writting blogs

Dear Blog,

Wah. Wah. Wah.

Ha. Ha. Ha.

The end.

('cause thats how most of my blogs go?)

I guess I'm just not in a mood for blogging.

Thanks,
Caitlin.

p.s. GO YANKEES!

New to Facebook.. haha

Ummm, so i'm tired of everyone asking me if I have a facebook... so I FINALLY got one.

yeah, I'm done. Link is on the page.

Paranormal Activity (sorry its long)

First, I have to tell you, then when it comes to horror movies, I am one tough person to impress. Movies about "possession" rarely got a gasp out of me. Movies like The Exorcism of Emily Rose and The Exorcist made me laugh more than they made me cringe.

Second, Anyone who knows me has heard me go on and on about Jason Hawes, Grant Wilson along with Steve and Tango of the TAPS Paranormal Investigation team based out of Warwick, Rhode Island and their very famous show Ghost Hunters on Syfy- (don't get me started on that new name) and know that I looooove that show. One of my old co-workers told me that she was once apart of a paranormal investigation team and me eyes lit up! The idea of collecting evidence to show anything out of the range of what we believe is physically possible- or even as Jason and Grant say, disproving what the mind thinks is out of the ordinary, is crazy, ridiculous, and best of all.... FUN as HELL! (literally?)

I had heard about this movie that looked very Blair-Witch, Open Water, Cloverfield-esk, but had to do with the paranormal- I was intrigued. It made me think, with Discovery Channel coming out with a new show this season called Ghost Lab, and that stupid ass show on A&E about some kid who locks his team up overnight and is way too dramatic for their own good- has Hollywood cashed in on this growing field of horror? I did some more poking around on the internet and looked on youtube.com for some good old fashioned TAPS moments to get me into the mood of my very own investigation, when I found some "evidence" that someone had put together of what appears to be Grant fubbing some evidence to make it seem paranormal- when it obviously was not....

Why do I have this obsession with the paranormal? Do I blame it on the fact that when I was a child, the only movie I ever wanted to watch was GHOST with Patrick Swayze and Whoopi Goldberg before going to bed? I don't really know, but it has become more and more of an overwhelming curiosity...

Unfortunately, the movie Paranormal Activity has not started up in the rinky-dink theatre we have in Salisbury, so my wait would have to be just a bit longer than I had hoped.... until I made plans to go see Kayla in Virginia Beach, and found out the VA Beach theatre (the only one in VA) was ACTUALLY playing it... and my inner girly girl went OHHH MYYYY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I TOTALLY WANT TO SEE THAT.

It took some convincing for Kayla and Tony to go, but once the tickets were bought- that was it! We were done!! (Unless it was any worse than District 9... then I'd just have to leave the theatre disappointed again.)

It started out just as I had expected: introduce the characters as normal and plain joe and jane, a loving couple with the same problems as everybody else but with the whole "I've been a target for paranormal activity since I was 8" thing. The dialogue was unrehearsed, the fights were real, the reactions were perfect. Then the camera was set up in the bedroom, wide angle on the whole bed, and down the hall... the kids next to me kept saying "take your damn top off... I want to see her boobs!" After rolling my eyes and turning my attention to the screen, something happened... my heart started to pound....

ba-boom.

ba-boom.

ba-boom.

time stamp on the bottom of the screen fast forwards an hour or so...

ba-boom.

ba-boom.

ba-boom.

the door creeks slowly as it moves about a foot, and then back to it's full open position.

ba-boom.

ba-boom.

ba-boom.

the screen goes black, and its daylight again. The review the evidence in the morning together, gasp and set it all back up for the next night. It continues for 3-4 weeks, we see the "highlights" of the paranormal goings-on...

By about the 14th night, when the screen went black, the crowd would all hold their breath, some would scream " JUST GET OUT OF THE %^&* HOUSE!" and girls would cover their faces with their fingers wide open to peek out from behind them. People would groan everytime a new night started because we knew something creepy was going to happen.

I'm not going to give any more details of the movie, but let me just say... leaving the movie theatre my throat was sore for my blood curdling scream that instinctively came rushing out of my chest, and the only question that remained was "WAS THE REAL?"

The answer is ....

No. it's not. I looked it up on the movie's website. I'm disappointed as hell,

because that would've been honestly... the scariest, most horrifying night of my life. Or at least it would've been until I set out own my own investigation and possibly met up with the same forces face to face, or ehm... black mass...

So, I don't want to hear it from anyone. "OMG that movie had no credits, it's real! Holy crap it's real! AHHH!

because it's not. & I'm sad. However, congrats to the writer, director, editor Oren Peli and the millions of dollars he will be getting for making this generations best horror flick... ever.

Telephone Conversations

So I'm pretty happy right now because I just got off the phone with my girl, Kiwi. Yes, her name is Kiwi and if you know her, well you're just that much cooler.

Anyway, I love it when you can not talk to a person for a while and then have a completly random conversation and have those moments of silence and be SO comfortable with them. I was reading something on the internet and she was doing something for a breif moment, honestly it was about 3 seconds, and I realized we were listening to each other breathe- which might be weird- but it was comfortable. We used to be able to sit in the same room for hours, or out on the porch smoking and not say a word.... and sometimes, just like in How I Met Your Mother we can have those Lily and Marshall moments where we can have a whole conversation with our eyes.

Its nice to have a friend where you can enjoy their company without having to make that pesky conversation.

I don't like talking much. Unless I'm ranting, and then I can seem to go on forever.
Bryan can tell you that.

........ .... ... ...... procrastination.

Looking down at the daily sales, seeing how not even a strong inositol sale with save our horrible day, the beep from the front door drags my eyes to the soft baby blues staring back at me. I immediatly smile and struggle to ask if there is anything I can do for the new comer. After a smile back and a polite nod no, he quickly walks to the back end of the store. I drop my head back down to the paper with the numbers.. those taunting numbers that seem to say: "You'll never achieve me." Just like everything else in this world.

Everyone has their woe story, tough times that make them a better person. Sometimes, I'll let people into my little woe story of my own. But since I have no idea on how to end it on a good note, I never feel the person is really listening to me. All they hear is; "wah, wah... haha, wah, and oh yea, WAHHH!!!" But it's getting to the point that I feel like NO one understands me, and the people that did or have known me well don't understand whats going on now. So I'm writing a story....

and it is coming. Just not yet.
I think I might procrastinate just a bit longer.

Because you don't want to read about that anyway.

Drugs and their Perscribers

Living in America is a wonderful thing...


I had a customer come in and tell me a wonderfully amazing story of how she met a man in Africa who gave a tribe a supplement to help keep them healthy, while all the other surrounding tribes fell sadly to AIDS over the course of months, his tribe was alive and well, for the next five years. What was this wonderful supplement?

I had the same customer tell me that when she asked her doctor of this wonderful supplement, he said that yes, he and his wife both take it. When she asked why she was never told of this "miracle" drug, he responded with; "I am not allowed to."

Being as that doctors are backed by the pharmaceutical companies, and let's face it, that's where the money comes from, why would doctors tell people about natural remedies for things that can help their condition? People would never come back to their doctors for things such silly things.

Yes the Internet as made it possible for people to do all their own research on things, but we all know that the Internet can and is all bullshit for the most part, but would you rather spend $15.99 on a supplement that has been used for thousands of years by the Chinese or south Americans where they get their foods from all natural sources, or do you want something that comes from out of a lab that can cost thousands of dollars (given, worst case scenario).

I once heard my friend say, dude... I'll never touch crack because that shit is man-made... I'll only do the shit that comes from the earth.... well this is the same theory, I guess.


P.S. The supplement is %^&*%^&$. Hey, I don't want to lose my job.

update

they broke up.

like almost immediatly after that blog.


i rule.



& i like her new boyfriend so much more. hah.

Get a Few Drinks in Ya....

Stephanie's mission is to build up my alcohol tolerance before my 21st birthday in T-MINUS 12 DAYS!

The other night I had two beers and felt a little tipsy. Tonight I haven't even had a beer and I've already loosened my collar enough to make a fool out of myself in front of her (boyfriend???) who lives like 5000 miles away...

not really. more like 400 but who's counting?

Boys need to get something through their thick skulls: when you are dating a girl... long distance relationship, and you get a chance to talk to her new best friend on the phone, you don't say nothing, listening to her talk and pretend to be zoning out the entire time. Saying things like...

uhh... okay and K
and things like WOW you use big words, like ones that I can't even pronounce

DOES NOT MAKE YOU LOOK GOOD....

& also,
don't be bitchy to your girlfriend....

I can pass judgements on your ass and then... hello guess who gets DUMPED... like Yesterday's Dog crap!?

-who keeps their dog crap for 24 hours anyway?

I'm not saying I have any power over who she dates, I'm just saying, I'm the one that has to talk to her about you and her relationship with you, so you better be smooth as a baby's fucking bottom, because the more I like you, the better advice I might be able to give on your long distance relationship bullshit....


JUST A THOUGHT.

3:00AM - Sudden Rush of Pain.

There I was, nestled in my bed with thoughts of tomorrow nowhere near my conscienceness, probably drooling and snoring, when I am awaken with a horrible crashing feeling that something just stabbed me in the uterus. Holy Crap! What the hell was that?

As the top half of my body shot up like a rocket, my eyes probably welling with tears from the sudden pain, I look at what sits at the bottom of my belly, and see nothing, but Thor.

Thor, the cat
jumped
from the bookcase
onto me
in the most private of areas
to make me cry
why would my loving feline friend do such a thing?


that hurt charlie. that really hurt.

New Place

As some of you may know, I have recently moved to a new place with two of my best friends. Here are some new exciting developments that have come into play:

1. As it turns out, boys are more afraid of mice than girls. [@ least in this household.]
2. Unfortunately, girls are more afraid of spiders. [damn, that's 1:1]
3. Never hit the second switch... you never know what it might turn off.
4. Gravity does not always work in our favor. Point: Just because the toilet is upstairs does not mean the poo goes down. [& honestly, does gravity ever work in our favor?]
5. Cardboard boxes hide the mess better than taking the crap out of the box.
6. Garbage tends to pile up when you realize that you have to pay for someone to pick it up for you.
7. Our priorities are in check. Internet was installed first before we bought our first gallon of milk.
8. Cats are hard to find when you are trying to keep them a secret from the landlord.
9. When the ad says "W/D Hookup" and then the place actually comes with a washer and dryer- there is a reason why the previous owners left them here.
10. Bringing cats from a completely carpeted apartment to a completely wood-floored house is hilarious to watch [apparently for hours].
11. When someone moves out who already had a TV, make them take it, or else you wind up with too many damn TVs.
12. Never take the bedroom that's next to the kitchen. (One night my room smells like popcorn, the next: hot dogs. Tonight: Spaghetti, Sauce and Italian Bread.)
13. Backyards are only nice when you have something to put on them.... besides a lawn mower.

A Whole Lotta Poems & Me.

I researched these poems and added a few lines, edited them and deleted a lot to make it my own. It took me several hours and gave it to a friend who was having a hard time dealing with his life. It descirbes who he used to be, and today I felt these words necessary again.

Edited poems by Andre Maurois, Sir Winston Churchill, Carlos Castaneda, and Helen Keller.Edited, Contributed, and Closed by Caitlin Mauger

Often we allow ourselves to be upset by small things that we should forget about at once.
Perhaps someone we helped has proven ungrateful,
Someone that we believed to be a friend, has spoken ill of us,
Some regard we thought we deserved, was denied to us.
We feel such disappointment so strongly,
That we can no longer work, or even sleep.
We loose many irreplaceable hours in brooding our grievances that in a years time,
Will be forgotten by us, and everyone else.
Let us devote our lives to worthwhile feelings and actions,
To great thoughts,
Real affections,
And enduring actions for others.
Life is too short to be little.
We choose how we should live;
Courageously or in cowardice,
Honorably or dishonorably,
With purpose, or in a drift.
We decide what is important,
And what is trivial in life.
We decide what makes us significant.
It’s either what we do, or refuse to do.
We decide, we choose.
And we decide and we choose,
So our lives are formed.
We either make ourselves miserable,
Or we make ourselves strong.
The amount of work is the same.
Life is either a daring adventure,
Or nothing.
When we do the best that we can,
We never know what miracle is wrought in our life,
Or in the life of another.
Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow.
One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.
No pessimist ever discovered the secrets of the stars,
Or sailed to an uncharted land,
Or opened a new heaven to the human spirit.
In the long run, pessimist may be proven right,
But the optimist has a better time on the trip.
An attitude of quality over quantity works only if you truly believe it.
But when the preacher of these words,
Spends his time in a quality that he does not approve,
And wouldn’t mind cutting his time here,
With his friends and family, a little short,
Not only is he fooling the crowd,
He is hurting himself.
A pessimist is someone who feels bad, when he feels good.
For FEAR he will feel worse when he feels better.
An optimist, looks at an oyster and expects to find a pearl,
A pessimist looks at an oyster and expects to ptomaine poisoning.
A pessimist sees the difficulty in every opportunity,
An optimist sees the opportunity in every difficulty.
Pessimists have no starters,
Optimists have no brakes.
An optimist laughs to forget,
The pessimist forgets to laugh.

Just when I was getting used to today, it became tomorrow.
Just when I had the confidence in you, I realized,
Confidence is what you have,
when you don’t really understand the situation.
I think that the life cycle is all backwards.
You should die first, to get it out of the way.
You should live twenty years in an old age home.
You should get kicked out when you become too young.
You should get a gold watch, and go to work.
You should work forty years until your young enough to enjoy retirement.
You should go to college, until your ready for highschool.
You should go to grade school, and become a little kid.
You should have to play, have no responsibilities, and become a little baby.
You should go to the womb, and spend your last nine months floating.
And you should finish off as a gleam in somebody’s eye.

Life both starts and ends with love.
And if you let no love into your life,
Your life will never start, and never end.
Yes, someday you will die, but you will realize,
You never lived to begin with.
Decide and choose.
Decide and choose which life to live, which path to take.
Wanting to die young is not a crime,
But make your youth worth living for.
Make the best of yours,
C.J.

old graphics

if you have ever kept a portfolio, you might know what I'm talking about here.

i was searching through some of my old graphics, trying to re-discover my love for them when I found this Reese Witherspoon graphic I made years ago. Honestly, it was made Sunday, June 1st, 2003, 6:14:15 AM. (for any of you who know your much older than me but don't like to realize how much older you are... you might want to skip the next line...) It shows you how bored I was my FRESHMAN year of high school. (Sorry for putting that in caps, I don't know what came over me!) Anyway, I found it... and I wanted to make this graphic again! I wish I was there again to figure out how I got to that point. I haven't made a graphic like this in so long... and making those posters for work made me realize HOW out of touch I am with my photoshop skills. I enjoy making graphics, but I'm sick of making graphics of celebrities. I want to advertise products now, which is why I had so much fun making the posters for the book.

From Freshman - Junior year of high school I had an online magazine called Watermark. My e-mailing list was over 7,000 teenagers long. They would send in requests of certain celebs and I would make it for them. It was a way of building my portfolio, talking to other graphic designers my age, and learning new tricks. However, now I find my portfolio has 400 celebrities, one book, and three movies. Boring.

I'm going to try to broaden my horizons, so if you have any ideas... comment!

Thanks,

Caitlin

Weight Gainers

As one of my current occupations, I work as a health enthusiast at a vitamin supply retail store. Yesterday, I had a very fun customer, of which I thought I should share with the masses.

This 97 lb kid walks into the store asking for some help. He wanted to start to gain weight so he could lift weights and turn his puny little body into a god like muscle warrior. He said his friend told him about some protein powders that help with the fatigue and lessen the amount of recovery needed after a hard workout.

I brought him to our selections. I was in the middle of telling him about creatine when he RUDELY interuppted me and asked a VERY RUDE question.

"Well, which one do you use?"

Pause. REWIND.

<< Do I look like a body builder? Do I look like I spend hours of time at the gym? NO!

Stop. Fast Forward >>

I immediatly responded without missing a beat...
"I'm on a healthy diet of double fudge cupcakes and venti caramel lattes."

His face became red, I smiled and he appologized. I had to tell him I was joking (which I was not) and referred him to one of the better tasting products that we sell. He paid for the purchase and left.

The moral of the story is this: don't ask a fat girl what weight gainer she uses. She may become sarcastic (and if you're lucky, she won't sit on you!)

Graphic Designer??

As some of you may have noticed, [it's posted like 10 times on here] that I am, indeed, a graphic designer. When did this happen? What does it take to become a graphic designer? Who knows. Honestly, I make graphics. Some people buy them. I started making them in fifth grade. The first graphic I sold was in eighth. It was a header for a website, along with some small icons to be placed as ads on other websites. My fee was $130. Not bad for a 1/2 hour worth of work. But the last graphic I made was a desktop, for myself. It has three friends and myself made into M&Ms from makemeanmnm.com or something like that. Fun, whatever. However, a friend made a request to have two graphics made to be placed up as signs for a release of a new book coming out! Not since the time when I worked in the grocery store has some type of graphic hung up in a real public place. So my work is first being "published" at a big chain bookstore! Not bad for a high school drop out who only makes graphics to pass the time. So what if its for my place of business, and its for a friend. Although it doesn't feel like a big deal - it is! How many people (without a college degree in the field, who don't get paid mega $$$) can say they have their "artwork" framed as a sign - promoting a new release - in a large retail store - able to be seen by hundreds of people!? First stop, here... next stop, promoting Coca-Cola in Times Square! Hey, ya gotta dream, right?