I have returned from my seemingly endless seclusion in VA to bring to you a very simple statement:

ITALIAN WORLD CUP 2006, BIZZNATCH.

that is all. :)

Current Location: richmond, post-wc game
Current Mood: ecstatic
Current Music: the screaming of all the other italians in my apartmentbldng

Can't sleep. So...

( meme! )

Current Location: richmond
Current Mood: calm
Current Music: none

01. drink : up, my love.
02. autumn : Mr. Tumnus/Grand Theft Autumn (WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIGHT? I HOPE HE IS A GENTLEMAN.)
03. syndrome : sand drones.
04. cycle : That stupid 'The Phoenix Dance' book that tried to set bipolar back in the whole 'Dancing Princesses' story. Guess what, stupid melodramatic bitch? DIDN'T WORK.
05. fork : in the road
06. episode : The Doctor Dances. 'I am totally soniced up!'
07. brand : Lysol
08. grey : Gandalf The.
09. bent : Straight like a circle.
10. sponge : The expando-sponges.

Current Location: Virginia; in my room on my bed
Current Mood: angry
Current Music: Grand Theft Autumn(fall out boy)

Ugh.

I woke up half an hour ago and I feel absolutely disgusting. I'm off-balance, tired, and just generally sick.

And I'm sneezing.

But the last couple of days have been fun. I had some friends over last last Friday (Krista, Jess, Ben, Mike, and Jer) and it was fun times. Jess had to leave because of work, but the festivities included watching America's Funniest Home Videos (which actually ended up being funny) and Jeopardy (which we all lost at, in the end). Then, inspired by my brother and his friends, we went and got ourselves completely soaked at least five or six times over. Water gun fights. Good times. :)

I <3 t3hglenrock friends.

But now I'm packing, because I'm leaving on Thursday...which would be easier if I weren't sick.

Also if my dad just got off the freaking phone for once.



so cry yourself to sleep
cry yourself to sleep
I am strong and you are weak - wait
you are strong and I am weak

Current Location: in my room, at my computer.
Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: the lament of pretty baby(cursive)

Right. Here's what I have to do:

I'm going down to Richmond on the 23rd, right after my brothers and sister get out of their last day of school. Until then, I'll be hanging around the house or with glen rock friends. Please don't ask me to go anywhere because my father will murder me. However, I'll be free to be on the phone at all hours of the night tonight, because my parents' thirtieth wedding anniversary was a few weeks ago, and he's finally home, so they can go out to celebrate, so I'll be up until three watching the house.

My contact info:

Address:
Eventually: 21021 Founders Bridge Road, on the corner of Founders Bridge Rd and Pine Vale Ct (funny, huh) <--- This is the address for my new house. I'll be living in an apartment in Richmond proper until everything's done. I don't have the address of my apartment, but that's okay because we don't have a mailbox. We'll be applying for a P.O. box asap, and when the application goes through, I'll post it.

Phone: My home phone is the same because we have Vonage, which allows your number to move with you. If you already know it, or have a way of obtaining it, great, but I'm not posting it on here (obviously).

Cell: It's the same. (201) 321-1408, for those of you that don't already know.

E-Mail: My non-school address is knowledgeablechild@gmail.com, though I imagine I'll start using that significantly less often once I get my college e-mail (which I'll post).

Screenname: Somnambulare. Same as this.

I think that's it. If I've missed any absolutely vital piece of information, do tell me about it.

Current Location: in my room, at my computer
Current Mood: mellow
Current Music: dead disco(metric)

Tested out of my language requirement and my english requirement, so I can double-major and graduate a semester early if I play it right.

I can be a doctor.

I can do anything I've ever wanted.


Take that, Holy Angels.


I thought I was going to be sad and weepy about leaving high school - not a lot, but at least a little. As it turns out, the thing I'm most upset about is not being able to watch people I hate fall on their asses right up close anymore. Darn.

So this is what'll happen in college:

I'll double major. I'm leaving college with a 3.5 GPA or better, doesn't matter how many extra papers or quizzes I have to take, I'm going to do it. I'll have a B.A., a B.S., and I'll be working on my Masters before 2011 is out. I can do this, and no one can stop me.

I won't fence, at least not the first year. I need to get Calculus out of the way before I start it again. Besides, my knees still aren't up to par, and since they might never be again I don't want to mess myself up further. It was fun while it lasted, fencing, but not now. I'll participate in Orchestra. I'll make new friends. I'll move on.


I will finally be freed from the hypocrisy and the lies. I'm glad. I managed to keep my integrity and - hey, you know what? I won, after all.

Current Location: On my bed, writing a paper
Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: cigaro(system of a down)

Okay, so...some of you may know (but most of you probably don't) that I'm wasting my Memorial Day break languishing in Richmond looking at houses. I'm busy putting together a picture show for when we come back (and OH YEAH, studying for finals) so it's kind of hectic atm.

Spent seven hours riding down. Not a fun time, normally, but Josh and I enjoyed it. I think he's gotten to the age where it's not taboo to spend time with his older sister anymore. Oh, and we went to Starbucks and I got my usual, but I also had my mom's iced coffee and Josh had my dad's iced coffee. So we were wired.

Then, because we were wired, we invented the Most Honourable Order of the Sock Ninjas, who will always prefer Death Before Dishonor (that's our motto). Also we have invented the Sock Ninja Death Touch.

Huzzay.

Eventually, after all the driving, we got to our place where we stayed and slept. There might have been some eating of bad hibachi food in there, but it was deemed too horrible to recall by my brain.

Today we looked at a billion houses. In the middle, somewhere, Jeremy called, and it went like this:

Caitlin's Phone: *ring, ring*
Caitlin: tired Bzuh? Hello?
Jeremy: Caitlin?
Caitlin: Oh, hi Jeremy.
Jeremy: Yeah. I'm kind of locked out of my house, so...
Caitlin: You know, I would love to help you out, but I'm in Virginia right now.
Jeremy: ...
Caitlin: Looking at houses.
Jeremy: Okay?

yeah, so that was fun times.

After we looked at a billion houses, we went to this restaraunt that served mostly fish and it was good. I don't remember the restaraunt's name. Something southern, I guess. I'll call it the Southern Fish Restaraunt.

But mostly I'm kicking myself for not transferring all my Ask A Ninja podcasts and Flogging Molly to my portable iPod before leaving, because my music on the Nano sucks. Ewww.

bye now. off to read White Stones for the millionth time. :)

Current Location: hotel room in Embassy Suites
Current Mood: tired
Current Music: spiderman theme song

for quite some time I figured now was as good as ever to catch up. Also because I have no one to talk to and nothing that I really want to do (although there are a few things that I HAVE to do, like doing my little paper summary of Oedipus) so I'll just write this.

I know where I'm going to college. I know where I'm going to grad school. I know what I'm going to do with the rest of my life. I know who I am going to portray myself as when I get to college, too. It's only sad because it means cutting all ties with who I was. My mother and I were walking around Muhlenberg for their 'Through The Red Doors' welcome day and we were behind this boy talking to his parents. He was wearing a corduroy jacket (which isn't really connected to anything else but my mom and I called him Corduroy Boy) and he was basically ragging on the college, the other people, his own parents, why he didn't want to be here, and that he wanted to go to the King of Prussia mall (this huge-tastic mall in PA) before he went home. It was seriously one of the most disgusting examples of self-centered teenagehood that I've seen in quite some time.

So my mother turns to me and says that she loves me and that she knows that when I go to college that she can't tell me what to do anymore, but that if she could make one rule for me it would be to stay away from people like that because they kill your soul.

And I just realized how true that is. I know people like that. I can be like that.

So, you know what? No more.

I am going to miss my house in Glen Rock and my friends there. I am going to miss late nights spent hanging out on the playground, lying down and looking at the stars while making dog noises to scare away trick-or-treaters (okay, so maybe that was just me and Krista), rambling on and on and having other people listen. I am going to miss the kind of acceptance that I had with them.

They know most of it, now, the Glen Rockers. It took me awhile to tell them, but they know. I like that I can talk about sex and drugs and hospitals and orgies and fun things with them. I can't talk about stuff like that at AHA - not with most of my friends. And I can only keep up the facade for so long - honestly, who am I supposed to tell this stuff to, my parents? No.

They serve needs, my groups of friends. The camp friends share my interests and they're entertaining - because you can find good people most anywhere. However, since I'm not tied to them geographically I don't stay with them for very long. My Glen Rock friends let me be who I am. I can trust them, because they won't hurt me and I know it. (I've thrown them for enough loops to know it..heh) Holy Angels has taught me how to make friends, true good friends that I'll remember forever, without leaving myself open to attack.

It's also made me quite a few enemies, but hell - I wouldn't have liked those people anyway. :)

I'm really sad though. College won't be like high school and I'll be homesick as hell - but for a place that doesn't exist anymore.

(Kind of a bad ending, I know, but I'm manic right now and Salty Dog is playing. You're lucky I paid attention this long.)

Current Location: computer desk
Current Mood: waiting for my milkshake
Current Music: salty dog/devil's dance floor(flogging molly)

I've written a drabble corresponding to Doctor Who, which is coincidentally the best show ever (on channel 48 tonight @ 9:00!!!!!)

Here we go:

"Yeah, I know what an allegory is," said Rose.

There once was a man who married goldfish.

He'd ended up with a couple of the creatures by chance, and found them useless, uninteresting. But on lonely days he watched them, swimming in the tiny tank they thought was the world. Slowly, his heart changed.

Perhaps the goldfish love him, what they know of him, his finger near the glass, cleaning the tank, sprinkling food. Perhaps they think him a fish, want from him what love fishes know.

In solemn and sacred vows beyond their understanding, he marries them, each one. They pass their brief lives with him, never knowing.

( like a transmission on an empty channel: all lines are closed. )

Tags: memeeeee
Current Location: In my room, at my computer.
Current Mood: creative
Current Music: unwritten(natasha bedingfield)