today i feel good. great even. maybe it's this california weather but i just feel like the possibilities are endless. plus i ran up and down a huge hill with my cousin for the last 2 hours. sort of puts shit in perspective. woooo.

also i got checked out by this chick when i was walking down the street. woot. i look gaaay.

also it's beth's birthday. happy birthday beth.

also i'm having italian for dinner. yess.

my life is a joke. one big fat joke.

i got a haircut... it looks like this...



even my haircut is kind of a joke. i mean i like it. but it's funny.

i need to go back to school where i can do something other than drink beer, smoke cigarettes and sit in my backyard. not that i won't partake in similar activities at school but at least when i'm there it will be interspersed with moments of productivity... hopefully.

i miss hanging out with annicka and kelsey. they're great. someday i want twin daughters and i want them to grow up to be annicka and kelsey just so i can claim responsibility for raising such cool people.

kate is supposed to be in dallas tomorrow. im in san diego. i think my parents thought that being here would make me feel less like dookie. but i still feel like dookie. this summer has been totally NUTS.

sorry this entry is sad verging on pathetic but you see... right now, i'm enjoying feeling sad and verging on pathetic. it suits me for the moment.

now im going to try and figure out how to fix my hair in a manner that still looks okay but isnt sticking up all over the place. or maybe i'll just stick it up all over the place bc i like it that way. wish me luck.

i'm feeling pretty bummy. i need a goal, an activity, something to accomplish or at least worthwhile errands to run. someone to cuddle with would be pretty okay too. maybe beth will cuddle this weekend when im in california.

i found this way overpriced "vintage" store in deep ellum. it's basically a thrift shop that's organized really well so they sell their shit for way more money than say, goodwill. but listen, i got 2 great shirts (including this mtv shirt that the sale woman told me was an "original" -- which is sweet i suppose) and the cashier had these great dreads. then we went and blew 4 bucks in a quarter pushing machine at a head shop two stores down.

also i got a haircut. it's short and really blond. tomorrow im gettting "low lights" - whatever that means. apparently it will be less glow in the dark which will be ideal. anyway, its pretty okay. mostly i like that i can put my head under the sink and then like rub some gel in my hair and go. genius. everyone should have short hair.

apparently i like doing countdowns.... 27 days until i move back into plantz.

carrie and stess left today and annicka and kelsey went home for the afternoon. what a weekend. my stomach is in a big knot. some facebook pages should be avoided and ocean's 11 should be watched as much as possible. thats all i know for sure.

my sister has 6 friends over for a sleepover. they're screaming and playing mario kart.

only bach will soothe me now. bach or a nap.

An Ode to Holden Beach

It’s the salt of the earth, it’s grassroots, it’s tacky, it’s playful and it totally fits the personality of our family. not that we're salt of the earth, grassroots or tacky necessarily but we definitely love living among it for 3 months out of the year.

Our house is the butt of many jokes amongst my siblings and i - Lots of people visit us and give us ‘thank you’ gifts in the form of tacky beach décor and rather than insult anyone we just put shit everywhere. It’s overwhelmingly decorated yet homey in a way that only our family can truly appreciate. Just this very afternoon the decade-old box spring mattress on my bed burst open and rather than replacing it my father just duct taped it back together in order to get back to the beach in a timelier manner. It’s perfect. I love everything about it.

The hilarity of our perfect beach house doesn’t even begin to compare to the hilarity of the surrounding town. Landmarks include; The Beach Mart, where we buy fake plastic dog crap every year, and which boasts a sign that reads “We speak ENGLISH and sell AMERICAN products”… the Seafood Barn, where my whole family ate only once in 1991 and subsequently became violently ill from undercooked chicken… the waterslides, which consist of 4 slides that provide rides of maybe 30 seconds each for an entrance fee of 20 bucks… innumerable, cheesy, privately owned souvenir shops where one can buy lovely gifts such as a ceramic rooster covered in sea shells…the Seafood Peddler which has a great white shark bursting out the front of the restaurant and is the site of many overpriced hotcake breakfasts with my grandfather… and of course the despised WINGS beach store. WINGS is a chain from Myrtle Beach that sells shit for cheap prices. I think it’s sweet bc they have hermit crabs and little plastic cages you can purchase and take home - the souvenir that keeps on giving. However, they sell shoddy t-shirts. Yesterday my mom got in fight with the manager (who is of middle eastern descent and who I’m thinking the Beach Mart’s sign, mentioned above, might be directed at) bc she bought a shirt there last week, washed it once, and the iron on peeled off. The argument ended in her asking if he wanted her business to which he replied “not really” and her walking out of the store yelling at incoming customers not to shop at Wings. It was slightly embarrassing but funny to see my mom looking so ‘middle America’, parading out of Wings in her tacky beach cover-up and $1.00 Target flip-flops while shouting "DONT SHOP HERE! THEY SELL BAD TSHIRTS" at incoming, and very bewildered, customers.
And now a photo montage. Please enjoy.
This is our beach house. It's brown with a blue roof. My parents own the lots on either side of the house. My mom claims; 3 lots, 3 kids. I think its more because they hate when people intrude on our beach space and don't want anyone to be anywhere near them when they're here.






sometimes we have intruders... like in this picture. they walk along the beach and think our 3-lot-wide area of beachfront looks nice and homey. then, rather than kindly sharing our more than ample space, we usually act like assholes and park ourselves unnecessarily close to them. this happens about 8-10 times per year. this is my mom, sister and grandmother (R to L) and the intruders behind them.






this is the deck. where i spend about 35% of my time. usually in the yellow rocking chair.











this is my bed. it has been duct taped together.












this is my favorite kite. i do a lot of kite flying bc beaches are good for it and bc it almost counts as physical activity.

i've done nothing today. therefore, this entry doesnt have a title.

tonight i sat on the porch with my grandparents and helped my grandfather program numbers into his new motorola razr cell phone while my grandmother read some leftist magazine and announced, to me, her belief that carl rove is on, and i quote, "peyote".

in other news, i got out of bed before 2pm today. so, that was a real victory. i think my brain is beginning to atrophy. but im not sure i'm concerned.

also, mcdonalds has just unveiled their new menu item the "snack wrap". it looks EXACTLY like a chicken tender wrap from le grill. what if monica is selling grill recipes to corporate chains for profit?

last night i found pictures of kate, felt bad about myself, sat in a rocking chair on my porch watching the ocean and then slept in a hammock under my house. it was choice. the beach at night is mesmerizing and very good for extended periods of thought. and, although i had hammock-rope lines on my face until 2pm, i feel quite rejuvinated.

wikipedia solves all problems

call me uncivilized but i think all sizes should be in 0-14. how am i supposed to internet shop when your sizes are in the 20's and 30's.... urban outfitters. i realize this is some european, high fashion way of sizing things but listen, i dont want to deal with it. also, i've recently been pondering buying some mens jeans and run into an identical problem in that sitauation as well. why would men's and women's clothing be sized differently? i think that's ludacris, not to mention discriminatory toward women who want to buy mens clothing or vise versa.

as for the sizing i'll just wikipedia it and figure out some converstion rates. and then i'll do random article search for a few minutes. who knows what i could learn.

guess my body's too bootylicious for ya, babe







enough said

WELCOME To Caitlin's Heart. Dont worry about wiping your muddy feet fucking anywhere and everywhere.

i refuse to sit around listening to cliched ani difranco songs with my head in my hands. but is it okay if i think about the lyrics a little bit?

oh and the test results came back... turns out, i'm a doormat.

david becker come back to me

just saw a commercial for shark week that had the 4th movement of the dvorak new world symphony playing in the background. genius.

the youth of this nation has, collectively, lost its goddamn mind

the "largest facebook group ever" is obscene. it has something like 654,000+ members. on the message board there is an ongoing discussion titled, "how bout them gays". 4539 posts have been made by 152 people. other absurd topics include; "Girl dies in overheated car", "who's better hillary duff or BSB?" and "Plastic Surgery: Yay or nay?" i have no words. is this a joke? if i were mark zuckerberg i would close them down... just because i could. to Peter Johnson, the creator of this ingenious group, i hope you're proud of yourself. you've reached the summit of the mountain of extraordinary douchebags.