Yeah, according to Seth Hicks, I need a mechanic because I'm "broken". He says I'm not injured, I'm just broken, and therefore do not need a doctor, but rather a mechanic. So... anybody know a good mechanic? Haha. Seriously though... I keep straining that pulled hamstring, PLUS I'm pretty sure I pulled a muscle in my lower back. It hurts soooo bad. But I'll be fine. Promise.
Anyway, Silent Witness is performing First Wednesday, apparently. What song? Good question. But since there's like 4 of us, we'll all have solos. I'm kinda hoping we do Holy Thou Art God. I love that song, and we haven't done it in a while... Like, a long while. And it would work out well, I think. What with the solo breakup and everything.... But I know none of you really care about the behind-the-scenes stuff of SW, just the finished product. Which is understandable.
So yeah.... I decided that all the "ironic hipsters" of the world should get their hair cut like any member of A Flock Of Seagulls... Just a suggestion though. I personally think it would be hilarious to see tons of kids walking around with their hair all weird-like... But maybe that's just me?
Okay, so today I got my new phone cover in the mail... Also, I FINALLY got an antenna for my car... I haven't saved any money for an air conditioner, and I haven't ordered an EGR valve, or put money aside for tires, but I do have a working radio now, so it's all good. Now if my book would just get here...
Also today, I decided I wanted cake... Since I had a box of cake mix left over from my grandma's party, that was easy... And no, I didn't put anything on it. Not even icing. It's just a plain chocolate cake... It's soooo good though. I'm of the belief that good cake doesn't need icing. And now I have my cake, and I'm eating it, too.
Alas, for the first time in my life... I have nothing more (that's coherent, at least) to say... Strange, I know. So I suppose I shall go watch country music videos until I pass out. Love y'all. Good night and God bless.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Does blogging count as a hobby?
Steph said I don't need a boyfriend, but rather, I need a hobby. So I just wonder, does blogging count? I do it ALL THE TIME. Or does that make me an addict? Either way, I'm beginning to think I spend all my free time either blogging, watching GAC, or both. So, I mean, if listening to music doesn't count, blogging should. But that's irrelevant.
Speaking of irrelevancy, I saw a shirt the other day that made me laugh. It said "Anything unrelated to elephants is irrelephant". I laughed so hard. And I don't know why. That's only slightly funny, but it just makes me laugh. You can see other shirts like this, including this one, at www.snorgtees.com. So visit it, if you feel so inclined.
So, I cannot wait for my book to come in the mail... And my phone cover. But mostly my book. Walden, by Henry David Thoreau. I am so excited about this. I want to live this way. For those of you who do not know, Walden is basically a journal Thoreau kept while living on Lake Walden, alone, in a cabin. Which is exactly what I want to do. Except not on Lake Walden... Somewhere closer, preferrably. And if Em remembers, I shall also have Captivating to read soon. Which I'm also very pumped about.
Okay, so tomorrow I have got to remember to get that part for my car.. And I need gas. All this needs to be done before work tomorrow... So before 10. Unless they call me and say they don't need me (Oh, please, dear Lord, let it be so...). I really don't want to work that shift... I'll keep the 3-6, but would prefer not working the 10-1 prior to that. I know my paycheck would enjoy the extra hours, but my body would not. I'm so stinking worn out. And don't say it's from a lack of sleep. I have slept a full eight hours two whole nights in a row this week. And that's saying something. It is from this wonderful thing called "stress". I think I need a vacation... Ah, well, only 16 more days 'til bootcamp! Which isn't a technical "vacation", as I'll be working with kids the whole time, but it's time away from normal life. I'm pretty stoked, actually. Plus, it means I finally get to go swimming!
Oh, random story time. Christian, a 10 year old boy from church, was answering some multiple choice questions I was reading him, and one of them he gave me an answer before I read them to him. Excitedly, he proclaimed "I'm psycho! I knew you were going to say that!". I shook my head and said "Psychic, maybe?". He laughed, I laughed, 'twas grand.
Alas, my dear mother is concerned that I do not sleep enough, so she wants me to get off the internet... So I must bid you all farewell for now. Good night, and God bless.
Speaking of irrelevancy, I saw a shirt the other day that made me laugh. It said "Anything unrelated to elephants is irrelephant". I laughed so hard. And I don't know why. That's only slightly funny, but it just makes me laugh. You can see other shirts like this, including this one, at www.snorgtees.com. So visit it, if you feel so inclined.
So, I cannot wait for my book to come in the mail... And my phone cover. But mostly my book. Walden, by Henry David Thoreau. I am so excited about this. I want to live this way. For those of you who do not know, Walden is basically a journal Thoreau kept while living on Lake Walden, alone, in a cabin. Which is exactly what I want to do. Except not on Lake Walden... Somewhere closer, preferrably. And if Em remembers, I shall also have Captivating to read soon. Which I'm also very pumped about.
Okay, so tomorrow I have got to remember to get that part for my car.. And I need gas. All this needs to be done before work tomorrow... So before 10. Unless they call me and say they don't need me (Oh, please, dear Lord, let it be so...). I really don't want to work that shift... I'll keep the 3-6, but would prefer not working the 10-1 prior to that. I know my paycheck would enjoy the extra hours, but my body would not. I'm so stinking worn out. And don't say it's from a lack of sleep. I have slept a full eight hours two whole nights in a row this week. And that's saying something. It is from this wonderful thing called "stress". I think I need a vacation... Ah, well, only 16 more days 'til bootcamp! Which isn't a technical "vacation", as I'll be working with kids the whole time, but it's time away from normal life. I'm pretty stoked, actually. Plus, it means I finally get to go swimming!
Oh, random story time. Christian, a 10 year old boy from church, was answering some multiple choice questions I was reading him, and one of them he gave me an answer before I read them to him. Excitedly, he proclaimed "I'm psycho! I knew you were going to say that!". I shook my head and said "Psychic, maybe?". He laughed, I laughed, 'twas grand.
Alas, my dear mother is concerned that I do not sleep enough, so she wants me to get off the internet... So I must bid you all farewell for now. Good night, and God bless.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Live life in the fast lane...
"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting 'Holy [cow (umm yeah, that's what I'll go with)], what a ride!'" --Hunter S. Thompson
I think that quote is how I'm probably going to wind up living. I mean, I already pull the whole "Eh, it's only 2 AM, what's another hour?" mess. I only take "vacations" in order to work for the church, like for bootcamp (which I'm SOOOOO excited about!!!!!!). I am learning to live the way I want to, because honestly don't have to worry about embarrassing my boyfriend, as I don't have one (I'm also learning to be single... it's hard, but I'm getting better). That means I can go out on dates with myself, or just hang out with my friends, the few I have left (Hi, Rachel!), without worrying that my boyfriend will be mad. It's pretty awesome, actually, to have that freedom and independence. When I was dating Zack, I was afraid to do anything without him, because he always got upset when I chose to hang out with my friends instead of him... However, when he cancelled dates and left me stranded places because he said he would pick me up, but then decided hanging out with his neighbors sounded more fun, I was supposed to be totally fine with that. But it's whatever. It's in the past now, and I'm soooo far gone. I left that relationship running and haven't looked back once. It's kinda sad that I can do that, you know.... Leave a 2 1/2 year relationship with no regrets, desires to rekindle that, or even any sadness at all. I mean, I'm pretty sure that makes me a cold-hearted snake (and yes, I was actually called that by *someone*, who shall remain nameless). But I truly wasn't happy in that relationship. I actually had a woman, Michelle, who totally made my day; she told me she was proud of me for ending it with Zack, and that she thought I was brave for making the right choice, no matter what other people said. It really caught me off guard, though, when she said that because everyone else had been telling me how horrible of a person I was for "breaking that poor boy's heart". But I KNOW I did the right thing, no matter what anyone says. And now Zack even agrees, obviously, as he's dating Rachel... But anyway, I'm chasing rabbits. What I was getting at is that I don't care anymore what anyone says: I want to live my life the way I want to live it. If that means I want to randomly drive to Starbucks, or dance in the rain, or sing at the top of my lungs while dancing around my room in sweats and stilettos, or whatever it is, I'm going to do it. Especially that last one... I do that a lot. It's fun. I truly recommend it for any woman. Any music will do. And you don't even have to be a good dancer. I'm not. I just let loose and have fun. Plus it's a totally good workout. What more reason do I need?!
But anyway, I had a few "work stories" that I feel need to be shared... Firstly, this little boy, Peyton, who is 3, and I were just being silly and making funny faces at each other, when he got right up in my face and stuck his tongue out. So, of course, I made a funny face. Then he decided to kiss me on the lips. I was in shock... It kinda caught me off guard... Then today, this 5 year old, Jacob, walked up to me and told me, very seriously "I love you". And not in the typical "cute kid telling his teacher" way... It was like the "boyfriend telling a girlfriend" way... I was only able to say "Yeah... love you too, Jacob" before I walked away to crack up laughing. It was funny... But very cute. So yeah. And multiple times this one 3 year old, Keith has attempted to feel my boobs.. He even stuck his hands in my sleeves to feel my bra... I just pulled his hands away and went to "check on the other kids", which translates to "get away from him". Then there was the boy (not one in my class) who was putting rocks down his diaper and got one stuck... in his... umm... manhood. I guess "boyhood" would be more appropriate... But anyway. Yeah, my friend, Abby, who works with me, was telling me about it... It was very interesting. Daycare workers really do have the best "work stories". That is one of the many things I love about my job...
Anyhoo, for the SECOND time tonight, I'm currently watching Superstar Sessions on GAC, which is basically an hour full of music videos from one singer. Who is the singer featured tonight? DIERKS FREAKIN' BENTLEY. I adore him. I would so marry him. In a heartbeat. Just saying. Also tonight, my mom sent me to buy milk. So what did I come home with? 2 gallons of milk, a King Size Reese's, 2 King Size KitKats, and a bag of peanut M&M's twice the size of the normal bag. PMS? Maybe. Did I get my chocolate fix? Heck yeah, and I only ate the M&M's. But I'm hiding the other candy for later. If someone were to search my room, they would find that I hide all of my good food. And I hide it very well. At one point I had a Mr. Goodbar hidden under my graduation cap, but now there's nothing there... Haha. And I shall not disclose anymore of my supersecret hidey holes. Sorry guys. Bwahahaha.
Okay, so I have a new addiction, besides my addictions to coffee and Dr Pepper... www.stumbleupon.com . It is amazing. You enter your likes/interests and hit this button that says "Stumble", and it takes you to websites it thinks you may like. You either give the website a thumbs down, or you give it a thumbs up, which saves it to your favorites so you can revisit it and it also revises your interests to better provide you with websites you'll enjoy. It is totally rad. I adore it. And you can add friends too! But, alas, I need to clean my room, so I shall bid you all goodnight. Hasta luego. God bless.
I think that quote is how I'm probably going to wind up living. I mean, I already pull the whole "Eh, it's only 2 AM, what's another hour?" mess. I only take "vacations" in order to work for the church, like for bootcamp (which I'm SOOOOO excited about!!!!!!). I am learning to live the way I want to, because honestly don't have to worry about embarrassing my boyfriend, as I don't have one (I'm also learning to be single... it's hard, but I'm getting better). That means I can go out on dates with myself, or just hang out with my friends, the few I have left (Hi, Rachel!), without worrying that my boyfriend will be mad. It's pretty awesome, actually, to have that freedom and independence. When I was dating Zack, I was afraid to do anything without him, because he always got upset when I chose to hang out with my friends instead of him... However, when he cancelled dates and left me stranded places because he said he would pick me up, but then decided hanging out with his neighbors sounded more fun, I was supposed to be totally fine with that. But it's whatever. It's in the past now, and I'm soooo far gone. I left that relationship running and haven't looked back once. It's kinda sad that I can do that, you know.... Leave a 2 1/2 year relationship with no regrets, desires to rekindle that, or even any sadness at all. I mean, I'm pretty sure that makes me a cold-hearted snake (and yes, I was actually called that by *someone*, who shall remain nameless). But I truly wasn't happy in that relationship. I actually had a woman, Michelle, who totally made my day; she told me she was proud of me for ending it with Zack, and that she thought I was brave for making the right choice, no matter what other people said. It really caught me off guard, though, when she said that because everyone else had been telling me how horrible of a person I was for "breaking that poor boy's heart". But I KNOW I did the right thing, no matter what anyone says. And now Zack even agrees, obviously, as he's dating Rachel... But anyway, I'm chasing rabbits. What I was getting at is that I don't care anymore what anyone says: I want to live my life the way I want to live it. If that means I want to randomly drive to Starbucks, or dance in the rain, or sing at the top of my lungs while dancing around my room in sweats and stilettos, or whatever it is, I'm going to do it. Especially that last one... I do that a lot. It's fun. I truly recommend it for any woman. Any music will do. And you don't even have to be a good dancer. I'm not. I just let loose and have fun. Plus it's a totally good workout. What more reason do I need?!
But anyway, I had a few "work stories" that I feel need to be shared... Firstly, this little boy, Peyton, who is 3, and I were just being silly and making funny faces at each other, when he got right up in my face and stuck his tongue out. So, of course, I made a funny face. Then he decided to kiss me on the lips. I was in shock... It kinda caught me off guard... Then today, this 5 year old, Jacob, walked up to me and told me, very seriously "I love you". And not in the typical "cute kid telling his teacher" way... It was like the "boyfriend telling a girlfriend" way... I was only able to say "Yeah... love you too, Jacob" before I walked away to crack up laughing. It was funny... But very cute. So yeah. And multiple times this one 3 year old, Keith has attempted to feel my boobs.. He even stuck his hands in my sleeves to feel my bra... I just pulled his hands away and went to "check on the other kids", which translates to "get away from him". Then there was the boy (not one in my class) who was putting rocks down his diaper and got one stuck... in his... umm... manhood. I guess "boyhood" would be more appropriate... But anyway. Yeah, my friend, Abby, who works with me, was telling me about it... It was very interesting. Daycare workers really do have the best "work stories". That is one of the many things I love about my job...
Anyhoo, for the SECOND time tonight, I'm currently watching Superstar Sessions on GAC, which is basically an hour full of music videos from one singer. Who is the singer featured tonight? DIERKS FREAKIN' BENTLEY. I adore him. I would so marry him. In a heartbeat. Just saying. Also tonight, my mom sent me to buy milk. So what did I come home with? 2 gallons of milk, a King Size Reese's, 2 King Size KitKats, and a bag of peanut M&M's twice the size of the normal bag. PMS? Maybe. Did I get my chocolate fix? Heck yeah, and I only ate the M&M's. But I'm hiding the other candy for later. If someone were to search my room, they would find that I hide all of my good food. And I hide it very well. At one point I had a Mr. Goodbar hidden under my graduation cap, but now there's nothing there... Haha. And I shall not disclose anymore of my supersecret hidey holes. Sorry guys. Bwahahaha.
Okay, so I have a new addiction, besides my addictions to coffee and Dr Pepper... www.stumbleupon.com . It is amazing. You enter your likes/interests and hit this button that says "Stumble", and it takes you to websites it thinks you may like. You either give the website a thumbs down, or you give it a thumbs up, which saves it to your favorites so you can revisit it and it also revises your interests to better provide you with websites you'll enjoy. It is totally rad. I adore it. And you can add friends too! But, alas, I need to clean my room, so I shall bid you all goodnight. Hasta luego. God bless.
Song lyrics..
So, I'm pretty sure that Lee Brice wrote a song that PERFECTLY describes me.. Pretty much, anyway. I shall now insert the lyrics so that you may all agree.
She Ain't Right- Lee Brice
She got her daddy's tongue and temper
Sometimes her mouth could use a filter
God shook His head the day He built her
Oh, but I bet He smiled
She loves and lives her life a little unruly
Tears up that dirt road in a dualy (Sp?)
Dangerous, absolutely
And in a little while
She'll be roundin' that corner on three wheels
Ain't slowin' down, yellin' "Come on, jump in"
Always up to somethin', crazy got nothin' on her
Chorus:
She ain't right, she ain't right
She ain't right, but she's just right for me
She says she wants to meet my mama
I said "I don't think you oughta"
Be like mixin' oil and water
But by midnight she had
Mama on the coffee table dancin'
Comin' unwound
Good God, I swear
Can't take her anywhere
What's the girl gonna do next
Chorus
Every once in a while she'll give me that smile and say
"I just don't see somebody like you lovin' somebody like me"
Chorus
Ain't that a good song? And a very accurate description of me? I feel like it is... It even encompasses my self-esteem issues. And that is very hard to do. I mean, I've actually said those exact words multiple times... Which is sad and pathetic, really, but it's how I feel... So yeah. But that song was playing in my head last night and still is now, so I figured I'd share it with y'all. But now I must go get ready for work. I may post more tonight... Maybe. We'll find out together, I suppose. Love you all, and God bless.
She Ain't Right- Lee Brice
She got her daddy's tongue and temper
Sometimes her mouth could use a filter
God shook His head the day He built her
Oh, but I bet He smiled
She loves and lives her life a little unruly
Tears up that dirt road in a dualy (Sp?)
Dangerous, absolutely
And in a little while
She'll be roundin' that corner on three wheels
Ain't slowin' down, yellin' "Come on, jump in"
Always up to somethin', crazy got nothin' on her
Chorus:
She ain't right, she ain't right
She ain't right, but she's just right for me
She says she wants to meet my mama
I said "I don't think you oughta"
Be like mixin' oil and water
But by midnight she had
Mama on the coffee table dancin'
Comin' unwound
Good God, I swear
Can't take her anywhere
What's the girl gonna do next
Chorus
Every once in a while she'll give me that smile and say
"I just don't see somebody like you lovin' somebody like me"
Chorus
Ain't that a good song? And a very accurate description of me? I feel like it is... It even encompasses my self-esteem issues. And that is very hard to do. I mean, I've actually said those exact words multiple times... Which is sad and pathetic, really, but it's how I feel... So yeah. But that song was playing in my head last night and still is now, so I figured I'd share it with y'all. But now I must go get ready for work. I may post more tonight... Maybe. We'll find out together, I suppose. Love you all, and God bless.
Monday, July 26, 2010
In the name of love, once more in the name of love...
Originally done by U2, "Pride (In The Name Of Love)" was redone by Dierks Bentley on his new album, Up On The Ridge, which is by far one of my favorites... Ever. That's what the lyrics in the title are from, in case you didn't know and were wondering. Also on the album is "Fallin' For You". I adore it.. Actually, I love all these songs. And I love that I can hit some of the bass notes on these songs... It's legit.
But enough about my bluegrass/country music... Yesterday, I spent the entire day with Rachel (Hi, Rach!)... I'm not sure if Zack (my ex, her current boyfriend) was upset or not... Do I really care? No. Absolutely not. But whatever. I had a blast with her though. So much better than my "me date" I took on Friday... I realized that I just need more friends to hang out with, and I'll be fine. At least, I hope I'll be fine. Being with her made me realize just how lonely I've been... Maybe that's good, but I've always clung tightly to the belief that, if you ignore problems/emotions, they'll either go away on their own, or by the time they come back to the surface, you'll be better equipped to handle them. At least, that's what I'm hoping for... Like loneliness: If you don't pay attention to it, you don't get depressed/upset. You will not think to be upset about being alone if you just think you're fine alone. But that's a very stupid philosophy, and I know it from experience. However, that's a fact I tend to ignore. I know it's silly, but I'm tired of hurting... Being hurt, and hurting others. It makes me sick when I hurt others. And as far as being hurt goes, I think I've had my fair share. I mean, apparently not, since it's just going to continue, but I really don't feel like I'm capable of taking on anymore heartache, hurts, pains, etc. I guess I'll just have to get stronger between now and my next relationship/friendship... Especially relationship. When I'm in a relationship, I love too much, too soon. I trust that person with everything I am. And then they let me down. Right when I'm at my most vulnerable place, I get hurt. That's why I have relationship issues, I guess. I can't have a good relationship, because I can't seem to get into a healthy relationship. Maybe I never will, or at least not until I truly love myself AND accept myself. And that's something I've been working on for a while now. But I guess I have no other choice. It's either that or I shall be alone/in a bad relationship for the rest of my life. "Bad angel, get off my shoulder. Bad angel, let me be. I'm standing at the crossroads of temptation and salvation street...". Is it totally pathetic that one of my biggest temptations is to hate myself? Because it really is... And I know that's all spiritual warfare, but I don't feel like I'm strong enough to defeat this. I feel like I showed up to a gunfight with nothing but a switchblade knife. God really likes to challenge me, I'm sure of that. Maybe it's going to work out in the end, and I'll be a better person because of it...That's what I'll tell myself for now, anyway. And what sucks the most is that I can't really talk to anyone about it. Steph is too busy/indifferent (it seems that way, even if it's not), Seth H. gets mad, Seth J. is too busy, Rach is busy/far away, and everyone else is busy or simply doesn't care. So I have to vent and get it all out via this blog. My apologies to all those who read this and are either annoyed, bored, or whatever by this whininess. I shall stop for now... I'm going to continue listening to Dierks Bentley and pray that this feeling passes. Love y'all, and God bless.
But enough about my bluegrass/country music... Yesterday, I spent the entire day with Rachel (Hi, Rach!)... I'm not sure if Zack (my ex, her current boyfriend) was upset or not... Do I really care? No. Absolutely not. But whatever. I had a blast with her though. So much better than my "me date" I took on Friday... I realized that I just need more friends to hang out with, and I'll be fine. At least, I hope I'll be fine. Being with her made me realize just how lonely I've been... Maybe that's good, but I've always clung tightly to the belief that, if you ignore problems/emotions, they'll either go away on their own, or by the time they come back to the surface, you'll be better equipped to handle them. At least, that's what I'm hoping for... Like loneliness: If you don't pay attention to it, you don't get depressed/upset. You will not think to be upset about being alone if you just think you're fine alone. But that's a very stupid philosophy, and I know it from experience. However, that's a fact I tend to ignore. I know it's silly, but I'm tired of hurting... Being hurt, and hurting others. It makes me sick when I hurt others. And as far as being hurt goes, I think I've had my fair share. I mean, apparently not, since it's just going to continue, but I really don't feel like I'm capable of taking on anymore heartache, hurts, pains, etc. I guess I'll just have to get stronger between now and my next relationship/friendship... Especially relationship. When I'm in a relationship, I love too much, too soon. I trust that person with everything I am. And then they let me down. Right when I'm at my most vulnerable place, I get hurt. That's why I have relationship issues, I guess. I can't have a good relationship, because I can't seem to get into a healthy relationship. Maybe I never will, or at least not until I truly love myself AND accept myself. And that's something I've been working on for a while now. But I guess I have no other choice. It's either that or I shall be alone/in a bad relationship for the rest of my life. "Bad angel, get off my shoulder. Bad angel, let me be. I'm standing at the crossroads of temptation and salvation street...". Is it totally pathetic that one of my biggest temptations is to hate myself? Because it really is... And I know that's all spiritual warfare, but I don't feel like I'm strong enough to defeat this. I feel like I showed up to a gunfight with nothing but a switchblade knife. God really likes to challenge me, I'm sure of that. Maybe it's going to work out in the end, and I'll be a better person because of it...That's what I'll tell myself for now, anyway. And what sucks the most is that I can't really talk to anyone about it. Steph is too busy/indifferent (it seems that way, even if it's not), Seth H. gets mad, Seth J. is too busy, Rach is busy/far away, and everyone else is busy or simply doesn't care. So I have to vent and get it all out via this blog. My apologies to all those who read this and are either annoyed, bored, or whatever by this whininess. I shall stop for now... I'm going to continue listening to Dierks Bentley and pray that this feeling passes. Love y'all, and God bless.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
"This is what the letter said, the letter that Johnny Walker read..." (good song!)
So, the song quoted in the title is an AWESOME song! It was on an Asleep At The Wheel CD my dad had, and the song itself is a play on words: The Letter That Johnny Walker Read. It's referring to a literal letter that Johnny Walker read and Johnny Walker Red Label Whiskey, simply called Johnny Walker Red. So yeah...
Anyway, I know that was of no interest to anyone but me, so I'll move on now. I'm absolutely certain now that I am an idiot. I always thought I was, but now I know. Now, don't start arguing and pulling out the "Oh, no, Caitlin, you're so smart" crap. I am an idiot. Why do I say this? Well, I have been trying to pull a scorpion (cheerleading move in which you grab your foot and pull it up straight behind your head... it's not exactly easy) for ages now, and I've been doing better. Well, night before last, I decided to try it again... in my 5 inch stilettos. FYI: When one is wearing heels, one's leg muscles are already extended. Attempting to pull a scorpion in said heels will result in a pulled hamstring, which is very painful. So I've been limping around like a fool for the past two days. That just makes me stupid though. What makes me an idiot? I'm wearing the same heels tomorrow, knowing very well that it will hurt. I know this because I tried them on for no more than 10 minutes tonight, and am now in excruciating pain. This rocks. I am an idiot. Also, my legs are on fire. I didn't shave the way I'm supposed to, so now it hurts. This is what I get for trying to be lazy. I should win the award for Idiot Of The Year. Just throwing that out there. If anyone wants to vote for me, you have my full permission.
So, anyhoo, I adore country music. Also, country men. And just the country in general. I just thought everyone should know that. Honestly, though, I think I'm addicted to Dr Pepper and country music. I mean, I will go out of my way for either one. I'll put it this way, in case you didn't catch it in the previous post (I'm pretty sure I put it in there... yeah, I did), I plan on buying an antenna for my car BEFORE buying a new air conditioner, or even putting money back for one. Does that make me crazy, or what?! I'm thinking it does make me at least slightly nuts.
But anyway, I'm cold and I have church early tomorrow morning, so I'm going to at least lay down... Maybe tonight I'll get a decent amount of sleep, though I really doubt that, as I took an hour long nap today... Ah, well, así es la vida, triste y podrida. See y'all tomorrow... Love you all, and God bless!
Anyway, I know that was of no interest to anyone but me, so I'll move on now. I'm absolutely certain now that I am an idiot. I always thought I was, but now I know. Now, don't start arguing and pulling out the "Oh, no, Caitlin, you're so smart" crap. I am an idiot. Why do I say this? Well, I have been trying to pull a scorpion (cheerleading move in which you grab your foot and pull it up straight behind your head... it's not exactly easy) for ages now, and I've been doing better. Well, night before last, I decided to try it again... in my 5 inch stilettos. FYI: When one is wearing heels, one's leg muscles are already extended. Attempting to pull a scorpion in said heels will result in a pulled hamstring, which is very painful. So I've been limping around like a fool for the past two days. That just makes me stupid though. What makes me an idiot? I'm wearing the same heels tomorrow, knowing very well that it will hurt. I know this because I tried them on for no more than 10 minutes tonight, and am now in excruciating pain. This rocks. I am an idiot. Also, my legs are on fire. I didn't shave the way I'm supposed to, so now it hurts. This is what I get for trying to be lazy. I should win the award for Idiot Of The Year. Just throwing that out there. If anyone wants to vote for me, you have my full permission.
So, anyhoo, I adore country music. Also, country men. And just the country in general. I just thought everyone should know that. Honestly, though, I think I'm addicted to Dr Pepper and country music. I mean, I will go out of my way for either one. I'll put it this way, in case you didn't catch it in the previous post (I'm pretty sure I put it in there... yeah, I did), I plan on buying an antenna for my car BEFORE buying a new air conditioner, or even putting money back for one. Does that make me crazy, or what?! I'm thinking it does make me at least slightly nuts.
But anyway, I'm cold and I have church early tomorrow morning, so I'm going to at least lay down... Maybe tonight I'll get a decent amount of sleep, though I really doubt that, as I took an hour long nap today... Ah, well, así es la vida, triste y podrida. See y'all tomorrow... Love you all, and God bless!
What to do, what to do...
Okay, so I could NOT go to sleep last night... I didn't until 4 AM. So after a good 4 1/2-5 hours of sleep, I got up... Coffee and leftover birthday cake for breakfast. Now I am looking for something to do. I really want to hang out with the Hicks', but... well, I just don't see that as a viable option, as A.) I'm not really invited to their house today and B.) I mean, I don't want to do something stupid. So yeah, I don't have any plans for the day... I need some!!! I'm bored! And I already went on a date with myself once this weekend. Can't really afford to do that twice. At least not until I get paid, and my next paycheck is going for an EGR valve and radio antenna for my car. Although, altogether, that should be about $60.. So pretty much half of a week's paycheck... But whatever... It's cool. I just can't wait to have a functioning radio in my car. I would rather have a radio than an air conditioner. Is that sad, or what? So anyway, I'm going to cut this mess short while I attempt to find something fun to do today... Love y'all, and God bless!
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