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Let's continue now that I'm revved up with caffeine again.
I wish I could talk to some more of my chums. So far, I've only talked to Jamie, Nicole, and some random fellow from a forum website who actually turned out to be cool. I'm going to sit in on Mark and Kitty's Improv Class tonight, sadly I can't join because I'm getting my wisdom teeth removed and such and will be working, yadda yadda yadda. But tomorrow should be fun: Kitty's Quince Rehearsal! I'm going Alemany, hopefully I can sneak in on The Fat Man and say hello, but I'm also going to see Heidi, Lizi, Mark, Danny, and Ian. Sexy, kinda...Ian is my fox-ay dance partner. Bwuahaha. He's a male nurse. Anyhoo.
Went surfing, beached, and rode horses on Sunday, which was a lot of fun, very pretty, but this kid (Rachel, you think you've seen Augustus Glute), was so fat he couldn't get on the horse- he looked exactly like Augustus. But the trip overall was very fun, kids over there are a lot different than cali kids, they don't care about looks as much and would rather spend time at the beach. Everything was hella expensive though. But because I didn't really have anyone in my family to hang out with (either babysitting Cam or referreing fights with Kevin, or trying not to yank the hair out of my head with my parents), so it got kind of lonely. Maui was beautiful beyond belief, it was too perfect, but it made me sad because I couldn't share it with anyone. Not just like boyfriend-ish, but just a companion, friend I could hang out with, that would have made my trip 1000000% better. Alas, I shouldn't complain. In a good way, though, this trip truly made me love and appreciate my amigos a whole lot more. I don't think I've ever had such good friends.
But mainly what I got out of the trip was all of the Zhen (spelling?) time I got out of it. I literally had hours upon hours a day of just being me alone with my thoughts- and thinking about a lot of things, and I've decided I don't like it. I'm going to change. First step is to close off everything that's caused me grief and conflict. I'm starting anew. So I'm done with this journal, and am creating a new one that will be fit to put my new attitude in.
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Add it.
Thank you.
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[01 Jul 2004|11:28am] |
Long post, for my standards anyway. Get ready to read....YEAH!
It's been a loooooong week, and I just read my last entry before I left and I deserve to be slapped in the face, literally. I worry too much, I really do. Bad habit.
Going to Hawaii, Maui and staying in Wailea more specifically, I had a lot of free time on my hands. I have no one to hang out with that's my age (my brothers hang out together and my parents hang out together, and lord only knows how badly I want to spend time with them), so I did a lot of things on my own, which was nice sometimes, but most of the time it was very lonely. I talk differently to my family (and most of the trip consisted of me looking after my soon to be 8 year old brother), so I haven't had an actual conversation with someone in a week...eh, it's hard to explain.
But mainly, I missed all of you! I thought about everyone a whole lot, like what perverted joke would jessica be making if she saw me eating a kumquat, how badly I wanted to smuggle back Mai-Tais so I could see Karyn and Megan drunk, how Kitty would flip out when she saw how expensive everything is, how Rachel would flip out how they don't care about politics at all over here, how Nicole would blind the natives and they would think she was an angel or something, and all the fun I would have if Jamie and the rest of my posse were here. It was bittersweet, to tell you the truth.
So, on the 5 and a half hour plane ride, flipping through Teen Vogue and keenly avoiding my American Colonies book (which, is actually interesting, I've gotten through quite a bit of it. Call me a dorkwad, but I like the damn book), I decided to make a list of all the things I wanted to do in Hawaii. I actually wrote them down, and I am copying them down for you to read right now:
(1) Eat at a Jimmy Buffet inspired restaurant (a la "Margaritaville" or "Cheeseburger in Paradise," etc, etc)
(2) See a coconut tree.
(3) Play a ukalele, and find out how much one is.
(4) Have a pina colada, mai tai, or lava flow, in a pool at the same time.
And the piece de resistance.....
(5) Meet a Hawaiian hotttttttt surfer boy, and commence to work on the shameless flirting skills(z).
Did I accomplish these?! You bet your sweet patoot I did!!!!!! Number 5 is really the only one that matters, although I did accomplish all 5 (four might be half credit, because I couldn't get the actual lava flow, only virgins) tasks. But duuuuuuude, you all would be SO proud of me. My dad signed my brother and me up for surfing lessons (surfing I will get into itself later), and I had already surfed a couple times before, so I knew the basics and stuff, so I just was looking around for a while on the beach, looking for my target. BAHAHAHA. AND I FOUND HIM. He was one of the assistants, and a PRO SURFER. BAHAHAHAHA. See, the head guy, who taught the group of about 20 (most of them were embarresed Wisconson teenage girls and their fanny-pack dads), did the main instruction, then there were about 5 other surfer bra's walkin in the ocean to help you out. And I saw him.
I know you're thinking, why the hell is an fug-ugly girl like me going for a prime physical specimen like that? 6 feet tall, skinny, impeccably tan and sandy blond hair....it's like the beauty and the beast right? Well, I don't know, somehow, wearing my rashguard and booties and looking like an idiot paddling the dry land practicing...I suddenly lost all of my pride and decided to go for it. Hey, it's not like I would ever see him again. I only regret not getting my picture taken with him.
Anyway, I really wanted to talk to this boy, but him and the other kid (who was really cute too, only he....well, I don't know, not my type) were concentrating on these terrible girls, who were so touristy cliche I could only guess they were from the midwest haha, and I was in Paris Hilton Bitch Mode and wanted that to stop right away, so I got up on the next wave (clumsily, I'm no Kelly Slater, but I can get up on a longboard) and move over to them, and this guy looks impressed, but he's helping my brother, and he asks Kevin to get me over here. He asks if I'm his sister, he says yeah, and he's like, "you're good at this," I say thanks, and he offers to help set me up on the next board, he smiles at me and asks what my name is, I tell him and I ask for his. Guess what his goddamn name is?!
Trace. And hell, is that even really his name? I think so. If not, "Tre." But I'm pretty sure it's Trace. Ha!
Then, like, I know he was flirting with me because he didn't want me to catch waves, for like an hour he was just like "wait for the next one," I straddled the board and wasted my dad's 60 bucks and just made meaningless conversation with this gorgeous, dimwitted creature. I didn't say much, to be honest, because he rambled on about the waves around here, and I volunteered the information I had, and eventually he let me catch a few more, I rode most of them all the way back to shore and worked on my steering because the tide wasn't that high that day. Hawaii's waves are weird. There is like nothing for 10 minutes, absolutley flat, then about 5 minutes of monster-knock-off-your-bathing-suit waves. But that day was exceptionally bad, but great for beginners, which I still am, but I felt like I was ready for harder stuff, and Trace said he'd be willing to teach me when the waves picked up.......but sadly that would never be. I smiled at looked at him a lot...like Olsen twins pimpalicious style, I must have looked like an idiot, but the fact is, I got a Hawaiian surfer named Trace to flirt with me and almost asked me out, sorta kinda. Ha.
Yeah, kind of pathetic, but it's one small step for shy, mistaken for a lesbian-type girls like myself.
None of the plane rides were pleasant experiences, my parents were up in first class, and I sat in between my two brothers so they wouldn't fight for the plane as well as the car ride. Not exactly good. If I hadn't had brought my Walkman I may have strangled someone.
Our hotel rooms were NICE. Based on past experiences from previous vacations my dad has shoved our whole family of 5 into a cramped double bed....so I was pleasantly surprised to find out I had my own queen bed in a swank resort where the food was exceptional, there were pools everywhere (TWO WITH WATERSLIDES), and a walking distance to the beach. Well, you can hurl insults at me...
NOW:
Ok. Glad you got that off your chest. We arrived on Thursday, and had like no agenda planned what so ever, so like for the whole week I was sitting by the pool, trying to get an tan and instead accumulating more freckles, sipping smoothies and getting fat, and having absolutley nothing on my mind. Nothing at all.
More to continue........
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Pray I don't have a nervous breakdown. I don't know if this will be a good vacation, only if I'm on a separate island than my mother for the entire duration.
I'm almost all packed, but will look like a poser out in Maui because I'm so white and I'm from Southern California. I'm shallow, sorry Jason.
I'll miss you all, talk to you on July 1.
I just read what I just typed, and I'm a neurotic mess, sorry. I just lost my prescription sunglasses and I haven't told my parents and I'm very stressed out right now...more than I have been in a long time.
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I get laryngitis more than any other person I know....like 6 times a year. I feel better body wise, no more fever, whatever...but my voice is gone. Talking on the phone for so long last night didn't do me any good. Plus I had another reaction to the codene and had to go to the er last night at 2 am. Gross.
So basically I'm just getting ready for my Hawaii trip. So I'll give ya'll the 411:
-Leaving Thursday, June 24, for a 9 am flight, then coming back July 1.
-I will be bringing my cell phone, but don't expect me to pick it up often.
Feel free to leave nasty comments, because it isn't going to matter in 2 days, I'll be sipping a Pina Colada and Windsurfing.
Then coming back for Kitty's Quince, then the carnival (mwuhaha), then other friendly visits, then a trip to washington. Somewhere I have to work in Albertsons. Somewhere I need to get my license. Grrr.
This is really boring, because I can't talk, so that means I can't talk to anyone on the phone. No one is online that I want to talk to, and there is nothing on tv. Ack...this could all be solved if I had my license. But alas-
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[21 Jun 2004|07:07pm] |
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Here it is, I promised. After bitching and complaining, I had like 100 pics, most of them had my thumb over the lense. I need Photography 101 class, I swear.
( You think that's strange? )
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[20 Jun 2004|05:14pm] |
Even with 2 tylenol pms, and sudafed, I still stayed up until 3. And the Terminal was still in my mind, I began to detest the movie after I couldn't get the phrase "bite to eat" out of my head. So I'm officially Terminal-ed out.
Talking with James is always amusing.
Pictures come tomorrow. Big ass post, I promise.
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[19 Jun 2004|06:54pm] |
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God, can you please just let my intestinal organs work for once and let me throw up? Thank you.
The Terminal is quite a good movie, but not as much as when you feel like the popcorn that was just sat on by some old guy. Bleh. But I saw The Terminal with Nicole and her friend Autumn today, then after I left, I got hit on by bikers at Chuy's. Greeeeat. Nothing but the finest show up to Moorpark's Chuy's. It was kind of nice though, my mom made me go pick up food for everyone, and I ordered a margarita and people watched for about 20 minutes. Kind of relaxing. Then I realized I lost my 200 dollar prescription sun glasses and now I'm tense again. And sick. Thank you Karma. You're one hell of a guy.
My luck? I'll be nice and sick just in time for Hawaii next Thursday. And one particular person whom I am in close contact ALWAYS is sick. So therefore I always get sick. No matter how many drinks I refuse to share. Egh.
Pictures come Monday. Will be posting stuff from: Confirmation, 1st communion, last day of school, bowling alley, maybe even a few head shots of myself, attempting to be a follower and be artistic? Stay tuned, kiddies.
I think I'm going to hit the sack and read that American Colonies book. How fun. I'm a bad ass.
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Yesterday was the best day ever. After a week of hibernating in my room and just talking with people on the phone...and taking sorry ass pictures of myself, I finally got out of the house. First part of the day:
Mark and Kitty came over, and then we headed over to Regal to see Saved!, which is the best movie ever, I really think so. First, we walked over to borders and took some scandelous pictures. Gay magic spells? Poor kitty, lol. But Mark and her are a blast to hang out with. Then we got Buck Star and watched Saved, and I also found out their taking an improv class at moorpark...DAMN you guys!
Then soon after I changed clothes and went bowling with Megan, Karyn, Rachel, and Jessica. Which was a hoot. We are terrible bowlers, pictures are coming soon! This weekend, I hope. But yeah, then we went back to rachels, sadly couldn't get the camera to work, but still had fun watching TV anyway. Ack, I can't even describe it except for pictures.
I love summer.
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Fuck. I am in love. With this CD collection. You know what I did all day? I was up to my knees in rare Motown recordings.....getting dust in my nose and Mel and Tim in my ears. I wish I could do stuff like this for a living. Just listening to old music all day. I think I want to be a producer of some kind. Like movies and music....
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I am turning into Rob Gordon, seriously. I spent the whole day today, immensed in vinyl and CDs, picked out a playlist for my aunt's "Summer" party. So I came up with about 100 songs for it....and I feel so proud. I feel really good too. I did extra chores to get my mom to shut up, and I literally have listened to all of these albums cover to cover to figure out what to pick, then I'm copying them to my computer right now. We're lookin at about 4 or 5 CDs. Stacy loves Motown, so if you read the playlist, you'll notice a trend. But hey, how could you not love Motown? If any of you want, for like 5 bucks I'll burn you the whole compilation. I'm charging five bucks because it's going to take me 3 days to do the whole thing. I think tomorrow I'll go to Barnes and Noble or something to figure out stuff to read for Hawaii and my DC trip. Anyone want to come over to my house after noon?
I love Summer. I love it more than my Better than Sex cake. Here is the playlist I came up with:
( The ULTIMATE Mix for Summer )
EDIT: I think I just had an orgasm when I saw John Mayer on Vh1 (and semi-sad because I couldn't be there to see him live)...then I think I had another one when I found out he was doing this concert-a-maggig with Paul Simon.
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[13 Jun 2004|04:17pm] |
I want a new screename. Just because. Need ideas.
Life is wonderfully boring. I still don't have a driver's license.
11 days until Maui.
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[12 Jun 2004|03:49pm] |
GUESS WHAT?! I GOT SPORTS NIGHT ON DVD BITCHES!!!!! (Rachel and Jessica) It's technically a birthday present for my dad on monday, so come to my house! I seriously can't wait. JOSH CHARLES bitches!
And........I'm so happy. Why? HAWAII ON JUNE muthafuckin 24th!
A week in Maui of me frying in the sun, surfing, scuba.....ah, I can't wait.
Not much is going on except for the fact some random guy from Granada High IMed me and asked me out....I think. That would be a big fat 'no.' Plus, the meddling with anyone person continues...mwuhahaha.
Life is pretty good. I try not to think about Report Cards.
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I heard the 21 gun salute.
The bombs shook my little town.
I saw the navy planes fly over my head, missing one man.
I saw the Hearse drive past me, carrying my family's hero.
I heard Cameron ask my dad who this man was who the old lady was crying about.
The sunset that he had entered is about to end, and I've never been more proud to be an American.
I heard Nancy Reagan cry.
We walked outside into our backyard to watch the library and hear the 21 gun salute, and my dad held me close. I don't have to worry about a lot of things now.
Say a prayer for America tonight.
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Today was awesome. I kicked it with my homie g's...and I am officially Harry Potter'd out. SO FUCKING HILARIOUS. And I was amazed at the Winnetka theater, honestly. Took a piss-load of pictures. And I still have a lot left, so I gotta figure out what to do with it. When I go to the mall tonight I'll waste them there. Heidi- oh goodness! Such a long time! We'll have fun. Waste more pictures. We're trying on dresses for Kitty's Quince WHICH I AM SO EXCITED FOR, so maybe some pictures of Caitlin in a hot dress? Nah, not likely. Anyhoo.
The most important event of today was that:
I, Caitlin Mayer, am out of school. I am a junior, bitch!
Wow, can you believe it?
I don't like this growing up business (Except for the driver's license bit)
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[09 Jun 2004|05:51pm] |
HOLY CRAP LOOK WHAT I FOUND!!!!!!!!
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This goes out to all those pot smoking girls with a heart of gold. And those with nicknames? HA.
She plays wipeout on the drums
the squirrels and the birds come
Gather around to sing the guitar
Oh I...have you got nothing to say
When all words fail she speaks
Her mix tape's a masterpiece
Walks through the garden
so the roses can see
Oh I...have you got nothing to say
And you can see the daisies
in her footsteps
Dandelions, butterflies
I wanna be Kate
Everyday she wars the same thing
I think she smokes pot
She's everything I want, She's everything I'm not
Oh. I...
Have you got nothing to say
She never gets wet
She smiles and it's a rainbow
And she speaks and she breathes
I wanna be Kate
Down by the Rosemary and Cameron
She hands out the Bhagaved Gita
I see her around every couple days
I wanna see her so that
I can say...hey Kate
She never gets wet
She smiles and it's a rainbow
Oh oh...You can see
I wanna wanna wanna wanna be
Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate, Kate
Can't wait for summer, can you? Then maybe my life can be normal again.
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[08 Jun 2004|03:35pm] |
HA. Are we noticing a pattern here?
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LJ Stalker FinderFrom Go-Quiz.comFun stuff. Well, after Thursday, I am halfway invincible. Then afterwards I am going to: Pass my drivers test. Get pumped for Hawaii (eating nice and getting tan and such) Stop being such an asshole. Ok. On three. Ready.
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wow. Went a long time without an update.
I shouldn't even be on. I'm screwed for finals. But I'm just in such a 'Summer mode' that I don't want to do anything except lay out in the sun and not do anything educational. But I'm going to the doctors again today at 4:15.
Lately, I've been so numb to everything that's been going on that I haven't really stopped and looked around to see what is actually happening to me. Things aren't going as well as I had envisioned the end of my sophomore year, but I'm too blind to realize it all, let alone make it better.
I hate that my parents refuse to give me any extra help, I'm even more upset now for the things they did give me.
Life is tough, but I'm strong and I'm going to get through it.
If I can make it til Thursday, I should be given a medal or a big slice of cake.
EDIT:: Ronald Reagan died Saturday, in case you live in a hole. My (extended) family was friends with the Reagans (my aunt and grandmother will be attending the funeral in DC), and after going through the library countless times, I know everything about his presidency inside and out, and all I can say is he makes me want to be a better person. Not many people in the world have an affect like that. I'm going up to the library tommorow.
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This is shaping up to be a bad week, in more ways that one. Friends are going through hard times, my family, guy troubles. I don't want to bitch and complain, because most of the time I can't do anything about it.
4 more days until summer......
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I have a lot to worry about now. Finals, this scheme we're doing......and god. Jessica asked me if I wanted to get him back and the honest to god truth is I don't know. I'm just such a typical annoying teenage girl, I can't make up my mind. He's really cute now, but I haven't spoken with him in a long time so I don't know if he's the same guy anymore. I really don't know.
I found out a terrible thing last night, and it didn't hit me until after school today. Someone very dear to me, more dear to me than I could ever express, is in trouble. And I can't say who it is, but I'm more worried than you could ever know. And I can't do anything about it. But I really can't talk about it, because it's still not definite, and there are trust issues. And it's not fair because that person totally doesn't deserve something like this....and argh....I just can't. I can't really discuss it either, so don't ask me about it...sorry. But if you ever wonder why I may be sad this coming summer, that's probably it. Maybe I can tell you sometime, but I hope I won't have to.
Bye everyone. Also, who wants to see Harry Potter this weekend with me? Let me know, ok?
(EDIT: I wish some people would just go away. God.)
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