Ahhhhh....home...my lost blog was supposed to be longer but it got a little delayed BECAUSE I thought I had some time when I started it BUT THEN some things happened and....yea, usual story, usual excuses.

I think it was dinner...or work...but who cares?

On being home.... it's weird. I spent some time with old friends the other day and I'm totally out of touch with them. Not that they were mean or the things that they talked about I didn't care about...it was that I lived in a completely different world and neither of us knew one another anymore.

It's my fault really. I hardly ever talk to anyone UNLESS they live within a five mile radius of me because I'm so busy that I just don't have the time. If you run into me and are able to talk to me for about an hour or so...consider yourself lucky. A lot of people don't get that. (not that I'm saying I'm a fantastic person to talk to either....consider yourself REALLY lucky if you are able to have an un-awkward conversation with me...I tend to be up in the clouds most of the time, living in my own mind and thinking about a billion different little things)

Needless to say, I felt bad. I was surrounded by a couple of REALLY good friends that I found I hadn't talked to in months. I hadn't shared my life stories with them and they really didn't understand where I was coming from. Hehehehe...that also just sounds like my weird self but whatever. I decided that my new years resolution is to keep in better contact with the people that I love. I WILL MAKE CHANGES!!! I don't want to depend on others to contact me...I will thus contact them. (people are now shaking in their boots...oh, great, caitlin's going to start paying attention to people again...greeeeeeaaat.)

On a more cheery note...It's almost Christmas and my foster kitten is enjoying himself. He's hiding under the tree and making my other dog, Buddy, extremely jealous. While Buddy is trying to snuggle into my lap, Elliot jumps up and snuggles closer. Buddy is highly displeased.

Oh well.

Ahhh...being home for the holidays!

Isn't he adorable??? Elliot is my new foster kitty...which means he's simply hanging out around my house until the holidays are over...then he has to go back to the shelter. BUT for now he's just hanging out...helping wrap presents, stealing my glasses, and making Buddy jealous by stealing all of my attention. Really, though...isn't he adorable?

I KNOW I KNOW!!! But I've been really busy. Perhaps I'll find some time to write in the next few days...finals finals finals....

PS...I love twilight!!!

Ahhhh...home sweet home!

I love being home. I mean, I love being at school and being independent and such...but there's something about coming home and seeing your family that's pretty amazing. Perhaps it's the fact that my doggies are here...or maybe it's because I have my own room....of course, it could be as simple as the fact that I have a dishwasher and don't have to handwash every single knife, fork, and spoon! Yea, that could definitely be it as well.

My doggies were so happy to see me. Buddy did a little dance and Molly tried to lick my face clean. They hung by my side for awhile last night. My mom said that Buddy has been sleeping on my bed because he misses me...however, by the look thatI saw in his face last night, I'm pretty sure we might be misinterpreting the whole thing. I think he was thinking..."Gosh darnit, that lovely bed that I've had all to myself is now going to be crowded for awhile."

Poor Buddy. But he should remember that sharing is caring!

The weather here is fairly interesting. It's not too cold but it has a fall ring to it. I love being able to see the seasons. I can see the seasons in Belmont too, but in Modesto, my mom makes it fall through two different comments:

"I'm going to make pumpkin muffins tonight!"

~and~

"Let's go boot shopping!"

Ahhh, yes, the sounds of fall.

HELLO! I'm back!!!

I KNOW I KNOW...I haven't written in a while but I am pretty freakin' busy with work and my internship and classes and the show... but whatever... it's now all over and I can be more frequent now... and more trustworthy with writing...

I realized today that I've always kept a diary of some sort but with all the drama that has been occurring within my life, I haven't been keeping up with it in the past for months. For example, until today my last journal entry was August 31... that's a pretty long time for me! I usually am much better than that at writing and keeping things current... I'm obsessive compulsive! I like to keep things neat and tidy and in order...

which is why having room mates drives me bonkers... I feel like I'm constantly cleaning which isn't always bad because I like to clean and do dishes...but not ALL the time... I love my girlies and I know that they don't mean to but... living with other people... lessons, lessons, lessons...

I wish I was procrastinating right now... but I'm not... I've actually got plently of time and instead I'm clockwatching... waiting for myself to get tired... this is strange, having time to do my homework... it's not normal... I actually wish I could work ahead but my teachers would think I was insane...

I don't know, but my classes just seem too easy for me... I'm not trying to sound full of myself or anything but, I don't know, except for a theatre history class, nothing is really challenging me... or maybe I'm just ready to get out into the real world and start a life... I don't know why I would be wanting to enter the real world... it's a rather scary place and I still have no idea what I'm going to do... probably something with public relations or something...

I don't know...grrrrr.... well, want to see something amusing?

Look! It's what they call a redneck fire alarm!!

Something Silly I Found

I'll tell you your fortune...meow!

What I've Been Doing...

Is the purple panther cutting up carrots.

That's how I remember things...taking the first letters of each word in a list and making a weird sentence...what is that called? It's called something, but my friend and I used to do it all the time in high school, especially for tests and things...unfortunately, this might have to be for life because...well, because I'm in colllege and that has something to do with my life, right? haha, I hope so.

WHEW! I've been sooooo busy lately that it's not even remotely funny. Between class, rehearsals, and my internship in the city, I'm not quite sure where I belong anymore. I'm not even sure what I enjoy anymore. Do I enjoy my rehearsals? Do I enjoy my internship? Should I enjoy them or just consider them another form of work? Am I looking waaaayyyy too much into this? Indeed, I am.

Rehearsals are fun though...it's hard work, no doubt about it, but I'm enjoying them quite a bit. It makes me feel all artistic...ooooooooo....aaaahhhhh...I don't know. I'm being ridiculous :) BUT in all honesty it's pretty exciting to be a part of another show. I don't think I could ever really get tired of rehearsals BECAUSE I enjoy it so much. Am I repeating myself? I think I am.

It makes me feel professional. I guess that's what I'm trying to say... it makes me feel like I'm actually working instead of just attending classes. It's a lot like my internship. I feel like I'm really making a difference with something instead of just taking a class, doing an assignment, and getting a grade. I'm making an impact on the world around me!!!

Well, whatever. Seriously, though, being a can-can girl is quite a delight.

Sad world turn happy!

I'm sorrounded by sad people and it's depressing me...grrr...especially because I'm not a sad person. I'm actually relatively happy, which is pretty abnormal BUT it's working for me at the moment. I have honey crisp apples and burnt popcorn (my favorites!) and I'm enjoying my Thursday evening, knowing full well that somewhere on campus there is a party going on that I could crash but there are two perfectly good reasons why I don't want to do that:

1.) There's a person there that I'm NOT supposed to party with...a.k.a. the boy

2.) I've got homework

So....I'll stay here and party tomorrow night. But back to my original subject: I'm surrounded by sad people. My room mates are sad and there's really nothing I can do about it. I have empathy, that's true, but I'm trying not to let it ruin my somewhat happy feelings. Instead of being cynical I'm just being sarcastic. Yay! A step! BUT it's killing me having the sadness of others.

That's why I'm going home this weekend.

I'm not necessarily one to go home all the time. For some reason, I just don't. I get busy or there's something going on that I would rather do. Like this weekend, if I didn't need to go home I would probably love to go to Love Fest in San Francisco. Or even audition for my school's Christmas Carol show...but I have to go home. I miss my doggies and my bed and...okay, a little bit of my parents. It will be nice to talk to them again. Isn't it funny how our definition of home changes but that our first home, where our parents live, is always the ultimate of home? Even if we really didn't grow up there? I mean, it's just funny because I will tell my friends that "Oh, yeah, I'm going to stay home tonight" and mean my apartment. But when I say "I'm going home this weekend" it's a completely different KIND of home. Like...it's home. I don't even know what I'm going to do there....I hardly will be there the entire weekend...just Saturday night. BUT it should be good.

Is this not the funniest freakin' picture that anyone has every seen of the president? Okay, I take that back...there are probably a LOT more pictures out there that are funnier. But seriously, though, isn't it a crack up?

THUS, everyone now knows my political background.

Now for something completely different.

Want to know a sign of when things are bad? You can tell when things are bad when you actually find yourself with a horrendous pimple that you have nicknamed. I know, it's disgusting and guess what? I don't really care. All I really know is that Mount Vesuvius is started to get on my nerves. He hurts!! And yes, he has a gender! He's a bastard. I hate him. And he's right on the middle of my forehead, pounding with pain and mocking me with his redness and inability to pop. Punk.

I know, that's gross, but get real. EVERYONE has a bad pimple every now and then...and if you don't, and say you have the cleanest face in the world, please stop reading this and step away from the computer.

Mount Vesuvius and I are now going to go back to our homework.

A Beginning

Sooo...I was bored one day and my friend Haley (whose blog I have yet to attach to my own but will do eventually) told me about creating my own blog. Of course, I thought, what a great idea that would be! ...I've also decided that such a thing would keep me busy all the time. Truth is, I love to write... Am I good at it? Who knows... but that doesn't matter at the moment... what matters is being able to keep this thing updated. THAT'S what matters.

So...why the title... it sounds weird, huh? Happiness is a Mango and a Puppy. The truth is, though, I read something similar to it a long time ago...perhaps in seventh grade? Eighth? Perhaps you may even remember the novel... "The Witch of Blackbird Pond"... the idea in that book is that happiness was blueberry cake and a kitten. I agree with that but I have to apply it to my world. I love mangoes and the happiest thing to me is hanging out with my dogs, Buddy and Molly. Not that I don't love kittens too... Buddy and Molly, though, make me the happiest.

So.... the two things that make me the happiest person in the world.

I hope to keep this thing going...if not every day, then every other day... just to make my fellow friends happy people!!

hehehe...enjoy!