Shminky Pinky Bang Bang.

Hey guys, I posted on Tuesday on BEDFAY. Read if you want.

Also, in 2010 I want to take up a non-internet-related hobby, so maybe you guys could suggest something? I was contemplating joining my mate's dance and drama but I'm not sure. Suggestions and opinions?

I'll be back again this weekend probably. I broke up for Christmas today, so you lot have me for a while.

DFTBA.

-Caitlin

P.S. Georgia made me vlog. Check out the youtubesssssssssss.

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THEY'RE SINGING QUEEN BEHIND ME. HELP ME.

A Lickle* Notice.

Short blog just to say that I'm going to be messing around with this blog for the next few days, just trying out some new layouts and stuff, so if you click on it and it looks completely psychotic (because blogs can be psychotic), just ignore it.

Also, I have a formspring now, so if you would like to ask me questions, click here.

-Caitlin

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*lickle means 'little', by the way, to any of you cool cats that didn't have a childhood.

Helping Hands.

Every morning when I'm going to school, Radio City is on. Usually, I have my iPod on, so I don't listen to it, but I forgot to charge my iPod last night, so I went to school without it. I do quite like listening to Rossy in the mornings, I just prefer to listen to my iPod so I don't have to bother with people on the bus first thing in the morning.

Today, Rossy read a letter or an email somebody sent him. I missed the very beginning, but I caught the rest of it, so it made perfect sense. It was about two boys the writer knows, and it said that when the younger boy was eleven and the older boy was fourteen, their dad walked out on them and their mother because he couldn't put up with something or other anymore. The mother was ill, and tried her best to look after her sons, but her health was deteriorating, and it was more the boys looking after her.

September of this year, their mother passed away. The younger boy is now 16 and the older boy 18 (I'm assuming almost 19), and so the older boy is the legal guardian of the younger boy. They don't want to be separated because they're all they have left in the world. They live in a house with no alarm system, hardly any furniture, only one bed, lots of rooms without doors...etc. This Christmas will mean the boys are alone in their house, and will probably not be a good day. They don't have much money and are just managing to get by.

The writer said that she wasn't asking for money or gifts, but she wanted advice. The response was amazing. People were texting and emailing in with advice, furniture shops were offering to give the boys furniture, one woman said she had a spare bed they could have, lots of people said they had spare doors they would be willing to fit for them, a man who works for an alarm company offered to set them up, people from one of the markets in town offered to give them fruit and veg and I think a turkey too, a hotel offered to pick them up, give them Christmas dinner and take them home, one woman said if Rossy would pass along her number she would be willing to go round and clean the house...people offered to do so much for these two boys they'd never met.

I must admit, I have not nearly gone into as much detail as the letter did. It was heart-breaking. I didn't realise until one person said, "It's what we do in Liverpool...we all look after each other," that this might not be the case in some cities. I grew up in a place where by no means was everybody friendly and nice to each other, but where the majority of people are willing to step up and help you at a moments notice. I don't know what happens in other countries; if these boys lived in say...New York, would they get the same response? I don't know how close-knit other communities are, and I didn't realise until today that they probably aren't as close as Liverpool and the rest of the North West.

I like living here. We get a lot of bad press, people think we're all thieves and are untrustworthy, and it's annoying, because I doubt half of the people who say those things have ever met a person from Liverpool. I'm thankful that I live here and got to grow up being taught that if a person is in need, you help them whether you like them or not.

There isn't really a point to this blog, but it's something I wanted to say. When I heard the story this morning, I knew I wanted to blog about it. I wanted to put it somewhere where anybody in the world can see it and think, "it's a nicer place than I thought." I want people to know that you can come from all of your big cities; London, Paris, New York, wherever, and I doubt you'll find a community like ours.

-Caitlin

EMERGENCY BLOG; SCORPION SANDWICH.

Some of you may know that every week day at 5 o'clock, I watch Paul O'Grady (which I'm very sad to say is wrapping up it's last series! also, RIP Buster Elvis Savage).

There's always weird people showing off their weird talents, isn't there? You may remember one episode during this series where a man put a live scorpion in his mouth (and then his hat thing hit him in the face and angered the scorpion). I LIKED this, and it stuck in my mind (as well as the man who put four ping pong balls in his mouth and did tricks with them).

Last night, Maureen Johnson tweeted;
"You should never eat a ______________". Thinking about the Scorpion Man, I @replied Maureen, saying, "scorpion sandwich". There was no way on earth I could have predicted the outcome of my little tweet!

Maureen LIKED it. She started a band and named it "Scorpion Sandwich".
There is a FACEBOOK PAGE for Scorpion Sandwich.
There is a YOUTUBE CHANNEL for Scorpion Sandwich.
There is a TWITTER for Scorpion Sandwich.

Needless to say, I am pathetically giddy and the cup of tea I am drinking is probably not helping to calm me down.

Sundays are usually my least favourite days of the week, because they're so horribly boring, but waking up to find this has made this one of my most FAVOURITE DAYS EVER.

-Caitlin

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7, 144 and Johnny Vegas is hosting Paul O'Grady!

I love Johnny Vegas!

Hello!
I know I said I wouldn't blog, but I'm procrastinating writing the next 2858 words feeling up to it.

I want to introduce you guys to Clementine, the main character of my novel. Say hello to the people, Clementine. Hello to the people.

Clementine is a werewolf. Clementine is taking over my brain. I was born here, it's rightfully mine.

I wasn't really too fixed and happy about the planned ending of my novel, but I was just talking to my friend Rachel, and she asked me what the best friend's name was. I told her I didn't know, and then, so I had an excuse to procrastinate I decided to find a name for her. I know I definitely wanted her name to begin with an 'R', for Rachel, because Phoebe and Kate are already in there, so I went to this lovely website and started searching, knowing I'd know that that was her name when I saw it.

I finally settled upon Randi, because it means shield-wolf, which will have greater significance in the rest of the series (I'm not even half way through this novel and I'm already set on writing a series?!). I'm a lot happier with the ending now, because it seems to have a point. I suppose it always had a point, it just needed a finer detail to explain the point to me. Anyway, I think I might actually be able to write the next 2858 words I need for today (darn catch-up!).

I'll try to post again as soon as possible!

I'll leave you with a joke;
The fella from the Hokey Cokey died yesterday. They couldn't get him into the coffin, because he put his left leg in, his left leg out...!

-Caitlin

Please Don't Throw Rotten Fruit At Me!

Urgh, super sorry for the fact that this blog hasn't been updated in ages! I've had other stuff going on, and I didn't really have time, and when I did have time, I had nothing to talk about. And there's also a huge possibility that you won't hear from me on here for the whole of November.

From that last sentence, I think it's pretty obvious that I'm taking part in NaNoWriMo this year, along with the BEDFAY girls. It's not the fact that to keep on track I'll have to write roughly 1667 words a day that means I'll be missing, it'll be the fact that if I have a rush of inspiration, I won't stop writing until I'm drained of every noun, verb and adjective that I currently hold, and if I don't have inspiration, I'll freak out about not making it to 50,000 words by November 30th. I like my story idea, but I don't love it. I guess I'll just write and see where I end up.

Jeesh, I feel like I have to make the lack of posts up to you guys with this really amazing post, and since I just blogged on BEDFAY yesterday, I have nothing to say. I don't even have anything to say about today because I didn't do anything today.

I did read the first three books in the House of Night series though. I started a couple of nights ago, and finished the third one this morning. Y'see, at the end of school last year, my school gave me a £10 gift voucher (and I seriously think it was just for being awesome. They gave out £5 vouchers to a few kids in each class, and £10 vouchers to the two bestest kids!). Due to my lack of money, I decided to use the aforementioned voucher to buy 13 Little Blue Envelopes by Maureen Johnson. Thing was, 13LBE only cost something like £5. My dad told me that, since I wouldn't be getting any money back from the voucher, I might as well buy another book (did I already tell you lot this story? Oh, well, you're reading it again). My mother picked up a book, read the blurb, said it sounded like something my sister would buy, and since I only went to buy 13LBE, I was like, "Sure, okay, let's go pay". I'm often like that when I pick out a book because then I read it in the car (or in McDonalds as I did when I bought Noughts and Crosses by Malorie Blackman the other week). My dad then pointed out that the books where Buy One Get One Free, so my mum picked up the next one (which luckily turned out to be the one that followed the one she'd just given me), and we hurried down the shop to pay for them. I wasn't really too interested in the other books, but I'm always happy to get a book.

Anyway, I get home and when I finish 13LBE, I pick up the next book. Sadly, it was the fourth book in the series, and although, like most books in series do, it recaps the other books at the beginning, I wasn't comfortable reading it smack bang in the middle. I decided that I'd buy the first three another time. I was actually going to buy them when I bought Noughts and Crosses, but I didn't real feel like it (I was drawn to N&C). So, in chemistry, my friend Julia and I were discussing books. I love talking to Julia, because she's a fellow reader, and we have a lot in common with books. She mentioned that she'd read the first three books in a series, and somebody said they were going to lend her the last two but they never did. I figured I'd give these books a look at, so I asked her what the series was. "House of Night," she said. I squealed and half-shouted, "I HAVE THE LAST TWO BOOKS BUT NOT THE FIRST THREE!". After some laughing and talking, we agreed that we'd swap; she'd lend me the first three, and I'd lend her the last two, and so we did.

I decided to finish the N&C series before I read them, so they were sitting on my bedside table for a few days. When I picked up the first one, Marked, the other night, I didn't think I'd like it. It sounded kind of cheesy, but I'm not one to judge a book by it's cover, so I read it. I ended up getting really into it, and the only time I put it down was when I went to bed (and that was after reading at least seven chapters whilst lying in bed, giving me a nasty case of pins and needles). I finished it the next day, and literally immediately picked up Betrayed. I didn't put that down unless I was eating or drinking, and read that in bed too (I'm getting pretty good at ignoring pins and needles, in case you're wondering!). As you might have guessed, when I'd finished that, it was instantly swapped for Chosen. Now, I finished Chosen this morning, and here's where the problem came about. I definitely do not want to start another series (I like to read a series in one go, because then my mind isn't tainted with other books blending in with what I've read, and everything is still fresh in my mind). I kind of walked about the house aimlessly, unsure of what to do next. I'm not going to rush Julia if she hasn't read them yet, because she read the series first and she deserves to enjoy them! But I'm at a loss of what to do.

It's not a series I'd recommend to everybody. It's modern, but it's different. It's about vampyres (and yes, it's supposed to be spelled with a 'y'), but they're not typical vampires. No way are they like Twilight vampires (thank goodness! Er, no offense, Twilight fans), but they're not exactly Joss Whedon either. Actually, some of them are Joss Whedon, but they're different. We first meet this kind in book one, but we don't know that. We meet them again in book two, and this time, they're what the main story is about, but it's in the third book that we figure out they're completely stereotypical vampires; can't come in unless they're invited, burst into flames in sunlight, no soul, etc., etc.

I think it's worth giving the series a try, but I wouldn't say buy all of the books at once, because it seems like a kind of 50/50 book. Buy the first one, and if you like it, get the second one. If you don't, at least you tried it!

Huh, this turned out to be an alright blog, dontcha think? I do, but I suppose I'm biased.

I heart you all<3

-Caitlin

This Blog Contains Words.

Here is the story I mentioned in my last post. I finally redrafted and posted the third chapter, and the fourth should be up pretty soon.

Something I just noticed;
-watering cans look suspiciously like birds out of the corner of your eye in the dark.


Urgh, I keep thinking it's Friday today and looking forward to having no school tomorrow, and then I remember that it's not Friday today, and I do have school tomorrow. This makes me sad.

I had a nice little argument with my friend after physics today. Sir showed us a video about travelling at the speed of light, it was a little story thing about a boy on his motor cycle, and it was explaining about tunnel vision and how time passes and stuff. I said that if you travelled at the speed of light, and you stopped, and you were still young and had your whole life ahead of you, whereas everyone you knew was either dead, or about to die, and everything you knew had changed, you'd end up killing yourself. I don't think you'd be able to take anything in, and I think everything would be too hard. Dominic thinks you'd live your whole life in this new world, and not kill yourself. And something about a bubble, but that was just him being stupid trying to prove me wrong. What do you guys think?


I think I'll pop off now. Also, I can't stop listening to this Paper Towns song. I love it.

Okay, I'll really go now.
Bye!

-Caitlin

Let Them Eat Cake!

Well, hello, hello, hello. (You have to say that like Jim Carrey does in A Series of Unfortunate Events. God, I love those books. If you haven't saw it, it's the first clip in this video.)

I felt the need to talk to you guys. I was writing, or trying to at least, when I was just like "I'm going to post a blog". I have some things I want to talk about.

1. I think my school is plotting something.

I don't know whether I mentioned this in my last post or not, so I'll say it again. Last weekend, was a four day weekend. For my school, at least. Now, I didn't pay much attention to this at the time, because, I'm a kid who didn't have to go into school for four days in a row, which means school was the last thing on my mind. No, I didn't notice anything suspicious at first at all. But then, yesterday, something happened. Something strange. Something that hasn't happened in the other three years I've been at my school. They gave us free cake. And it actually tasted nice. It was delicious, and had purple icing and a little blob of butter-creamy-stuff on the top. We ate that cake. We ate that cake like there was no tomorrow! Or rather, we ate that cake like tomorrow was a day in which we would not get free cake, which was true.
After school, I was telling my parents about the free cake. And then I remembered the weekend. The four day weekend. Why, all of a sudden, were they being so nice? My school isn't nice!
The first thing I thought was that they were planning to murder all of our pet fishies, but then I realised that this was silly, because my fish is a genius (I swear to God, he is, I'll explain another time), and he probably has water lazer things hidden at the bottom of his tank. I don't know what they're planning, but I'm pretty sure it's going to be bad. Really bad.
But I would enjoy more four day weekends and free cake. Hinthint, winkwink.

2. Kate and I wrote a HP story...in IT
Well, not so much wrote, as thought one up. We didn't actually write it down.
It sounds so much funnier in the voices we use, but I can't describe them. We'll have to make a video some time.
It goes like this;
"One day Harry was going to the shop to buy some milk, when he came across a confunded Ron.
Ron was wondering why his packet of Fizzing Whizzbees would not open.
Then Dumbledore came with some big magical scissors."
Then we forgot to make up the rest.

3. Finding an outlet for my creative energy!
So, as you probably know, I have agreed to take part in NaNoWriMo this year. Because of said commitment, I'm not starting writing any stories until November, which means I have all these creative juice making my brain all flooded.
I finished re-reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows last week or something, and I came on here, and felt all Harry Pottery, so I decided to do what Kate does, and read some fanfiction.
I stick to Marauders era stuff, because I think it's a lot better than Harry era stuff. The Marauders are my favourite characters (minus Peter, of course!), and I love how everything was before Harry, Ron, Hermione and the rest of 'em even existed, so I figured, 'Hey, I'll try my hand at writing a Marauders story'.
It started off really well, but this brings me on to my next point...

4. Writers Block! Eek, no!
I want to keep up this story, because I have it planned out. I have this really good idea (which I shall not reveal just yet), and I really want to write it, but I'm a bit stuck. The first two chapters went really well, and were really easy to just keep at, I'd sit here for ages, typing and typing and typing, but now I need something to happen, and we're not ready for any of the big stuff yet. I can see little clips in my head, but I'm not quite sure how to get to those little clips. It's like when you're playing Jak and Daxter, and there's an orb or something on top of a cliff, and no matter how hard you try, you can't get him to jump onto it! /Relives this moment from Jak and Daxter and shudders.

I don't know whether any of you guys would want to read this story, but if you do, just say so in the comments and I'll post a link to it. But I'm not going to update until I'm perfectly happy with the chapter, because if people are taking the time to read my writing, the least I can do is make sure it's decent.


I'm off to battle with the goblin that's guarding my creativeness. Goodbye, for now.

-Caitlin

Belgian Detectivey-Type People Shouldn't Die.

It's kind of hard for me to keep up this blog, because everything I'd talk about, I try to remember to talk about on Tuesday, for BEDFAY. I really wish my life was super interesting (to anyone but me), but the really funny, smart, unique things that happen, I want to talk about on BEDFAY.

Here's some things that have happened since my last post;
-I had an imaginary baby, named Wesley, with my friend Fay (we had to, in biology).
-I realised how much I hate physics, but it might be because of my teacher; I didn't mind it as much last year, with a different teacher.
-I tried (and failed) to convince my parents to take me to the HP themepark next year.
-My mother and I decided that we'd choose eye patches over glass eyes because they're so much cooler.
-I found out that Agatha Christie wrote a book were Poirot dies, and was sad for 3 days afterwards.
-I started reading Lord of the Flies in English (for pleasure, according to Mr.Uglow, "we won't be doing any written work on this". Shall post a blog on whether or not I liked it when we finish).

I'd say more, but Criminal Minds is coming on now, and as you may or may not know, it is my absolute favourite programme and I am completely in love with Spencer Reid and Matthew Gray Gubler.

I love you for reading this, I'm sorry it's not longer.

-Caitlin

I Didn't Break My Promise...

My laptop broke. Chyea, I know, it did it just to spite me!
See, it's kind of saying it's turned on but it just...won't turn on. I should have it by next week. I'm on the really old, thick, horrible one, but it has internet that's quick enough now, MSN and I think it has some music, and if not, MySpace and Youtube are available.

So, Summer was...nothing happened, but it was great. I went to Wales for a day on...on a day a few weeks ago. My grandparents just bought a caravan, so we went up there. I love the colour of Wales. I love how green everything is, and how you can only go about 2 minutes without seeing some animals. I love how close the sea is. I love looking at the hills and the mountain. The site my grandparents caravan is gorgeous. It's surrounded by fields and hills, and they have llamas on the field behind the site, and horsies and a pony and sheepsies right next to it.

The weather went pretty suckish when Kate got back from Crete, so we didn't get to go out together, but we're going to see 500 Days of Summer soon. We were going to go this week, but I had to spend money on credit because school started again today (I know, on a Friday...weird), and if I miss the bus or anything, I need to be able to ring my mum, and I was getting pretty sick of having to just wait around for people to come online if I wanted to speak to them rather than being able to text them.

So, yeah, school again now. Wonderful. One thing I say every year is "I'm going to do homework on the night it's set, instead of waiting until the last minute", and I always do...for about a week, but this year, I've got to start being organized. Starting GCSE's, NaNoWriMo, BEDFAY (I love how about the last three things I've typed my computer is like 'THEY'RE NOT REAL WORDS, FIX IT, FIX IT!'), and I'm actually going to learn to play my guitar this year, hopefully. My guitar is electric, and his name is Billy, and I really want an acoustic guitar. Thing is, I've decided not to waste any money on an acoustic one until I can play Billy. Sigh. Oh, I drank all my Dr.Pepper. I'm sad now.

I did watch A Very Potter Musical for the first time this Summer though. Actually, about 7 times. In two days. Caitlin has such an amazing life.

-15 minute break...I didn't go anywhere, I just stopped typing-

Right, errr...I think I'll go draw or write or something. Or pick up Billy and start learning. Jeeves, my house is boiling!

Tuhtar, dear Reader.

-Caitlin

Super-Quick Super-Apology.

Sorry I haven't posted in so long, but I just haven't had anything to write about, and when there is something, I usually post it on BEDFAY.

I can't type to much now because my fingers are stinging, they're all red and raw and horrible and it's really painful today.

I promise to write a big, Summer Sum-Up post at the beginning of September!

Sorry!

-Caitlin

Review? Review!

'Allo loverlies!

I went to review yesterday, but I was dragged to Rampworx, and then I got back at 10pm, so I watched Criminal Minds, watched the end of a comedy show my mum used to watch (Black Books or something, it was really good), and then went up to bed. I would've blogged earlier today, but Danica got me hooked on Dorm Life, so I spent the day watching both season's of that, and all of the bonus videos. More on that in my BEDFAY blog on Tuesday, though.

So! On Wednesday, I went to see Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Now, this film was good, I mean, the cave scene with Dumbledore's fire was amazing, but I can't help feeling they've messed Deathly Hallows up a lot.
For example;

-Burning down The Burrow; I didn't feel this did anything for the plot. I've read the argument that it was to show how big this war is, but for anyone who hasn't read the book, it doesn't make any sense, because it was just...well, pointless. Nothing happened in the film because of it. Plus, most of the beginning of DH is set in The Burrow, so, maybe they could rebuild it by magic, but then that just makes it seem even stupider.

-Cutting out the Ministry plotline; I realise that this doesn't seem that big a deal, but, still, it was irritating.

-Tonks and Lupin were together for the whole film; I guess this was because they were planning on cutting out the battle at the end, so Bill didn't get injured, so Fleur doesn't get to start the whole "he's still going to love me" thing, so Tonks can't get mad at Lupin and tell him that "she doesn't care", but they need to be together for Teddy's existence, but I mean, Tonk's hair should've been pink if they were going to do that to us.

-No Bill and Fleur?; The wedding at the beginning of DH will be a bit of a surprise now, and there'll be no reason for Harry, Ron and Hermione to stick around if they don't include this, but then it'll be a shock when they go to Shell Cottage, which needs to be included because it's where Dobby is buried, and fans will (probably) be mad if they cut this out or move it, so it was just silly.

-Cutting out the battle at the end!; I know everyone is annoyed about this, so I won't even bother writing out why it made me mad, because you already know.

-Just something me and my friend, Alex, agreed on; the actor playing Slughorn failed at playing Slughorn. Don't know whether you guys agree, but that's what we think.

-Harry and Ginny didn't actually get together; THIS IS JUST BAD, OKAY?

-Harry was just standing there, free to move about, but not stopping Draco?; Come on, let's not make the poor lad look even more pathetic.

-SNAPE USED HIS OWN WAND; Erm, HELLO?!

-Harry didn't have a chance to see the diadem; This was crucial!

-NOTHING was said about possible horcruxes; DO THEY THINK VOLDEMORT WILL JUST DESTROY THEM HIMSELF, OR STAND THERE GIVING OUT LEAFLETS ABOUT THE VARIOUS HORCRUXES AND WHERE TO FIND THEM?!



Something I did, really, really like, was Tom Felton's acting. Best he's been in a HP film, no doubt.

I think there's more, but again, I'm a little tired, and I was looking through a conversation Alex and I had about it, and now we're just talking about monocles (ha, sounds like we're talking now, but we're not, even though he should be here sending me songs, dammit!), so I think I'll leave it there.

If you agree or disagree with any of this, I'd love to hear, so leave a comment or summit, darlings.

-Caitlin

Erm, Title.

I know I didn't review anything on Friday, but c'mon, I broke up for the Summer holidays on Friday!

Here's a quick post to let you guys know what's gone on and how I'm feeling lately.

-Friday I was supposed to be going to see my grandad because it was his birthday, but my auntie was taking him out for his dinner, so we couldn't go. I'd told everyone I couldn't go out because I was going to see my grandad, so I ended up sitting in my house all night.

-Saturday I went to see my grandad. He was fine and dandy, and had a nice squishy purple pillow that used to belong to his friend across the hall (he's in a home), but his friend passed away. He left my grandad the pillow, and a chair which has buttons to lean backwards and stuff, which is very fun. He's had the chair for a while, but I only saw the pillow today.

-Saturday night, I babysat my cousin, Leon. It was pretty easy because he was already in bed asleep, so all Maria (my younger sister) and I had to do was keep him asleep. He woke up like 3 times, and we just shushed him back to sleep. We watched Family Guy and My Best Friend's Wedding, which is amazing. And we had Pepsi!



In other news, Kate, being the amazing best friend she is, finally read Harry Potter for me! She'd never read it because no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get into it, but she stuck it out, and she liked it! She's reading Chamber of Secrets now, which I don't like myself, and she's taking Prisoner of Azkaban and Goblet of Fire on holiday with her, so yay!

Now, I think I'll go and have some food. Oh, and I should be either going to see HP6 this week, or buying a new book, so I should have a review next Friday.
And ack! I'm already getting muddled with the days; I thought it was Monday! Imma have to set a reminder on my phone to tell me when it's Tuesday!

-Caitlin

A New Hope.

Happy Saturday, guys and gals.

So, I was just sat here thinking, "Hey, Caitlin, you're blogs are pretty rubbish, right?" I agreed with myself. "So how about you have like...a review day, or something? Like, on a Friday, you could review something. Books, music, films..."

So I decided I would. I mean, I might not be able to do it every week, because I might not see/read/hear anything worth reviewing, for example, if I watched a film everybody already had opinions on, read a pretty well known book, didn't hear any new bands or bands I already listen to didn't bring out new songs, but when there's something, I'll review it.

I'm pretty excited about the thought that my blogs will have an actual point now, because they're usually just...well, pointless.

As you can see, I'm still in a Star Wars mood, so I decided to give this little blog a nerd title. D'you get it? Because it's the title of Episode IV and I'm doing something new with my blog...yeah...

Also, Jamie is back from Maine today (I love the way I say that as if there's still not the atlantic ocean between us xD), and she's either getting her laptop fixed or a new one soon, so yay!

Thanks for reading, Chicken,

-Caitlin

Oh, Danny-Boy...

GUESS WHAT I DID.

I didn't blog at the beginning of the school year, but I kind of failed playing Amazing Grace (I played an extra D and Mr.MusicTeacher gave me a 3! I was really proud of that, it was well worth a 1). My composition got a better mark (it was either 1- or 2+), but I was still only on a 6C whereas my target was a 6A. I had to get a really good mark on my last performance to achieve my target.

We all picked different things (no, that's a lie, most people picked Z Cars or Imagine), but I chose Danny-Boy, and I was the only person in my class to choose this piece. I love this song, so I practiced my little phalanges off, and I'd learnt the piece soon. With chords. Yes, I use both hands when playing the keyboard, because this is so unusual...

Anyway, today was performance day. Three people went first out of choice, and then Mr.MusicTeacher took in our files, shuffled them, and then we had to perform. I think about two people went before he called my name, and looked at me (there's two Caitlin's in my class, we're the only two in the year as well). I sighed, took a deep breath, as I shake when I'm nervous (and cold), and began to play. I'd played the first 8 bars (I think it was 8) before he told me to stop. He then said something along the lines of,

"I'm going to ask you to stop there, because most people's songs stop at this point, but yours just keeps going and going, doesn't it?" I smiled and nodded; this was true. He carried on, "What you've played was fluent, it was played beautifully, and it was all the right notes," I held my breath, for as he'd stopped me near the beginning, I was fairly sure he was about to tell me I'd done something terribley wrong and fail me, but he carried on, "if it's okay, I'm going to ask you to leave it there so we have time for other people. But that's a 1." I breathed a sigh of relief; I was perfectly happy with this.

But apparently the rest of the class wasn't. They started demanding I was given a 1*, as, to quote my friend Kathryn "it was the best so far". And so he did, he gave me a 1*, and I haven't failed music.

I've hated music this year, but I've passed, and I never have to do it again. And now if anyone asks me what I can play on the piano/keyboard, I have something to play.

I love you if you've read this far. Take a cookie.

-Caitlin

Sid Vicious Was Innocent.

Some of you know who my sister Emma is, as she's blogged in my place on BEDFAY, and I mention her a lot. Emma and I both believe that Sid didn't kill Nancy, and Emma rants about it a lot. She made this video today.



That's all. Comment on whether you agree or disagree.

-Caitlin

Haiku.

Sometimes, friends say things
That they don't actually mean
Which destroys friendships

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This little haiku popped into my head just now, when I was thinking about how many of my friends are fighting about something or other now with one of their friends, and even though in each fight, it's obvious that they all still want to be friends, whether they admit it or not, they're all too stubborn to admit it, so they keep fighting, and pretty soon, that friendship will be in tatters, so there'll be nothing to go back to, even if they want to. I know it isn't perfect, and it doesn't make complete sense if you look at it for too long, but I think it's quite obvious what it means.

-Caitlin

Thought-Thieves

You know what I hate? You know when someone comes up with this really funny, original thought that you know only that person would've thought of? And then someone takes it and goes and says it to somebody else (this somebody else is always someone who doesn't know or isn't friends with the creator of the thought) and acts as if they made that up? I hate that.

It really does my head in the way they'll go and say that somewhere where the first person wouldn't hear or see it, so then people think this person (the thief) is really creative and hilarious, and then whenever someone mentions that thought, everyone else will be like "Oh yeah, ------ thought of that, didn't s/he?!" and you'll just be sat there like, "Well, no actually, ----- did, ------ just took it." But nobody will believe it, and will just assume the person who originally came up with it got it off the thief.

It annoys me even more, if the thief is always moaning about people "copying" them (when in actual fact, everyone is doing this certain thing, but in their funny little mind, they've twisted the world to make everyone want to be them).

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying I won't say something funny if someone else says it to me, but I'll always start (or end) with "Haha, yeah, ----- asked me/told me/ said this..." because I know for a fact that I hate it when people get credit for my work, so why should I take credit for somebody else? When I get credit for something, I like to know that I've done something worth being proud of, so a thought-thief has to be really pathetic to act like they do.


Sorry for my little rant, but I just really wanted to say that.

-Caitlin

This Is A Title.

I haven't posted for ages, so please read my catch-up blog here. That way, I can carry on posting blogs here, knowing that you know I didn't just abandon this blog. I love this blog!

-Caitlin

Another Little'un.

Happy Fathers Day! Go tell your dad's. Now. I'll wait.

Back? Okay!

Firstly, if any blog appears on this account between Tuesday and Wednesday, IT WAS NOT WRITTEN BY ME. I won't have internet on those days, so I've given my sister my log-in info, because she's posting for me on BEDFAY, and I wouldn't be surprised if she posted something stupid on here. Also, if she mentions someone called CHELSEA on the BEDFAY post, please, virtually slap her for me.

Now, onto the actually flesh of the blog.
I was editing a post before, and you know how it comes up with which posts have comments? Well, I saw some older posts had comments I hadn't noticed before, and it made me feel really happy! You guys are awesome, and even though I still haven't quite figured out why you read my blogs, I love you for it. I love my two little followers, because I didn't expect anyone who I don't know in person to read this! Also, I didn't know you read this, Kasey! I saw the Wizard of Oz blog had a comment, and was like "Holy frick, that's Kasey!"

I think my sister is becoming super paranoid, but in a kind of funny way. Her personal message on MSN at the moment is "the government are monitoring me, i know it. I KNOW YOU'RE READING THIS, GOVERNMENT." We all know that the government as the ability to read your IM conversations, your texts, listen to phone calls, etc., and we know they do do this, if you mention words such as 'bomb' or 'terrorist', etc. but it's never really bothered me. Hopefully her paranoia won't jump onto me. I know you're reading this, by the way, Emma. Hello.

I've posted a couple of blogs over the past few days. This is to make up for the fact that I'll be gone for a few days, and I feel bad, so this was just a quick blog.

-C

A Quick Summary of My Week.

Hello, my little Cherubs.

I thought I'd tell you about my week, because I have nowt else to say, but love you guys enough to update.

Monday; I don't think anything happened on Monday, but hey, I could be wrong, so I'll go through the day with you, please excuse my thinking-whilst-typing. Let's see...history, first lesson. History lessons with Mr.Merrity are my favourite, next to English. I've learnt a lot more this year than any other year, and his lessons are always fun/hilarious. I really wanted to take history, but I didn't have enough space. I'm regretting taking Spanish now, when I could have taken something I enjoy so much more. Anyway, let's skip through the details of that lesson (which involved 'Tales From The Work Experience of 15-Year-Old Mr.Merrity), skip through Spanish...RE! Ahh, we had Mr.Wallace! Now, if you don't go to my school, you won't get why this lesson was so great. Mr.Wallace is like this...I don't know whether to call him insane or not, but everybody kind of has this mood whenever we have him for a sub, so the lesson is just automatically great. Also, he looks like Colonel Sanders. Last two lessons where...err...umm...maths and PE? Maths was in the computer room, and PE...OH YEAH, I WAS ACTUALLY ALRIGHT AT ROUNDERS. /Happiness

Tuesday; Possibley my favourite day of the week. I don't enjoy maths, but I am quite good at it, so it's easy, just boring. English, my all-time favourite lesson, was second period. We were finishing our Super Hero project things, which was fun. Science was okay, it's one of my favourite lessons too. In DT (which takes up the last two periods), I finished my clock, and I'm super proud because it works, and turned out better than I expected, and I'm usually horrid at DT.

Wednesday Ahh, X-Week Wednesday, why must you be the same length as the rest of the days? Why can you not be just like your brother, Y-Week Wednesday? Who only includes 4 lessons? -Sigh- PSE was boring, as per usual. English was alright, we were presenting our Super Hero films ideas/script/etc. I kind of flipped out on Daniel after the lesson and wasn't speaking to him for the rest of the day...we're alright now, but I do not like working with people who do not give it their all in English, because this is the lesson I'm best at, the lesson I enjoy most, and I refuse to get marks lower than what I usually would because of other people. Still, sorry Danny. In Geography we marked our tests, in which I got 67/70. I would've gotten 70, right, except for one question, I ticked the right box, scribbled it out and ticked another one, and on the last question (a poster), I was honest and gave myself 4 marks rather than 6. Careers was watching a video, and RE was a test. Bleh.

Thursday Possibley my favourite day this week. History with Mr.Collier (on X-Weeks, Thursday P1 we have Mr.Collier for history, on Y-Weeks, Thursday P1, we have geography) is always hilarious. I didn't do any work because I finished it last week. I did draw some butter, sugar, and a steam train (which I didn't turn into the Hogwarts Express at all...). IT, which is usually my whole IT classes least favourite lesson, was great. I helped my friend Dominic finish his work because I'd already finished, which took like 10 minutes, and then spent the rest of the lesson looking at clothes/playing games. Spanish was planning our essays which we're doing instead of a writing test, and then Science. We were disecting a heart. When sir was demonstrating, I felt slightly sick. Adam said he'd do the whole of it, but abandoned me after cutting one side and I had to do the whole thing by myself. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, even if it smelt. I'm still really against killing animals for what we want as humans, though. I wish my parents would let me be a vegetarian, but I'm a little too skinny for their liking. In English, we read the poem Nothing's Changed by Tatamkhulu Africa, which is an amazing poem and you should all go and read it. We discussed what it was about, where it was set, etc. Then we started watching the film 'Cry Freedom', which is actually pretty good, but we're only like half an hour in. Also, at dinner today, we held a suprise party for Lizzie in the music block, which was great, especially the part with the cake. I love my friends.

Friday Today, today, today. Art was great. I'm glad I picked it for my options, I adore it. Music was a little frustrating; knowing that performing 'Danny Boy', and getting my final mark which I need to be great to make up for the sucky first mark I got this year (because of one bloody mistake! Seriously, my teacher must hate me, one lad messed up on every other line and still got a 1! I got a 3 because I played an extra D! WTF?!), was so close, I kept messing up, but I had it flattened out by the end of the lesson. Maths was on the computers again, PE was shot put (I only got 5.2 metres...), and science was about the nervous system.




You know, you know my whole school week now. I got bored like half way through this, by the way.
Oh! I also had a strange dream this week, involving my friend Alex, and his friend Michael, who I haven't spoken to for weeks. Weird.

I can't believe you read this all the way through.

-C

Moony Is Proud To Present; A Blog For Padfoot.

Dear Padfoot,
I'm writing this mainly because you asked me to write you a blog, but also because I had the urge to write a letter earlier today. Also, I've decided to start calling you Padfoot since I found that Sirius/Nox scene. So yeah, you're Padfoot again. Which means I'm going to sign this 'Moony'.

I can hear a fly buzzing around, and he keeps flying into windows. Are flies stupid? They can't see the windows. But then again, they're tiny, so I suppose it's hard for them to see the edges. There was a wasp in here today. It followed me around for a bit and then flew into the kitchen. I told Maria I thought he'd gone into the washing machine, so she looked and he was in there. She shut the door on him. He just sat at the bottom doing nothing. Mum came down and did a wash then. Poor little wasp, didn't see all that water coming.

Now it's annoying me. I'd get up and kill it but A) I'd feel mean because he hasn't chased me yet, and B) I'm too lazy.

I showed mum that picture of you as Princess Leia, so she stuck it on your wally-cork-boardy-white-boardy-thing. We also found a Save Away from like...November 2008. And a load of your Top Trumps. All your Star Wars stuff is in a box at the end of your bed.

You didn't take your camera out with you again, so you haven't had it for a while now. Make sure Grandad remembers to get it. I don't think you could survive without it for much longer.

I don't have anything to say. You have my phone and I haven't spoken to Jamie for ages. Oh! Jamie! Have you saw this video of her?

This is just a collection of little paragraphs that are barely three sentences long. I'd make it more interesting but I have nothing to say, because I saw you yesterday morning, and I've told you everything that's happened since then.

God, you're impatient! I'm nearly done, quit asking me!

What books are you reading at nana's? There's that one that's a hundred years old...or are you reading the Haunted Liverpool's and then jumping every time you hear a floorboard creak when you're alone upstairs? Remember Emma, not all ghosts are nice like Dennis. Awh, you left Dennis!

I found a wizard's hat while I was cleaning my room, and had it on for ages. Dad and Angie thought it was funny, but it came off when I was under the bed and I was sad. It was small and hurt my head though.

The fly just flew into the window again. I thought he'd gone. I let him out. I kind of miss him, I named him Steve. I think he was a smart fly, because he was in the living room, and as soon as I opened the door, he flew right over and left.

I'm not sure how long this is. I don't want to read over it. I think I'll go now.

-Moony

The Wizard of Oz.

So, I was thinking to myself "I should write a blog today. But what about?" That's when it came to me. My sister, Emma, and I noticed a few things whilst watching 'The Wizard of Oz' today. Now, it would be wrong of me not to share them with you. Also, I have a question about HP5 at the end, that I was discussing with my friend Angie last night as she slept in my house, after I watched it. Anyway, here we go. Note that the headers for each part are the messages that that particular part sends to kids;


IF YOU DON'T LIKE SOMEBODY, BE HAPPY WHEN THEY DIE.

Now come on, we've all sat there and suddenly sang, "Ding-dong, the Witch is dead/Which old witch?/The Wicked Witch!/Ding-dong, the Wicked Witch is dead!" But shall we examine these lyrics a little more closely? Here's just a little part of the song;


"It really was no miracle. What happened was just this.
The wind began to switch - the house to pitch
and suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.
Just then the Witch - to satisfy an itch
went flying on her broomstick, thumbing for a hitch.
And oh, what happened then was rich.
The house began to pitch. The kitchen took a slitch.
It landed on the Wicked Witch
in the middle of a ditch,
The house began to pitch. The kitchen took a slitch.
It landed on the Wicked Witch
in the middle of a ditch,
Who began to twitch and was reduced to just a stitch
of what was once the Wicked Witch."

Are you hearing this? Now, I'm going to assume that we've all saw the film so we all know the song, and if you haven't, you're childhood must've been extremely sad and munchkin-less. They're singing about a woman lying in a ditch twitching, after a house fell on top of her, and how amazing it was. I mean, I know she was the "Wicked Witch of the East", but she wasn't even as bad as her sister! That's the Wicked Witch of the West, for any of you with those munchkinless-childhoods. She still had feelings! And Dorothy stole her slippers, which I think we can assume that she legally left to her sister, or whatever flying animals she kept. But you know what? That's not even the worst part of the film (and by worst I mean most twisted, psychotic part, because the film pwns).

IF YOU NEED SOMETHING, BE PREPARED TO DO ANYTHING THE WEIRD WIZARD MAN ASKS YOU TO.

No matter what it is.
The "Wizard" literally asks Dorothy, Scarecrow, Tinman and the Cowardly Lion to risk their lives to go and get the broom of the Wicked Witch of the West, and bring it back to him so that he will do what they ask. Did they notice that her title is not just 'The Witch of the West", but 'The WICKED Witch of the West?" I'm pretty sure that doesn't mean she's amazing. But they go ahead and do it, because good ol' Wiz asks 'em too.
Although it does turn out he's not actually a wizard, but a guy behind a curtain that was pwned by a dog. Seriously, a curtain? Wouldn't you go for something with a lock?

Also, when they're going to get the broom, the Cowardly Lion takes a big net (and I mean, a really big net that I assume he was going to catch the Witch with, as if she were a jellyfish on Spongebob), the Tinman takes a big wrench thingy, and what does the Scarecrow take? Let's have a look, shall we?

HE'S GOT A FREAKIN' GUN!

One thing I never understood in this film was giving the Lion a perm. Did they think it would make him look more 'manly', giving him a perm and a pretty red bow? Seriously? Wtf?

But you know what? I love this film and I don't care about the bad messages hidden inside it, you know why? There's a horse that changes colour in it! And come on, we all know all the songs by heart. If you haven't watched this, go and watch it now, and if you don't like it, you don't have a soul. And we'll set Scarecrow on you.

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The promised question about the film version of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix;

WHO IS THIS CHILD?! No! I know what you're thinking! He is NOT a Weasley! He is some random little child that appears everywhere throughout the film! Who IS he? I DO NOT UNDERSTAND!
-Sob-

That is all.
G'night, fair Reader,

-C

A-choo.

How come sickness just decides to come on all of a sudden? Urgh.

I was wide awake before, then all of a sudden I literally just fell asleep, and woke up as suddenly. It was like;
Brain; "Lalala BYE."

I hate sneezing. I never sneeze, but in the past 2 minutes I've sneezed like 5 times.
I have a stuffy/runny nose (depending on the mood of my nose), a sore throat, ears that make everything sound funny...urgh. It's kind of like a head cold, except without the banging head aches, but I did sneeze before and the side of my head started throbbing.

The weather has been GOOD. Why do I get sick during good weather? I hope I get better tomorrow, when it's raining.


In brighter news, I got confirmed last night. My name is now Caitlin Maria Christina Banks. (I actually just typed 'Bawnx' by accident, because in a conversation with my friend Ibby, she spelt my name 'Bawnx' because of her Irish accent and the fact that she's awesome so she can).
I met the Bishop, and shook his hand like 3 times. My sponsor was my sister, Emma, who I've decided is the most immature person in the world and should NOT be allowed into churches.

Excuse me while I sneeze.

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Okay, never mind. I hate when that happens, you know, your nose goes all tickly, you want to sneeze, your eyes are watering...and it just fails.

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I have no idea why, but I've really enjoyed my science lessons this week. I mean, I've liked them all year, but this week I haven't said "I can't be bothered with science" once. I've learnt quite a bit, too.

-Sneezes-

THERE IT IS.

Anyway, I better leave this here. I'm going into random thoughts. And sneezing. God, I hate sneezing.

Achoochoo.

-C

Oi!

Blogs over here today guys; www.blogeveryday2009.blogspot.com

Make sure to check there every Tuesday up till May 10th 2010! Actually, EVERY DAY. But my blogs are just on Tuesdays (:

-C

I Would've Blogged Sooner, But...

This beaver came in to my room, right, and he wanted to take me to the moon, but then the Skunk came, and Beaver was like, "Oh no!" And then the skunk pulled a raccoon out of his pocket, and Raccoon took off his sunglasses and tried to vapourise Beaver with his lazer-beam-eyes and...is there any point in me continuing or do you know I'm lying? Okay, truth is, it's been really hot lately and I just didn't feel like sitting inside typing away on my computer.

But I do have some things to say, so it's all good.

LUCOZADE CAN TURN YOUR SKIN ORANGE...

...when it's poured on you.

Okay, Emma had a bottle of lucozade, in a bag in her bedroom as she'd bought it earlier that day. We (me, Emma and Maria) were watching Britain's Got Talent, while Emma had her laptop (which I'm using to type this on, actually) on her knee, I was next to her, and Maria had gone to get Emma her Lucozade. Maria returned, and passed it to Emma, before lying down again (we were lying in my mum and dad's room). Emma opens the drink, and all sounds good, but then...the explosion starts. Lucozade spilling out, she quickly moves her arm so rather than spilling all over her laptop, it spills all over me. I was wearing a white T-shirt, which is now stained orange. I was changing shirts when I looked at my stomach and noticed that it was orange. The Lucozade had stained me! Okay, so it came off on the second wash, but still...

HANNIBAL LECTER IS AWESOME

I've never not liked Hannibal. I never watched Hannibal up till last year, and I thought he was pretty cool. And yes, I do realise he eats people, but come on, he saw his little sister being eaten by evil men when he was a little boy! Anyway, I've watched Hannibal Rising, Red Dragon, and Silence of the Lambs (in the order of Hannibal Rising, Silence of the Lambs, Red Dragon). I never really got into it (Buffalo Bill was kinda freaky, but, I still liked the films), but I watched Red Dragon with Emma the other night, and I loved it. True, Hannibal is barely in it, but that film is not about Hannibal, is it? And anyway, when he is in it, he's great. Plus, he's portrayed by Anthony Hopkins, who plays Mr.Treves in 'The Elephant Man', which happens to be one of my favourite films, even if it does make me cry.

LAME DINOSAURS ARE GREAT

My favourite is the Dracorex Hogwartsia. Yes, that does mean Hogwarts, as in, Harry Potter. It apparently means "Dragon King of Hogwarts", but I think we all know that "Dracorex" is Draco-rex, as in Draco Malfoy. It was a herbivore with "a skull with spiky horns, bumps, and a long muzzle." (Source; Wikipedia. Oh, how reliable.)

Pwning Harry Potter since 70,000,000 BC.

I don't have anything else to say to you guys right now, but I promise to update every couple of days (unless I have absolutely NOTHING to say).

DFTBA readers.

-C

I Was So Gonna Blog Today.

But it's late, so I will tomorrow, I promise!

Thanks for being so loving, Nuggets :)

-Caitlin

I'm all happy because me and Jamie just had a proper conversation! She got her computer taken away so we've hardly spoken lately.
Here's a little bit of our conversation;

Jamie; LIKE A BOSS. says:
i cannot wait for summer
when do you stop going to school?
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
July 17th.
Jamie; LIKE A BOSS. says:
HAHAHAHA
June 22nd
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
Yeah but I'm British and you wish you were me ;D
Jamie; LIKE A BOSS. says:
this is true :(
when do you go back?
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
But you're also my best friend, which means you kind of are half of me. The American part.
September 3rd I think O_O
Jamie; LIKE A BOSS. says:
xD! america sucks though :P
i go back like september 9th
haaaaah!
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
America may suck, and you may have shite sweets, and all the cool accents may be British, but...wait, I lost my thought.
OHYEAH
it doesn't constantly rain!
Jamie; LIKE A BOSS. says:
OUR SWEETS ARE GOOD.
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
Yeah but ours are better ;D
OH YEAH
do you have Millions?
Jamie; LIKE A BOSS. says:
the number?
yes
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
No! The sweets!
Jamie; LIKE A BOSS. says:
oh haha, no?
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
OHNO! But they're all yummy. You have to get some somehow.
Jamie; LIKE A BOSS. says:
what're they?
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
They're like...I can't describe them! They're...oh, you need your computer! ¬_¬
Jamie; LIKE A BOSS. says:
haha i know, i miss it :(



THAT is why I love my best friend. Well, one reason, anyway. Whenever we argue, all I have to say is 'Yeah but I'm British' and it's an automatic win 99% of the time.


Okay, so I'm determined to go to Leakycon 2011, so Imma go find my money and start saving now. It's all gone missing! DAMMIT.

-Caitlin

Urgh.

JAMIEDOESN'THAVEACOMPUTERJAMIEDOESN'THAVEACOMPUTERJAMIEDOESN'THAVEACOMPUTER.

She got it taken away because of "bad grades". I dunno when she's getting it back, so this half term is going to be horrible if she doesn't have it by the end of it. I know we'll be texting like...every day, but still! Text conversations are always slower than MSN conversations.

See, long distance friendships are amazing, and I wouldn't dream of not being friends with some of the people I know now (Jamie, Phoebe, Nat, and of course, the BEDFAYers! I love you guys!), but it's hard when you can't talk to the person.

If I'd known Jamie in person first, we probably wouldn't be best friends now though, so I suppose that makes it all alright. It's annoying sometimes though, I can't even hug my best friend! Damn, why does New Jersey have to be so far away from Liverpool?

-Caitlin

Today = Sadness.

Today started fine. We were all joking in the morning, and Tom put Morna's umbrella down while we were still under it, which was quite funny. We were all joking and stuff, t'was great.

Geography and IT (my least favourite lessons, IT is kind of ironic as my life is either in books or on here, but I depspise my teacher) were...bleh, but that was expected. Break was fine, Spanish was great, we just played on games all lesson.

Dinner came. Started off fine, I was the only year 9 there, and we were laughing, it was great. I was told Kate and Laura were crying, but I couldn't find them and figured they'd be alright when they came round. They came round in tears. See, the year 11's left school today. Half of my friends are in year 11. I looked at Laura, because she was crying the worst, and that set me off. It took me so long to stop. When Kate and I had both stopped, we walked over to Laura, and saw a load of our friends walking out of the school (they were allowed to leave by this time). They didn't even say goodbye, and I burst into tears again. I think it was worse with S, as I'm still kind of extremely attached to him, even if he doesn't seem to care about me anymore.

I don't want to write any more, because I'll cry again...so bye.

Caitlin Wants To Be In Boston.

I think everyone is really sick of hearing me say this...but I really wish I was in Boston right now! I badly want to go to LeakyCon (I'm still listening to The Remus Lupins right now, yes), but I, being in stupid England and having no money, can't go. Don't get me wrong, I adore Liverpool! It's just nothing happens. Well, nothing for me. Nothing I'd want to go to.

My little sister, Maria, said yesterday, "Yeah, my friend's auntie is a witch, a proper one, she went to witch school and everything!" I literally spun around (I was sitting on the floor), and shouted, "SHE WENT TO HOGWARTS?!" Shut up, it is real! My letter was just...delayed.

I was explaining horcruxes to Tom C today, and how they killed Voldie, etc, etc. I don't think he cared at all, but he listened to me babble on for 15 minutes (teacher walked in after that), because he's super-sweet like that.

Speaking of Tom's, in RE I sit next to another Tom (R, there's like 5 Tom's in my year, and 3 of them are in my class), and he is in love with my iPod. He was listening to it today, when I had an idea. I took it off him, telling him I was putting a song on for him. I then proceeded to play "Mrs.Nerimon". Tom then clutched his head, screamed "THIS MUSIC DOESN'T MAKE ME HAPPY, TURN IT OFF, TURN IT OFF!" I wouldn't turn it off until he'd heard the chorus, and he even drew a target onto the desk and slammed his head on it. Then Tom J shouted him, so I called back "Hang on, I'm just torturing him!" So Tom J nodded and waited. I enjoyed torturing Tom, t'was fun.

Also, I gave Angie her sock puppet today, and she loved it. She ran around showing it to everybody, while my sister, Emma, stood behind her shouting, "AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO DOESN'T FIND THIS AMUSING IN THE SLIGHTEST? IS THIS WHAT'S GOING TO REPLACE ME WITH MY BEST FRIEND AFTER FRIDAY?!"

Today was an alright day, aside from the fact that we had geography.
And I still wish I was in Boston.

-Caitlin

This Is A Blog For Emma.

Because she asked me to write one.
And to make her a cup of tea. Actually, I think the kettle is about to boil, I'll be right back;

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Okay, I'm back, with tea! I don't really know what to write about in this blog...okay, hang on, I have an idea;
Me; 'Somebody say something.'
Emma; "Hello."

Hello is such a boring word. I like coming up with different things to say, especially when I'm talking to Jamie. With people I'm not close with, I just stick with "Heyy" or "Heyya", but with Jamie, I like to say different things;

"REMEMBER THAT TIME I PUNCHED YOU IN THE FACE?"

Or I say hello in another language. I don't like plain, boring, common things. Whenever I say goodbye to Jamie, I always say "I love your -insert strange body part here-".

e.g.; "I love your kneecaps."
"I love your ear lobes."
"I love your eyelashes."
etc., etc.

I don't like things that everybody does. I don't like being the same as people. Nowadays, I don't like being around people too much. Like, when my friends were asking me why I wasn't coming to Hub this weekend, I kept saying "I don't like people right now." I don't know why -- that's a complete lie, I know exactly why, I'm just reluctant to admit it -- but nowadays I only talk to a handful of people. I mean, not in a way that I'm ignorant, I'll talk to people if they talk to me, but there's only a few people I'll talk to just because. It's too easy for people to let you down, and I'm sick of people.

My friend Emma (not my sister Emma, my friend Emma) has been my friend for 11-12 years. We do our best to annoy each other, make each other angry, etc. but I love it, because I can't do that with a lot of people. I mean, I spent a whole hour today waving my hands in front of Emma's face and shouting, "I'M NOT TOUCHING YOU." And I sing to her too. Every lesson where we're buy each other, or when we walk to lessons together. I like singing, but I'm not good, so I only really sing to Emma. I like it when she doesn't know the song and gets confused.

I've been singing wrock to her lately. Emma (now we're talking about my sister...I know! Confusing.) is the only other one of the people I know R.L. that listen to wrock. I think Angie has listened to a song or two, but I think I listen to the most. I love the way none of my friends listen to it, so it's a little thing I have to myself. The sad thing is, the majority of wrock-related-thingymabobs happen in America, and me being in lil' ol' England can't go. I mean, I actually do love it here in Liverpool, but I wouldn't mind living somewhere more...suitable to my tastes.

God, this blog isn't interesting. Let's tell jokes.

The Big Bad Wolf goes to the Three Little Pigs, "Let me in, or I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow this house down!" So the Pigs say, "Go away or we'll sneeze on you!"

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There's three girls at school, and they're talking about their names. The first girl says;
"My name is Rose, because when I was born, a rose fell on my head."
The second girl says;
"My name is Lily, because when I was born, a lily fell on my head."
The third girl says;
"WERFJEHBRKJFHBKJBEKBREBQIRBE!!! -Flails arms-"
The first girl then says;
"Shut up, Fridge!"

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Uhh, my brain has gone blank and I can't think of any more.
Yer know what? That'll do (Donkeh, that'll do.)

Hasta la byebye,

-Caitlin

Mondays Are Usually Worse Than This.

School today;
HISTORY - Completely easy. We read the two pages and sir made us write numbers next to the paragraphs which were answers to the questions, so it took about 3 minutes to actually do.

SPANISH - Sir was cranky, but the work he set was still easy. Whenever I had to translate, I knew everything, and was able to save everyone on my table (along with Ben, God, he was great today!) from having to answer.

R.E. - Tom annoyed me. He threw my pen on the floor and wouldn't pick it up, so I wouldn't give him my iPod, but then Jay said something about what Tom was listening to (it was Slipknot, just so you know) being 'slit-your-wrists' music. That made me laugh so much.

MATHS - Got our overall results for our maths SATs, I got 116/150, which is a level 8. I was second highest in my class. I'm usually first, but in all honesty, I only care about my English results, and I'm always highest in them. -Waits to fail when she gets her English results back- Oh, and we watched Legally Blonde because I brought it in and we're cool like that.

P.E. - We were being evaluated on our rounders, but I don't care because I hate P.E., have no idea how I got in top set, and I'm not taking it next year. I didn't get out though, and when we played team rounders, we got 15 rounders (should've been more, but there was a big kafuffle so miss took 8 off), and the other team didn't get any.


So surprisingly, it was actually an alright school day, which is surprising because I despise Mondays because we have maths and P.E., but it was good today.

I just had another piece of our Maria's cake, and it's a lot nicer today than yesterday. It tastes cakier today somehow. Imma go get more food, I'm still hungry.

-Caitlin

I love these sentence/conversations;

hana; . says:
what do you want christof? im tyring to enjoy my sushi!
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
YOU'RE EATING MY FISH'S GREAT-GREAT GRANDFATHERS BEST FRIENDS OWNERS DOGS MOTHERS COUSINS OWNERS WIFE'S FISH.
hana; . says:
a dog has a fish?!
:''')
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
No look
The dogs mother's cousin(a dog)'s owner (a person), his wife's fish.
hana; . says:
nonono you said the fishs great grandfathers brothers best friend - which is a fish, and then that fishs owner, and then you said the owner has a dog, and then said it was his mothers somethings fish ;')
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
no!
okay, the fishe's g-g-grandfather, a fish, his best friend, a fish, their owner, a human, their dog, a dog, their mother, a dog, their cousin, a dog, their owner, a human, their wife, a human, her fish!
hana; . says:
you didnt say the second owner!!!
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
I did!
"&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
YOU'RE EATING MY FISH'S GREAT-GREAT GRANDFATHERS BEST FRIENDS OWNERS DOGS MOTHERS COUSINS OWNERS WIFE'S FISH."
hana; . says:
oh
now i feel gay :{
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
Xd
hana; . says:
OKAY!
&Christofer; AKA; &Caitlin; says:
xD*

I'm Ol' Gregg.

I bought my sisters birthday presents today! I won't say what it is incase she reads this, but I'm happy with them. And if she doesn't like them...tough kahootins, I'll have 'em.

I'm eating strawberry laces. Do Americans really not have strawberry laces, or is Jamie trying to make me sad? If you guys don't, I'm never going to live in America. I love English sweets. I don't think I could live without them. I should be so fat, it doesn't make sense how I'm underweight! I NEVER STOP EATING.

After next Friday, there's a 99% chance I'll never/almost never see some of my friends again. I said this to Sam, and he was like "I have MSN, we can talk there." But over the past 3 months, we've had two actual proper conversations, and one of them was about the fact that...after next Friday we probably won't ever see each other again. I miss Sam. I miss him a lot. Sucksssssssss.

I've eaten all my strawberry laces. I actually did the whole -turns packet upside-down and shakes- thing. -Sadness-

MySpace is so boring nowadays. It only exists for music and pointless quizzes for me anymore. I need to do something productive, I have way too much time on my hands. I was going to start learning Billy (my guitar, yes, I did name him), but I can't find the book. I think it's in Emma's room, but she says it's not.

Have you realised I'm typing every little thing that pops into my head? I needed something to do. Cheese is a kind of meat. Why yes! I am a huge, crazy Boosh fan! What's that? You don't know what the Boosh is? THE MIGHTY BOOSH. The most hilarious, surreal, insane TV show, ever. Youtube it. Now. No, I mean. Why are you still reading this? Go on! Go! YOUTUBE.

If you have just done as I said, and went to youtube, typed in 'The Mighty Boosh' and watched all the amazing Booshiness, you'll understand the title now.

Now, I'm off to...errr...get a drink. Yes, that's what I want to do.

Abyebye;
-C

My Parents Threw Away My Memories.

I came home from school, and they said they'd taken some bags from the loft to the tip. I joked, and said, "I hope it wasn't my teddies!" You see, I have too many teddies, so I had to put some of them in a big bag in the loft last year, because there was no room for them in my bedroom.My dad looked at me, his eyes slightly wider than usually and the edges of his mouth pointing towards the floor, and said "We did."

There was a sickening jolt inside of me, like something had been ripped out of me. I kept my smile, and said "You didn't," telling myself he was joking. He repeated that they had. My mum started saying that they were dusty or something, but I wasn't listening. I'd had some of those teddies since before I started school. I know for a fact that there was a teddy in their that when we were learning first aid in Brownies (yes, I went to Brownies, this is NOT the time for jokes), we had to bring in a teddy, and I brought him in, and practiced bandaging injuries, etc, on him.

I can't believe it. I know it's kind of sad, but I've always been really attached to my teddies. I used to have two dragon teddies, an orange one with blue spots and a blue one with orange spots, and I was saying the other day how I miss them, and now I'm afraid I'll never see them again.It's not fair. If I threw away something that belonged to them, no matter whether they used them anymore or not, I'd get into so much trouble. They know how protective I am over the teddies in my bedroom, and I don't know why they thought it'd be any different for these. They were still my teddies; they still belonged to me, and I didn't even get a say in what happened to them.

It seems kind of pathetic how upset I am right now, but I don't care, I am this upset.