Excelpert

Yes, I'm becoming an excelpert. I can't believe what you can do in this mother. I've only made it to page 381 of 899 (gosh it's a regular Fountainhead novel if you ask me) but soon I'm going to conquer the whole shebang. As you can see, I've eliminated lab work from my life and picked up this new, proudly, useful hobby! (just as the tabs at the bottom show).



Today, I found an option to change the background of the entire sheet. I saved this setting and named the file "Colleens Template" to help her at work. I see promotion written all over that.

Rager Results Are In!!!

Check out the results from the Rager in the TRK lab. Also, this past weekend I had my first non-food ordering interaction with my Morning Times boyfriend. Nothing really resulted but I'm sure I will be recognized from now on. Further more I now have a Raleigh Times boyfriend.

Lessons learned from riding by bars:
1. Pink spandex draw attention
2. Track standing draws staring
3. Combination is deadly

Post Script - I may or may not die as a result of this awesome picture. Yes it is me and yes it is in the "photo booth" where we take pictures of gels...which are soaking in ethidium bromide. Hair sweeps it up well.

Rager in the TRK Lab

It's our last official day with no rules or regulation in the lab. It was one good week but I wish it was one where I was a little less busy. Anyway, we plan to make art labo....art by full use of lab supplies. This is to be presented at First Friday, the best thing Raleigh has going. The Rager lasts 1:10 and is happening in room 341 Schaub.

The Rager starts at 3:50.

See you there.

Averagest Day Ever

So I kinda sorta started out with the worst day ever: a new friend asking ME if my x-boyfriend likes her or not cause apparently she's sorta into him -- which is one of the reasons why I don't like him to be making friends with my friends. Awkward.

-----------HOWEVER---------------

It turned right back around to the best day ever when I had a pretty sweet interview with a company from the Denver, CO. I felt really good about my answers and now I'm pretty pumped to actually get a real job someday. Mid/third/quart-life crisis over?


Love,
Caitlin

Tattoos

There has been a lot of talk about tattoos lately. Bro-tats of dinosaurs for the foodies + Shannball, the MA outline I've always wanted and most recently, SNICK arm sleeves. Now, the SNICK arm sleeves are especially interesting because one generation included the show Pete and Pete. Young Pete (Danny Tamberelli) featured Petunia, a ginger vixen tattoo, on his forearm. I believe this is the cause behind the recent popularity in arm decor. Also, depending on your age, you may or may not be familiar with the show lineup. Those who watched when Round House was present may not relate well with other who were around for Alex Mac. You could use this to judge maturity/interest of potential friends.

Other tattoos include:
Jesse Katsopolis
Jesse Katsopolis' tattoos
A dinosaur with a tattoo of myself with the tattoo of the dinosaur

Still undecided. Still searching for tattoo balls.

Life lessons, age 8

I remember that time I had just moved into a new house with all of our possessions fully boxed. I'm talking from one country to another, a serious packing job. This house had the ultimate basement as well. Huge in my 8 year old eyes. I created the ultimate play city. I had boxes which became ice cream shops, restaurants, you name it. I played in it everyday. This was the year 1991, the same year as hurricane Bob. We, up north, don't get storms like you do here in the south and when we do they are relatively mild. This was a big one. Houses, cars, boats...all destroyed. Places were flooded. This included the basement of our newly domesticated home. My city was destroyed. I remember wading through the water pleading with my father to save what we could. No, Caitlin...it's gone. I wanted nothing more than to dry out the boxes accepting the fact that they might not look as good but I couldn't. Devastated.

Boys Say the Stupidest Shit

Remember that show hosted by Bill Cosby "Kids Say the Darnedest Things"...so do I. My personal spin-off show, hosted by yours truely, will be called "Boys Say the Stupidest Shit". This concept all started a few years back when I was a young vixen and was hit on...fairly often. Although the story is not the same today (likely because of my encounters and now changed view of the male species) I still like to reminisce in the time that once was. From now on, when I don't have a good daily story, I will refer back to my collection of episodes from "Boys Say the Stupidest Shit".

Pilot episode:

Come on guys. The game isn't that hard, really. It is a careful balance but there are some obvious no-nos. For example: avoid hitting on me in front of you mother. So there I was playing foosball with some guy, just playing the game while another guy proceeds to move in. He starts asking me questions and I'm ignoring. If you have ever played foosball with me you'll realize the I get slightly intense. I'm concentrating. The guy, who I'm definitely not playing foosball with, continues to hit on me. "I want to like ... take you to the movies". Not a terrible job, but not good. He continues...finally, asking my name. My reply? Theresa. Whatever, I don't care, I'm not interested and I really want to play this game. "Theresa?" he replies "Yo, that's my mom's name...Hey, mom!!" He turns around "Her name is Theresa too!"

No, definitely not. Give at least a 10 foot radius from your mother while playing the pickup game. Not only was this terrible BUT he then called me the wrong name!! After getting so excited about me having the same name as his mother he then calls me the wrong name.

Lame sauce at the Locker room

Caitlin

Granted this isn't the best story but I plan to save that for the finale.