Daydreams anyone?

Ok, so I realized a little bit ago that I have some strange daydreams. I actually don't even know if I would consider them daydreams, it's more just like my imagination runs rampant sometimes. I don't really talk to myself, unless there is something I need to say aloud to myself. So I usually just think. Here's what caused me to think about how weird I am.

I came home from work today. I took a shower just about half an hour ago. While I was in the shower, I heard one of my roommates come home. Our front door is pretty squeaky so you can easily tell when the door opens. And that started it all. Here's how my "daydream" went:

It actually wasn't one of my roommates that came home, it was 2 burglars. They took advantage of me being in the shower and stole my laptop, my iPhone, our couch, our TV, and a couple pairs of my shoes. I sort of suspected it was not a roommate, so I yelled, "hello?" to see who was home, and the burglars responded in a girly voice with, "hello!" And then I said, "who's home?" And the burglar said, "it's me!" And I said, "who's me?" Then they busted the bathroom door open and yelled in a frustrated manly voice, "SHUT UP!" and took a blind shot at me (cuz I was behind the shower curtain) and killed me, and I fell down dead in the bathtub..

THEN I pulled a Goosebumps and made an alternate ending. When they came in and yelled, "SHUT UP!" I sensed that they were going to shoot, so I ducked right before they shot. They missed (victory). BUT THEN, I thought to myself, "oh crap, they will know I'm not dead because they didn't hear the 'thump' of my dead body falling.

And then something else interrupted my daydream.

I do this all the time. Think about stuff like this, that is. Does anyone else have daydreams like this? If not, I will just accept that I have the imagination of a 10-year-old boy who watches too much TV. I think the latter is what I'll count on. I'm just a 22-year-old female. It's fine.

WORK.

I went to work today, and recently I have come to realize many things, just by associating with the people I associate with. There are a lot, but here are a few:

1. Some men (a lot of men) act very differently when their wives are around, and it's kind of sad. For example, I have this regular who always comes in. He always talks flirty to me. Now, I'm not trying to toot my own horn. You could have a mullet and boobs down to your belly button, but as long as you are a female you will get hit on at Harbor Freight. Anyway, so this guy comes in every couple weeks if not more, never has a ring on (not that that ever got my hopes up or anything, or that I meant to notice, he's like 60, bleh), is always outgoing and happy, talks to me like he's my best friend, and it's whatever. Well, the other day he came in with his wife, was wearing his ring, yada-yada-yada. He didn't even look me in the eye when I was ringing him up or asking him questions. He was just really weird. It was really super awkward. Not that I should care or anything, or that I even DO care, but I don't understand why people are so different when they are with their significant other and when they're not. I'm not taking it personally, or thinking AT ALL that it's my doing that he was acting so weird. And maybe he was just having a bad day and didn't want to talk to me or anyone or whatever, but there have been several times that my regulars come in with a woman and are night and day different. I've never understood it.
2. People live up to their stereotypes quite often. I don't want to point out any specific examples because that is rude, but um, it's kind of annoying. People get upset that their particular race or ethnicity is stereotyped for something, but then they're "that guy." All the time.
3. My company could have its own reality TV show. HFT is the best place to people-watch. Ever. Okay picture this. Trannies, see-thru mesh tank tops "covering" the biggest muffin top you've ever seen, yellow pants (?!), hungry butts for days, socks from the 90's, Hungarian hair-do's, ... well scratch that, just Hungarians, men in short shorts, cul-de-sac hair, B.O., teen moms, full-body sweatsuits that are the same color top and bottom but different shades, war veterans, old women in metallic purple leggings, face tattoos, boys from da hood with an extra long pinky nail who come in just to buy a small scale (wonder what that could be for?), etc etc. Oh you know, I see all these on a regular basis. Sometimes I have to catch myself when I start staring at someone, especially when they're talking to me.
4. I look Mexican. This is how scarce polite manners are at my store- I get asked, "hablo espanol?" or "speaka da spaneesh?" FAR more times than people say, "excuse me" before asking me a question.
5. I also look like I'm 17? I can't count how many times people have asked me if I'm still in high school. Not a big deal. Not offensive.
6. People don't always mean what they say, especially when they have accentos. For example. If someone says they want a 'yak', what they really want is a JACK. If they say they want a 'yumper', they actually want a JUMPSTART. If they say they want a 'bakrum', they just simply want a VACUUM. And, if they say they want a 'shane', no, they do not actually want Shane, they just want some CHAIN.



Well, my job is interesting to say the least.

Jugular Impact.

Band name.

Stefani Germanotta...

I got my car last week! FINALLY. I'd been carless for about 8 months. And this is now the 6th car I have driven since getting my license less than 6 years ago. Two of the past cars were totaled in accidents, one just went to crap, and the other two I borrowed from some gracious people. So I am SO excited to finally have my own car again. It is a '91, so naturally it has some shakes and rattles. But it gets the job done. So I can't complain. Here it is:

I haven't decided on its gender yet, nor have I decided on a name. It is hard, naming a car. My white Ford was named Kitty, because when the alternator started to go out, the car would purr every time I would shift gears. It was kind of funny. I need a name!

So I got the car Friday, Adam went with me to the bank to close on my loan and everything. Then Kacy and Tricia followed me down to Sierra Vista on Saturday night so I could give my grandparents their truck back. It's always an adventure whenever us three go anywhere. Oh gosh. All we do is laugh. And watch videos of Lady Gaga before she was Lady Gaga (her real name is the title of this post LOL). And get giant Icee's that apparently look like they're from the 70's? And try to get the border patrol guys to lighten up. And get lost. And pronounce words wrong. And take pictures. Here's Kacy with her giant Icee:
Haha. She was so excited about it. Anyways. Ooh! Along with getting a car, I also got an iPhone! I love it. It's a good time. So I guess you could say it was a pretty big week in the life of Caitlin. Yeehaw.

My latest RAVE.

Ok so. Most people don't know this about me, but I used to be a nail polish fanatic. When I was little (before the fancy-shmancy nail pens they now have), I would paint a design or picture on my nails for every occasion- Christmas, winter, Halloween, St. Patrick's Day, school assemblies, Kwanzaa (black nail polish), etc. So I've been into nail polish for a long time. I downsized my enormous collection to just about 20 can't-live-withouts, and gave the rest to my little sister Aleigha, who has caught on to the craze. Anyway, I FINALLY got this new nail polish, it's from Katy Perry's new line, it's called BLACK SHATTER. I have been trying to get this stuff for months now. Seriously. I went to every beauty store (except ULTA) trying to find it, and then read in a mag that ULTA would have it. So I went there. Every time I went they were out! Every dad-gum place that sold it was always out of it. I was beginning to give up hope. And Adam was beginning to get very annoyed with my persistence. I even told his sister Bethany about it. Well, the other day, Bethany texted me and said, "I have shatter nail polish for you!" And I got so excited. Apparently her friend works at ULTA. And her friend said that employees get first dibs from stuff that comes on the shipment, hence why it gets sold out so quick. So Bethany had her friend buy two of them when they came, and she gave one to me. It is everything I dreamed of. Ha. But seriously. It's cool. I've used it on top of pink, green, and silver nail polish, and so far I like it with silver the best. It just looks.... awesome. End of story. Here's a pic. It looks better in person haha. Oh, and ignore the 4-year-old paint job. I haven't touched it up yet lol.

frustration at its finest.

Hi,

So um... here's the deal. Today marks the first or second day of Spring Break 2011. I requested today and tomorrow off because I was going to visit my sister Jael in Vegas. BUT. I didn't have enough money too. Stupid money. So I kept my requested days off, because I just decided I didn't want to work for 2 days. So I'm not. And it's beautiful. Anyway. Here's how my day has gone so far. I woke up at 6:30 on my day off, not bitter. At about 8:00 I went to my work (on my day off, sad I know) to have my manager fill out a form so that I can get an auto loan. WHICH, by the way, (tangent) I should be getting my little 4runner within a week. Cross your fingers! This will only be the 6th car I have driven in the less than 6 years I've been driving, no biggie. So I really hope this works out. Anywho. So I had my manager fill out this form, then I used the fax machine at work to fax all my papers to the lady from the bank. So hopefully I'll hear back from her today. But so I was done around 8:30. My work is near the east side of Tucson. Well. I've heard about this really delicious Hawaiian restaurant on the far east side that is supposed to be really good. They are also the only restaurant in Tucson that sells malasadas, which are Hawaiian donuts (see pic). Jael and I got hooked on them when we were in Hawai'i, so I was really excited to email her a picture (since she doesn't have picture messaging) and rub it in her face. So I went down there, saw that they don't open til 10:30, and I was like, "ok, that's fine, I can go to Ross until then." So I go to Ross, but they didn't open til 9:30, and it was only 9. So then I find Big Lots, which opened at 9. Hallelujah. I walked around there for a bit, then when there was nothing else to look at I went to Ross. I tried on a couple things, bought a couple things, left, and it was only 10:15. So then I went to Walgreens and bought a bottle of water cuz I was thirsty. Then I waited in my car til 10:30. THEN. I went back to Lani's Luau. It was 10:35. I pulled on the door and it was locked. I was like wtf. Then I looked at the hours sign. It said: Tues-Sat: 10:30-whatev. Sun-Mon: CLOSED. I AM SO ANGRY I WANT TO KILL A LAMB. ugh. This is the only time I've been to that side of town in liiiiike 3 months. NOW what am I supposed to do! BLAH. So now, here I am, sitting on my bed eating my Panda Express. It doesn't even taste good. Ok I'm being dramatic. But I even had planned out what I was going to order! I looked on their menu online like a week ago! I was going to get: malasads, lumpia, and saimin. Instead I got orange chicken and spring rolls :( Moo.

Mr. Shane

I just realized something. There is a lot that I want to write about. And I know hardly anyone will read this, but that's ok. There is just a lot on my mind. Lately I've been thinking a lot about Shane. It's been weird. For some reason, when I was at the YSA activity at Old Tucson, I was sitting in the bleachers waiting for the show to start and people were coming in, and, I don't know, I guess I was waiting for Shane to show up. I caught myself staring off into the crowd of incomers. And that's kind of just been on my mind since then. I know that's really weird and I sound kind of creepy, but I don't know why that happened. Shane was one of my very best friends. He was one of my first friends when I moved to Cienega, and it was all uphill from there. We did crazy things together. All the time. With other people, just us 2, whatever. Even when we worked at Papa John's together, it was always fun. We honestly didn't do anything boring. If we did, I can't remember. Even when we would have conversations late at night, I genuinely had a good time. He was just a funny, quirky guy. He had a hard time opening up to me sometimes and being honest with me, which kind of frustrated me sometimes because I still have questions, but he was a really really good friend. I remember when I got into my car accident at Cienega's parking lot when I was picking Kimo up after school, Shane was there and the kid who hit me started arguing with me that it was my fault. I'd never been in an accident before and had no idea how to handle it, and I was shaking for some reason. But Shane went over to the kid and started yelling in his face that it wasn't my fault. I think it was bad that I started to smile in a situation like that. But Shane was cool like that. We would mess around with each other and make fun, but he would always stand up for me in serious situations. Shane made my last 2 years of high school so much better than I thought it was going to be. I had a really hard time adjusting and opening myself up to people, because everyone I knew and was comfortable with was at Mountain View. But I think I can vouch for everyone in saying that I feel like I've known Shane forever.

When Shane went on his mission we wrote back and forth. We made a sort of pact in my journal that we would write each other every week. We made a couple pacts in my journal actually haha. I kind of fell behind and resorted to emailing, because I type faster than I write and it was more convenient. But Shane was diligent in writing me hand-written letters, many of which included pictures of his mission. I remember the first DVD he sent me, videos of his first 6 months. I remember thinking, all he does is make videos! But they made me laugh. He was just himself. He wasn't trying to impress anyone cuz he was on a mission or whatnot, he was himself. And I think that's why everyone in his mission loved him. I still have the 2 bracelets Shane had made for me in Guatemala. One said "LIPS" and one said "TE AMO MISSIONARIO." Haha. Shane always talked about how big my lips were and compared them to Leona Lewis'. And I know Shane didn't make that bracelet himself, so it was kind of embarrassing knowing that Shane asked some Guatemalan girl to make a bracelet for some girl with big lips haha. But I wore it for a good week after I got it. Shane called me on all 4 holidays he got to call home. We would talk for over an hour or however many minutes he had left on his card after talking to his family. It probably wasn't allowed, but it happened. When we talked on the phone we just picked up where we left off. It wasn't awkward, or weird, it was just Shane. We just talked.

When Shane got home, things were a little different for him and I. I was/am dating Adam, and he started dating Alyssa. We didn't see each other as much, or even talk as much. We tried to go to lunch a couple times but things always got in the way- my car broke down, he had to work, just stuff. We talked on the phone a few times, but we both knew things had changed. He was still one of my best friends, but I think that because we were both dating people we were both cautious of how and when we talked to and saw each other, whereas before his mission we really didn't care what people thought of us. Not us individually, but him and I. People always thought we were dating, but we didn't care. We were just really good friends. And after he got back we both realized we couldn't be so carefree about our relationship. But he was still the same Shane. I knew that he would be there if I never needed to call him; I knew he would listen. Even still, I go to text him or something and then I realize I can't do that anymore. I miss Shane. I miss his humor, I miss his wittiness, I miss his friendship. And while it's taking me a while to adjust to him not being here, I can't wait to see him again!

My first post! Big day.

So I don't know how to start these posts, I'm used to "dear diary." Whatev. This is my first post, but I'm actually pretty excited about this. I've heard it's good to post some facts about yourself as an introductory thing, so here it is:

1. I am in college, working on my 3-year plan at Pima. It is as awesome as it sounds.
2. I have an intense addiction to chocolate. No really, there are days when I go to bed and I think to myself, "hey, I didn't have any chocolate today. That sucks." That happened 2 nights ago actually.
3. I don't like to talk about myself, but when I do, it is mostly about my growing up years. They were fun. And I was crazy. I sometimes miss being crazy.
4. I work at a tool store, and I will hit my 3-year mark in May. That too, is as awesome as it sounds.
5. I have a hard time making up my mind. With everything. From what I want to eat, to what I want to do in life. Sometimes I like my chill, laid-back, up-for-anything attitude, but sometimes it kicks me in the butt. Like right now, with school.
6. I tell myself I would love to skydive, but I think I am kidding myself. I think I would poop my pants. And I think about that regularly.
7. My best friend Adam also happens to be my boyfriend. I like him, I like him a lot.
8. I live with 3 roommates who are crazy and loud and hilarious and they reek of awesome.
9. I have this secret love of volleyball. Not many people know about it, but it's true. I really love to play. Sand, indoor, coaching, watching. I love it all. Oh, and I love wearing spandex. Number 1.
10. I want to see the world. Literally. Not from space though. I want to go to New Zealand, Italy, South Africa, Tahiti, Australia, Alaska. But I really don't care to see Japan or China or Russia...
11. I'm an avid watcher of The Bachelor Season 15. I don't know what it is; that show is just drama and I really think it's the dumbest idea ever, but I can't stop watching it! They sucked me in, darn them.
12. My bed is one of my favorite places to be. I'm addicted to sleeping. I sleep well more than 1/3 of my life.
13. I like being happy. It is my most favorite thing.
14. I absolutely LOVE shows like The First 48, Cops, and America's Most Wanted. I'm addicted. I also love shows that interview former serial killers and talk about their life and what led up to all that. I think it's fascinating.

Well that's all I could think of so...

Let me explain my blog title, I know it sounds weird. One time, I don't remember how long ago it was, at least 5 or 6 years, my family and I were eating dinner together and we were eating something fried. I actually think my mom had made eggrolls that night, and with the leftover wrappers she would cut them up, fry them, and pour cinnamon sugar on top. Well we had some of those on the table, and either I or my sister Jael said, "this is some fried goodness." And it was at that point, that we realized that "fried goodness" would be a great band name. So, Jael and I made it our own little joke or whatever you want to call it, that whenever one of us saw or thought or said a weird random phrase that we thought would make a good band name, we would tell, text, or call each other and just say, "hey. band name." We kept that up for a good couple years, but now it's gotten a little slower. I still run phrases through my head, wondering if that phrase would look good on some punk rocker's shirt. I just don't tell Jael about all of them, cuz her phone would be blowing up all day. Some of my other ones that I remember are Caitlin Wins, Copyright Infringement, Bloody Knees, etc. But "Fried Goodness" started it all. I just think it's so funny that it was just a dumb minute conversation about dinner that happened more than a few years ago, but it is still one of my little odd habits.