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Name: Caitlin Country: United States State: Virginia Metro: Fairfax County Gender: Female
Interests: Poptarts. Internet. Video games. Music. Friends. Hagaren. PoT. Xanga. Homosexuals. Mozzerella Sticks. Pentagons. Bisquick. Cfebetty. Being a wazian. Rainbows. Pervy jokes. Being an incredibly bad ninja. Eating crystallized windex. Your mom. <3333333 Expertise: 1. Doing the Octopus dance.
2. Falling down.
3. Causing explosions.
4. Birthing inanimate objects, such as plastic palm trees.
5. Spazzing out.
6. Being violent.
7. Video games. (?)
8. Making people feel uncomfortable with bluntness or perviness.
Message: message meEmail: email me AIM: gigglegirl101026
Member Since:
10/21/2003
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| I'll do anything as long as it's not my history packet. :] Like update my Xanga. Blaaaaaah. Next year is going to suck hardxcore. This year sucked hardxcore. I had to MAKE my year fun - squeeze every last ounce of entertainment out of hell. If I seemed really easily amused this year, that's just my way of keeping myself from breaking down. On the bright side, I perfect'd my Geometry SOL. Everyone in my (mostly sophmore) class was like :O! Which is odd, since I hate math. Likealot. D: One thing I can't wait for: marching band. I know, you're all "Caitlin! You dorkwad, you love band too much! x]" but it's just... like... seeing all my friends 7 hours a day. In the blazing sun, yes, but regardless. I want to work my ass off on a new show; I DON'T want to be doing schoolwork. 
I need someone to bang me. HARD. :P | | |
| | Currently Listening Keep It Real ONE OK ROCK - Keep It Real (boy, am I suprised that they actually have this on here.. considering it's pretty indie...) see related |
Huh, Xanga. I don't really understand the appeal in you anymore, considering no one reads it. Ever. All the cool kids migrated to Facebook/LJ/Myspace, myself included. Not that I'm a cool kid, but ch'know. I'm really worried about a friend of mine; she's kind of on the pathway to self-destruction. I wanna yell at her, but I think that'd make matters worse. I... don't knnow what to do. I hate when this sort of shit goes down. School can kiss my ass. I'm so apathetic about my grades nowadays, which is TOTALLY not the right mindset if I wanna get into UVa. My parents are eternally mad at me about said apathy. I need to find a social life. I have a mini bitch-rant about VTech.. But, you'd think I'd just be bitching about how much of a tragedy it is, blah blah blah. But I'm not. Copy&pasted from another blog of mine: "My mini-little bitch rant. Most - yes, like 80% - of my 3,000+ people school was effectively mobilized. Everyone wore marroon and orange, and we had a great big ol' memorial service. Why? Over the death of 32 individuals. Yes, only 32. Now, let's think about this - how many American soldiers have died in Iraq? Some number in the thousands - perhaps 3,000+. So, essentially, enough people to fill our school have been killed in Iraq over the past 4 years. Do THEY get a great big ol' memorial service? No. Do the huge genocides happening in other parts of the world get a great big ol' memorial service? No. I suppose it's because we live in VA - and a great number of kids from our area end up at VTech. In fact, two or three of the victims, AND the killer, went graduated from a high school very close to here. But, you know... My earlier point still stands that, while this is an extremely sad event, it seems almost like the media has blown this incident up, while downsized other incidents with higher death tolls. :/ And to me, that just doesn't seem right." Yes, I realize that soldiers going into Iraq are aware that there is a chance that they won't come back, but that's just talking about just the American soldiers. What about the hundreds of innocent pedestrians in Iraq that die in the tens of bombings that happen a week? Yes, I realize that school, a university, is supposed to be a safe haven of learning and education. However, just because it hit close to home doesn't mean that mourning 32 victims should eclipse the millions dying out there of other varieties of massacre. And there's my two cents on the matter. I acknowledge that it's a tragedy, but I also acknowledge that this is a good reason to tighten up gun control. The gunman was able to buy two guns in two months because of VA's lax gun control laws. Does that seems right to you? Edit: Today, two years ago, I was asked out by my first and last boyfriend. Boys don't like me. :P Nostalgic sort-of day, eh? | | |
| Wow, Xanga. I forgot how bright you were. Well, life has been chillin', more or less. Wednesday was no work because of snow day, thursday was no work because of the elective fair the next day, and Friday was obviously no work because of the elective fair + it being weekend. Yup. In other words, the distance formula can go hang itself, my mom pisses me off, and I need to get a life. | | |
| Because it had to be done: I hate school. ... yeah, that's about it. Marching band is hell, classes are getting increasingly harder, I fail at life, the usual. Today we had a pep rally. I HAVE NO SPIRIT, I'VE BEEN AT THE SCHOOL FOR THREE DAYS. GEEZ. I miss my daddy and my husband and my child. D: ... damn Fairfax. | | |
| afsjhakghskjfgksdhgjshdgjsdgasjfasjf. Good-bye, summer. I'll miss you and the hours of great fun I spent lounging around the house doing absolutely nothing. Eeeep... I'm scared. I really am. I don't really know a whole lot of people in my classes, since I've kind of been out-of-contact with a lot of people... I guess I'll see tommorrow... TOMMORROW ASKGJSFKHJDFKHJDKFHAKSEHDHGSUWRAJWRR. Summer passed so quickly, it sucks. Now I have to go to some school that I don't even really like, with a lot of my friends gone to various other schools, and pretend that I'm cool. Even though I don't like the school, I do like the marching band. It's fun... dorky and exhausting, but fun. And, even though summer was so short, it was fun, too. I went to New Jersey (g-mama), Pennsylvania (just south of g-mama) North Carolina (beach), Baltimore (ehehe.), Kings Dominion (whee), Six Flags (wheee), and a bunch of other places I forgot. Lots of parties, lots of "hey, let's go to the mall!" and other random stuff. I bought new clothes (hee, school shopping~) and I don't know, I guess I've changed. Pehhh. I'm not afraid to go into Hollister anymore (although the chances of me actually BUYING something aren't very good, freakin' EXPENSIVE...) ... Right. I'm rambling like an old lady. :D For some of you: see you tommorrow. For the rest of you: D: I wish I was seeing you tommorrow. | | |
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