Informing on the Resident Outcasts….

Ok, as it turns out, not many people know who the Resident Outcasts are. So here I am to explain. The Resident Outcasts are a group of people that I came up with. It was originally a band name for my nonexistent ~yet~ band with my friend Amanda.

But, seeing as it hasn’t been created yet, I use it as kind of a haven for kids who don’t fit in. ‘Cause 95% of the time they end up hanging with me and my friends, just ’cause that how we are. Amanda and I are Resident Outcasts #1&2, I’m 1 ’cause I created it and she’s 2 ’cause she’s been along for the ride longer than it really existed.

So that’s basically it.

So Cute…

It really is sometimes. Cute.

Our phone conversations. Really, it’s sweet. I’m fully aware that I’m not usually really that fluffy and stuff, but as anyone else this would be considered adorable.

From time to time, that is. Other times it’s like *whoa.* Who the hell talks about that? Kind of stuff. ‘Cause it’s what we do. Ok, lemme give you some examples….

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Cam: Do you miss me?

Cat: Huh?

Cam: Do you miss me?

Cat: Oh,…. well do you miss me? ~one of my issues kicking in here~

Cam: Yeah, I do.

Cat: Well, yeah, then I do too.

Cam: Are you only saying that ’cause I did?

Cat: Of course not! I really do.

Cam: Ok, cool.

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Ok, commence group *awwwwwwwwwww* -ing.

Lol, jk I know it’s not exactly the cutest thing you’ve ever heard, but I think it’s sweet. Cam’s really insecure about himself and me, he’s got some kind of depression. I think it’s so cute.

Ok, another example:

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Cam: Why did you decide to go back out with me?

Cat: Why did you want to go back out with me? ~Damn issues….~

Cam: ‘Cause I just did.

Cat: That’s a terrible answer.

Cam: It’s a temporary solution….If I tell you the really reason will you say it’s good enough?

Cat: If it’s true, I will.

Cam: It is.

Cat: Ok.

Cam: In all honesty, I really just wanted to be with you. ~He is totally utterly serious here~ So why did you say yes to me?

Cat: I still liked you.

Cam: But you hated me.

Cat: I hated you because I still liked you.

 Cam: You liked me because you hated me?

Cat: No, I hated you because I still liked you, and well it seemed pretty obvious that if you cheated on me you didn’t like me, so I had to be angry.

Cam: So you never hated me?

Cat: No, I hated you, but I liked you at the same time.

Cam:….That doesn’t make any sense.

Cat: Get used to it.

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Cam: Scarecrows.

Cat: I hate you.

Cam: Oh, you know you love me.

Cat:  Yup .You’re lucky I do.

Cam: I know. ~ ~

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Cam: You’re going to come to Saw 4 with us right?

Cat: Ugh, I will be absolutely horrified.

Cam: I will be right there.

Cat: It’s not that I’m worried about, it’s when you’re not here.

Cam: I always be there, I-

Cat: You know, I do tend to dwell on these things after the movie is over.

Cam: I won’t let anything hurt you.

Cat *  * I know

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So…oh I don’t know. He makes me smile. A lot. He’s funny and cute and sweet…And a total idiot. And good at math. And on the phone talking to him it’s like this feeling of contentedness, and I feel so happy. We watch Goosebumps together, like the true nerds we are. 

Life would be boring without him.

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Cat: Hello? Anyone there?

Cam: *Asleep*

Cat: Fell asleep again, huh?

Cam: *Still sleeping*

Cat: Goodnight, then, Cameron. Talk to you tomorrow.

*Click*

Updates!!! :) Dances, Mathcmaking and Me!

Ok, I’m updating my blog-life-thing today~or right now~ for no raisin. Ok, i lied. I do happen to have a reason.

As some of you CCA goers know, we had a dance last night , which I attended. Ok, so a long story short:

They played both really bad country and rap ~yech, crap~, had two kinds of brownies, candy corn, Jones soda, Spencer and I got Rhonda and Alex to dance together, they got back together ~all my fault~,

I forced this one chick to forget this poser skater guy she liked ~who didn’t like her back even though she is frigging awesome~ to be happy,  I listened to my MP3 player, danced with my friends and had fun. Oh, and Alex was the embodiement of White and Nerdy.

I still hated all the crap they played though. They didn’t even play Dance, Dance by FOB.

Ugh. But I love that song. A lot.

Oh well. Then as soon as I got home Cameron called and he thought I had forgotten about his “deep dark secret” of doom or something. Yeah right.

It’s not as if I’m holding it against him that he won’t tell me, ’cause he will, eventually but he said that he dosen;t care if I know, but he dosen’t want to tell me right now.

It dosen’t really make any sense, does it?

I mean, it’s not as if I’m really any better. I have trust issues. But if he asks me things, I’ll answer them. I dunno, I feel like I’m going to screw up something. With him. It’s like this bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. It makes me nervous, restless.

I dunno.

It’s all rahter confusing.

OMFG DID ANY OF YOU KNOW THERE ARE SOME OLD PEOPLE DISSING MY BLOG?

They’re all like 60!!!

WTF???

Weird, huh? I thought so.

Ugh, I’m getting out of here, my dad’s cokking onions and my tears are screwing up my makeup. ~OUCH!!~

BYE

Sirius and Remus

Get this through your head.

J.K. Rowling is not a homophobe.

Let me give you da facts, ok?

Remus is a werewolf. Sirius is a dog.

IT’S PRACTICALLY THE SAME.

Remus’s nickname is moony, MOONy, and Sirius is the name of the dog star.

Remus and Moony were obviously the best of friends in school along with James and Peter.

Neither of them are entirely masculine. Angry, and brave, yes, but not masculine. Sirius is in fact pretty emotional. And he practically clings to Remus in the third book.

Remus is quiet and good with work and school, and Sirius is kind of wild with his motorbike and long hair.

And if you take note, Remus pays no attention to Tonks, other than being wary of her feelings towards him, UNTIL Sirius dies. And then they get together. So if Remus is’t gay, he is at least bi.

And sirius is just a fairy. Think about it, sure he was in Gryffendor, but what do you think made him brave enough? Perhaps dealing with his sexuality in his pure-blood family?

It make sense people. Give up your “gay free” H.P. world.

‘Cause Dumbledore’s gay, and the puppies are gay too.

SIRIUS/REMUS FOREVER!!!

This Means War.

War….a very…contemptuous term, don’t you think so? I do. Such a hate-filled, disgusting three letter word. Despicable. I have never been one for war, really. I’ve always believed in peace. Peace has always been good for everyone, eh? But now I understand this…this…great and terrible hate that some people have for others. It’s fairly empowering to some I suppose. Terrifying to others, and always both. When I say always both I mean at first, it is terrifying, but if you just so happen to harness it correctly, it brings some kind of power. Over yourself, over others. Confidence. People follow confidence. It’s rather obvious to any-working mind.

Now what, per se brings this….somewhat torturous emotion? If you don’t believe me when I say hate and anger, fury even, you must trace it back to pain and hurt. And other such related emotions. Once experienced, it’s rather hard to get rid of.

 WHICH IS WHY I’M DECLARING WAR ON CCA!

So, other than the fact that I friggin hate CCA, you might be wondering why go to such drastic measures as war?

Well, there are quite a few things. Dresscodes only really go to kids who aren’t in the clone material ~aka me and my friends, excluding a few different groups.~ which btw is racial profiling. Which is retarded.

 And now I actually know why people say we’re a prep school. ’Cause we act all stuck up like one.  We have all these stupid rules. It’s no wonder why everyone hates us.

The reason I’m so particularly pissed today is because a] OUR FUCKING GRADING SCALE IS STILL AT THE OLD STANDARD~aka, like 5% higher than every other district in the school.~ and b] WE AREN’T ALLOWED TO HAVE ANYONE IN HIGH SCHOOL OTHER THAN FRESHMANS COME TO DANCES.

Now this wouldn’t particularly bother me if i didn’t happen to be dating a sophmore.

It’s not even a district thing, it’s just CCA. I’d totally understand if it was a district thing and drop it. But it’s not.

HERE’S A NEWS FLASH FOR ALL YOU FUCKING ADULTS RUNNING CCA! WE AREN’T ANY BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE, SO STOP BEING SO DAMN STUCK UP!!!

YOU’RE HURTING THE STUDENT’S CHANCES OF GETTING SCHOLARSHIPS.

Students like me! and it pisses me off that because you adults have to have your little socially-retarted “angels” better than everyone else, I have almost no chance for a scholarship. the Wyoming scholarship thing, Hathaway doesn’t look at percentages as it should, it looks instead at LETTER GRADES.

And our letter grades will be ultimately lower than everyone else’s because they have an kinder grading scale. All my low grades would have been passing grade last quarter if you fuckers would have followed the change like everyone else.

And I wouldn’t have had a week long clinical depression overload, including tears, and several nicks in the wall.

and don’t give me any of your shit about “lowering you standards” ’cause to help the childern ~which you are ultimately failing at right now~ sometimes you have to. So thanks, ’cause now Frontier idiots who haven’t hand-written anything in months, will be getting all the scholarships.

THANKS A FUCKING LOT, YOU SELF-”RIGHTEOUS” BASTARDS.

You have ruined my life. So when kids start wasting bullets through their pretty little heads, don’t say no one warned you or that you have no idea why so many formers are killing themselves.

WAR.

There shall be a war. ‘Cause when I really, really set my mind to something, nothing can stop me.

And you have just succeed in actually pissing me off. Congrats.

You’re the first.

And the last. 

I declare war. So bring it on.

Updates!!! (Yay)

Wohoo time for some updates ya’ll.

Um…well pretty much the same as a few days ago really. So i’m not sure why I’m posting this.

Today was kinda weird. Our teachers had to go to some stupid meeting so we pretty much got to goof around all day. We played with paint and met these actors. You know the ones who come to the school in character and stay in it the whole time.

One was this guy who was a silent film actor and we got to like act some out.

 

Alex, Shelby, and Brian’s was the best. Shelby was “Nel” the adorable but poor girl, Alex played a GREAT evil Henry Oilcan as the evil villan and Brian was the small but mighty hero. Alex was particularly good ’cause he kept miming a french mustache. The ones that curl at the ends. {see picture above ’cause wordpress is being retarted and won’t lemme move it.}

Totally Dudley DoRight. I loved it, it was so funny.

So today was really not so terrible. It was interesting.

More smileys.

:):):):):):):):):)

Yay.

My blog rocks harder than Alex’s. I have more magic hits.

TTFN I must go do….something else now……or something…..

YAY CASEY CALVERT!!!

I lurve him.

Today’s Song-Cut Up Angels-The Used

“Cut Up Angels”

If we cut out the bad
Well then we’d have nothing left
Like I cut up your mouth
The night I stuffed it all in
And you lied to the Angel
Said I stabbed you to death
If we go at the same time
They’ll clean up the mess I lost my head
You couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

Watched you bite into the bottle
Watched me kick out the chair
Let you chew up the glass
And laughed as you just hung there
I have thought of rose petals mostly perfect and pure
Then I thought of your petals
And the abuse they’ve been through

I lost my head
You couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
Whoa whoa

I told the angels
Cant stay in heaven
I asked the devil
If we cut out the bad well then we’d have nothing left
Like I cut up your angels
Yeah you stabbed me to death

I lost my head
You couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun
You lost your head
I couldn’t come
This lust to my brain almost feels like a gun

Concerning Blogs and Andy Greenwald

As some of you may know, I read alot. One of the beter non-fiction books i’ve read this year was by andy Greenwald and entitled “Punk rock, teenagers, and Emo.”

Which is basically an exploration of the term “emo” and where it came from. It’s a seriously awesome book btw, and in the last chapter Andy’s talking about blogs and their effects on teens lives in this glorious 20th century.

Yeah, so he’s telling th reader about a blog her read by a guy ~named something with a “T”~ and how this guy really liked this girl who kept turning him down, but eventually she said yes.

And it turned into a classic break up. Guy calls too much, girl’s blog STARTS TO BECOME MORE VAGUE., addressing mysterious and leaving messages for them. The bf asks who she’s talking to and calls but she’s always busy.

After just three weeks, it was over. And mostly because of that blog.

My point of this entry is that you shouldn’t hold bakc in a blog. If you don’t want to use real names, that’s your deal, but you can’t just stop posting a huge thing in your life.

Like my ever repeating posts on bf-ex-bf-ex-bf again Cameron. a lot of them say the same thing, but uh, NO DUH.

It’s a big deal to me so why wouldn’t I post and re-post about him? I’m not gunna quit just because certain people read it. they can call me a stalker if they want, even though that’s obviously not me, thats Amanda.

And my blog kicks ass. ‘Cause I don’t leave things out. I say it if it’s on my mind and then others read it. And that’s what it’s all about.

DAMMIT THIS KEYBOARD SUCKS!!!

Great. (Ambiguous)

Ambiguous week.
Great.
In both a good way an a bad.
Well, it’s been good because of about a hundred little hings, I got my new awesome glasses, Cameron and I were on the phone for like over four hours. Just now, really. Like..an hour ago. And we talked all week. All of it on the phone, sure, but it’s still talking. He’s great. Crazy, an idiot, and a tease, but great. BTW, by “tease” I mean he makes fun of me for being afraid of scarecrows and clowns. Don’t get and naughty ideas. I ALSO GOT A ZUNE!!!
Yeah, so I’m relatively happy. Who am I kidding I’m the happiest I’ve been in months. <— See? Smiley face.

Now for the bad part that might be a little depressing.

Well, first, I lost my birth certificate, so I couldn’t get my permit on Monday, then our computer borke after a particulalrly exciting black-out, so when I returned home after the black-out, I needed to use it and couldn’t. I had to do a debate in P.D. against two of the smartest kids in class. Fun. And now I’m the biggest loser I personally know of because of…well let me end this with a quote from this evening on the phone with Cameron.

(Around 10 UGH, this was hard for me to say and harder for me to post on the internet, so you had better not say anything.)

Cameron:So how many people have you actually kissed?
Cat: …I’d rather not say…
Cam: Why?
Cat: ‘Cause it’s embarassing, that’s why.
Cam: Come on-
Cat: Fine. but you’ll think I’m a loser and I already think I’m a loser.
Cam: Tell me.
Cat: Fine just about…no one. See? I’m a loser. totally and pathetically a total-
Cam:Really? You’re not a loser.
Cat: i’m a loser-
Cam: i know people who are bigger loses than you-
Cat: So how man people have you kissed?
Cam: God, I dunno. Not a lot.Hold on I can count…..Like two.
Cat: Impressive. I’m such a loser *groans*

And that is all I can actually remember until Cameron’s all “Hey Caitlin? Tell Ricardo what you told me.” And I was like no of course. So he threatened to do it himself and I told him to go it, so then they started talking about bigger losers than me, because Cameron is a total idiot when it comes to girls.

I know from expierience.

He’s such an idot. Bu he’s my idiot.

So there’s my week in a few paragraphs. It’s been intersting.

Canadian Terrorist—According to the DMV

Goddammit.

Ok, who here knew that in the state of Wyoming you need a birth certificate to get a learner’s permit?

It’s retarted, so we acted kind of like suspicious leaving (on purpose for my part)

So now the state thinks my dad and I are Canadian Terrorists. Crazy. so I still don’t have my permit.

Or my glasses.   :’(

Alex thinks I was madly in love with him for like half the year back in seventh.

Please.

I’m just saying though.

So yeah….

I guess I’m a Canadian Terrorist now. Cool. My headquarters can be in a giant snowman where we plan snowball fights with american Tourists.

‘Cause it’s apparently impossible to get a birth certificate from the state of Kansasa without actually driving down there or some shit.

—-totally joking about the Terrorist thing though.. Don’t call security or anything…—

….LOSTPROPHETS AND ANBERLIN!!!…..