<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493</id><updated>2009-02-21T02:59:07.994-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all just makebelieve</title><subtitle type='html'>this is caitlins blog. read it and weep.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>406</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-112126917408477431</id><published>2005-07-13T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T10:39:34.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye...</title><summary type='text'>you have been a good blog. but now i have an lj. its at :www.livejournal.com/users/angelds525</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112126917408477431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112126917408477431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112126917408477431' title='goodbye...'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-112124010512416560</id><published>2005-07-13T02:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T02:35:05.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i saw the sign</title><summary type='text'>oh yay. today was my birthday. a good one. we played wink, the best game ever. i am all rugburned and feel happy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112124010512416560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112124010512416560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112124010512416560' title='i saw the sign'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-112109866204961512</id><published>2005-07-11T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T11:17:42.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>i just called beloit. they have a meeting planned for TOMORROW to discuss things. I HATE YOU. WHY DO YOU LIE TO ME????</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112109866204961512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112109866204961512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112109866204961512' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-112105818748411583</id><published>2005-07-11T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T00:03:07.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>theres a fine, fine line</title><summary type='text'>i think i killed my computer. seriously. its all out of whack. eeep.in better news, i went to a party at hugh jehorsecock's, and virtually our entire class was there! it made me nostalgic for uni, and i was really happy to see them all, but it also reminded me of some things i did not like so much.tomorrow is the day i call beloit. wish me luck.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112105818748411583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112105818748411583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112105818748411583' title='theres a fine, fine line'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-112088869900156794</id><published>2005-07-09T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T01:00:22.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its not a motorcycle baby its a chopper</title><summary type='text'>today me and alison went to old navy and got corduroy flip flops, and then to barnes and noble where we got eachother graduation presents. it was fun. also at old navy we got bouncy balls out of a big bublegum-type vending machine.i talked to colette on AIM today, and it made me really happy, but then i accidentally left and never came back, and felt bad. oops.then kathleen and rose and annie </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112088869900156794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112088869900156794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112088869900156794' title='its not a motorcycle baby its a chopper'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-112080092171739118</id><published>2005-07-08T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T00:35:21.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>S-C-H-A-D-E-N-F-R-E-U-D-E!</title><summary type='text'>icky driving story:so im driving down university. its dark out and im maybe speeding a tinsy bit. all of the sudden i see this little old man, dressed in really dark clothes so i can hardly see him, walking very slowly across the street right in front of me. i had to step on the breaks so as not to hit him. i was really happy that i didnt hit him, but then he turns around and gives me the finger </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112080092171739118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112080092171739118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112080092171739118' title='S-C-H-A-D-E-N-F-R-E-U-D-E!'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-112069861507977740</id><published>2005-07-06T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:10:15.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wisest is she who knows she does not know</title><summary type='text'>guess who still hasnt heard from beloit? grrr, i hate them(actually: i dont)on a brighter note- me and alison were at borders today, and i saw the section of books in spanish, and they had a hundred years of solitude in spanish, and it reinforced my desire to become fluent. if i dont go to beloit next year, im at least going to take a parkland spanish class. we got their fall course listings in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112069861507977740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112069861507977740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112069861507977740' title='wisest is she who knows she does not know'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-112063325253547594</id><published>2005-07-06T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T02:02:16.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thats right! phlogiston, bitches!</title><summary type='text'>man, ive been reading another book, sophies world, and it is just, i dont even know how to describe it, AWESOME. theres this girl, sophie, and shes getting philosophy lessons from this mysterious guy, so theres just all these lessons about philosophy in it, but then theres also this mystery going on, and theres an 'alice in wonderland'-type vibe, and its so weird. but so interesting. i read all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112063325253547594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112063325253547594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112063325253547594' title='thats right! phlogiston, bitches!'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-112033919048747456</id><published>2005-07-02T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T16:19:50.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>o thou stranger woman...</title><summary type='text'>man, so i went to see mad hot ballroom with hannah, and we saw this trailer for this documentary about penguins, and at first i was like "this looks stupid, why would i want to watch a two hour movie about penguins", but the more and more i see ads for this movie, the more i want to see it, because the baby penguins are just so cute. seriously. i revert to baby-talk everytime i see a picture of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112033919048747456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112033919048747456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112033919048747456' title='o thou stranger woman...'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-112027453818850157</id><published>2005-07-01T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:42:24.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>turns out lonely people are all the same</title><summary type='text'>yesterday i spent almost all day watching a marathon of americas next top model, but had to turn it off right before the finale, which was sad. but then today i turned on the tv and it was americas next top model again, at almost the exact spot where i had turned it off yesterday. i really like that show, its such a guilty pleasure for me. everytime dad sees me watching it he makes some sarcastic</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112027453818850157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/112027453818850157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112027453818850157' title='turns out lonely people are all the same'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111998179867703133</id><published>2005-06-28T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T13:03:18.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>people is sometimes kind</title><summary type='text'>you know what i just realized that reaffirmed my college choice? if i had chosen bard, i would have had to go out there at the BEGINING of august. that would have sucked.im really starting to look forward to doing things like choosing classes, and buying stuff for my dorm room, and meeting my roommate and having a facebook, so i really hope they let me go next year. i sent off my FYI(thats what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111998179867703133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111998179867703133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111998179867703133' title='people is sometimes kind'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111989375943674458</id><published>2005-06-27T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:35:59.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it seems the time of parenthood is upon us</title><summary type='text'>dad asked me this morning what i was going to "do" with my summer. sigh. i feel so useless.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111989375943674458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111989375943674458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111989375943674458' title='it seems the time of parenthood is upon us'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111981796427219076</id><published>2005-06-26T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T15:32:44.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>youre what happens when two substances collide</title><summary type='text'>speaking of movies:yesterday i saw a trailer for rent and now im really excited and nervous about it. i want to see it, especially because it has most of the original cast in it, but what if its bad?then, later, i watched camp on tv. i know certain people will hate me for this, but it made me cry. the part where the girl gets her mouth un-wired shut and then sings that beautiful song. i agree </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111981796427219076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111981796427219076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111981796427219076' title='youre what happens when two substances collide'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111975649575684530</id><published>2005-06-25T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T22:28:15.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you very cute! recieve my heart please</title><summary type='text'>mia has caught some yarn from my room and is dragging it around looking super-cute.i went to sara sligars party today and it was fun, but my scrapbook page felt outclassed by everyone eles pretty ones, and then i sat at a table with abunch of juniors(seniors) and amelia, and they all talked about uni and what they were taking next year and it felt really weird. i dunno.but i went to see the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111975649575684530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111975649575684530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111975649575684530' title='you very cute! recieve my heart please'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111950023500185709</id><published>2005-06-22T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T23:20:21.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>its a nervous tic motion of the head to the left</title><summary type='text'>i love that song. but not when i have it stuck in my head for hours.yesterday me and alison and annie went to see mr and mrs smith, which was quite good, but i started singing that the second we got out of the theater and couldnt stop for ages. but at least its a good song.today i had to pick eli and his friends up at parkland and then drive them home, and i swear it was the most hellish </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111950023500185709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111950023500185709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111950023500185709' title='its a nervous tic motion of the head to the left'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111913248149169774</id><published>2005-06-18T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T17:09:12.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs</title><summary type='text'>last night i had this really huge epic dream, and i swore i was going to remember it when i woke up, but all i have now is a vague recollection and some images. it involved angelina jolie and an alien baby and some important futuristic war that i was involved in. i wish i could remember the plot- there was a lot of plot and it was cool. i am mourning the loss of my dream.also, i finally got an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111913248149169774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111913248149169774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111913248149169774' title='some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111907018945055118</id><published>2005-06-17T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T23:49:49.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>note: books are carefully folded forests</title><summary type='text'>man, i just got back from zack mcgintys bar mitzvah. me and alison were babysitting. it was weird. first we had no one to babysit, so we just sat around in this room way off far away from the service. then we finally got some kids and got into playing this game where they put us in jail and we escaped and hid from them. and it was hard because then we didnt have a good time keeping an eye on them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111907018945055118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111907018945055118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111907018945055118' title='note: books are carefully folded forests'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111899119554304566</id><published>2005-06-17T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:53:15.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yes, wind is the moons imagination wandering</title><summary type='text'>ah. i just got back from maxys birthday party. we went to meadowbrooke and ate food. me and hannah went on a really long quest beforehand to get him presents. then we went to the party and were late. we played sardines and saw tom and kimmy and anita there which was fun. then we went to mayas house.it was pretty cool. yup. now im back. but i have good plans for tommorrow, and some bad plans which</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111899119554304566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111899119554304566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111899119554304566' title='yes, wind is the moons imagination wandering'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111873037124867654</id><published>2005-06-14T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T01:26:11.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>she wants a pina colada in a pint glass</title><summary type='text'>i wish i knew if i was going to college next year... it would make thinking about it so much easier.today i ran all the errands i needed to, which was a relief. i still havent gotten paid( plus my mom is getting really mad at me for lack of job), but i returned my bad report cards and a huge stack of books to the library(where i saw aggie).i went on a mission to get this book after a i read an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111873037124867654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111873037124867654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111873037124867654' title='she wants a pina colada in a pint glass'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111864385383146094</id><published>2005-06-13T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T01:24:13.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ive reached up so many times to find my hands full of emptiness</title><summary type='text'>my week with the house to myself is over... it was nice. i didnt really take as full of advantage of it as i could have, but it was still fun.im having all of these dilemmas, and theyre very complicated, and i wish i could explain them to someone, but they all have these long backstories and i cant bring them up so im just confused and in positions i dont like. i hate this feeling. but some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111864385383146094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111864385383146094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111864385383146094' title='ive reached up so many times to find my hands full of emptiness'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111817126280709123</id><published>2005-06-07T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T14:07:42.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and i dont know why its so hard to consider this</title><summary type='text'>the fact that ive graduated keeps hitting me in flashes. sometimes i dont feel like anything has changed at all, and then all of the sudden i realize that im no longer a high school student. i watched freaks and geeks with batia yesterday and realized that it no longer applied to me anymore. it was very strange.having the house to myself is going pretty good. i keep on forgeting some of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111817126280709123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111817126280709123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111817126280709123' title='and i dont know why its so hard to consider this'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111796078999155328</id><published>2005-06-05T03:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T03:43:55.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gaiety, song-and-dance, here we are and there we are?</title><summary type='text'>dudes, we're graduates.this feels weird.really.i cried when we switched our tassles. the speeches were good, especially mr raybs. our uni-luminators are awesome. my family took billions of pictures. we went to dinner. my aunt and cousin gave me a tea set:) then we went to parties. embarrasing things were revaeled at kinzies. now im sitting at home with a lovely yearbook. maybe ill post more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111796078999155328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111796078999155328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111796078999155328' title='gaiety, song-and-dance, here we are and there we are?'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111789695680063189</id><published>2005-06-04T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T09:55:56.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last time i saw you, we'd just split in two</title><summary type='text'>damn. i was unable to sleep; thats why im up at this ridiculous hour. im still looking forward to graduation, but it still seems a long way off, even though its today. im brainstroming about how to decorate my cap, but i only have one idea so far. maybe ill just do that one. im looking forward to graduation parties and such. and also getting my lovely signed yearbook back today before we graduate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111789695680063189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111789695680063189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111789695680063189' title='last time i saw you, we&apos;d just split in two'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111783422806147745</id><published>2005-06-03T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T16:30:28.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>we are marching in the light of god</title><summary type='text'>i just posted my anthro project online so im all done with uni work FOREVER!! YAAAAAAAAY! and im starting to look forward to graduation. itll be pretty cool. everyone come.also i cant come to graduation parties tonight. and i might go to beloit next year after all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111783422806147745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111783422806147745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111783422806147745' title='we are marching in the light of god'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6321493.post-111766116659536523</id><published>2005-06-01T16:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T16:26:06.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>desperado, why wont you come to your senses</title><summary type='text'>yesterday was six flags. the school was mysteriously decorated (now how could that have happened!?!) six flags was fun, but REALLY hot and everything was so expensive so i was dehydrated a lot. i went on a rollercoaster(my first), and it was terrifying. never again. but other than that, it was fun. and we played the song game on the bus and that was awesome.mississippi is not looking so good, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111766116659536523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6321493/posts/default/111766116659536523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iwonderifyouwonder.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111766116659536523' title='desperado, why wont you come to your senses'/><author><name>Caitlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05764872981275397732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08860487463975277442'/></author></entry></feed>