Frozen Appendages, Faulty Heaters...

So....cold.

My hands are barely able to type this.

I think they're going to actually going to fall off.

And I really like my hands too.

Without them I couldn't write...or type....or -gasp- change songs on my i-pod!

Well, I guess I could, but not easily.

I'd have to use my feet, or something.

Oh, and not only are my hands frozen from the snow/ice chunk I decided to (erm...attempted to) hurl at my idiotic neighbor, but my feet are frozen too, because I can't really walk in the middle of the street for the four blocks it takes to get from the bus-stop to my school, (my house is like, one inch away from the maximum length a house can be away from a bus stop. Great, huh?) because then I would get run over my various suburbanites in their minivans and gas-guzzlers. And so I am forced to walk on the sidewalk, with freezing white-stuff up to my ankles.

-shivers- Ugh, is anyone else trapped in a white-(un)wonderland, or is it just me?

Well, on that jolly note, I will stop complaining and wish everyone (who are not currently pleading for their dysfunctional heater to work) good day....

Amazing...

-yawn-

I'm bored, so I'm just going to post pointless things on the blog over and over again.

Hmmm...what to write about...

-gets idea-

So...last night I watched Amazing Grace.

Or, I should say I was forced to watch Amazing Grace.

But, for a movie that I had to be forced into watching, it was actually pretty good.

Amazing Grace is a movie about the man who stopped the slave trade for Great Britain. Half of the movie is in flashbacks, and the other half is in his current life, when he is sick and suffering from some blood-cell disease, and has failed to abolish the slave trade.

Long story short, the flashbacks are him telling this one girl that he meets in his current life about how he failed.
After the flashbacks are over, they decide they are in love, they get married, he gets well, and then with the help of his old friends finally gets rid of the slave trade for Britain.

The acting was good, very dramatic, and the cast was made up of mostly character actors that were recognizable.
And, although everyone says they hate educational/political/hisorical movies, sometimes learning something in a movie is good for you...

Happy Holidays

Ok, so should I even try to explain to you why I was gone for four months? Why I did not blog for the longest time in the history of normally active bloggers?

Well, the truth is, I don't know what happened.

Maybe I got overwhelmed by school. Or by friends. Or by other various activites.

Or maybe, I was just going through a writing break.

But, whatever the real reason was, I'm back. Hopefully, for good.

So, this is the first post in the last few months that is not comprised of horrible poetry, and it's sure to not be the last.

I hope all the wonderful people who commented in the past can forgive me for disappearing. And I wish them all a wonderful winter season.

Happy Holidays Everyone,

-Caitlin

First Snow

Dazling, dancing, on my face.
The snowflakes fall into their place.
Creating patterns so divine.
Invading memories, stopping time.

I breath in deep, I love this air.
That carries flakes unto my hair.
They spin a song of wintertime.
A whisper of music so sublime.

Covering me with a wonderous white.
A color clashing with this dark night.
I listen to the music and then I fear.
That the coming spring is far too near.

Update

Hello, there!

Yeah, I know. I haven't posted in, like, forever. But I've been real busy, trust me!
So...I will now proceed to quickly inform everyone of what I have been up to.

First of all, I went to an awesome John Mayer concert. That was cool.
Then I went on a 'mini-trip' (It was like, two days long) to Chicago, where I saw their great art museum.
And after that, I went on yet another trip which covered Niagara Falls, Toronto, and Detroit, where at the very last city I got to see a Red Sox game.
Then we came back home, where I proceeded to recover from the vacation by watching way too much TV.
But, alas, my recovery time was cut short, as right after that I was sent away to spend time with my lovely grandparents.

And then, after a week or so, 'poof!', I'm finally home, with three weeks until I have to go back to that dreadful place they call a school.

So, I'm spending as much time as I can reccuperating for my next vacation which is coming pretty soon.

This time, my dad, my sister, and I are going to head to New England to see my dad's family. Clam chowder, anyone?
My dad, of course, is very excited to be going back to his 'homeland'. He's got a list as big as me of all the things he wants to eat. (Good seafood is hard to get here...)

So, I have to go. I haven't eaten breakfast yet, and there is a bowl of Trix with my name on it...

Please Ignore The Blather Below....

Sitting here.
Bored.
Listening to stupid "launch-cast radio" because I'm the only pathetic music-lover in the world that doesn't have an i-pod, or anything else like that.
The song that's on is actually semi-good.
It's called "Pieces of the Sun".
Hmmm....that kind of reminds me of Skittles. Only with the candy it would be "pieces of the rainbow".
Ah....whatever.
Blather, blather, blather.
Ramble, ramble, ramble.
I could do it forever.
Especially when I'm bored.
Oh...well.
I'm going on a little vaycay this weekend, didya know?
Maybe after on Monday I'll have something to blog about...

Speaking of Peeps...

This is a weird video I found on YouTube one day...

It's titled "Peep Wars".

Peeps

Before I start, I must set you few blog readers straight.

What I am talking about in today's post is not actually the oh-so-yummy treat, but in fact a book...

Peeps, by Scott Westerfeld is a vampire story which is different than most.

It's fiction novel about vampires, explained by scientific information, mixed with a mystery, and has a bit of romance splashed in.

When I found the book, I had already read some of the author's other work (So Yesterday, and The Midnighters), and so I was thrilled that he had a book about vampires.

And when I actually recieved the book and read it, I was not disappointed.

To me, Peeps really stands out in a time where a lot of vampire stories come out bland and unoriginal.

So...you may be wondering, why exactly is the book called Peeps?

Well, in the book, all of the "vampires" in the world are called "parasite positives", or, when their title is abreviated, they are just called "Peeps". Get it now?

So...I would explain the whole plot, but I'm lazy tonight, seeing as I had a long day of camp. So...you'll just have to find out what happens in the book by yourself....by actually reading it!

Listen

Music.

Most everyone likes it.

So why shouldn't the blog have it?

Yes, if you head to the right hand corner of the blog you shall find the new "What I'm Listening To..." box.

There lies a playlist of some songs I like.

And, unlike some other music you can put on blogs, this kind is pausable. And fast-forward-able!

So...check it out!

Maybe there is something on the list that you like...

Curse you, soda!

ARGH!

I have sugar freeze.

Or....brain sugar?

Or...sugar brain?

Well, whatever it is, all I know is that it sucks.

Ugh.

After today, and the whole brain-sugar-ouchfest, I think I shall vow to never drink an A&W Cream Soda ever again.

Really.

Although I still can't figure out how it happened, since the can I drank was "diet".

Huh.

Well, A&W, I guess you've now got some explaining to do to a very exhausted girl who's not so lovin' the brain-sugar-thing...

What's So Wrong With Werewolves?

A week ago I had one of the weirdest dreams in the history of my life. It was even weirder than my one dream where my school looks like Hogwarts and I'm a witch. (Don't ask. I'll explain later...)

This one starred my little sister. Sounds pretty normal, huh?

Well, in this dream, my sister just happened to be a werewolf, and she was chasing me around the city and trying to kill me!

But...that wasn't the end of the weirdness.

Also in this dream, I happened to own a magical pair of pants, which if I could put them on I could shape-shift into any person in the world.

And then, at one point of the dream I actually did get the pants on and I turned into that guy from Heroes, Milo Ventimiglia. (Do I have a star-crush, or what?)

So my sister kept following me around, and then the dream ended with my sister chasing me into a department store and I running into a changing-room. Inside, I desperately tried to get the pants on while trying to defend myself from her clawed hands.

So...

Even now, two weeks later, I am still majorly freaked out that I dreamed this. But, I think I've figured out why I did.

Right before I went to sleep that night, I was reading Blood and Chocolate, a book that stars werewolves (that explains my very hairy little sis), and that afternoon I was mad at my sister for something that she did (that explains her trying to kill me). I had also watched Heroes that day, (and that explains the me turning into Milo Ventimiglia part). The magical pants thing? I have no idea where that came from....

The "Blah" Book...

I like weird books. I do! I mean, it's no fun to read "normal" books, because they are usually very unimaginitive. Besides liking weird books, I'm also semi-morbid. (Yes, I'm ok with talking/watching/reading about death. I mean, everyone dies at some point of there life!).

So when I saw a book at the library called "The Death Collector" I thought it would be cool to read. So I got it (ignoring the dinosaur on it's cover, which I majorly regret now).

Well, it turned out to be the stupidest, most boring, unimaginative, predictable book I've read so far this year. The title was by far the best part. I mean, it started off at "ok.." but soon it veered down "blah" lane.

So...anyone out there who has read the book and actually liked it run, because I hate people who waste their time reading crap...

Baseball

Baseball is not my favorite sport. Sure, I really love the Sox (of the Boston Red variety), but even when I'm watching them it's hard to last through a ballgame. So that's why when I went to a game today (hmm...replace "went to" with "was forced to go to") I spent most of the time playing my DS.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. You could call it "ungrateful" or whatever. But isn't it better to spend time doing something you want to do than something you don't want to do? I mean, it's not like I just went there and didn't even give the game a try. I got something to eat and lasted a good length of time. Then I just got bored. "Poof!" There goes my baseball watching ability.

So if I get one comment (not likely seeing as no one ever comments on my blogs) about how I'm "ungrateful", you better expect my next post to be full with a whole lot ranting!

-Cait Summers