<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:45:57.487-05:00</updated><category term='girl'/><category term='hormones'/><category term='female'/><title type='text'>Caitlyn1701's blog of doom.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is really intimidating text.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-3259118358281500162</id><published>2009-09-25T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:05:20.728-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall 2009</title><summary type='text'>Things are going very well since the start of the school year.  I ended up dropping my ceramics course, because I was not enjoying working with clay.  However, I love painting with oil, and I plan to continue painting with them for a long while.My grandmother loved oil painting, and she had tons of paintings that she had done over her lifetime in her house, some of which I now own.  She was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/3259118358281500162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=3259118358281500162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/3259118358281500162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/3259118358281500162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-2009.html' title='Fall 2009'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-2586297541357195485</id><published>2009-07-06T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:31:26.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 09</title><summary type='text'>This summer I've been working at the University of Notre Dame's library. I'm what is called a Tantur Student; I compare records between ND, the Library of Congress, and a library in Tantur, Jerusalem, and mark paperwork accordingly.Besides working full time, I have my art and my boyfriend to keep me busy.I've been working on ink paintings of flowers I come across, and getting good practice with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/2586297541357195485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=2586297541357195485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/2586297541357195485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/2586297541357195485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-09.html' title='Summer 09'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-4881916382513502242</id><published>2009-05-28T01:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:41:44.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Law/Signs of an Art Student</title><summary type='text'>Today I was hit by a large dose of Murphy’s Law.  For those of you who don’t know what that is, it means if anything can go wrong, it will.I was working on a personal art project while waiting for Jeff, my boyfriend to arrive with dinner.  It was of a flower, and I was using ink (black and various colors) to draw it.  I had just gotten some clothes in the mail that day from an online sale, so I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/4881916382513502242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=4881916382513502242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/4881916382513502242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/4881916382513502242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2009/05/murphys-lawsigns-of-art-student.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Law/Signs of an Art Student'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-7079100388373206847</id><published>2009-02-14T02:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T22:32:59.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss rock and roll.</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I went to the Hip Hop night at a local restaurant slash club, Legends, at Notre Dame.  It was an interesting experience, of which I’m not planning on repeating.Prior to the club scene starting, there was an improvisation group from Chicago performing, of which I enjoyed more than the actual dancing. Elizabeth and I were sitting in the front row, and I got to yell out words to inspire them</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/7079100388373206847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=7079100388373206847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/7079100388373206847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/7079100388373206847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-miss-rock-and-roll.html' title='I miss rock and roll.'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-7954550189051677111</id><published>2009-01-11T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:07:53.037-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Counterfeit Games</title><summary type='text'>I recently bought a copy of Pokemon LeafGreen on Amazon for about $20, because most used copies (or new copies, for that matter) are around $30, and saving money is nice.  It arrive on time (yay!) and I wasted no time in starting to play.  Three days later, the game decided to delete the file without my prompting (or induced physical damage), and I wanted to figure out why.I read some reports (on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/7954550189051677111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=7954550189051677111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/7954550189051677111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/7954550189051677111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2009/01/counterfeit-games.html' title='Counterfeit Games'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-4492030723504594840</id><published>2008-10-30T20:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:32:48.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come and kill us, we will never give up our freedoms.</title><summary type='text'>      On the September 19th episode of the HBO series Real Time with Bill Maher, Bill makes a remarkable point. He shows us two pictures, one a wrecked train, and the other damage from hurricane Ike. “If those two pictures that you saw had been the result of terrorist attacks, instead of a train wreck and because of a hurricane, this country would have completely lost it’s collective ****, we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/4492030723504594840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=4492030723504594840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/4492030723504594840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/4492030723504594840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2008/10/come-and-kill-us-we-will-never-give-up.html' title='Come and kill us, we will never give up our freedoms.'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-4783665606723996216</id><published>2008-10-06T11:27:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T15:56:13.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Mid-Ohio Con Report</title><summary type='text'>First of all, I'd like to say I had a ton of fun doing this, however the down side is me and Jon didn't even get close to making our table money back.  I believe only a few people in the creators common did, which sucks.  But otherwise, it rocked.  I loved meeting all the different people (except the retarded guy and his ADHD kid, and I'm not the only one).  The turn out wasn't too bad, and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/4783665606723996216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=4783665606723996216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/4783665606723996216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/4783665606723996216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2008/10/post-mid-ohio-con-report.html' title='Post Mid-Ohio Con Report'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/SOoxoNzjexI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rxTPrEXe7UY/s72-c/DSC01578a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-2755868960096598683</id><published>2008-10-02T09:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:44:38.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid-Ohio Con</title><summary type='text'>This Saturday and Sunday, me and my boyfriend will be having a table at Mid-Ohio Con, in Columbus, Ohio.  If any of you are around that area and/or are planning on attending the area, feel free to stop by our table!  (If I knew what table it actually was, I'd tell you.  However, I don't, so you're going to have to look for us on your own.  I'm the one with the red hair and cat ears.)   I'll be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/2755868960096598683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=2755868960096598683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/2755868960096598683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/2755868960096598683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2008/10/mid-ohio-con.html' title='Mid-Ohio Con'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-4667894398165808162</id><published>2008-07-07T00:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:55:51.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wal-Mart</title><summary type='text'>My boyfriend and I went to Wal-Mart today to look for a specific movie on DVD, and we did our usual ‘department store’ rounds: Toys, electronics, and anything else.We ended up having to spend about ten minutes or so in a checkout lane, with our one can of shaving cream we were purchasing.  Jon doesn’t like to use the ‘self service whatever’ lines, which I can understand at some points, because </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/4667894398165808162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=4667894398165808162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/4667894398165808162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/4667894398165808162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2008/07/wal-mart.html' title='Wal-Mart'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/SHGhlZ2cTNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CfL3Mn24-zQ/s72-c/Photo+54.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-5334335291934082864</id><published>2008-07-02T23:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T23:40:56.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Retro</title><summary type='text'>Back in the day, I was lame.  Huge surprise, right?  Ha.I found friends by doing things I liked.  Again, surprise?  Not really.    There was this guy, named Blake, (whose whereabouts I have no idea of at this point), who was somewhat my friend in grade school. Of course, it wasn’t cool to be friends with girls, so he generally didn’t talk to me. One day, he gave me a card, a Pokemon card. Kabuto.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/5334335291934082864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=5334335291934082864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/5334335291934082864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/5334335291934082864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-in-day-i-was-lame.html' title='Retro'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/SGxJYdloovI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rG5zLG1WRC8/s72-c/kabuto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-7275779130702761227</id><published>2008-06-21T23:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:11:21.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Wedding</title><summary type='text'>So, today was the beginning (and hopefully ending) of my videographer career.I got the chance to record one of my brother's friends' wedding, and it was most definitely a happy day for them, and I couldn't be happier for em.While some of you know that I work for a photography studio, this isnt the general department I spend a lot of time in. My area is in website design and all that junk, not so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/7275779130702761227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=7275779130702761227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/7275779130702761227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/7275779130702761227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-wedding.html' title='First Wedding'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/SF3Cs4vHBwI/AAAAAAAAADw/rInr0r6GbJo/s72-c/Picture+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-4667006628493382924</id><published>2008-06-08T19:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:45:19.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing.</title><summary type='text'>I took four tadpoles from my bosses pond, because he has the definition of a crapload in there. Seriously. I said holy shit when I saw them all. Anyways, I thought I took five, but my boss kept fishing them out for me and saying in his polish accent, "Here, take some more, please!" and that got me distracted, and somehow I came home with four.I learned something. In an aquarium that has about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/4667006628493382924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=4667006628493382924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/4667006628493382924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/4667006628493382924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2008/06/missing.html' title='Missing.'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-5291628559668914438</id><published>2008-02-05T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:29:42.746-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hormones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='female'/><title type='text'>Why I hate being of the feminine nature.</title><summary type='text'>I suppose it could essentially be narrowed down to the crazy hormones.  Honestly, I was a perfectly sane person before puberty…and through most of it in fact…but no…. couldn’t stay that way forever. I was always good about controlling my emotions, with some minor flaws, but I always worked to fix them.  Control.  It comes in handy in a few different ways, namely perception of you from other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/5291628559668914438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=5291628559668914438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/5291628559668914438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/5291628559668914438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-i-hate-being-of-feminine-nature.html' title='Why I hate being of the feminine nature.'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2533190391291368457.post-2267675106713918088</id><published>2008-01-24T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:41:25.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloverfield Coincidence.</title><summary type='text'>So my friend Jon and I went and saw Cloverfield last friday.  I realize that a week after the occurance is a tad late to mention it, but it's relevent to the story.  To say it simply:  it was awesome.  And no, there is no giant mutated whale.  I know, I was dissapointed too.  (Actually I was hoping for godzilla on an astroid...eh.)  A few days ago, I was showing my deviantart page to my lab </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/feeds/2267675106713918088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2533190391291368457&amp;postID=2267675106713918088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/2267675106713918088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2533190391291368457/posts/default/2267675106713918088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlyn1701.blogspot.com/2008/01/cloverfield-coincidence.html' title='Cloverfield Coincidence.'/><author><name>Caitlyn1701</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/S3LN-Na2lVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/U4KZ6U0Tb5k/S220/10618_1223589596491_1431523765_622449_4116088_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_s3kMREI1zjY/R5k6vP1OefI/AAAAAAAAAB8/CX7un-wPeks/s72-c/Octodogmantis_invades_by_caitlyn1701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
