in my head, in my heart, in my soul
My name's Caitlin.
I'm 19, I live in Texas, and I hate it. Yes, we have electricity here, and no, I've never so much as touched a horse or owned a cowboy hat. We actually do have these amazing contraptions called vehicles, and we have running water, skyscrapers, and cities with populations over 1,000. Stfu.
I play WoW (World of Warcraft). Probably way too much for my own good!
I'm the kind of girl who dyes her hair a different color every month for kicks. You name a color, chances are I've had it in my hair.
I'm terribly sarcastic. If rude, offensive, bitchy statements and jokes offend you, please, hit the back button now. Being serious just doesn't appeal to me in most situations. That doesn't mean I can't hold my own in an argument. Give me a topic, and I'll debate with you until the world ends, even if I know I'm wrong.
Time for a cliché: Music is my lifeline. Whatever the situation, music calms me down. Take away my iPod and I might collapse into a fit of hysterics.
There are two kinds of people in this world; Beatles people, and Elvis people. I'm Beatles people.
I smoke. Constantly.
I write constantly. I honestly carry a pen and notebook wherever I go. Ideas strike me at the oddest times. Chances are, you'll never read anything I write minus a poem or short story.
"For your sake, I hope heaven and hell are really there, but I wouldn't hold my breath."
tell me what you want...I'll tell you what you get
Driving down this broken highway
Feels so strange, loneliness kicks in
The cars are blurs, passing by
As I inch along this road again
Away from you, I'm putting distance
Between us, with every mile my heart
Breaks a little more, resistance
Of us being so far away, so far apart
The noises of everyday life drown out
My quiet breaths, until I can't think
Anymore. In my mind there lays doubt,
If I should keep moving, tear this link
I brace myself for impact of reason,
The thought that hits me, familiar, déjà vu
Another day, another month, another season,
My memories, paired with yours, nothing new
I sit a little straighter, wipe my face,
Brush back my hair, and reminisce about us
When morning dawns I will wish away your trace
And one day you'll realize, we're more than memories etched in dust.
won't you carry it in?
Want to start a conversation with me? And not fail miserably at it? Let me lay down a few basic rules.
1. Don't leave me a comment in netspeak. iF u tlk 2me lyk dis, i wil not reply 2ur cmnt.
2. Don't comment me asking for ratings, or telling me to rate you because you rated me. Uh, no. That's likely to get you a '1' or a big, fat 'ignored'.
3. Don't insult me unless you're prepared to be slaughtered. Come up with something clever enough, it'll make me laugh and you might end up becoming my new best friend.
"So what do I talk to you about?" Something I like.
Movies: Try Alice in Wonderland, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Harry Potter, anything magic/horror/mystery/fantasy related.
Books: You're probably good with anything there.
Games: World of Warcraft, Oblivion, Assassins Creed, Overlord, Call of Duty.
Misc.: Computers, layouts/HTML, TV (House!), TWLOHA, music, fashion, 'pop culture', whatever.
If I trust you enough, I'll give you my cell number so we can text. Because god knows, I tend to ignore VF for weeks at a time. Oops. If you really need to tell me something, chances are I won't see it here. Proceed to my LJ, or, preferably, my MySpace. 
