<?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-2218082312839511580</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:32:42.797-05:00</updated><category term='jewelry'/><category term='complaints'/><category term='cait and anna do stuff'/><category term='Shamokin'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><category term='presents'/><category term='intro'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='pointless blog is pointless'/><category term='room for a pony'/><category term='off topic'/><category term='religious experience'/><category term='cleaning'/><category term='party time excellent'/><title type='text'>colorless green ideas sleep furiously.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.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-2218082312839511580.post-3147468449080996903</id><published>2010-05-24T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:44:51.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh hey!</title><content type='html'>I graduated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.&lt;br /&gt;bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-3147468449080996903?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3147468449080996903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/3147468449080996903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/3147468449080996903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-hey.html' title='oh hey!'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-6746756512029153920</id><published>2010-02-28T22:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T22:58:23.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pointless blog is pointless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off topic'/><title type='text'>"Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?..."</title><content type='html'>I don't really have anything to say today but I'm going to try to be less neglectful of my blog. Bullet points may be the best way to go about this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got a new fish. Her name is Gunther. Her mouth is too small for her food so i have to crush it up for her so she doesn't starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My full thesis draft is due on Friday. A little nervous, hope its long enough, but if its not at least I get a second shot with the final draft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm taking a class on nuclear war. Maybe its just me but I think if someone is going to teach a class on this subject, they should at the very least know how to pronounce the word 'nuclear.'&lt;br /&gt;- Also, in regard to this class, I think the professor should understand that more than half of the class are seniors working on thesis and not assign 3 page papers due every class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- While other college students go to some tropical location to party all week for spring break, I will be taking a bus to Scranton to watch the St. Patrick's Day parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- My neighbors have asked me to live in their house for 3 weeks while they go to Korea. Not sure how I feel about it yet but it should be interesting if nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the grand finale for this post should be this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- On Thursday it was snowing. I hate snow. My class was not canceled so I had to go out in the snow and I was sad. I got off my first bus and got on the subway. We got to the first stop and the train broke down. We sat for 45 minutes, not knowing what was going on. Finally made our escape out the back of the train and were loaded on to another (already crowded) train. Got off the subway and hauled ass to the next bus because I was now very late and I am never late. Got off the bus and hustled to my 4pm class. Sat down and was then informed that all classes starting at 4pm had been canceled. Highlight: got a written apology from professor after he was harassed by the lady who makes it her business to harass him almost daily. (That last bit is speculation but since she said she would tell him I was there, I think it's safe to assume that that is indeed what happened.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I decided that I like my posts a lot better when they include a picture. It's kinda like a gift that makes reading my blog more worthwhile. So, for your time, here is a shot of my Passover masks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/S4s5J5vYX5I/AAAAAAAAABw/Db_vy8G3_LQ/s1600-h/DSCF2531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/S4s5J5vYX5I/AAAAAAAAABw/Db_vy8G3_LQ/s320/DSCF2531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443507416888532882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-6746756512029153920?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6746756512029153920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2010/02/doesnt-anybody-stay-in-one-place.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/6746756512029153920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/6746756512029153920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2010/02/doesnt-anybody-stay-in-one-place.html' title='&quot;Doesn&apos;t anybody stay in one place anymore?...&quot;'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/S4s5J5vYX5I/AAAAAAAAABw/Db_vy8G3_LQ/s72-c/DSCF2531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-6351942300744879866</id><published>2010-01-12T01:26:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T01:41:04.961-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cait and anna do stuff'/><title type='text'>Waltzing with Bears (or owls and snow leopards)</title><content type='html'>I just noticed that 2 posts down I got a comment from a certain someone on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to "post something for god's sake!" so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; following directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; went to the Build A Bear Workshop on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;. it was our Christmas present to each other. i think we had a pretty good time. apart from the parents, we were easily the oldest people there by at least 10 years. i made the nerdiest looking owl (his head spins all the way around!) named Leland and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; made a sparkly snow leopard, appropriately named Edward.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/S0wXTMqdnTI/AAAAAAAAABY/yxX3HrmaE54/s1600-h/leland+edward.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/S0wXzluFgWI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z7kgUASFTwo/s1600-h/leland+edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/S0wXzluFgWI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z7kgUASFTwo/s320/leland+edward.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425737826140782946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aren't&lt;/span&gt; they precious? (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ask why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Leland&lt;/span&gt; is wearing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;BEARBOXER&lt;/span&gt;" underpants coupled with a winter coat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt; i wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Anna&lt;/span&gt; would click 'follow' so i could have 3 followers instead of 2 :)&lt;br /&gt;PPS I almost called Leland "Owlbert." Get it?! Oh, I'm so clever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-6351942300744879866?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6351942300744879866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2010/01/waltzing-with-bears-or-owls-and-snow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/6351942300744879866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/6351942300744879866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2010/01/waltzing-with-bears-or-owls-and-snow.html' title='Waltzing with Bears (or owls and snow leopards)'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/S0wXzluFgWI/AAAAAAAAABg/Z7kgUASFTwo/s72-c/leland+edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-1938199125632644248</id><published>2009-12-10T14:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:16:14.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hellogoodbye....short post.</title><content type='html'>Shout out time!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my best pal, Anna, has a blog too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://annapiaia.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope she doesn't mind me blabbing about it. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-1938199125632644248?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1938199125632644248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/hellogoodbyeshort-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/1938199125632644248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/1938199125632644248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/hellogoodbyeshort-post.html' title='hellogoodbye....short post.'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-5695278482889480002</id><published>2009-12-10T13:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T14:11:03.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise! its me!</title><content type='html'>I have returned. &lt;div&gt;I know everyone missed me. All 2 of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to wait a long time between my blog posts because i think it will give me more to write about so I'm not boring. Except when I wait a long time I end up forgetting everything that might have been blogworthy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll list some topics i could talk about....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Senior Thesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Joblessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People who are moving to Texas (Jenn)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People who hate Texas (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Stupid people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think thats a good list for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Senior Thesis/school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So my thesis topic is Marie Antoinette. I chose her because one day a few years ago i decided that she was interesting enough to hold my attention. I've already written about her a few times so i decided to take the easy road and write about her again to a much greater extent. 25-30 pages is not really as threatening as it sounds when you already have a pretty good idea what you're talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The first "half" of my paper is due tomorrow. I have about 11 pages. I'm pretty pleased with myself. thats all i really have to say about that. Today is my last day of classes for the semester :) i have 2 finals, both on the 17th and then i can forget about the horror that is my philosophy professor. I think he would be enough to fill a whole blog post himself so i'll just say that he's the most ridiculous and useless professor i've ever encountered. And he looks like Dr. Strangelove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Joblessness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You guessed it: still no job. i finally landed a job interview at the dry cleaners to replace Jenn when she moves, but they hired someone else. Thanks, dude. Im waiting to hear from my mom's office about a place in the mail room. the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. People who are moving to Texas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That would be Jenn. Some of her family lives down there and she visits them periodically. Sometime back in May or something she tells me she's moving there and i immediately begin crying in the middle of the street :( lame, right? anyway... she's leaving on the 28th and i spend my free time trying not to think about it. But after she leaves her mom is gonna pay me 25 bucks to clean her bathroom once a month. so thats something i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we threw her a surprise going away party that i worked really hard to keep a secret. and then when we showed up, no one even yelled surprise. losers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. People who hate Texas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hate Texas. As much as i hate it, i have contemplated moving there after graduation because Jenn told me i could. I know i probably won't. but the thought is still there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Stupid people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A girl in my senior thesis class gave her presentation on Tuesday. In her power point she used "ppl" instead of people. every time. she also discussed "King Author." and in her world a certain music icon would be the artist "formally" known as Prince. Are we not seniors in college? I get second hand embarrassment just by showing up to class with these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this section was going to include more people but i'll just leave it there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ooh! i forgot one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. New Baby!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have 5 nephews. i love them all dearly. and i love playing legos and video games with them as much as anyone, but i just wanna play barbies with someone again. AND NOW I CAN!! my cousin just had her first baby. a little girl. she is so cute and wonderful and girly. me and Caleigh are going to be BFFs.... at least until shes old enough to realize that i'm a big nerd and she's too cool to be seen with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;speaking of 5 nephews, i cant wait til christmas when they're all together because its always super fun. and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok thats all i think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-5695278482889480002?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5695278482889480002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprise-its-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/5695278482889480002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/5695278482889480002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/12/surprise-its-me.html' title='surprise! its me!'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-5000792286349790647</id><published>2009-08-18T11:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T11:36:37.726-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>She sells sea shells....</title><content type='html'>So i felt like my summer vacation was wasted this year...i did practically nothing of interest from may to the end of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;. Now i find myself wishing that i had some time to do nothing of interest. last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; i left for S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hamokin&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Catherine&lt;/span&gt;. we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;weren't&lt;/span&gt; supposed to leave until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; but she decided she needed to go right away. we were supposed to come back on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; but she decided she wanted to stay until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; morning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon i left to go stay with my former roommates for the weekend. came home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon and left again on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt; to come down the shore. but only until &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; morning because  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; afternoon i leave to go camping with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Bridget&lt;/span&gt; and bill until next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. I miss my bed. and my puppy who probably thinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; abandoned him for life.&lt;div&gt;Right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sitting on the deck of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; shore house enjoying the breeze....not enjoying the trash truck that just pulled up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not much of a beach person so i might stay here while everyone else goes. The beach is hot, dirty and covered with children &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; never met. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; enjoy strange children. (oh my god this trash truck smells) Nor do i enjoy heat or dirt. obviously the beach is not the place for me. I prefer the nightlife activities of the shore. The boardwalk, shopping in stone harbor...stuff like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; now being covered in sunscreen against my will. sunscreen is another thing i dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done complaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off to relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-5000792286349790647?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/5000792286349790647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-sells-sea-shells.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/5000792286349790647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/5000792286349790647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/08/she-sells-sea-shells.html' title='She sells sea shells....'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-1439524624158807980</id><published>2009-07-29T14:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:51:38.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concerts'/><title type='text'>Still here!</title><content type='html'>Reason I have not posted in a thousand years....&lt;br /&gt;A. was lazy&lt;br /&gt;B. forgot i had a blog&lt;br /&gt;C. am just that boring of a person&lt;br /&gt;D. all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Delaware for a week to visit my BFF (or as we say "bb"), Megan. She's living down there for the summer and working at a day care. It was a good time. My sister and my mom were actually there for the first weekend for my nephew's baseball tournament but due to some miscommunication on my mom's part, I did not get to see them or the baseball game. Anyway, i hitched a ride down there with Megan's mom and brother and of course got lost on the way, but we made it and all was well.&lt;br /&gt;Among the activities we engaged ourselves in were: mini-golf (I won by a point), Midnight opening of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (sucked), boardwalk "date night" (walks on the beach, photobooths, ice cream, and shopping), and general goofy girl stuff (self explanatory). We stayed in a farmy sort of area, complete with chicken processing plant, but spent a lot of time in Rehoboth. I haven't been there in I don't know how long but it was nothing like (the very limited amount) I remembered. The only thing I remember very clearly was being on the beach late at night with maybe two other people throwing glow sticks around in the dark. When we went on the beach on our boardwalk night we saw people doing that exact thing and I got excited and looked at Megan and yelled "They're doing my DREAM!" She thought this was very funny but I was being serious. I was a little jealous of those people.&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that we made it to almost the very end of the week without me pulling my hair out because with any of my friends that's what usually happens. But overall the week was a success and we even came up with a few new catch phrases, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Green Day with Anna about a week ago. Very awesome. Best concert I've been to in a long time. Until tomorrow night when I see Billy Joel and Elton John :) if they don't cancel, that is. In which case I'll be sad for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;And as usual, my plans are not without drama. It was supposed to be me, my mom, and my 2 cousins. I thought the concert was Friday but its Thursday so when I explained my mistake it turned out that Catherine had accepted another offer to go to the same show thinking she could go Thursday and Friday (even though the second show is on Saturday, not Friday) and has decided to go with her friend instead of us. Now Bridget is selling the ticket. Even though this is my fault I'm still kinda sad. And now my mom is blowing it all out of proportion, which will most likely result in everyone being mad at me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts soonish. Still no license or car. Bad news, friends. Oh well. Things usually work out. I can always figure out some crazy bus route til i can drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm sure this post is way too long and way too scattered and confusing so I'll end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-1439524624158807980?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/1439524624158807980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-here.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/1439524624158807980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/1439524624158807980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-here.html' title='Still here!'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-3594403410527105883</id><published>2009-06-17T22:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:27:45.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shamokin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='room for a pony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>"You know, the one with the Mercedes, swimming pool, and room for a pony."</title><content type='html'>I almost gave up on this thing. I guess I changed my mind. I haven't done much lately that I'd like to write about. I needed new beads a wire and figured I'd find it cheaper at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shamokin&lt;/span&gt; since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; where I got my first bunch a few years ago. So we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shamokin&lt;/span&gt; this weekend, which was supposed to be an awesome good time but ended up being just me, my mom and the dog cleaning someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;We finally go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt; and I'm so excited to get more supplies only to find out that they have decreased their craft section considerably. I found some wire and some mediocre beads. Took them home and found out that this time instead of getting wire that was too thick, I've got wire that is too thin. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shamokin&lt;/span&gt; neighbor's house so my mom could get the down low on the house she may or may not be buying. I hope she does. She really hates her job and wants to just move up there and retire. It a cute house. And if my cousin gets the house next to my uncle and my mom gets this house which shares the backyard with the other two, we will have an awesome trio of mountain houses and a giant back yard and hopefully the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;in ground&lt;/span&gt; pool my cousin wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-3594403410527105883?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/3594403410527105883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-one-with-mercedes-swimming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/3594403410527105883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/3594403410527105883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-know-one-with-mercedes-swimming.html' title='&quot;You know, the one with the Mercedes, swimming pool, and room for a pony.&quot;'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-2983261644810355314</id><published>2009-06-07T00:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:51:49.051-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='presents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Gently Used.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've been cleaning for years.&lt;br /&gt;Some more interesting finds though. I found my awesome lip balm making kit so I will definitely be making some more in the very near future. I also found the cat-covered Address/Note/Appointment Book that my grandmother gave me. And she was thoughtful enough to write in her friends and family's addresses and phone numbers for me. Saved me a lot of time, let me tell you. She also included some of her activities and appointments during 1997.  Unfortunately, as i was going through all my newly acquired friends' addresses my mom informed me that nearly half of them have died since 1997. Bummer. What am I going to do with a bunch of dead people's addresses?&lt;br /&gt;I think this gift proves that I'm the favorite grandchild. I bet if she gave anyone else a book like this it would be completely empty, and thus only half the gift that I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-2983261644810355314?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2983261644810355314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/06/gently-used.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/2983261644810355314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/2983261644810355314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/06/gently-used.html' title='Gently Used.'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-8622014049070964311</id><published>2009-06-01T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T01:02:14.049-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party time excellent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religious experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off topic'/><title type='text'>remember that dude who tried to sell the holy toast on eBay?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so...the party went well. I was too tired from all the baking to have as good a time as I could have but I enjoyed myself all the same. Except for the part where my cousin made me go in the moon bounce after I'd had 3 margaritas and a beer. This was the same cousin who thought it was a good idea to tell stories about frozen, dead hookers at a child's party. And beer glass vomit stories. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;woodchisel&lt;/span&gt;-through-the-hand stories.&lt;br /&gt;...Moving on. I got to hang out with my family, including my sister, who gave me a lovely shout out over on her &lt;a href="http://auntdahlia.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks for the name-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;droppage&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think my cupcakes went over well. They better have because I am now completely turned off to cupcakes and if no one liked them that sacrifice would have been all for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;LiveNation&lt;/span&gt; is starting "No Service Fee Wednesdays" as a summer promotion. This might be one of the greatest pieces of information I'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; this year since I seem to buy concert tickets more than the average person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of things to say. I'll say "Hi, Anna!" since she found me here and is stalking me from over at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;LiveJournal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. I'm done now....Ooh! Married With Children is on! I love that theme song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. There is a panel of wood next to me that has a mark on it that looks like either the Virgin Mary with her arms open, as she is often seen, or a penguin. I guess that would depend on who you asked. If I learn how to put pictures on here maybe I'll post the proof and you can decide for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: Photographic proof! .....okay so maybe it looked more like Mary/a Penguin from where i was sitting...without my glasses. But you can still see what i mean. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/SiSLhsJDujI/AAAAAAAAABQ/44QO1Xx81wE/s1600-h/mary+penguin+wood.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342548468869347890" style="width: 256px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/SiSLhsJDujI/AAAAAAAAABQ/44QO1Xx81wE/s320/mary+penguin+wood.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-8622014049070964311?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/8622014049070964311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-so.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/8622014049070964311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/8622014049070964311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-so.html' title='remember that dude who tried to sell the holy toast on eBay?'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/SiSLhsJDujI/AAAAAAAAABQ/44QO1Xx81wE/s72-c/mary+penguin+wood.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-9141300964804514605</id><published>2009-05-30T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T00:56:57.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Cupcake...without Martha.</title><content type='html'>So I spent the entire day today baking vanilla cupcakes for Sunday. I think I have about 138 mini cupcakes and 33 regular sized ones. I have one more batch of regular ones to make tomorrow and then I have to move on to making the icing and then applying it to the cakes. I've never made this many cupcakes all at once and it was a lot more work than I anticipated. I'm very tired now. But my good pal Jenn came over to help me with the baking because shes a dear and i think she's planning on coming back tomorrow when i finish the cakes and icing and then tackle the Baked Crab Dip. At least i don't have to bake the other cakes or make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hoagie&lt;/span&gt; dip.&lt;br /&gt;After all the baking we realized neither of us had really eaten all day so we went to the Henry James and had a grand old time, as usual. Then when i called my mom to let her know i was on my way home, our conversation went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "What."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;...I'm on my way home?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Oh, I forgot you went out."&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Well where did you think I was calling you from?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom: "Upstairs."&lt;br /&gt;...I guess i could have stayed out all night and she never would have known the difference. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dangit&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all talked out. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-9141300964804514605?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/9141300964804514605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/05/camp-cupcakewithout-martha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/9141300964804514605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/9141300964804514605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/05/camp-cupcakewithout-martha.html' title='Camp Cupcake...without Martha.'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-2844175584836543778</id><published>2009-05-28T14:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:56:00.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaints'/><title type='text'>bummer.</title><content type='html'>my profile picture isn't showing up where it should. this bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit - 6/1/09: i fixed it! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-2844175584836543778?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/2844175584836543778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/05/bummer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/2844175584836543778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/2844175584836543778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/05/bummer.html' title='bummer.'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-6569522299523615492</id><published>2009-05-27T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:06:30.015-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off topic'/><title type='text'>yesteryear...</title><content type='html'>more cleaning today. i found some yearbooks from grade school and realized that as unpopular as i was in high school, i was even more unpopular in my younger years. the only pictures i show up in are the class pictures and of course i look ridiculous. which is really saying something because in first and second grade everyone looks ridiculous. unless they're sitting next to me, in which case they look perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;i also found some mysterious autographs on posters from my birthday in the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade and my first holy communion party. someone named 'Annabel' was apparently present for my birthday and a man named 'John Dalton' came to congratulate me on my first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Eucharistic&lt;/span&gt; experience. even my mom couldn't help me identify these strangers. aren't moms supposed to know everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been making jewelry lately but i ran out of wire so i went to get more only to get home and find out that i got the wrong size and i am now stuck with 30 yards of almost completely useless beading wire. so lame. but so far my friends like my beaded rings so maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; add them to the list of things i will sell out of my invisible car. my mom thinks that charging 25 cents is too little but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know of anyone who would pay more than that for a loop of wire covered in small beads. i also make beaded bobby pins. they're quite fashionable actually, and i think i might be able to get 50 cents for one of them.&lt;br /&gt;this post is quickly straying from its original topic but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; just how i roll, i guess. last week i was meeting my friend Anna downtown (to see Star Trek in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IMAX&lt;/span&gt;, if you must know) and the bus i got on was full of students on a field trip. it was so crowded that i had to stand next to the bus driver right up in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;windshield&lt;/span&gt;. my first reaction was "oh damn. this is gonna suck so bad." but i was completely wrong. it was beyond awesome. being right up against the front window was like flying down the expressway. or maybe like being on one of those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hover board&lt;/span&gt; things from Back to the Future. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; ever enjoyed a bus ride more. i highly recommend it if you ever get the chance. two thumbs up. the movie however would only get one-and-maybe-a-quarter thumbs up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-6569522299523615492?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/6569522299523615492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesteryear.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/6569522299523615492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/6569522299523615492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/05/yesteryear.html' title='yesteryear...'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2218082312839511580.post-8749369289056129597</id><published>2009-05-27T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:39:29.373-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intro'/><title type='text'>i wonder how long this one will last...</title><content type='html'>new blog...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; had several.&lt;br /&gt;eventually i get bored with them or just feel like i have nothing of interest to share.&lt;br /&gt;made this one so i could stalk...i mean... keep in touch with my sister more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have yet to find a job for the summer. bad news, kids. i keep applying and they keep ignoring me. in the mean time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been on a cleaning spree. a few weeks ago i rearranged my room and its looking fabulous if i do say so myself. or at least it was until i started cleaning another room and had to move some stuff into my room and now its back to looking like it did when it was my brother's room.&lt;br /&gt;however some good has come from all the cleaning. while emptying the room i keep finding all kinds of hilarious things from my past and i have also collected a pile of things to sell. i figure if i cant find a proper job i could at least be a junk lady selling my stuff out of the trunk of my nonexistent car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; another summer goal. i need to learn how to drive. asap. not only to avoid even more shame at being almost 22 years old and having my mom drive me everywhere, but since i have no place to live at school next semester i need some form of transportation that doesn't involve taking more than 3 buses and a train. i suppose i could ride my bike. oh, wait. i don't know how to do that either. oh, the shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; it for tonight. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;next&lt;/span&gt; post will likely be about the massive amount of baking i have to do for a party this weekend. 125 cupcakes, 1 chocolate cake, a bunch of cracker cookie things (they're good i swear), a bread bowl of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hoagie&lt;/span&gt; dip, and a partridge in pear tree. or a tour bus. whichever you prefer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2218082312839511580-8749369289056129597?l=caitlinmaia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/feeds/8749369289056129597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder-how-long-this-one-will-last.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/8749369289056129597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2218082312839511580/posts/default/8749369289056129597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://caitlinmaia.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-wonder-how-long-this-one-will-last.html' title='i wonder how long this one will last...'/><author><name>caitlin.maia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01093134124850744504</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_op5H1DIJ2VU/Sh7KGTauluI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PfBPIjLMMKQ/S220/57-110081_MED.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
