Tuesday, January 29, 2008

long days.

long days are funny.
and by that generalization, i mean i'm talking about today, which was, you guessed it, a long day. (YES! 4 commas in one terribly split up garbled "sentence").

long days. they are so long there's nothing else to make fun of so you resort to making phallic jokes playing off the word "long" (hint: i've had too much benny b today)
long days. they are so long that, and this is statistically supported, they have good moments and bad moments so you can't revel in glory or bitch about how your life sucks.
long days. they areb sol longu theyr blurblrurrurrtogbetluherbltobglebrulr.
long days. they are so long that anything you read is simultaneously profound and yawn-inducing.
long days. they are so long you get into a state of delirium and think it's perfectly okay and healthy to watch 3 episodes of ANTM instead of doing easy, mildly enjoyable homework (a rarity).
long days. they are so long you don't want them to end or you don't know how because you forgot.
long days. they are so long you miss your best friend and can't wait for her to visit but are sad that you have sooo much shit to do while she's here and won't see her until summer because she's going to be flouncing around in maple leaves covering her nudey bits on spring break while you are most likely going to be watching ANTM. still. and eating lots of ice cream. because that's what superpathetico people do. and you would know (you=me=bovez=second person=wtf).

long days are
but this one just officially ended. happy 12:01.

Friday, January 25, 2008

whoremonal overload/overwhelm

ok i'd like to start by saying... lylas bffaeaeaeaeeae omg ty 4 da the comments on my last post.
yikes... i'm just a rollercoaster. not of love, though.

i need to write about boys.
january of my senior year... i think everyone has S.A.D. and takes out their anxiety through carnal ways.
so tonight we all ended up at alia's: all the ecuadorians, zac, ben, charlie, david, graham, ev, sarah, emma, etc.
here's how the events unfolded:
-zac and ben showed but i was a bit shy. i played wii with them... but there wasn't much talking. ben disappeared soon thereafter but zac stayed till the end, chatting with char, alia, y david.
-emma and sarah confronted carlos for like 3 hours and ran away when i tried to see what was up... later tackling me to tell me that carlos is "fucking obsessed" (emma's words) with me and that zac reallyreally likes me. zac said he wants to go to winter formal with me and, in response to emma's "we'll doll her up," said "i'll take her just the way she is." i then proceeded to pseudo-ignore him until he left and i said bye and alia yelled at me because i didn't walk him to the door and ask him to winter formal. this is the first time we'd ever hung out in our lives!! ugh.
-jaime and carlos were yelling at each other in spanish for like 10 minutes and allegedly they were fighting over me.
-federico and i flirted it up... but i guess i'm just hallucinating because apparently he doesn't like any of us and has a girl at home (i saw a pic... she's SUPER gorgeous)
-david and graham harassed me to go make a move on zac... and when i got home i checked my email, david asked if i popped the question. conversation as follows:
caitlin- "no...
can i just say one thing:
tonight was the first time zac and i have ever hung out.

who are YOU asking, mr. accusypants!
wait it's sadie hawk. nvm."
david- "maybe you...?
but i didn't think you were going to ask him anyways
you and panchi would be cute"

4 guys. 1 night. 1 cup.
S.A.D. rears its ugly head.

one more thing to make this post as debbie downer as possible:
my 103-yr old great grandma is in hospice, something i'd never heard of. my mom told me they put her on a bunch of drugs and, even though she won't eat, they don't tube her. i was crying and yelling "they're letting her STARVE!? that's MURDER!"

see what i mean by rollercoaster.

can't wait till you get home.
just for the record, i'm not nearly as moody or cynical in person— to prove this i will reference (bitchily haha) the 4 guys thing. i'm happy most of the time. my life is exciting, and i've come a looong way socially. i don't feel like a loser and i am getting out there.
your visit will be fun, i promise.
by the way, the fantas have seen "y tú madre tambien"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i'll leave you with the image of semen staining the mountains (or murky chlorinated pool water, whichever)

Thursday, January 24, 2008


indie pretentious, usually closeted
does not go to bed and bitches (usually in head, sometimes on blog) incessantly every single morning after
hates boys that likes her in the most illogical of fashions
caught between the tension of opposites in nearly everything
book sltml (short and long term memory loss)
sucky conversator 99% of the time
needs to write in journal 86% more rather than b to unfortunate loved ones
zero experience in the ex-say category (but ellect-exsay at ig-pay atin-lay. charming. not.)
hates too much
terrible christian
inconsistent as her clothing style
bound to be a cat woman or regional manager of hardees in 20-30 years
worst dieter ever
down on self too much.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

wanta fanta?

(brace yourself, major ecuadorian blathering ahead)

"fantas" has caught on.
nice call, they were demanding to know what it means... they are so slow sometimes.

i think we talked about this pic: the booty hair cut pic?
one of the comments (it's federico's) means: "she is for US TWO," meaning carlos and him
i made carlos translate it for me with a lot of huffs, foot stomps and threats and he was obviously uncomfy, but once he told me that i like stomped out of the room saying "WHY WOULD HE SAY THAT, CARLOS? WHY???"
what i meant, of course, was: WTF (w=why) DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON YOUR SISTER, YOU SICK PERV.

ugh, i glower at him whenever i see him, which is a lot. we are room neighbors. frickin' a.

Monday, January 21, 2008

not a pretty sight.

last post i gave promise of a nicer saner post.
this is not that post.

this morning i woke up at 7 and was about to get into the shower when my mom intercepted and told me i couldn't take a shower (it'd been 2+ days since my last AND i was waking up from 5 hours of sleep). we agreed on 5 minutes of a shower, and halfway through it went scalding and then freezing.
that is such a peachy way to start my day.
in homeroom ben sat by me and we greeted each other but not much else.

i have senioritis so ridiculously bad. i will seriously light someone on fire if i don't get more than 7 hours of sleep tonight and my homework/college shit done.

i guess that's all i have to b about.
if i think of more, i'll let you know.

by the way, times i used the word "i" in this post: 12. "me/my": 5
caitlin hates talking about herself.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

friggidy freaking frick.

yet another weekend checked off the calendar of monotony. this one passed, as usual, with not so much as one easy classes' homework even attempted. and now it's sunday, supposedly the holy day. i'll have you know i was watching "obedece a la morsa", a satanic/cultish video that is like the weirdest thing ever. youtube it. it's not scary to watch (just veryvery creepy) but apparently has subliminal messages and makes you nauseous/not want to sleep for days. the only thing is that it's in spanish so idk if it works on me or not. billy's watched it 4+ times and walks around like the guy (yes, it's a guy) in it.

my dermatologist gave me a fright. i went in to get off my meds because i hate being medicated and i've been sucking it up and plastering on flesh-toned paint (makeup... sick) on the daily lately.
basically i got my blood taken, now being tested for ANA, which has something to do with IMMUNE DEFICIENCIES and lupus (!!!) so i'm just like WTF.
and it's all because of this butterfly-shaped redness on my face. which i'm pretty sure is rosacea. so now we're twins. but i have AIDS. again, wtfffffff (or in spanish, ¡qué chucha!)

on the ecuadorian front, i have this slight feeling that some of them are liking me more. it's weird but i hang out with all of them a lot and we all get along well. i don't know if you heard the results of who they had a crush on initially (after the first weekend we hung out with them).
here's how many boys had crushes on us: lisa: 5. and she didn't talk. alia: 2. and she basically yelled the entire night, which is her indoor voice. sarah: 1. caitlin: 0.

but anyway, this blog is uncomfortable for me to write because i feel oddly biznitchy right now and i think it's showing through to my writing. i've been so crabby lately due to random boys in my house talking until 1 am. keeping in mind, i like going to bed at 11 on weekends. it blowsssss.
so expect a slightly saner, nicer post soon.
and call me back!


Wednesday, January 16, 2008

situational writing: if i were... benny b's boo

omgggg isn't this layout, like, so totally the most perfect thing ever?
like, the name of my blog is "dots of thoughts", so when i saw this layout with tons of supercute lil' dots ALL over it, i was like "GAG ME WITH A SPOON IF THIS ISN'T THE CUTEST THING SINCE SLICED BREAD!"
i literally shrieked that aloud to my bite-sized chihuahua residing in my new gucci barbie pink bag.

benny b is like, the hottest boy ever.
we have the deepest convos too!
like yesterday, he was all telling me how pretty i was and how sexy i looked in my diesel jeans.
i was like "omg, you are too sweet. i'm so glad you think so! i live to be as sexy as i can for you"
it's almost like he doesn't even want to sleep with me the way he talks to me and looks at me.
but that doesn't mean we won't do it... he's like so cute and he thinks i'm sexy so obviously that's all i need to let him take a trip to netherlands. he like so totally really cares about me, i can tell. he even drives me around sometimes and makes zac sit in back so i can have shotty. so what if you can totally see up my midget-sized abercrombie skirt from the rearview mirror, ben doesn't even care if i'm pretty or not.
i just know we'll be together forever and ever. even if we're not exactly dating, we practically are. he just doesn't call me his gf cuz he's not allowed to date cuz his parents won't let him, not that i've met them.

omg, so, you will NOT believe what ali coyle said the other day.
she was all talking to tim sockrider about how she didn't hook up with tab berger but everyone knows she so totally did. i mean, brooke benjamin and i spent 2 mods today in the SS talking about it and anyway, i was there and saw them... i think. i was really wasted LOL!!!!!!!!!!!

anywho, i've gotta jet. ben is texting me with another of his hilarious boner jokes.
omg i <3 him sooooo much. i even sign all my texts "xoxox sexxxxy cait" it's so totally like our thing or something. kind of like soulja boy is our song. that song sooo speaks to me. he told me he'd even superman me after WF if i go with him! whatever that means... guess i'll find out lol.

'ello world

cb is back in the blogging world and better than ever.
kind of.

mucho peril on the boy front, but overall happier about myself, even though benny b is always there to remind me i will never be hoish, conformist, hot or cool enough to be his boo.

even though you, my darling annie, have already seen it, i would like to have it down anyway in the history books of my babyblog:

Ode to Babyboy Br*nig*n:
Where to begin on the topic of you, Ben?
Well, you sure as hell slaughtered what I had of Zen.
From your hot sculpted body right down to your face,
everything physical about you is ace.
But when I get down to the truth of "us,"
the possibility you'll ever love be makes me pout and fuss,
for along with those muscles, you hardened your heart,
and the lasting effects? Wow, where to start...
As you coerce and sweettalk girls into bed,
you miss out on the beauty (if any) of what's in their head.
It may seem awesome to "get" all those hoes now
But soon enough, when you're no longer hot, KA-POW!
You'll be left with a cheating wife or an empty bachelor's pad
and all that you'll have is distant memories of the girls you "had."
Now as I'm somewhat feminist, I can't fathom why I don't hate you,
your morals are nil and all words you sexually misconstrue.
The fact that you haven't died from an STD yet is absurd,
but my bitchery shall end as I only have one last parting word:
To your "lady friends," it's not your soul that he misses
for he has NO idea that "women are more than multiple orifices"!

i had to gently decline neal gebhard today... woo that was emotionally draining. especially to see him in front of me writhing and admitting to having a "little thing" for me. ouch.
luckily, i told him "don't have a crush on me. i suck"
which couldn't be farther from the truth (figuratively, not literally on the sucking tyvm*)

who needs school work when love lives are so challenging and exhausting on their own?

that heartbreaking b, cait mehrie

*thankyouverymuch, if you didn't already figure it out.