Hair...

I need to stop going to see Hair. I'm getting a reputation of being a Hair-whore. Or something equally horrible.

I have nothing more to say...

Blind Dates

I just saw my dating life in cartoon form. Well I think it's my dating life, considering I've not had much luck in that department. But whatever, my brother sent this to me and I figured you guy might enjoy this.

Lily and Jim

Random Rant and a CAP Show Plug

The new thing on my floor is to call me the Creeper. Whatever, I'm the new Creeper.

In other news, this weekend is the start of Pillowman. I can't wait to see what sick and twisted things this show is about. CAP always has the most interesting shows. I won't be seeing it this weekend, but I do want to see it next Friday and Saturday.

Then Zipperface, and then Wacky Hijinks. Wow, I can't believe CAP's shows are almost over! For four nights myself, and my friends are entertained by these fantastic actors, which includes my two great friends Cassie and Judd. Everyone should go check out their shows!

Who You Callin Scruffy Lookin?

So even though my classes do not start until noon on Wednesdays, I managed to sleep through all of my classes. Not the best of ideas.

In other news, I am a giant movie nerd. However, I just realized this. The Facebook application for Movies is quite addicting with the rating of movies. (That sentence is awkward, but so am I. Deal with it.) Scores and scores of movies have gone by, and I've rated most of them, the good, the bad, and those staring Hilary Duff. I will see almost any movie that is on DVD, I've gone to the movies and have been the only person in the theater watching that movie. I could careless what the reviews say. If I like the actors in it, I will watch it at some point.

I've also realized that my tastes in movies aren't far off from a guy's taste in movies. As I rate all these movies, I compared them to my guy friends, and most of the ratings were very close, if not exact. That's not cool! Although I'm sure it doesn't help that my 3 favorite franchise movies are Star Wars, Indiana Jones, and X-Men. I'm a guy and a nerd. Shoot!

And All That Jazz

So I have this friend, and everyone is convinced that he has a mini-Michael Bay floating around in his brain. He has this way of turning the simplest story into a tale of exploding trailers and helicopter fights. This made me think, do I have a mini person living in my head? After thinking about it for a week, I realized I have a mini Bob Fosse dancing around in my head.

Seriously, every time I get a text, a note, an email, or any other non verbal form of communication, I always visualize this person dancing around in my head with Jazz Hands. It is usually not the proper representation of this person and their message, but I just can't help it! Years and years of dance has programed me to think like this. Bob Fosse, Martha Graham, and others just inhabit my brain.

Since I have no closing for this, I'll use a quote from today's conversation:
"Cait, your whole life is a floating, awkward joke."
And sadly it is the truth...

First Morning Thoughts

I blush way too much. I think I spent most of yesterday with a hint of red ready to spread across my cheeks at any moment.

More later. I just woke up.

Crazy Life of Freefalling

So lecture today was about Kierkegaard and how he says to live. It was all about should we live by our passions in life, or is it more productive to live ethically and sensibly? We discussed living by following our passion in life and sometimes how it requires to take a leap of faith. Leap of faith--------> Skydiving? Awesome? Who knows. It sounds great, and I'd love to do something like that.
Oh wait, I'm terrified of heights/falling. Skydiving has both of those fears wrapped up all neatly into one package. I guess the only thing worse would be skydiving with fish. I wonder what Freud would say about that last statement. What bizarre mental thoughts I have. (Side note: Is "mental thoughts" redundant?)

In other news, it's Monday morning. What was I thinking waking up this morning? Not saying "I-wish-I-never-woke-up-emo-kid-thing", more why didn't I skip class today? It's 80 minutes of me doodling, pretending I'm paying attention, and searching for left handed desks. In my mind I know that these classes will make me a more rounded, open minded, well versed human being, but my heart and passions find these classes purely pointless and unnecessary. If I could, I would spend all day writing papers, filming/photographing what I love, editing, and viewing different shows/musicals/plays. All I want to do is follow my passion, take my leap of faith, and to one day, maybe, just maybe, sky dive with fish.

Sorry, again and Cake!

Alright, so I lied. I have not been the best at posting on my blog. I get side tracked and do not always remember to write.

Insert 10 second pause

I just wrote my self a note to blog more often and stuck it on my desk. Now I will write more.

I have decided to change it up a bit, less teen angst and more funny observations or random stories. I've decided that life is a show, and I better laugh and enjoy it before the credits roll. So let the real point to this entry begin.

I have an addiction. Now its not a normal college student addiction. I don't drink, I don't smoke, and I don't do drugs. I don't even drink coffee! My addiction is making cake, not even eating them. I love to bake cakes. At least once a weekend I will be in the dorm kitchen making one. The problem is getting rid of them. I don't eat cake very often, and I never seem to be in the mood to eat some, just bake 'em. I usually end up giving them to the Lupp Basemen. We even made a Facebook group.

This weekend was no different. I made a cake, and gave it to some friends. However, instead of making the cake at 8 or 9 and then going out, I went to go see the musical Hair, again, and then baked the cake. I wasn't done until 2:30 AM.

I think this is a problem, is there a Cake Bakers Anonymous?