YES! I win!

I finally figured out how to spell N-E-C-E-S-S-A-R-I-L-Y all by myself... I'm very proud. Necessarily. I'm much cooler as a person now. Just, FYI.

Friends, the other white meat.

So I'm going to blog about my friends. All of them. Because I love them all.

(in alphabetical order)

Blalex- I call him little brother. I drive him home after every time we hang out. He's also the baby of the bunch at only 17. He is AMAZINGLY smart and intellectual. He's a great friend and says the best things at the best times. Just last night we had the best conversation about splicing humans with birds so we can make humans with wings. Smart I say, smart.

Gerry- Patrick's girlfriend, but more importantly, my friend. We have some amazing things in common: Sailor Moon, love of cats, and other things. She's a lovely hostess and always welcomes us into her home. Gerry didn't start in the original group of friends, but we are so VERY happy to bring in her in.

Izzie- My BFF. She'll be moving into Malia's apartment because otherwise she'd be homeless. We are looking to move in together. We confide in one another and find each other absolutely hilarious, two things I think are very important in friendship. Though she does lack in the observant category. (inside joke!)I will always come rescue her. And she will always do what she can for me. Together, we're quite a team. She's the best.

Ko- My personal ninja. Not really, but he is Japanese. English is his second language and this often times makes him feel shy, but once you get to know him well, he's a total crack up. Ko is hilarious. I can't imagine what our group would be like if we didn't have him.

Kris- I've know Kris the longest. My first impression of Kris went something like this, "Wow, that guy gives me some weird vibes." Now my impression is, "I love Kris!" I believe that this group of friends makes Kris be a little better. He is one of the smartest people I've ever met. Kris is great.

Kurt- He is the boy. THE boy. I am very VERY pleased to announce that I am over him. No left over feelings at all, except friend ones. I still think he is a rad kid and I'm happy to be his friend. I've recently been really mean to him. But now I'm ready for a truce. Kurt brings out the funny in me. He lets me laugh at the immature things in life, like poop on the board. And attending. And I'm pretty sure he isn't actually gay.

Patrick- He got a whole post to himself. Patrick is great. I visit him at work like, all the time. Tonight he will get to meet his hero, Bruce Campbell. For that I am happy. If you want to know more, see post below.

Tamsyn- My BFF. I recently spent almost 72 hours STRAIGHT with her. And after all that, I was not tired of her. In fact I MISSED her. She understands me. We feel like we are the SAME people as we have a butt load in common. She has some very weird idiosynchracies, which I recognize and appreciate. For example, she's bad at sarcasm and acts very underwhelmed even if she totally isn't. I'm glad to have her in my life. And I will ALWAYS be there for her. She's the best.

I love these friends. I LOVE THEM. They take me for who I am. I actually feel like they love me too. We've survived a failed attempt of two of us dating, among other stupid stuff. This attests to the strength and bond of us. I couldn't have better friends. I just LOVE having friends. I just LOVE making friends, and I'm continuing to make them. I can see Steve becoming a new friend, as well as Nathan. Erin is a blast. Satheara, a HOOT. People never cease to make me smile and amaze me (in a good way). I love people.

Check this out!!!

I'm really awesome!

I'm semi-famous.

I have failed lately...

at what? Important things. Like getting up in the morning to get to work on time. This morning I was a full hour late. I think it means that I need to spend more time doing the important things, like sleeping. I've also failed at being funny/amusing/interesting. I'm attributing this all to lack of sleep. You better believe that tonight, I'm not only taking a nap, I'm going to bed early. I also haven't been the nicest person lately, thereby failing to be nice. Especially to Kurt. Granted, he was a little bit of a butt-head to me, but that doesn't mean that I have to be a butt-head to him. So I won't be. I'll be nice. I've failed at banking. I recently overdrafted... twice. I fail at dating nice boys. I fail at having the appropriate amount of Christmas spirit, and was a big ol' brat about it a couple nights ago. I fail at being healthy. I eat at McDonald's frequently enough to notice a difference in the oil they fry french fries in. I haven't succeeded in being a good friend to those who've been my good friend.

But, I'm happy. Even with all these failures. Scratch that. Because of these failures. (at least some)

"What I'm Grateful For" a blog post by Caitlin Hite

I'm feeling rather grateful right now. Grateful for friends. More specifically, good friends. And most specifically, Patrick. He is the bomb when it comes to being a good friend. I feel inspired to quote the Aquabats. "Friends help each other anyway they can. If you're in a pit, they'll help you out of it." Pretty much I was in a pit last night. A pit full of pity. And Patrick grabbed me by the arm and helped me out. He helped me get over that boy the best way I think a person can. By fabricating awesomely hilarious rumors about the boy and then making strong cases proving them to be true. Obviously these rumors won't be spread around like peanut butter on a piece of toast. I'm not sure why I used a simile there, but I like it. Patrick is a super rad (another freaking Aquabats reference! I think it's a sign that I need to listen to them more...) friend. He's pretty much awesome. Much more awesome than any dumb boy.

So, about that boy...

he no longer likes me.

Merry freaking Christmas!

You got to admit, this is pretty awesome...

http://www.dayofawesomeness.com

I'm totally down for celebrating.

Also, I just kissed a boy. Which is awesome.

I'm moving!

To CHICAGO! I can't even believe it. I have so much to do, such an already busy life, and I'm freaking out. I can't even understand how it happened, if it's possible, or what exactly I should do next. I don't want to talk about it/think about it, because I will miss my Portland BFFs in such a big way, and all I want to do right now is enjoy my time left here. I'm freaking out.

Oh yeah, I'm going to Chicago to study with The Second City, the premier improv group in the country. It's a semester studies program through Columbia College in Chicago. I'll be taking 16 credits in comedy writing, acting, history, and other stuff. It's going to be an amazing experience. I can't wait. But I can. But I can't. But I do. But I don't. But... this is going to be a life changing experience, I can feel it. This could help me be famous. If that's what I want. I don't know. I can't tell anything anymore.

You want to start a fight?

Oh bother.

NON-Date Status Update.

I've been on a date. With the second non dater I mentioned in the original post. His name is Jarrod. I never need to go on a date with Jarrod again. He's a fine guy. Just not my fine guy. I've obviously mellowed a little on this topic. I realized that I don't actually want to date anyone right now. Dating freaks me out. I'm cool with just having some dude friends and hanging out with those dude friends with the rest of my other friends. Yeah.... freaking me out. I don't want to date you.


I'm cool with being a lone wolf.

But, if I change my mind, be the first in line (but not Jarrod). Honey I'm still free. Take a chance on me.

Way to go ABBA slash Mamma Mia! for knowing exactly how I feel into words. haha.

Also, I saw Mamma Mia! four times in theaters. Twice normal, twice SING ALONG!!! It was amazing.

I've been working on a post called, "Christmas List: An Addendum" I learned that word, addendum, in college. I love it.

I've got the scoliosis...

it's very mild, but it understands THE HORRIBLE BACK PAIN I'VE HAD FOR THE LAST YEAR AND A HALF! I also have arthritis in my lower back.

stooopid.

picture thingy. I love this.

My age:


Place I've been:


Place I want to go:



Favorite place:


Favorite item:


Favorite food:


Favorite color:


Place of birth:


Current hobby:


Favorite memory:


Bad habit:


What I'm doing right now:

Excuse me, did you want to go on a date with me?

I'm sorry, I can apparently only go on NON dates.

Um, for those of you who don't know, I say I dated this fellow from school this year. I'm lying. By dates I mean he invited me to the movies, we met there, and then we paid for separate tickets and there was no romance involved. I'm just so desperate, I call them dates. They were plainly NOT DATES. I wanted to date him, but he didn't want to actually date me. This all happened in March. So then, in May, this dude is talking to my bff about how we dated and it's too bad it didn't work out. WHAT?! My sentiments exactly. So completely lame right? Right. So the other night, Friday to be exact, I have plans with a different fellow. To go see Max Payne. It's just me and him. He's offered to pick me up. We've declined others who wanted to go with us. I meet him at the theater because I have a rehearsal right before and it was easier to meet up. I get there. We get in line for tickets. It's the moment of truth. We walk up to the ticket booth. And....

IT'S A NON DATE.

I paid for my ticket, he paid for his. He called it a date after the fact. It was not a date. Just like the others with the other guy weren't dates. I haven't been on a single date. I'm apparently hideously unattractive. Or too cool for school.

My brain has literally been reeling since that night. What is it that I'm doing to procure all these NON dates? I think I should get an award or something. Because I have a gift. I apparently threaten boys enough for them to want to date me but are afraid to actually date me, or I'm so nonthreatening that boys think they can apparently date me without my knowledge. Maybe it's them that deserve the award. And if there's only one trophy it definitely goes to David, the first NON dater.


Wow. I deserve at least a t-shirt.

I'm a real actress!

Calling all Hites interested in family history!

http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~ohwyand2/hite_book.htm

check this out! we are probably related to these guys!

Wow, I guess to all those people who told me, you're right.

I really am missing my home/family/California. Case and point, today I needed directions to the place to pick up my transcripts. I used google maps and I found the place. As I was trying to scroll down the page I accidentally super zoomed out. I decided to see how far I was going today was in comparison to how far CA is. It took me a long time to get down to Brawley. And with each mouse stroke it took my eyes got weepier and weepier. I finally got to LA and I knew how far that was from Brawley and it just seemed like too far away to bother. :(

I'm glad we decided to fly to Christmas this year. Because that way I can spend more time there.

So, to all those High School teachers and family friends and parents who told me I was going to miss Brawley and I would be tempted to become a townie, and I just scoffed and said you were all wrong and that I was different, I'm not. You were right. I was wrong. I miss my mommy.

Guess what I'm doing.

Listening to a lecture for my online class! It very nice. So far, I really like my online classes. It's super to be able to multitask, like listen to Legally Blonde the Musical and make my first posts to the course. It's tops.


EDIT:
AND HOLY SMOKES!! My teacher TOTALLY sounds EXACTLY like John Cusack! That'll make lectures even better. And they already are really easy to listen to and very enjoyable.

OH MY GOODNESS!!!

I have, for a while, wanted to go to Comic Con. Half to look at the freaks, half to remember Craig, and half because I think I'd really love it. But today I found what convention I REALLY want to go to...

It's really expensive, but if I could have just ONE thing for Christmas and my birthday, I would choose to go to the convention. I need to call Dad.

if you click on the picture, it'll take you to the website.

daytime TV equals the greatest thing ever.

So my favorite daytime TV show is The People's Court. Judge Marilyn Milian is hilarious and sassy and Latina. She always busts out in Spanish when people least expect it running off some saying her Nana had for her. Today she had a great one, "Better alone than poorly accompanied!" It really helped me with my whole mid-eighteenth-year-of-life crisis.

My head just exploded....

literally.

Why? you might ask. THIS is why.

ALYSSA CASTREY IS GETTING MARRIED!

Poop! is all I can think of to say. But I should explain why this is so brain threatening and speech confounding. Alyssa is a friend from the Imperial Valley. She was from the coveted 3rd ward and was super super sweet. She's younger than me. Younger than me! Of all the people in the whole wide world to be younger than and to be engaged... me? Really? I can't even THINK about me in a marriage. Wow. I mean I know, "age is just a number" but it's a VERY important number. Poop. I'm not the weird one, right? I shouldn't be getting married, right? It isn't a big deal that I haven't been on a single date since my sixteenth birthday, right? Right? Right?

I think I'm having a mid-eighteenth-year-of-life crisis. I need help.

P.S. If I die in a tragic car accident or from an aneurysm I want my headstone to read, "Her head exploded... literally." I literally want it to say that. And this is for realsies. NJK. (Not Just Kidding)

Starting my Christmas List!!!

And this can just carry over to my birthday too!

1) These shirts: http://www.geekalerts.com/star-wars-costume-t-shirts/ especially the Darth Vader and Chewy ones!

2) This belt buckle: http://www.geekalerts.com/tag/clothing/

3) Set of pretty pink matching dice.

4) The Catcher in the Rye

5) A Wii!

6) Games for DS and Wii if magically obtained before X-Mas

7) Diet Dr. Pepper

8) Picture frames. Cool ones!

9) Hello Kitty, all of it. (I think this has been on my list for a while now)

10) A trip to NYC to see Legally Blonde onstage with Bailey! My choice in "Legally Blonde: The Search for the Next Elle Woods"

11) Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull calendar

12) a pony

13) Goo-loshes that fit me.

14) Money!

15) An awesome game of Rail Baron

16) A giraffe

17) Sergeant Tibbs

18) A date with a boy that isn't creepy or old or taken at time of date.

19) An H&M gift card

20) Steve and Barry's too

21) A chance to make a guest appearance on "Psych" (P.S. I TOTALLY MET DULE HILL!!! I HAVE A PICTURE OF IT!!!! HERE IT IS!!!)
22) Lots of books and CDs and DVDs and all kinds of media!

Awesome-est Shirt Idea... EVER!

I wan't to make a t-shirt that spells my name with elements! My elements would be: Calcium, Iodine, Thallium, and Indium. It would look like this: CaITlIn Awesome, right? I can also spell SmAlGe and GaBi and HYPo and that's all I've bothered looking into.

21 Days

I've heard that it takes 21 days to form or break a habit. I would like to habituate working out! Among other good things! I worked out today!

I don't feel like blogging.

The only interesting things I have to report on are my continuing efforts to become eligible to transfer to a UC and the fact that I'm still poor. But we both knew that. I don't know what else to say. Sometimes I realize that I'm actually smarter than people when they say stupid stuff. And I've been watching Deedee's dog/house. I'm supposed to go to a b-day party and a BBQ today. I don't want to go to either. I'm suffering sleep debt because of the Olympics. I don't want to start school again. And I really, really, really, need a job. I'm closer to being able to transfer that I thought. It's not too stressful. And I got a bunch of stupid student loans. But that's actually really helpful. I don't take pictures of anything, but I bought a magnet board for $2.50 at Target yesterday. I'm using it to help me stay organized with all that college stuff. I need to write another one-act play for the festival this year. I also need to not suck at acting anymore. I'm a ward missionary and I like it alright. I'm in charge of the missionary dinner calendar. It's ridiculously hard to fill that thing up sometimes. I've earned so much respect for anyone who has ever held that seemingly benign calling. I've signed up for the SAT II Subject Tests. I'll be if not the oldest test taker in the room, the most advanced in school. But I bet that I don't suck the worst. I had to go see The Mummy 3: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor again yesterday. That movie is honestly one of the most plot and character bankrupt movies I've even seen (and enjoyed... slightly). Not as bad as When a Stranger Calls though. "It was pretty good. I mean, it was kinda scary. I liked it. But it was just okay I suppose. It was bad-ish, I mean it lacked a lot... Worst movie I've ever seen." Karl and Zach should appreciate that little tidbit of awesomeness. Well, I gotta go. I need to wake up the boy I watch in the morning. We have to leave for camp in 10 minutes. He doesn't like breakfast anyway.

not blonde anymore = myspace picture

To apply to college:

-Get High School transcripts

-Take SAT Subject tests

-Finish Gen. Ed. classes

-Return AP Score paper with form for credit

-Complete all other equirements

-Complete an Application for Admission

ALSO, apparently an 8 on your SAT Essay means you're an idiot. Which is exactly what I got. Take a gander at my essay.

Have to pee so bad.

Title about sums it up. I have to tinkle. But in other news: I donated plasma today and made $40. Next time I get $60. I plan on donating twice a week, increasing my current income nearly double. Crazy, huh? I plan on using it to buy gas. But I was also just thinking and... by donating plasma just once a month, I could pay for the service involved with getting an iPhone. Great idea, right? But first I need to a) pay my rent. b) get a laptop for school. and c) pay my late rent. But I still think it's a great idea!

More later!

Sorry Folks!

I already mailed it! And for basically free. I just used a bunch of stamps I had and wasn't using at the time. It worked out well. I just made a certificate for a friend in California for being totally hip. I chose the mahogany certificate frame because I thought it looked classy.

I love arts and crafts

I did a funny/fun project yesterday at Nes' house (where I'm housesitting/petsitting) for a friend. And I loved it. I love being thoughtful about the small details and being super resourceful. I also love mailing stuff though it can be costly. Doing arts and crafts is the bomb.

...darn.

I'll never get to real college. Never. I need to apply now, and I don't have the requirements. I'm an idiot. I may have to move home and take a year at IVC to be able to transfer. And that year can't happen until after this year. And that adds another year to my plan. But that doesn't really matter, does it? I never had a plan to begin with. I need to get that scholarship I applied for. That'd be awesome.

Cute Kid's Show

WordGirl!

So, this show is about a girl name Becky Botsford who's secret identity is WordGirl, a smart and witty superhero from the planet Lexicon. I mainly love this show because when Becky turns into WordGirl she pumps her fist into the air and says "Word Up!" It totally reminds me of Betsy every it happens. And that is 5:00pm every afternoon I nanny, which is every afternoon.

read more here! or here!

you can also watch a video right here.

The Player Mobile!

$170 dollars later, it still runs. The third cylinder was misfiring due to a bad spark plug and some bad wires. I don't have much else to say. In other news, I lost my d8. I have to go buy one or two. Probably two because when I flank I get 2d8 plus my normal attack. That's because I have backstabber as a feat and I'm a rogue which means that I have some bonuses when I have combat advantage. I'm through geeking out. Toodles!

Hey Karl!

I found the jewels and jester game.

It's called...
Legend of Kyrandia!

That's a screen shot of it up there. I'm so proud of my google abilities. It took me about twenty minutes, but I finally found it. The winning word combination was: berries burning light path walkthrough jewel jester. I know, I know. Impressive.

Hey Betsy!

So let's just pretend that I chose option B) the one about moving to Irvine-ish area and worked at Disneyland and such. Now I pose the question for Betsy: How do you feel about cats?

Major Milestone Met

I JUST DEFEATED THIS GUY!

A level 4 BLACK DRAGON! And I delivered it's dying blow! Pretty much my first adventure with D&D was a blast. The people were a little weird and did way too much metagaming. But I loved it! I can't wait to start with this other group. I have at least two more that I may or may not join. There is one group that I actually want to join badly. It's at a local card shop. I went in to buy dice today and I was SUPER nervous about it all. I must have looked completely out of place because as soon as I walked in they asked if I needed directions. No, I said. Just looking for dice. What kind of dice? I dunno. Should I use my new lingo and ask for some d20's? Nope. Couldn't think of the real term. Just started saying random numbers. It ended up with them asking if they were for my nephew or a cousin. Again, I replied with a very sheepish answer or no. They're for me. Then they practically did a happy dance and invited me to every group they host/are a part of. Anyway, I love D&D. Can't wait to play more!

Dungeons and Dragons

I want to play!

They Like Me! They Really Like Me!

"Who?" you may ask. The Army, that's who!

I woke up this morning and ran to check my phone like any good American teenage girl. I had two new text messages! Awesome! Except one was from the bank reminding me how poor I am. The other was from one of my bosses. Also, not exciting. Oh well. I'd just have to start texting people if I wanted really texts. And that is no biggie, trust me. After checking my text message inbox, I closed my phone and was ready to dismiss it for maybe, 10 minutes. But as I turned to leave, I saw the alert for a new voicemail pop up. I hopped over the couch, realized that was a bad idea half way over, nearly died, and grabbed my phone off the coffee table as I tumbled to the floor.

I get overly excited when I get a voicemail because it means that someone called me. I called my voicemail and listened as I had, "One new message and twenty-seven old messages." They are such a rare occurrence that I like to save as many as I can. As I started listening to my new voicemail, I started laughing. This is what it said,

"Good mornin' Landy, my name is Sergent Scott Cross. I'm a recruiter for NHS Army. I was actually given this number as a point of contact for a woman named Caitlin Hite. Um, please have her call me back, if you know her, at 877-802-5606. If this is not a good contact number, call me back so I can denote that so you don't get called again. Thank you very much, have a good day. Bye."

This makes me laugh out loud for probably three reasons. Wait, let me think of them..... Okay. I know now.

Number 1) You may not be able to tell by the typed up version, but the fellow on the line seemed thoroughly baffled by the whole Landy/Caitlin thing.

Number 2) Woman? Ha!

Number 3) The mere fact that the Army called for me. Me? Really? You want me? Asthma girl?



So now we get to the "They like me! They really like me!" part. It must have been my Senior year in high school that I took the ASVAB. I had friends that had already taken the test once and not done so well. And these were people who I thought were pretty intelligent. And not only that, they new stuff about the Army. They legitimately wanted to go into the Army and make that their lifelong career. I also knew that the ASVAB had some mechanical questions in it, and these folks could fix cars. I was sincerely confused at their poor scores. I also laughed in their faces when I realized that with their scores they couldn't even hold an assault rifle or something like that. They were really bad. Think 47 or so. Anyway, I saw their low scores and saw it as a challenge. And I also saw the opportunity to miss a class or three. The latter of these was what actually motivated me. Well, that and Mrs. Dailey threatening to take me out back and beat me if I didn't take the test. I took the test. I got my score like a month later, after I had already forgotten about it. I rocked that test. I got myself a 92. Out of 99. And folks, I didn't get time to finish my math section. And there were crazy questions about gears and levers and mechanics and stuff that literally blew my mind. I, like I mention, ROCKED THAT TEST. I only know one person that scored higher than me. Mr. Dailey got a 99. Brilliant! I'm not sure what my daddy got. He probably did better than me too. Dad, if you are reading this out in cyberland, what did you get on your ASVAB or equivalent? I was immediately super excited to get calls from the Army, Marines, Air Force, Coast Guard, ect. But a week went by and nothing. Two weeks, nothing. By now both of my best friends that had done well but not nearly as well as me had be contacted by at least the Army. One guy, Josh, who had originally failed it hard (see above story) but had done better this time (he scored maybe a 73) said that he had been contacted by ALL the branches of the military. Including the Air Force. He was lying of course, because no one with a 73 and his grades gets called by the Air Force. But I still wasn't called. And I had a freakin' 92. I decided that maybe I was lost in the system. Or they were intimidated by my obviously high intelligence. But mainly my ego was hurt. I got the highest score, I should get the prize of strange dudes calling my house several times a day searching for me and my soul!!! But I didn't win.

But then, a whole year later, I get the call. I win! They want me. But I don't want them. I understand now that it probably had to do with my age. If you remember, I'm a young graduate and just recently turned 18. Super!

Germans Who Say Nice Things

This Is My Blog

Say hello to it, comment on it, make good friends with it. But more importantly than any of those, SHARE IT. With relatives, friends, acquaintances. Anyone and everyone.

The Rest of My Life: You Decide!

Note: All options happen after completing this next year at PCC. So, think June 2009.

Option A: Stay in Portland, Oregon. Transfer to Portland State University and continue to pursue local and college theatre. Either live with Malia or find a roommate. Continue to nanny.

Option B: Transfer to UC Irvine. Possibly free-load off Betsy or find a roommate/live on campus. Work at Disneyland.

Option C: Take a year off and live-in nanny with a family in New York City! Gain residency. Transfer to NYU or Juilliard. Become heavily indebted to the U.S. Government/private lenders.

You can make a difference in my life!
Vote!