Wanderer. It's the name of the song I'm currently listening to.

I'm sittin' in the library (again, yeah yeah, i'm so pathetic) studying with my roommate. She's the best, srsly.

It's strange that finals are almost here, and that the semester is almost over, and I'll be leaving soon. As in, for good, God willing.

My car doesn't feel right. It needs to go to the doctor. It's sick.

We had the lamest dorm Christmas party last night. It wasted 2 hours of my life. It was a white elephant gift exchange, and some girl got a raw cow tongue as a gift. The RAs thought it was hilarious, so did most. I thought it was absolutely disgusting and revolting. So did she, because she immediately threw it in the trashcan.

People are weird. In general. Everyone's sense of humor is absolutely skewed. I'm really the only normal one. And you all thought I was insane this whole time. You're probably kicking yourselves now.

I have lots of stuff to do in the midst of finals weekend. That's right. Who wants to take finals on a Friday, Monday, and Tuesday? It's stupid. Don't try and tell me it's not, any sagu or college person for that matter, will tell you it is.

I'm havin a going away party on Friday. A lot of people probably won't show up, but it's okay. The ones that actually care about me will, and that's all that matters really.

Okay, stop procrastinating, Caitlin. Study for your test tomorrow, your finals friday, and read that book you've been putting off.

FYI: Guys are of the devil. Just sayin'. There are no exceptions. I hate them all.
And I'm so never going to get married.
Celibacy it is.

Let's paint the town yellow, red's been overdone.

Me, Victoria, Tony, and Kyle.

I wanted to go ice skating in downtown Waxahachie. It was a cute pseudo-pond outdoors. It was cold. I wore my coat, hat, and scarf. It was picturesque.

But by the time we got going we were too late. It had already closed. Instead, we went to Bethlehem Revisted. It's this cool little play-like thing the Presbyterians put on. It's an outdoor reconstructed Bethlehem city, and about every hour or half hour, Mary and Joseph ride through on their donkey looking for a place to stay, baby Jesus is born, the wise men come, it's real cool; bad acting though. And it's an entire city of people who act like they're in Bethlehem. I was taking a picture of a goat and some kid girl goes, "You have lightening in a box, too?"

I replied, "Yeah, it's this new invention I got down in Jerusalem. They're way more technologically advanced than good ol' Bethlehem. You should go down and see."
What was I supposed to say to that?

Tony almost got put in prison because he hadn't paid his taxes to Caesar. Three camels walk through the city (they were my favorite part). If I can figure out how to put pictures up, I'll show ya.

Then we walked downtown for a while, and we climbed a building. Okay, sure it was four stories of a fire escape and one story of a ladder, but nonetheless by the end of it I was standing on top of a roof of a building in downtown.

Illegal? Not sure.
But it sho was fun.

Afterward we parked in a vacant lot and danced to Christmas music. Well, kind of. Tony was dancing, Victoria and I two-stepped, Kyle taught us the spastic running man. I laughed a lot.

We tried to find some Christmas lights, but they were not to be seen. Instead, we trespassed onto the playground at Cornerstone Christian Preschool (shhh, don't tell) and played on the swings and seesaws. At 11pm sharp we headed to Whataburger for honey butter biscuits. We colored little kid coloring sheets and played some Enrique on the Jukebox.

It was great fun.
Most definitely.

For those of you who don't know, I'm hoping to transfer to University of Houston next semester. I want to, and I pray that God will allow me to.

But last night I was certainly content to be right where I was; with friends who took me out, made me laugh, and created a wonderful, fun night.

Tony grabbed me, picked me up, and twirled me around so hard and fast, I thought I was going to puke. The whole time he said, "Don't leave! I'm gonna miss you!"

I say, "You don't even know me! You won't miss me!"

I think I'm going on a date tomorrow. Well, kinda. Me and Victoria and Michael and Addison. It's a date as in I'm pretty sure they're paying. And that's fine with me.

Okay, okay, so I'm procrastinating studying for my Theology test. I have to now, though, if I want to get into the Honors College at UH. I need a 4.0. Okay, I don't need one, but I want one.

Sigh.
Studying it is.

Two fingers, ladies and gents.
Later days.

Not quite the end, but almost there.

So I went back into my room, and her lamp was turned off (go figure) but she was still working on her computer. I climbed on Christine's dresser, pulled my pillow and blanket off my bed and came in the front room to sleep on the couch. Just as I was falling asleep she comes back into the room and turns the light on in the vanity. Needless to say, I woke up, yet again.

This was getting ridiculous.

I finally fell asleep, you know cause I could actually breathe and there was no light on, and was woken up at 7:45 by her again in the room making noise. I ended up not getting up when I wanted, I didn't have time to get ready for my 8 o'clock, and I couldn't move. I was ticked. So I went back to sleep.

My other roommates woke me up again around 8:45. They were talking about me, I know, because I was pretending to be asleep and I could hear quiet whispers. Not too sure what all they were saying, I just knew I was the object of the conversation. Jerks.

I couldn't move still, I was still exhausted, but I got up anyway and felt sick to my stomach--courtesy of the codeine, I'm sure. I just took a shower and I have to get ready for chapel.

I'm still in a horrible mood. Rightly so, if you ask me. They've got to be kidding themselves if they don't hear at least ten sarcastic remarks about last night later today. Shoot, they should be happy if that's all that happens. I'm ready to blow.

This is a rant and rave.

I would just like to point out that it is 11:58 p.m. this night on November 13, 2007, that I became so enraged at my roommate I almost punched her.

Here's the scene:
I went to bed last night around 11 and fell asleep around 12, you know, because of the obscene loudness from the front room. I woke up at 6, as usual, before any of my roommates, to find that I had all this sinus pressure collected in the front of my face: behind my nose and eyes, to be more specific. I walked out of my 8 o'clock class this morning thinking that I was going to throw up and got into bed and took a two and a half hour nap. I slep through dorm devos and I thouroughly expect to be fined for it, but I could really care less. Why the nausea from the headache?

BECAUSE MY ROOMMATES TURNED OFF THE AIR LAST NIGHT.

Now if you didn't know, we have two rooms for our apartment style dorm. A front room, where the desks are located, and a back one, where the beds are located. Henceforth, when I go to sleep I go to the back room, turn the lamp on, and shut the door. Why I hear my roommates, I have no idea. Furthermore, I sleep against the wall one the side furtherst from the A/C on the top bunk. I have a fan that points up to me.

Now, I realize I suffer from hypochondria, and I also know that sometimes I complain about things just to be funny, but this is not either of those matters. When I can't breathe at night, when I'm hot at night, when I wake up sweating because of the stale air, I get sick. Period. End of Story. I have asthma. It's hard for me to breathe sometimes, anyway.

So when the A/C is turned off, I get no air except the heat that circulates from my pathetic little fan. Hence the sinus pressure nauseating headache.

The nap proceeded to heal it. However, I was still tired around 9:30 tonight, after I went for a run. I showered, talked to my roommate Cami and went to bed promptly at 10:30. I planned on getting up at 6, you see.

Christine and Kelani get home from their volleyball game right after I had settled myself in bed. Well, great. Kelani needed to finish her homework, and where better to do it but at her dresser that is located next to my bed. Someone's cold, so the air is turned off. She turns on the lamp that is next to on her dresser startling me and abruptly waking me up from the sleep I was just falling into.

"Can you not do that in the front room?" I hope I rudely asked her.
"Honestly, no, because--"
"Okay fine, whatever," I hope I rudely interrupted her.

I heaved over, pulled the blankets up and tried to sleep. This was 11:15.
Pulling the blankets over my head usually works to block out the light and it muffles the noise, but it does not, NOT, create air. I was suffocating. Literally. And then I proceeded to hyperventilate. I got so mad I wante to punch her, but the fact that I could most likely be expelled for that restrained me. Instead, I got up, got my headphones, and went back to "sleep."

It's 12:10 and she is STILL UP WORKING.
It is still hot.
I am still not asleep.

I took a tylenol with codeine hoping that it will make me drowsy. Hasn't worked yet. And yes, mother, I fully realize the ramifications of what I just did. I probably won't wake up because I took it too late, and when I do wake up I will probably be sick because I took it on an empty stomach. I don't even care.

She just proceeded to ask me, "Does the light on that bed bother you?"
UH, YA THINK?!

Here's my thing, I live in this room, too. I don't apologize for going to bed early, I don't apologize for not wanting to die when I sleep, and I don't apologize for any part of any of my routine. I LIVE HERE, TOO. Have some respect for me as a person and I'll do the same for you.

She's lucky I don't go in there and smash the light and throw the computer out the window.
No, it's not mean. It's justice.

It's 12:13. I decided I am going to huffily go back into the front room, make a big scene about getting my pillow and blankets, and come and sleep on the couch.

I shouldn't have to sleep on the couch. I shouldn't have to be the one that constantly breaks.
But this is how the story goes.

And this is how the story goes.

Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays.

My alarm clock rings at 6:00 am. I wake up and continually hit the snooze button. I get up at 6:30 and take a shower. My day has started.

It takes me approximately 40 minutes to complete my morning routines, so I am ready for the day at 7:10. My class doesn't start until 8:00. I go to breakfast. I get a tray of food and sit at the booth, my headphones in my ears. I pull out my history textbook to catch up reading, or my notes to study for a test I have that day. I eat, I listen to my music, and I do homework. At 7:53, I put up my tray and walk to class.

It's computer applications. I sit there "listening" to the professor while Erica and I are in the back myspacing. When the class is over, everyone leaves except me. I don't have a 9:05 class, you see, so I pull out my books and headphones and do some more work. Or perhaps I go back to my room and do laundry, clean, or run errands.

At 10:10 I go to chapel. After the praise and worship is over, I pull out my books and do some more reading, unless the speaker just so happened to grab my attention. Or if it's prayer and praise chapel. After chapel I go to American History II. I listen to her powerpoints, underline notes in my book, and the class is over. Victoria and I eat lunch.

If today is Monday, I eat linger in the lunch room and go get ready for work in a few minutes. If today is Wednesday or Friday, I linger a little, go back to my room and prepare my notes for a test I have in the week, do some errands, clean, or study some more before my Bible Study class at 1:45. I sit in class, take notes, listen to the professor until 3:05. After, I return to my room, drop off my books, change into something a lot more comfortable, grab my whistle and I'm off to work.

I work until 6:00, unless my bosses have decided to leave early, then it's kind of understood that I will be staying there until the last kid leaves. We play outside, do paint projects, I help them with their homework, beat them mercilessly in go fish, and sign them out. Then I go back to school with Victoria and we head straight to the lunch room before it closes. We eat and I go back to my room to relax a little before we run at 7:00. After I run, I take a quick shower, change clothes, then go to the library to finish any homework I have left, I clean the room, or if there is nothing left for me to do, I hang out with Victoria and others in the lobbies and around campus.

At 10:15, I head back to my room and get ready for bed. If my roommates are in the room we talk a while. I usually crawl into my top bunk around 10:45, 10:30 if I'm lucky. The door is shut, the air is on, the lamp is lit so my roommates can see when they get to my room. I lay in bed listening to loud noises. Lately, they have decided to play volleyball in the front room, and they've been unusally loud. If I'm real lucky, I fall asleep around 11:15. But usually it's not until 12:30. I haven't decided why I still continue to go to bed so early if I'm still not going to fall asleep until so late. Around 3:30 am I awake with a start to find I have to go to the bathroom. They've left all the lights on, so I go around the rooms and turn them all off, then go back to sleep for another hour and a half until I awake again at 6:00am. Then my days starts all over again.

Of course, if today is a Friday, after we eat dinner we sit around trying to decide what we're going to do. Sometimes we dress up and go to Dallas and walk around. Sometimes we sit in the lobby and watch movies. Occasionally we go to the mall, but it usually makes us depressed that we're so poor. Mostly though, we sit around talking to other people about how there is nothing to do and how we're so poor to do anything anyway. At 1:00 am, I go back to my room and sometimes stay up later doing homework, or other things. I sleep in the next day until noonish.

Oh, the life of a college student.

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.