS!
1) I have an internship. Yes, an internship. With the GREATEST portrait photographer in the US
2) Come Thursday, I will have a signed copy of Captain America: The Chosen. Fuck. Yes. I called the guys at the comic book store back in the big Sherwood, AR and becuase I'll be out of town, they're keeping a copy for me :))) I officially love them (more.).
3) I am a god.
That's about it :(
sorry. |
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[Aug. 10th, 2007|01:21 am] |
I thought I was recovering.
Maybe I was just lying to myself. |
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[Aug. 7th, 2007|11:27 pm] |
just letting you know I'm alive.
Although, I'm not doing so well:(
I'm sick, and not in the way you'd think.
bah. |
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| The Phillip Files |
[Aug. 3rd, 2007|11:49 pm] |
oh_xx_so_xx_emo_xx: haha
oh_xx_so_xx_emo_xx: i was messing with phillip
oh_xx_so_xx_emo_xx: and haha
oh_xx_so_xx_emo_xx: I was like "if you were a girl I'd do you"
oh_xx_so_xx_emo_xx: and haha, his mom was like "hi, this is his mom, I didn't know this was still on"!
still under the weather. |
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[Jul. 30th, 2007|10:50 pm] |
I have a doctors appointment out of state!
Sorry guys, but you can start without me.
Until then, sedna_the_great is your new OVERLORD.
Listen to her, or she may smite you. |
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[Jul. 27th, 2007|06:08 pm] |
oh my GOD.
I am such a fat monster -.- |
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[Jul. 27th, 2007|05:22 pm] |
They said I was too ambitious when I was dreaming with a broken heart. They said that nothing good would come of this, and I needed to stop my wishful thinking.
Now I'm onward to healing, at the same time proving everybody wrong, because my dreams have finally come true.
What do we do, if our heart tells us to go with something and run, but our reason tells us that it probably won't end well? Risk everything we've worked so hard for, for something that may not even be long term?
I'm confused. I'd ask for guidance, but I don't know what I need guided to, nor do I need to know what I need to be guided away from.
So, I'm going to search for a book by Jean Paul Sartre to make the world disappear for awhile.
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[Jul. 26th, 2007|11:51 pm] |
I'm going to be featured in an art show!
A big, swanky art show!
Not like, high school cafeteria art show,
A REAL ONE!
YES!
Score 10 Caitlyn, score 0 world. |
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[Jul. 25th, 2007|11:10 pm] |
damnit!
must eat flesh: kirkby
must eat flesh: er
must eat flesh: kirby.
must eat flesh: freudian slip.
DIE, CAITLYN, DIE. |
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[Jul. 22nd, 2007|01:39 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| | lethargic | ] |
The strive for me to be normal had been apparent since my early years, but it was a hard feat for somebody like me to accomplish. I had taught myself to read the week before my third birthday, and could easily multiply by the time I started Kindergarten at the age of four. Nobody wanted to play with the little girl who had done nothing but got 100% her first six years of school, the little girl with pale blond hair, pale skin and translucent blue eyes. The girl with an IQ of 146, tested when she was only 7 1/2, and rose to 148 by the time she entered middle school. I used to want to play sports with the other children, something I wasn't allowed to do. I wanted to be a ballerina, and go to dance class with the other girls my age, but my lungs prevented me from doing most types of physical activity starting at about 6, when I was diagnosed with severe asthma, which has since died down greatly, but the effects of which still visit me from time to time. As I entered middle school, the pressure was so great to become the "normal kid" and blend into the crowd, that I dyed my hair at the young age of 10 to a hideous mousy brown, and would sit in the sun and hope that the pale tone of skin would darken. (It never did, I just got a lot of freckles.) I stopped doing homework, (but I never stopped reading, nor did I ever stop knowing what I was doing.) and my grades began to drop. My strive to be normal still continues today, but in much different ways than before. My IQ is back to it's starting point where it was when I was 7 1/2, at a still whopping 146, but my study skills slacked greatly because of my slacking. I'm 17 years old, and a sophomore in college (which scares me immensely, I have a great fear of failing). My hair will probably never be that pale blond again without me looking bald for several months. Yet, something in me strives to be normal. The years I spent from the time I was 6 until about the time I was 13 were very inactive. So, naturally, I gained weight, and a lot of it. My pursuit to being normal now means acquiring a normal weight, and being the ideal skinny girl.
My aspirations to be normal have always been somewhat of an obsession, and I typically refer to them as sick, and I suppose that's what I am, sick.
I just thought I'd share with you the irony of my life, an extraordinary genius dumbing herself down, taking her gifts for granted in order to be normal and just like everybody else. Yeah, I hate myself for it most of the time, too. |
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