Synonyms.

"Hey girls, I'm sittin' with you," I say to the girls at the lunch table when I put my bag down and go get my tray. When I come back; however, they are leaving.
I suppose telling them I was going to sit there was synonymous with "Hey, please ditch me so I'll look like a loser."

Last night I crawled into my semi-comfy bed and pulled my sheets up. It was time to go to sleep, I thought I had conveyed that thought quite well. Apparently, though, getting into my bed is synonymous for "Let's try to keep Caitlin from sleeping." My roommate decided she had to do her homework in the back bedroom, with the lights on, the door open, while she sang.
Needless to say, didn't sleep much that night.

I went home for the weekend. It was a better trip than I thought. However, when I am not in the room that is synonymous for using my desk to put stuff on. I walked back in my room and found a pile of trash and a collection of odds and ends that I know for a fact was not there when I left. Hmm, now where could that have come from.

Room checks are every Thursday. The post-it note to remind us on the front bulletin board must be synonymous for "Caitlin never cleans" because all my stuff miraculously gets put away somewhere come Thursday night. It's a wonder to me when I walk into my room, you know, to start cleaning my stuff, and it's all put away. And I can't find it. I think they're hiding my stuff, as well, because I am missing more than just a few personal items.

Cleaning the playroom after forty kids is synonymous for leaving trash lying everywhere, because apparently we have no idea how to clean.

These are just a few examples of what my life has been like this past week. But it's okay, I am persevering, getting through, and I am almost done with my third semester of college.
Yippee!

Other news:
I have completed seasons one and three and half of season two of The Office, courtesy of Jordan Williams. That girl is the best cousin.

I want to be Raggedy Ann for Halloween, but I need a Raggedy Andy. Though no boy seems to want to take me up on this idea.

One of my co-workers is mad at me I do believe. Hey, it's not my fault I want him to work. Sheesh. He only comes in three days anyway. If I had it my way, I would fire him and hire someone better. Maybe he'll quit.

I took an open book/note test today. Easy as pie. And my theology class is cancelled. 2 whole hours of freedom before I go to work. I have lots of things to do. I should get started.

Three weeks, five days, and counting until Thanksgiving break. I expect you all to be there. Seriously. Oh, and by the by, an old friend will be coming along with me. I am quite content about this news, I'm not gonna lie.

Okay, well, I haven't officially unpacked from the weekend I went home, so I guess I should probably do that. It is probably annoying my roommates. But hey, I don't sleep, so I guess I don't really care.

:D

See ya in three and a half weeks!

Caitlin is lifeplanning.

Summer plans so far:

1. Japan: If cousin goes, I am contemplating going with her. But she has the opportunity of graduating this summer, and that would be a lot more beneficial to her than going back to the country.



2. Houston Chronicle: I am an English/History major. I may want to work in Journalism in the future. In that case, I should start interning now, instead of waiting five years. I will be applying for the Chronicle's intern slots, although being that I have no prior experience this hopeful job may not become reality. To insure some success in the future, I will also be looking into jobs at the Baytown Sun, a slightly less reputable and widely published paper, but will still provide me with decent exposure to the Journalism world and supply me with honorable credentials.



3. If this does not play out; however, I will be looking into other, minimum wage jobs, much like the one I had this summer. Let's all pray that this misery will not be bestowed upon me.



ahem.



4. Church Intern: I will be credentialed in May, and I figure that I should then work to my Ordination. Therfore, I will need some sort of church experience. I want to intern. Preferably Youth, but I will most likely take a Children's spot. I am not picky. But what I really want to do is plant Middle School Ministries in churches across the nation. I need some church experience. Know of any openings? I know most of you are preachers, hook me up, yo. Seriously. I am a hardworker, and I will definitely make positive contributions to your church as well as your community. It says so on my resume.



5. I do not want to live in Waxahachie this summer. It wasn't that great of an experience, mostly costly. Living at home and taking distance classes will definitely put my financial worries at ease, for the most part. I mean, I still have college to pay for.



6. Massuchusettes and Alaska: Rumors that a few of our family members will be relocating to different states. I've always wanted to live in a different state. You have kids. Here's my deal: Pay my way up there, treat me as one of the family, and you will be complete with a nanny. Although, I have to add, I want to make some sort of profit, so I will be looking for a paid job along with being your free nanny. I think this is a good deal. Call my cell, or my mother, or comment this blog so we can negotiate a contract between us.



I am simply procrastinating finishing my fourteen hours worth of homework. I should definitely get back to it. But please, this is me on my knees begging you, give me some options for this summer. I realize it's a ways away, but there is no time like the present! And I don't want to procrastinate my summer plans. 1) procrastination is a sin and 2) I don't want to be left with nothing.



Family, Help!



Sincerely yours,

Planning my life.

Won't you be my neighbor?

I'm babysitting in Arlington tonight for Cousin Kim and kids. I realize I should be studying for my test right now, but I believe I will wait until tomorrow when I skip chapel. Yeah, tuition bucks being put to good use.

A wise person once said, "Christians never have bad days." This is ultimately true, no matter how new-age your theology may be. As this semester has progressed, I have realized that I have not had a single bad day yet.

Sure, some may be more discouraging than others. Some days are more frustrating. Some days I lack energy. Some I lack zest. But overall, tears are sparse and laughs are multiplying.

I know that God is good, I trust in Him. I put my faith in Him. And the joy in my Lord is my strength through everything.Hence the sudden bursts of delightfulness.

I miss my family. Have I said that often enough? But more than that, I miss my past family. I miss the five kings and queens of the night. I miss sleeping in a bed together, and bring your own blanket parties. I miss the reason behind my laughter.

Pumpernickel and I spent a wonderful night in Dallas last Saturday, (pictures to come!).
We strolled West End with Victoria. We sang to High School Musical Soundtracks 1 and 2. We wore out my camera battery. We feasted on pasta and shot glass deserts.
I teared when she left.

Though my week was great, I didn't know that I was missing something until that Saturday.
I was missing her.
I was missing family.
She's the head queen.
My role model.

Kim talked about how she thought my mother was the coolest. My mother talked about how Kathryn and Landry think I am the coolest. Did I ever have someone that was the coolest?
I did.
I do.
Her name is Jordan.

The one thing I like remembering is how I wanted to be just like her. I wanted to have her same tomboyish qualities. I thought it was cool that she could count by 6's. I envied her senior ring, that she got it before I got mine. I wished I was as wise or as smart as her.

She says I am amazing, that I am the best ever, but I quite disagree. She is more to me than I will ever be to her. Her strength, her endurance, her unending faith and unceasing trust is what I model my own after. She just so happens to be the greatest. Ever.

I miss her being no more than 20 minutes from me. She's going to live in Japan, I just know it. I'm going to miss her more then.

And as life keeps going, and things keep changing, her constancy will always be there.

Like a good neighbor, State Farm is there.

It's times like these.

"That's Caitlin. She hates me."
This is what Girl said when she "discreetly" pointed me out from across the room.

"I'm tired of you talking about me."
This is what Girl 2 said when asked why she was moving out of the dorm.

This is what I've discovered as of late: sagu people either hate me, or they think that I hate them.

Well, it's a good thing I'm at least ten times smarter than everyone to realize the stupidity of the situation.

Really, who needs people? I've got Victoria, three friendly roommates, and that's really all I need. To heck with everyone else. Sure, it gets a bit discouraging sometimes, but all I have to do is keep my head up and swim on.

You see, the thing is I'm apparently too smart to interact correctly with people on a lower intelligence level than I (I'm quoting my mother, don't comment on my vanity). I suppose social awkwardness is the price one pays for above average intelligence.

If I were a hypocrite, I would control my expressions and tone inflection, and I would simply smile and talk mess behind their back. Instead, I have to involuntarily make groaning noises or facial expressions that uncover my real feelings.

Dang my genuineness.

On a side note, I officially hate this school I go to. (Insert a disgruntled tone and horrid facial expression wherever you will.) A semi-close friend of mine just got kicked out for alleged homosexual tendencies. I say alleged because this person is nowhere near the same-sex preference nature nor does he possess enough effeminate qualities to make one think otherwise. He is an upstanding, Christian law-abiding person.

I see where the priorities lie. In the midst of speed mountains and sagunet proxies, we've come to expel those who possess different personalities and character traits than the standard norm. And we simply overlook those we have verifiable proof who deal drugs and have broken at least three major laws and should be in prison.

This is because sagu is afraid. The school is afraid of not having it's one unified, standard looking body. And they will do anything to achieve the magazine look of the school. Even if it means lowering our standards and not practicing the Biblical laws we preach.

That's right. I said it.
And I used the words "our" and "we."
I apologize. From here on out, I do not associate myself nor my morals with this school.
It's lost any respect I had left.