I can't believe it's been nearly two months since I've last updated everyone on what's going on in this corrupt world. This update will be short and sweet, but I promise to try and update sooner in the future.

This past Wednesday, while the freshmen, sophomores and juniors where taking the PSAT, the seniors went to their yearly picnic at the ASF (Alabama Shakespeare Festival) park. During lunch, and while the seniors were still gone, the juniors continued the tradition of pranking the seniors and covered all of the senior lockers with serum wrap, and, with duct tape, spelled out 'Juniors' on the lockers. Then, they took some of the seniors couches to the auditorium, some out to the parking lot and placed them by the seniors' cars, and left two couches in the hall covered with serum wrap with pebbles inside and trash. It was pretty freakin' hilarious. Now the juniors and seniors are at war. This will prove to be a very interesting year at LAMP...

I'm not going to post anymore, because my fingers are frozen, despite having gloves on.

Liebe,
Caity

Tropical Storm Fay

Right now, I hate Tropical Storm Fay. You want to know why? Because now I can't go to the all-day outdoor concert! I'm stuck inside doing homework and keeping myself busy somehow. Why couldn't the storm come next weekend? Any day but today! I would have liked it if it came during school....tehehe

Well, I believe I promised a blog every Saturday, and today is Saturday! Yay! At this very moment, I'm talking to a pen pal in Sweden, watching the storm outside, doing German homework, listening to music, and, of course, blogging. I'm quite the multitasker, aren't I?

Great, now the closed fireplace in my room is leaking. My stereo got a little wet. Noo! Anything but the stereo! Don't worry, it'll live.

I should probably finish my German homework. I've been on the same question for almost an hour now. Hehe...I'm easily distracted by shiny objects. Yay for shiny objects!

I can't think of anything to post right now. I'll probably go and talk to my pen pal some more, and DDR. Yes, DDR is now a verb.

Liebe,
Caity

My Haitus

Wow, has it really been almost six months since I've last posted? It's not like anyone reads this anyways, but I still pretend that someone does.

A lot has happened, but I'll paraphrase it so my blog won't take over an hour to read. I'm sure some people out there are relieved!

I recently turned fifteen on July 30. I can drive now! Too bad I don't have a driver's license. But I do have a shiny car. It makes me super happy. It's a 1997 850 Volvo, if anyone cares. My friend, Jacki, named it Jumbie. Looong story of how that name came to be.

I will now talk about my school schedule. This next section is actually on my live journal, just to let you know.

Honors English 10:
I love this class and hate it at the same time. How? I don't know. Maybe it's because the teacher is funny and sarcastic, and the work is painful. I hate analyzing literature, because I can't do it! I do not know how interpreting In Cold Blood will benefit me in the future. If you can, please tell me.

Honors Chemistry:
I. Hate. Science. Whether if it is biology, chemistry, physics, physical, I hate every branch of science. I think the only exciting thing in this class is when we saw sodium blow up by being put into water.

AP US History:
I was a little skeptical about this class at first. Maybe it was because it's a college equivalency course? That has to be it. But I LOVE the teacher! He was terrifying at first, but I now realize that he's hilarious. Even though he says one thing, admits that he lied, and I find out later that he was telling the truth, he makes everyone laugh. Sometimes by picking on certain students (don't worry, they don't mind), and sometimes by making fun of certain events in history.

Health:
At first I was a little scared about this class, because my first impression of the teacher wasn't a good one. Every time I met her, she was angry at someone. But when I entered her class on the first day, she made everyone in the room laugh. I'll be sad when the semester ends and I leave her class forever.

Algebra II/Trig:
I'm not that sure about Algebra II yet. I already knew the teacher since she's also the scholar's bowl coach, but math is just...math. I like it (and I can hear everyone booing at me), but I usually can't wait to get out of the class. That could also be because it means only two more classes till the end of the day.

German III:
I've had the same teacher now for 3.25 years. I love German, but that's only because I love to learn new languages. I dream of being an interpreter or a translator one day. Yes, there is a difference between the two!

Art 1:
I'm scared of this class. No, it's not because I'm chromophobic (the fear of colors), but because I CAN'T DRAW!! I love the teacher though. On the hallways, she always asks me how I'm doing and stuff like that. She's extremely nice, and she plays music in the classroom! Yay for music!

Classes I'll be taking next semester:

Driver's Ed:
Woohoo! I get to drive a car to pass a class! That might not be a good thing though...

Scholar's Bowl:
I love this extra-curricular activity, so I'm sure I'll love the class. I even heard there's only eight people in the class! Yay!

That's a lot, isn't it? I'm use to it. I'm hoping my schedule next year will include two foreign language classes instead of one. Should I take French or Spanish? I'm sorting of leaning toward Spanish...

Tomorrow I get to go to an all-day outdoor concert called En Fuego! Yay! But with the threat of Tropical Storm Fay...I don't know how that is going to end up. Please cross your fingers and pray that it does not rain!



I'm hoping that in the future I may be able to type half of it in German (don't worry, the exact translation will be on here!). I don't know why I want to do that. Maybe because I want to increase my ability of the German language? Who knows...

In the future, I'm going to try to update every Saturday. Yes, I know this is Friday. I just felt like blogging before I forgot everything. This means that I might put up a blog tomorrow! Yay!

Until next time,

Liebe,
Caity

One Saturday Night

Ever wonder why you were put on this earth? Maybe to become the next president. Or maybe to become the next great movie or broadway star. Me? I have no idea what I was put on earth for. In the last month, I've switched my hopeful future career from being an archaeologist to a forensic anthropologist to a fashion designer. I'm still on fashion designer and I love it. Now I just need to learn how to sew...(the image to your left was not done by me)

Anyways, no one, not even my friends, know about this. Maybe I should tell them. How would they react? Would they think I'm serious or would they just laugh at me? After all, I go to a school that's about making future leaders, not future fashion designers. But if they were my friends, they wouldn't care, right? They should be happy for me!

Maybe later on(once our scanner is fixed or once we get a new one) I'll upload some of my designs. They're nothing fancy(I mean, they are no Betsy Johnson!), but just some basic dresses and outfits. I first have to show them to my friends. Wish me luck, my imaginary friends who read this!

Liebe,
Caity

Pens and Why They Are Evil

The other day in Speech and Debate class(yesterday), I had to give a speech about an object I pulled out of a box. Guess which one I got. A pen. What would you talk about with a pen you might ask? It's very simple.

What does one usually think about when you see or hear the word pen? I think about school, and all the essays you have to right for English or any other classes. Those long, boring essays that you stay up all night writing if you procrastinate like me. I also think about how the ink always dies out on the second sentence, wanting me to fail school. Then I throw the pen across the room in frustration, causing the other pens to turn against me after I abuse one of their brothers. So in a way, a pen decides your future. Weird, huh? So see, pens are evil! I prefer pencils until they run out of lead. Then it starts the whole cycle again.

I hope you liked my little rant about pens. That is not the only thing I am going to talk about. I am going to talk about my obsessions with eighties music. Does anyone else think that's its weird for a fourteen-year-old to like eighties music? I actually know who The Waitresses are and Kim Wilde. Go Kim Wilde! That is all I am going to talk about for now. Talk to you guys later! Ciao!

커ㅣ이ㅌㅣ(It's my name in Korean, I think)

The Pilot Episode

Hello fellow bloggers! The name by which you may call me is Caity. My friend and I have another blog, cattyjacki, but I have decided to start my own. (My friend also has her own blog, crazyinxs)

I am currently fourteen years of age, and I am a freshman at a high school. It's very difficult there, especially since it's one of the top schools in the nation(kind of ironic that it's in Alabama, huh?).

Anyways, I have two cats and one dog who get along very well(that was NOT sarcasm). I get angry at my oldest cat a lot because he marks my room constantly. Oh well, the consequence of having a cat.

I have nothing much to say about me, but maybe later on as the days pass by. I hope you people out there constantly check my blog!

Liebe,
Caity