Here's the thing of it: I really, really don't like it when people say something when they have nothing to say . . .but it's not like I don't have anything to say, I just don't know what to say. Re-entry into anything is difficult, so I'm using this as the re-entry:
For no particular reason or many particular reasons I stopped writing and now I've begun again, I add to the secret note.
Now I can write with no weirdness between us.

Here's the thing of it: I'm home, home on the range in Oklahoma. And it would be my unending pleasure to recite the condensed version (and I'll categorize the events by place)
Provo: Mayhem and foolishness of packing, finals and good-bye breakfasts, which was at once tender and pull-your-hair-out/
Salt Lake City: Cotten girl time! Magazines, movies, shopping and laughing, laughing, laughing was the order of the three days we spent together.
Provo: More and more packing and yes, falling down the stairs. I can't make this stuff up, people, I fell down the stairs with a box of dishes and the most precious bird salt and pepper shakers and the box of my beautiful and fantastical Magic Bullet. I just missed a step and KABOOM . . .ow. And my RA came out and I said: I fell down the stairs and she said: well yeah. And that's that, quite frankly. And a whole herd of deer prancing across the street to the baseball fields.
On the road in Utah: lots of dead deer on the side of the road ( I counted 7 and then became depressed and had to stop). And a picture of "The Hole in The Rock."
Colorado: llamas, llamas, everywhere. The good people of rural Colorado love them a good llama. Don't ask me why.
New Mexico: Antelope . . .have you ever seen antelope?
Texas: cows and a stinky feed lot and the giant I-40 cross and an American Idol Happy Meal toy . . .buy one, experience it, there are almost no words to describe the hours parody-games played in Ace as we passed pasture after pasture .
Oklahoma: delicious sweeping plains, lots of wind and the sweet feeling of almost being to a private bathroom, lovely shower, glorious bed and (almost most importantly) to get out of poor Ace, who had a hole in his muffler and was beginning to drive us to lunacy.
Now it's onward ho to summer! And what a comfortable and lovely feeling!
Oh and I watched all of PR in one day and in one word: FIERCE (ps stay tuned for thoughts on that)

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!

Here is something I have learned: people live by rules. I know you think um, duh, the law, school rules etc. But I mean that people live by a strict set of personal rules they make for themselves sans the what other people tell them to do. Oh outside sources influence these rules, but they don't dictate them, I suppose you could call them habits, but I think they go beyond habit. And I'm not talking about morals either, these are the quirky things we make ourselves live by because we think it's what makes a good life or what a pretty life looks like in our heads or because we're all a little bit crazy (as well as racist, which this piece is not,in fact about). . .I'm not judging this process, heck I even do it, I just think it's amusing. So next time someone tells you that they hate rules and think they're dumb, you can just smile at them because 1. that's a rule 2. all people set some kind of boundary for themselves. Let me just tell you about some:
My roommate has a rule that she can't eat the same thing twice in one day. It's nearly an impossibility, so when other people do it she has an issue over it (and she tries to hide it . . .but when you live with someone for almost eight months it gets hard to miss what they're really thinking, but maybe that's just me). Today my other roomie told her to have peanut butter toast, but she can't because she had it for breakfast, I'm pretty sure she physically can't. A rule she lives by.
A girl upstairs hates celebrating her birthday, she says it's fake and she hates getting gifts because she never gets what she wants. She doesn't like the attention, she lives by a rule: to keep the spotlight off of herself.
My darling friend has a strict code of conduct when it comes to color and especially color pairing. No black with brown (this would be The Big No-no) no navy with black (because you'll look like a bruise) no white bottoms (skirts, pants, and dresses) when it is cold/snowy/wintertime. Nothing too psycho or neon paired together, because you'll look obnoxious and heinous (which really is true, isn't it?). This rule is directly related to her dressing rules (if people have no other rules, they most definitely have these, most lists are extensive and have very complex and subtle 'but' clauses and appendices lettered A-Q, these are the most fascinating of all personal codes of conduct to me).
I guess one of mine is that I wear socks to bed when I spend the night at a hotel. I never ever sleep with socks any other time, but I basically have to in a hotel . . .ok if I'm going to be completely candid, sigh, I don't (generally) go barefoot at all in hotels, except (albeit reluctantly) in the shower. But wearing the socks to bed is beyond legit, and not . . .really not, it's not a raional thought, but it's how I feel. So here: I have a fear that I'll be particularly active in the night, make the bottom sheet come loose and then I'll feel the hotel mattress . . .ICKY. There's is just something about that idea that makes me just get the ever-lovin' heebie-jeebies. So there you go, a wierd thing I live by, quite staunchly, I think if none of the above illustrated the point I was trying to get out in the universe, my rule did it.
Oh and I have a set of three precious and perfect little ringlets bouncing directly next to my right ear.

Do you ever see someone and think: wow we'd be a good match. I mean he's typing on your mac book, you have a Mac Jacobs. He's sitting in the HFAC, looking equal parts artsy and studious, hello . . .you too. And he's wearing these well-fitted jeans a really great pale blue shirt with a coral tie and a vest with converse and you are looking equally adorable in your boho dress, leggings and fetish necklace. That happens to you? Yeah . . .I can't imagine anyone being so stalkerish, perhaps you ought to get a hobby, or actually work on that homework you have sitting in front of you.
Oh and I bought yogurt-covered raisins at Wal-Fart yesterday.