I've finished ALL my finals in two days, I had breakfast from Scoreboard Grill with two of the most precious people I've met here and I've packed eight boxes of nearly all the stuff I'll be leaving behind, my momasita just came into town and it was a lovely Spring day until the dust began to be blown all about the valley. Enough said, yes?
Oh and I have only goldfish, saltines, green beans and Quakes in my cupboard.

Yesterday I had the strangest sensation. I was sitting in the rehearsal for my cello recital and I was listening along with 12 other cellists and 1 pianist to a beginner play Minuet No. 2 and I was looking at the boy next to me, the girl across the room, the pianist and my teacher and I thought: wow we all look so different, it's amazing how diverse our genetics are. Um. . . hello?! Do you ever just sit and think: fascinating aren't they, those genes, all those dominant and recessive alleles. Yeah, me either. . .well at least not usually. I can't even tell you why that came to mind, I mean it is pretty awe-inspiring that in with just a few variation here and there, the building blocks that make us all relative make us different. Crazy . . .crazier that it came to mind. I'm not even in a science class this semester or anything. Oh well, I'm sure something triggered me to think that . . .jut don't ask me to tell you what.
And today I left my umbrella in the Nelke, don't you just hate leaving things behind? I sure do hope it's still there after class today . . .I like that umbrella very much and an umbrella is an excessively handy thing to have about.
Oh and it is very cloudy today, but I don't mind too much because I am wearing bright aqua tights and my hair is looking especially Gingerific today.

Goodbye March, goodbye sunshine, hello April and hello snow. I spent the weekend in Salt Lake, really Sugar House (if you're thinking: mmm sounds sweet and tasty, you are neither the first nor the last person to have had this thought cross your mind) and it was glorious, phantasmagoric even (but that's a lie, because it was not, in fact ghost-like . . .but ever since I learned that word from Poe's Fall of the House of Usher, I can't help but indulge myself in the incorrect use of it every now and again). But Erin and I did what we do best: talked, looked at magazines, talked, shopped, talked and watched movies oh yes and talked. I love going to visit her because the weekend is completely school-free, dorm-free, roommate whom you've never lived with before this year-free and last but certainly never least and never ever to be underestimated in its power: Provo-free.
This particular weekend was especially magnificent because 1. it was Conference Weekend and 2. we watched a movie I love but never get to see. I basically hate stupid-humor movies, you know stuff that's the redunka-stupid roll your eyes and become excessively frustrated type. But there is one movie that has always warmed my heart that is in this category, I didn't even have to ease myself into liking it (as with A Christmas Story, which I do love now) I liked the first moment I saw it and that movie and I am only slightly embarassed to say is Bubble Boy. I nearly pee every time I watch, I basically can't help myself. It's so redunk, but simultaneously precious and dare I say a bit tender. I'm not even ashamed to say one of the reasons I lalalove this movie is the fact that Jake is Bubble Boy and the way he says: I'd rather spend one minute holding you, instead of a lifetime wishing I could (or something to that effect . . .you get the point) and it's pretty well hysterical. So there you go I am willing to freely admit it: My name is Caitlin and I LOVE BUBBLE BOY!!! And I don't really even want to be rehabilitated, so there.
Oh and there are only 2 more weeks of classes/finals and only 11 more days until my Mommy comes to fetch me, what joy is mine!