tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18523377311362595382024-02-20T11:10:14.694-08:00Enigmatic AmbianceCaitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.comBlogger212125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-48797299635201767702014-08-22T01:47:00.000-07:002014-08-22T01:47:07.102-07:00I SAID YES! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So much has happened since March 24th, my last post on this blog. I worked at a movie theater until about a week and a half ago. I got a new job at a portrait studio. I went to Ohio to visit my family. I went to the beach, but not nearly enough times, if you ask me! <br />
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However, the most important thing that has happened to me since March 24th, was June 1st, when...<b>I SAID YES</b>!<br />
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It's a really long story, but I'll tell you about it anyways! <br />
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Ever since before the <strike>boyfriend</strike> FIANCÉ and I started dating, we knew we would eventually get married. He didn't want to start a relationship with someone that he wasn't going to spend the rest of my life with and I had already waited a long time (like four months) for him to even agree to date me. Yeah. You heard that right,<i> I</i> made the first move!<br />
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So, we always knew we would get married someday, but the timing was never right. I'm still in school. We never had the money. Sometimes he would jokingly get down on one knee and ask me, but he never had a ring so I never really took it seriously.<br />
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Fast forward to when we went to visit my family in Ohio for my brother and sister's high school graduation. <b><i>ZOOOOM</i></b>.<br />
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My family was sitting around the backyard after we had gotten back from the racetrack. I remember it being a really nice night. I was taking pictures of my sister waving sparklers and we were putting smoke bombs in the fire pit to make the flames change colors. The stars were shining above us like they do in the Ohio countryside and nothing could have been more perfect.<br />
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After a while, Daniel asked me to stand up, so without thinking, I did what he had asked. He got down on one knee and opened a box. At least, it sounded like a box. It was too dark to really know for sure.<br />
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The next thing I know, I say "NO." and sit back down. The box freaked me out. He had asked me to marry him before, but he had never had a box with him before! Add that to my tendency to be an introvert and what did you expect? We were inn front of my family!<br />
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So, obviously that upset him. He sulked back into his chair. My dad kind of chuckled and then he and my sister eventually when off to get Taco Bell. My mom went inside the house so we could have some privacy. When I finally got Daniel to talk to me, he was livid. He couldn't believe that I had said no. I couldn't blame him because I couldn't believe it myself.<br />
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He's the man of my dreams. The man I can talk to about anything without feeling all awkward and shy and like he's going to judge me for what I think. The man whose hugs are a little too tight, just the way I like them. The man whose goodnight kisses linger on my lips the entire way home from his house. How could I say no to the man who means the world to me?<br />
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When my dad came back home, Daniel and I end up inside, talking about why I said no. I end up saying No two or three more times that night. Even after putting on the most beautiful ring that I have ever seen. The one that I picked out. I wanted it so much and I never dreamed I would get it, but now that I had it, I couldn't accept it.<br />
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Keeping the ring made me feel like I would be accepting the proposal out of guilt rather that out of actual want. I mean, I wanted it more than anything, but in the moment, I was confused and angry at myself. I felt like I ruined the best night ever.<br />
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Eventually, he agrees to ask me again. Another day. Another place. He wasn't happy about it at all though. <br />
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Daniel would talk about it all the time, whenever we went anywhere with my family. He would hope that we were going to somewhere "beautiful." Then one day, he decided to take matters into his own hands and asked if we could go to Lake Erie. We ended up at a lighthouse, which would have been perfect, but there was a portable bathroom right next to it and to make things worse, it was right next to someone's house. Romantic buzzkill.<br />
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After that, we went to a set of waterfalls near Cleveland. He asked me to take a walk with him, away from my family, which I agreed to. I was taking pictures of the falls and he got down on one knee behind me, waiting for me to turn around. That time, I SAID YES!<br />
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Our story isn't perfect, but it's perfect for us. Do I wish I had said yes the first night? Definitely, but I'm okay with our story not being "the way it should be." Now, it's wedding planning time!<br />
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Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-54594156453937873772014-03-24T12:24:00.000-07:002014-08-22T01:47:30.647-07:00Shit Customers SayI've been working in the box office at the movie theater for two weeks and I have had a multitude of customers. Most seem pretty nice. They pay for their tickets and carry on with their day. Others are a little more memorable. There are people who ask the same things that a hundred other people have asked and then there are people who say things that leave you wondering "What just happened?"<br />
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1. He's a child.</h3>
Or any variety of this phrase really. I'm a child. She's a child. I'm actually five. I get it, you don't think you are mature enough to have to pay $11 for a movie ticket. Unfortunately, you are like forty. Get over your age issues and pay up. Also, people need to stop calling their spouses children or I'm going to flip out. It's really disrespectful no matter what your relationship is like.<br />
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2. Don't try to sell me anything. That's not right.</h3>
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At the box office, we are supposed to ask customers if they would like to donate to the Variety children's charity, which provides wheel chairs and walkers to underpriveldged children with special needs. Forgive me for asking if you could donate three dollars to help these poor children. I didn't know you would be so offended. Which brings me to my next comment.<br />
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3. Next time.</h3>
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I know for a fact that you are not going to donate next time, so just be honest and say no. <br />
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4. Why are the ticket prices fifty cents more than at -insert theater here-?</h3>
How am I supposed to know this? Possibly because our theater is only three years old and we keep it looking amazing? If it's such a big deal, go to the other theater instead.<br />
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5. Why don't you have -insert movie here-? The theater in -insert city here- does.</h3>
The short answer is, I don't know why we don't have that movie. I don't make the movie selections. However, I can tell you that we only have so many theaters and we can't possibly show all of them.<br />
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6. How many seats are left?</h3>
Like, all of them? Frozen has been in our theater for months now. Nobody wants to see it anymore. Except for...you. By the way. You know you can go to Target and get that movie cheaper than you would be paying for it at the theater, right? Obviously not since you are here.<br />
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7. There weren't any seats. Can I get a refund? </h3>
I know for a fact that half the theater is empty, but sure, let me call a manager over right away.<br />
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8. Could we please make this a priority?</h3>
I know it sucks that your son lost his wallet, but don't expect me to put you above all the other customers that are waiting in line behind you. I will check the lost and found, but if it's not there, I can't really do much except for take your name down. I'm not going to drop everything that I'm doing to go search for a wallet.<br />
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9. Do they look like adults to you!?</h3>
Your kids do not look like adults to me, but in movie ticket lingo, you are considered and adult if you are over 11. I've never met your kids before, so I don't know how old they are. If they look somewhere between 10 and 14, I'm going to ask. Oh, and I don't have an aggressive personality, that would be you. Please, just pay for your tickets and go somewhere else. I have better things to do than to listen to you calling me rachet. Thanks for being a great role model for your kids, btw!<br />
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10. I'll take two motherfuckin** old people for Divergent at 7:00. </h3>
This one caught me off guard. This old man, with a can, came up to me and blurted that out. I kind of stared at him and then he said, "When you have lived as long as I have, you deserve to have some motherfuckin' fun." Touché.<br />
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**Note: I chose not to edit out the curse words because it's a direct quote and it would have less impact. Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-39199485268701564192014-03-12T14:53:00.001-07:002014-03-12T17:39:37.876-07:00My Phone ShatteredAbout a week and a half ago, I was at the park, photographing my pastor's kids. They didn't want their picture taken though so they were being really difficult. Running away. Hiding their face from the camera. Making silly faces. It was definitely a learning experience.<br />
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While we were playing my phone fell out of my pocket and it must have hit part of the playground before the ground because when I picked it up, the screen was shattered. It still worked and I considered replacing the screen, but then the next day, it fell in a puddle. It was suicidal and trying to tell me I needed a new phone, pronto.<br />
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I decided to get an iPhone 5s in Space Gray because...</h3>
1. It's beautiful.<br />
2. It replaces both my iPod Touch (which doesn't hold a charge) and my phone.<br />
3. Instagram and other apps.<br />
4. I've always wanted an iPhone.<br />
5. Customization.<br />
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Speaking of customization, I really love iPhone cases. I'm intrigued by the variety of cases that are out there. Some are purely for iPhone safety and those are kind of lame, but then there are pretty cases that I think reflect personality and awesomeness.<br />
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I was looking at cases on Etsy after I bought my phone and was bombarded with so much beautifulness that I couldn't decide which one to get. My favorite is the Hakuna Matata one. While looking at cases, I realized that I'm attracted to chevron/triangle shapes and quotes if they are done nicely. <br />
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Unfortunately, I ended up not getting any etsy cases at all because I was super paranoid about breaking another phone and the Tmobile guy convinced me to get a Tech21 case. While I really wanted an awesome case, I'm glad I got the one I did because the color is amazing and it feels really nice.<br />
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Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-54187312800847895412014-03-11T00:00:00.000-07:002014-03-11T00:00:12.401-07:00Workin at the...movies, yeah. In yesterday's post, I kind of hinted at some major life changes that happened within the past week. Okay, so maybe some aren't so major, like getting a new phone because mine cracked and fell in a puddle (more on that tomorrow), but I have some exciting news!<br />
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Today is my first day, working at one of my favorite places in the world. You can find me in the Box Office at the movie theater, selling movie tickets. I'm pretty sure I get to watch movies for free too. How awesome is that!?<br />
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I'm a strong believer that things will come when the time is right. I was laid off in May 2012 when my local Blockbuster closed down. Since then, I never really looked for work, but somehow knew that when I needed a job, it would come to me. When applying to jobs, I prefer the apply sporadically and then forget you did it approach. I like to think of it as, putting myself out there, but not expecting anything in return. I have had three interviews (Target, Chipotle, and Cinemark) in the entire time that I haven't been working. <br />
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Out of the three, Cinemark is definitely my first choice. I get to work around something that I am really passionate about. While I don't plan on a movie related career turning into a lifetime thing, I think it's still important that I enjoy what I am doing. Besides, movies wouldn't exist if it wasn't for photography!<br />
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BTW. I have some tips that could help in an interview or life in general. <br />
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<b>>> Don't worry...about a thing!</b> It might seem like the end of the world to see your bank account dwindling, but you just need to be patient. Worrying isn't going to get you anywhere. Hakuna Matata!<br />
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<b>>> Be yourself. </b> To me, it feels like the interviews of both jobs that I have had completely bombed compared to the way you are "supposed" to interview. But I stayed true to myself and talked about things that reflected me as a person rather than what I thought they would want to hear. I told my Blockbuster manager that my favorite movie is Finding Nemo because I like the ocean. And in the interview last Tuesday, when I was asked about a major obstacle, I told the story of why I bought E.T. That story is actually more interesting than it sounds.<br />
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<b>>> Stay calm. </b> This takes a lot of practice. Talking to people freaks me out, whether I have known them all my life or I have never met them before. It used to be so bad that I couldn't even order food at Taco Bell. Fortunately, I've come along way since then and I have no problem talking to people. It's just the coming up with stuff to say that is difficult for me. I guess what I am trying to say is, don't be nervous! The interviewer isn't going to hurt you. The worst they can do is reject you.<br />
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<b>>> Get over that fear of rejection. </b> We all have it to some degree, but if you never try, you will never know. What was that quote Sam's dad hung in his diner in The Cinderella Story? Oh right...<br />
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Unfortunately, I think it's time that we break up. It's not you, it's me. I want more out of life than sitting in bed for hours on end, trying to finish the last season of Dawson's Creek in a weekend. I don't care who you are, 32 episodes of Dawson's Creek in three days is not healthy. Netflix, I want to read, take pictures, and go on adventures. My addiction to you is restricting my dreams and I need to put an end to that. <br />
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I'm just so busy these days. I recently had to examine my life and make changes to those things that I think are "time wasters." Every night, I would come home and instead of opening a bottle of wine to relax, I would grab my laptop and watch you for hours until I fell asleep. Think of all that I could have done with that time. The possibilities are endless. I think it's for the best that we spend some time apart. <br />
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Besides, you deserve better than me. With my life the way it is now, we wouldn't be able to have that quality time that we are both used to. Making you think that I'm going to be there everyday by paying your $8 monthly fee doesn't seem fair to either of us. So, if you think about it, I'm doing you a favor. <br />
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Cheer up, Netflix! There's plenty of other fish in the sea. From what I hear, you have over 40 million customers. I'm sure you are going to make someone else really happy. <br />
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I hope we meet again in the future, when my life isn't so hectic, but until then, best of luck to you!<br />
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Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-55060826200459039372014-03-03T00:00:00.000-08:002014-03-03T00:00:08.967-08:00Meet My Bloggy Big!I believe our blog world only exists because there is a sense of community. There are other people who you teach new things, learn from and collaborate with to improve your success. I think even the "biggest" bloggers can still learn something from someone else. That's one of the reasons I loved the idea of Bigs and Littles.<br />
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My bloggy big for the past couple of months has been Elyse from My Life with a Cherry On Top. She has been absolutely wonderful. I loved having someone that I knew I could email if I ever had a problem or a question. I also liked that I had someone that I could help and encourage.<br />
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One of the things that I love about Elyse is the fact that she is an art teacher at an elementary school. I love seeing the cute projects that she does with her students, like the <a href="http://mycherrytoppedlife.blogspot.com/2014/01/5-for-friday.html">gumball machines</a> with 100 gumballs for the 100th day of school. It's still cute, even if kindergarteners can't count to 100 yet!<br />
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If I couldn't be a photographer, I would probably want to spend my days doing artsy things with children. It sounds like so much fun!<br />
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When Elyse isn't blogging about her awesome job, she is probably sharing pins or recipes that she loved. I definitely suggest you hop over to her blog and start following her right now!<br />
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Creative? I think so. <br />
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Mayhem and her mommy have been making these dresses for almost a year now. The dresses started off simple, but in my opinion, they were always amazing. Sometimes after award shows, Mayhem and her mommy Google images of
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Things happen and when they do, you have a choice. You can either let them ruin your day, or you can look on the brightside of things. My day has already had it's ups and downs and I've only been awake for 3 hours, but I'm not going to let it get to me! I'm making the choice to stay positive and keep looking for the brightside. <br />
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<i><b>On The Brightside! </b></i>The shorts that I ended up wearing didn't constantly ride up like they usually do. </blockquote>
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<i><b>On The Brightside!</b></i> My hair has never felt better. I can go days without washing and it doesn't look completely awful like it used to when I was a die-hard Aussie user. I could barely go two days without washing my hair then. Now I've been averaging 3-4, so I guess the lack of constant washing makes up for the price difference. </blockquote>
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One of the reason's I loved Dawson's Creek so much when I started watching it a few months ago was the fact that he was so incredibly passionate. He decided he wanted to be a film director at such an early age and would stop at nothing until that dream became a reality.<br />
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I saw myself in the character. Sure, I didn't decide I wanted to be a photographer until I was 17, but still, that's pretty early and when I did decide on it, I became so passionate and wanted to learn everything there was to learn about the subject.<br />
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Then the dry spell happens. To both, me and Dawson. It's like you forget who you are because your entire life is consumed with this one thing. You no longer see yourself as a person, but as your "profession," which you may or not be getting paid for. I'm not, by the way. <br />
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Dawson went through a phase of not doing anything with a camera because he wanted to find himself again. He took down all of his Spielberg posters and replaced them with non-movie related things. Like the a Beatles poster and pictures of his friends after he took up photography. The problem is, after that phase, we rarely ever see him with a video camera again.<br />
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Sure, he has since made a documentary that won an award and now he's in film school, but don't you think a film maker, who is TRULY passionate about making films should carry a camera with them at all times? We rarely ever see Dawson do that. In this particular aspect, I'm a little different. I carry my camera with me everywhere, but I rarely take it out of my bag. <br />
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Over the weekend, I read an article called <a href="http://www.billjayonphotography.com/The%20Thing%20Itself.pdf">"The Thing Itself" by Bill Jay</a>. He made a lot of good points on the subject of photography and photographers, but one thing that Bill Jay said in his article deeply saddened me. He said, <b>"it is rare indeed to see a photographic student carrying a camera."</b><br />
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In my experience, students choose the photo route, not because they want to make a lot of money like you might find in the engineer department, but because they are passionate about what they are doing. I think it's a little strange that we aren't showing off what we are passionate about. We should be wanting to take pictures of every little thing. Exploring the world around us, yet we hide it.<br />
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You may not be a photographer or a film maker, but I'm sure you are deeply passionate about something. I don't know what it is, but are you trying to hide it, or are you trying to show off your gifts? <u>Personally, I want to show it off. </u><br />
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I'm sure you are all tired of hearing about Valentine's Day, but I have a ton of pictures to share with you, so you are going to have to get over it! </div>
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The boyfriend wouldn't tell me any of the plans, except that we were going to go to the beach until the day of. He says he didn't want the plans to fail, but I think it's because he thought I would turn my control freak on and hijack the special day. Which, probably would have happened.</div>
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He told me I had to wake up early, which wasn't much of a problem since I've been doing that anyways. We went to the gym and made our ab muscles all sore. At least, I did. Those muscles have been screaming at me with pain at even the slightest breath all weekend. But you know what? I couldn't be any happier about that! </div>
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After we went to the gym and showered and got all fancy, the boyfriend took me to one of my favorite restaurants, Sweet Tomatoes. It's a soup and salad bar. I'm not really a soup fan, but all of those vegetables I get to choose from, OMG. And their sourdough bread! <3 I'm pretty sure he only wanted to go there because they were serving Red Velvet Lava Cake all day, but I was not going to complain! </div>
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After lunch, we headed to the city aka. San Francisco because when he gave me a few options, naturally, I chose to go to the beach. He had me ask Kathryn if she wanted to come with us because he didn't think she should be alone on Valentine's day, which I think was super sweet. Unfortunately, she already had plans. That would be around the time when he started singing Single Ladies by Beyoncé. My boyfriend is a weirdo. <3<br />
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We were planning
on going to Ocean Beach, where we went the first day he asked me to be
his girlfriend and were we shared our first kiss, but despite the fact
that we have been there many times, we got a little lost and ended up at
the Golden Gate Bridge. I asked him to stop since we were already
right there and he was more than happy to oblige. I thought it was
interesting how the fog was settled on top of the bridge, making it
nearly impossible to see portions of it. </div>
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Instead
of going to Ocean Beach right away, first we stopped at Baker Beach. I
still can't get over how beautiful the fog was. Who knew something so
gloomy could be so beautiful? We thought about walking closer to the
bridge and we were on our way there, but then we remembered that Baker
Beach was a nude beach when we saw a naked guy so we turned back and
headed to our original destination. </div>
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We made a few
stops along the way, but eventually we made it. We never actually went
onto the beach though because when we got there, it was basically
covered in a cloud. The fog was so dense that we couldn't even see the
water. The people who were walking on the beach, were gray blobs. </div>
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We
sat in the car, listening to the radio and shazam'd the songs that we
liked. We took selfies together. And then I decided to get out and take
pictures of the fog. I just love the way they turned out. I also
figured out that fog is a fantastic backdrop for portraits. </div>
We
eventually got tired of the fog and moved to Rockaway Beach in
Pacifica. There was no fog and the waves were bigger than any waves I
have ever seen at a San Francisco beach. People were surfing and the
sun was beginning to set. The colors of the sky. OMG. They were
perfect. Beautiful. The absolute, best way to end a day.<br />
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On
the way home, we decided to get pizza for dinner and I suggested we ask
my bestie to go with us. She was reluctant at first claiming that we
should be alone on Valentine's Day, but we insisted. That's when the
boyfriend started to sing Single Ladies again. <br />
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I'm
really glad I got to spend such an amazing day with the love of my
life. We got to experience the beauty of San Francisco beaches, even in
strange weather. And we got to be with my best friend at the end of
the day. The day was perfect. I'm glad he didn't let me hijack the day
and let me become a control freak. :]<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This picture was taken three months after our first VDay. We suck at taking pictures together. ahaha</td></tr>
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I never really had anyone to spend Valentine's Day with until three years ago. I had a few boyfriends before my current, but they were never around Valentine's Day orrrrr the guy decided to break up with me around that time -coughDylancough- I swear, I'm not bitter. <br />
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When we celebrated our first Valentine's Day s a couple, the boyfriend and I had been together for about three months. He was taking a speech class, the last class he needed to get his AA degree, so he was in the Speech Lab writing one of his assignments, waiting for me to get out of class. He always gave me a ride home because I didn't have my license or a car then. <br />
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When I found him, he handed me a piece of chocolate that had a chipmunk cartoon on it and said "Happy Valentine's Day!" I didn't expect anything from him, so I thought the chipmunk chocolate was all there was.<br />
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On the way to the door of my grandparents house, he handed me a tiny piece of paper. I don't know if he told me not to open it or if I thought it was garbage, but I just held it in my hand for the longest time. <br />
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When I walked inside, I noticed a vase of lilies and roses sitting on the table next to a box of chocolates, but I didn't think anything of it. Honestly, I thought my grandpa had gotten them for my grandma or something. It was really weird when I was told that they were mine. Nobody had ever gotten me flowers before.<br />
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Apparently, he had bought everything that morning and took them to my house so they would be waiting for me when we got there. I remember thinking it was the sweetest thing ever. Did I mention that lilies are my favorite flowers? He also thought that the peppermint chocolates he bought me were my favorite too. I don't know where he got that idea from.<br />
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He had planned to take me to a nice Italian restaurant for dinner, but when we got there, the host asked us what name our reservations were under. <b>That's when the boyfriend realized that you can't go to dinner on Valentine's Day without making reservations first. </b> I believe the whole situation was frustrating for him because he wanted to make the day perfect. I thought it was hilarious.<br />
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We ended up going to a pizza parlor that I hadn't even known existed and we ate some amazing cheese pizza. I'm pretty sure it had basil leaves and a few other things on it, but it was mainly cheese. I was still extremely picky back then. Not so much now. <br />
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After dinner, we went to the grocery store and bought some brownies and ice cream so we could make brownie sundaes. We also went to Blockbuster (back when there was one and I had a job) and rented Green Lantern. I fell asleep, leaning on him, while he watched the movie. And later, when I woke up, I somehow, accidentally slapped him across the face. He was not happy about that one, but he forgave me.<br />
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Overall, our first Valentine's Day kind of symbolizes our relationship.<br />
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Quirky. Cheesy. Perfect.</div>
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It's Valentine's Week! That means love is in the air and those who aren't feeling it are a little bitter. I challenge you to show love all week. We should already be doing this everyday, but we don't, so give it a try. Who knows, making other people feel good might even make you feel better as well!<br />
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According to Gary Chapman, there are five love languages. We all know this, but bear with me! People feel as if they are loved in different ways. Words of Affirmation and Quality Time make me giddy inside, but I'd rather you not get me a lot of gifts or try to do things for me. I can carry my own bag, just tell me I'm doing a great job!<br />
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They boyfriend is a little different though. His love language is physical touch. Whenever I neglect to hold his hand, or sit close enough to him, he feels unloved and that's something I need to constantly be thinking about. It isn't natural for us to show love in ways that we don't expect to be loved, but it's very important understand that people are different.<br />
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I have come up with a few ways to show love in each category of love languages, but this is by no means a comprehensive list. There is always room for some creativity!<br />
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<b>Words of Affirmation:</b> Praise them. Tell them that they are beautiful or handsome. Tell them you are proud of their work they are doing, whether it was studying for a big test or going to a job everyday to provide for their family. Or, you could thank them for things they do everyday that you don't necessarily enjoy doing. For example, <a href="http://www.sunnywithachanceofsprinkles.com/2014/02/say-thank-you-to-him.html">Chelsea's fiance</a> thanked her for doing the dishes! Apparently, he absolutely hates doing the dishes. I could go on and on, but I think you get the idea. Don't forget to use their name (if you know it) and be specific! If you don't know their name, find out!<br />
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<b>Acts of Service: </b>The other day at school, this girl was carrying a five gallon bucket filled with ceramic clay and somebody asked her if she needed help. She turned him down, but he still held the door open for her. It's the little things, guys!<br />
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Make someone breakfast. Do that chore the other person hates, without expecting a thank you in return. Even just offering to help goes a long way. Sometimes you might be turned down, but it's nice to know that the kindness was being thought of.<br />
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<b>Receiving Gifts:</b> Some people love receiving gifts and there are tons of ways you can give them. You could hand out Valentine's Day cards to strangers. Or lottery tickets. You could pay for someones coffee. Gifts do not have to be expensive. Be creative!<br />
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<b>Quality Time:</b> There is nothing quite like spending time with loved ones. Have a movie night or take someone out to dinner. Play a board game with your family. Just spend some time with them. You all know how to do that, right?<br />
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<b>Physical Touch:</b> One of the things that attracted me to the boyfriend was the way he hugs. His hugs aren't those limp tap you on the back and walk away kind of hugs. He wraps his arms around you tight and big bear hugs. They are perfect. You can hold their hand, wipe their hair from their face. Anything related to touching, but you might want to keep it PG if you are in public. There are children watching! <br />
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I've never been the type of person who LOVED Valentine's Day, but I did like the cards. I remember sitting at the dining table, with a box of Little Mermaid cards that are sold pretty much everywhere and a list of all of the kids in my class. I would choose one out of the six or seven different styles, write a name in next to the TO: and mine next to the FROM:. I was in kindergarten at the time.</div>
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In sixth grade, I decided to make my own cards. Hearts made out of construction paper, some lace and random Valentine's day themed jokes written on them. In case you were wondering, they were pretty awesome. </div>
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Unfortunately, valentine's day cards aren't really "acceptable" after elementary school. That meant my tradition of making mailboxes, writing TO:'s and FROM:'s and getting so much candy that I went home with a tummy ache were over. BUT that doesn't stop me from admiring the variety of cards and longing for the simpler days. </div>
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I was looking at Valentine's Day cards on Pinterest last night and I found these <a href="http://harrypotterhumor.tumblr.com/post/43008809073/mer-ow-an-official-post-of-my-harry-potter">Harry Potter themed gems.</a> I hope you like them as much as I do!<img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEp363Oy3aGeP2od_1a0Cd_LrBNsj-mg3IjeZ4DBWSoO2iaEMoJcnL32jtluzUCzRqm-QxJs1Vy8hXBUzvDVbkJDxAlbOHX7ryIBXJClBofd_BMyKRx9BAGCTrvHpdVtw8KH-nBrHWZ-o/s1600/VDHPD.jpg" height="604" width="640" /><br />
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<a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/jenlewis/mean-girls-valentines-day-cards?sub=2958612_2369736">Mean Girls for Those Trying to Make Fetch Happen. </a><br />
<a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheInkedLeaf/search?search_query=valentines+day&order=date_desc&view_type=gallery&ref=shop_search">The Inked Leaf has a cute Up and Despicable Me card. </a><br />
<a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/122390404/fan-tache-tic-Valentine-s-Cards-Printable">Everything is more fun with mustaches. </a><br />
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Yesterday, I was talking to the boyfriend about going to meet Kathryn because I have been wanting to take pictures of her. He freaked out and started to worry about me because I "don't know her." This is true. I have never met Kathryn before, but reading her blog makes it seem as if we have been best friends. Forever. </div>
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When I glanced at her blog post today, I didn't even notice that she had tagged me to answer some questions. Then she mentioned it on Twitter and I instantly knew I had another distraction from homework for a while. <br />
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Your boyfriend thinks I'm crazy so I decided to nominate you ahahah <a href="https://twitter.com/caitmonstro">@caitmonstro</a> <a href="http://t.co/GluKYCV8HY">http://t.co/GluKYCV8HY</a><br />
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1. What Starbucks drink would you order, if you were only allowed to order one for the rest of your life?</h3>
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Strawberries and Cream Frappuccino. I'm not a coffee drinker, so I don't go to Starbucks very often, but when I do, I order Hot Chocolate or a Frap. Strawberries and Cream is my favorite, but I haven't had it in forever. <br />
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Anyways, he was the first guy I ever kissed and we made out a lot more than two people should ever do in two days. He was hungry so we decided to go to Taco Bell. We would have eaten at my house, but my grandpa ate all the food we bought to make chili cheese dogs and I burned the lasagna I was going to make. <br />
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He could barely walk though because apparently, kissing him gave him blue balls, which I didn't know could happen at the time. Like I said, dumb.<br />
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So many other embarrassing things happened and he kind of stopped talking to me after he went back home.<br />
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Yes and no. I like breakfast, but I prefer other food, like burritos. My favorite breakfast food is French Toast. The Cinnastack French Toast from IHOP is amazing, btw.<br />
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I'm going to choose coffee, but I actually don't drink either. I just like the idea of coffee better. <br />
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That's easy. I've always wanted the ability to travel where ever I wanted, without having to pay a bunch of money for gas and airplane fare and everything else. SOOOOO Teleportation, please!<br />
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Until September of last year, I was a diehard PC user. Macs confused me. Everyone in the Art Department at my school uses a Mac though. Including the teachers for their demos, so I decided to give apple a try. Once I got used to it, I fell in love. And the rest is history. <br />
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10. What is the worst gift you have ever received?</h3>
I have always been disappointed with gifts for whatever reason, but I can't remember anything specific at the moment. SOOOO instead, I'm going to leave you with this. <a href="http://whydidyoubuymethat.com/">Why Did You Buy Me That?</a> <br />
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11. If you were only allowed to have one form of social media (not
including your blog) what would you keep? (I'd pick Twitter.. because I
like sharing my thoughts with all of you, even though half of it is
irrelevant.)</h3>
A few months ago, I probably would have chosen Facebook, only because it's the one I go on the most. However, without trying to, Kathryn has made me slightly obsessed with Twitter. I even started using the app on my phone. I never use apps on my phone.<br />
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So, I guess I'm supposed to tag 11 people now:</h3>
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<a href="http://mycherrytoppedlife.blogspot.com/">Elyse - My Life With A Cherry On Top</a> <br />
<a href="http://sprinklesandsundresses.blogspot.com/">Jenny - Sprinkles & Sundresses</a><br />
<a href="http://ugottahavehart.blogspot.com/">Jamie - You Gotta Have Hart </a><br />
<a href="http://www.noorsplace.com/">Noor - Noor's Place</a><br />
<a href="http://www.carolinafireflies.com/">Kristyn - Carolina Fireflies</a><br />
<a href="http://perceptioniseverything.blogspot.com/">Janna - Perception is Everything </a><br />
<a href="http://graceandgaloshes.blogspot.com/">Donna - Grace and Galoshes</a><br />
<a href="http://smileandwrite1.blogspot.com/">Shannon - Smile and Write</a><br />
<a href="http://thefairyprincessdiaries.com/">Jordyn - The Fairy Princess Diaries</a><br />
<a href="http://www.marvelouscara.com/">Cara - The Marvelous Flight of Cara </a><br />
...And I'm cheating here for the last one, but I tag whoever wants to answer my questions!</blockquote>
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My questions for you are: </h3>
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<li>What is your dream job?</li>
<li>Tell me about your first kiss. </li>
<li>Do you have a favorite song? What is it? </li>
<li>What is at the top of your bucket list? </li>
<li>I'm obsessed with dinosaurs. What are you obsessed with? </li>
<li>When is the last time you took a bubble bath? </li>
<li>Would you rather live without TV or music? </li>
<li>Where is your favorite place to shop? Can be an actual store or online. </li>
<li>Who is your bloggy crush? </li>
<li>What is your favorite Mean Girls quote? </li>
<li>Are you excited about anything? </li>
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Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-81285119273895302552014-02-05T09:42:00.001-08:002014-02-05T09:42:43.558-08:00Snow Perks<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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I am getting really jealous reading about people and their snow days. I know, I moved to California to get away from the snow, but it would be nice if I could get some of the perks every once in awhile! <br />
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Until I was in sixth grade, I didn't know what snow days were. I lived in California all my life. It was warm and sunny, with the occasional chance of rain. I didn't know that in other parts of the country, kids actually got to stay home from school when it snowed. We even got two hour delays when it was a little too foggy outside. We didn't get delays in California either.<br />
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I don't really remember the first snow day I ever had, but I was probably really confused when my mommy told me I didn't have to go to school because of the snow. Eventually, I began to milk two hour delays and snow days. Every morning when I would wake up, I turned on the news to watch the schools scroll across the screen, only to be disappointed when mine wasn't there. <br />
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Now, usually, I wouldn't really care about snow days now that I live in Calfiornia. We all know that snow where I live is pretty much impossible. I don't live up in the mountains, where there is snow in California (which just sounds weird). Snow days are being talked everywhere though and I can't help but wish I could cash in on some snow perks! Even some people in Florida (<a href="http://www.ugottahavehart.com/2014/01/floridians-and-snow-live-learn-9.html">Jamie</a>) had a snow day this year. If one state definitely isn't going to be getting snow, it's Florida. Maybe Arizona too. <br />
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I could really use a day off though. I have been waking up at 7am everyday (which isn't REALLY a bad thing anymore and then I drive twenty minutes to get to school. Usually, I'm here pretty early because despite there being three parking garages, they fill up pretty quickly. Then, on Mondays and Wednesdays, I'm at school ALLLL day. Tuesdays and Thursdays I'm only here for one class now, so can we make the snow day on a Monday for an extra long weekend? Thanks weather gods. I really appreciate it.<br />
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<b>So tell me, how do snow days work in college? I've never understood that. </b></h3>
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Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-2585832230523934232014-02-04T10:47:00.001-08:002014-02-04T10:47:32.744-08:00Mixed Messages of Early Mornings<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Saying that I am a morning person would be inaccurate. I do my best work at night. I do my homework at night. I blog at night. I watch Netflix at night. It's no secret that I would rather stay up until midnight and wake up at 10am than be the bird who gets the worm and wake up early.<br />
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It's the third week into the semester and I can honestly say I'm getting used to this waking up early thing. This past week, I didn't wake up later than 8:30am at all. Usually, I would turn my alarm off and go back to sleep on the weekends, or forego it altogether. <br />
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However, I've decided that waking up earlier gives you more time in the day. I'm going to try to wake up by 9am everyday, including the weekends. I don't know how long it will last, but I'm interested in seeing where it will go.<br />
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Waking up early means being able to watch the sunrise and sunset. I'm kind of obsessed with the color of the sky. This morning, when I went outside to get something from my car while getting ready, the sky was purple. It was amazing. Rarely do I see the sunrise. The sun is always up already when I roll out of bed.<br />
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I'm a go with the flow kind of person, but you better believe I can get ready to leave in ten minutes if I wake up late. Those days, I usually forgo all makeup and put on whatever clothes are most accessible. Waking up like that isn't much fun though. Being up early means getting ready when you want. Checking facebook and blogs while eating breakfast. Which brings me to my next point.<br />
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When I wake up closer to noon than six, I usually opt out of breakfast because lunch is on its way. It's said that breakfast is the most important meal of the day though and I kind of enjoy it. I actually prefer to eat breakfast in my car when I have to go to school though. Last week, I was putting honey nut cheerios in a sandwich bag and eating them on the way to school. I don't eat cereal with milk very often since I don't exactly like being sick. Also, sometimes my grandma makes breakfast! On Sunday, I got pancakes and scrambled eggs because I was awake before 9am.<br />
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Then there is the whole exercise thing. Before I found out that I HAD to get into a writing class, I was going to be going to school at noon on Mondays and Wednesdays. The kinks in my schedule for this semester still haven't been worked out, but I was planning on waking up early, even on those days, so I could still make it to the gym. I'd much rather go earlier than later!<br />
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<b>What are you reasons for waking up early? </b></h3>
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Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-27225109752972039442014-02-03T00:00:00.000-08:002014-02-03T00:00:17.414-08:00SuperBowl Recap: My Favorite Ads<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />We all know that the Super Bowl kind of sucked this year and I'm not just saying that because the Seahawks won. I would have just liked to see some kind of game, you know? It seemed really one sided and lame. Anyways, I'm not here to talk about the game. Instead, I'm going to show you some of my favorite commercials.<br />
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Because You Have Always Wanted to Ride Your Dog Like a Horse</h3>
Don't even lie. You have had fantasies of riding a dog as a horse as long as you can remember and you are totally jealous of this little kid. It may not be the perfectly executed ad, but it definitely does it's job at capturing your attention and showing you the product, unlike some of the other commercials that had you guessing until the end. -coughTurboTaxcough-<br />
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Full House Reunion</h3>
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Growing up, I watched Full House pretty much everyday because reruns were played on ABC Family right when I would get home from school and of course there is always Nick at Nite. So you could imagine my excitement when I found out about their reunion on Late Night and their appearance in the Super Bowl. I think this commercial perfectly captures the chemistry between the characters I once loved so much.<br />
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Puppy Love is Always a Winner </h3>
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This particular commercial took me a few watches to truly appreciate it. Of course the cuteness is adorable and perfect, but I don't really like commercials that don't have anything to do with the product being sold, at all. But who can say no to that cute puppy face? I'm really glad the horse guy decided to buy the puppy. Hey and the horse deserve to be together!</div>
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By Far My Favorite. </h3>
All he wanted was some yogurt and everybody freaked out! When I first saw it, I couldn't tell if he took the yogurt with him when he left or not. I realized he did and that just made it even better. Did anybody notice the magazine cover headlines? "Hairiest Celebs Ever". Haha. <br />
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The Ad That Isn't An Ad </h3>
Can we just talk about how genius this Newcastle Brown Ale ad is? Whoever figured out a way to advertise without paying the $4mil per 30 second slot deserves a medal. At least a raise. AND they have two minutes. Yeah, the ad didn't show on TV and they can't say Super Bowl or Game, but who cares? Anna Kendrick is awesome and Newcastle Brown Ale has gotten tons of exposure. Over 4 million views in five days is pretty impressive.<br />
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Did you watch the Super Bowl? What were your favorite ads?</h3>
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Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-49649363299047910722014-02-02T08:32:00.001-08:002014-02-02T09:51:18.555-08:00Operation Get Fit #2<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Happy Groundhog's Day guys! (and SuperBowl Day, but that's not important right now. So, if you don't know about Punxsutawney Phil, then you have probably been living under a rock all of your life. Every year on February 2nd, Phil comes out of his hole to let us know if we are going to have six more weeks of Winter or if Spring is on it's way. I'm sorry to announce, but Phil saw his shadow today and we will be having six more weeks of Winter. Who didn't see that coming? My sincerest apologies to all of you who live in snow filled lands. <br />
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Honestly, I can't believe it's already February. I know, people say that every month, but I'm serious. It feels like we were unwrapping all of our gifts and talking about feasts and trees only yesterday! Oh wait. That was yesterday... (birthdays and Superbowl talk). Anyways, I finally remembered which Sunday <a href="http://www.venustrappedinmars.com/">Sarah</a> does her Operation Get Fit Linkup so I'm linking up with her today!<br />
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At the beginning of January, my aunt came over and asked me if I wanted to join Weight Watchers with her. I was terrified. I didn't want people knowing the number that showed up on the scale every week. I had hidden it for so long. <b>Telling people what the scale said was made the number real. </b> Going to these meetings would mean facing my fears and starting to change things that were in my control, despite what I thought in the past. <br />
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The
first day I was supposed to go to the meeting with her, I was sick. The
day before, I ate some salami and acid decided my throat was a good
place to live for awhile. It wasn't and I'm still suffering from the
cough that developed because of it. Also, I blacked out at Sweet
Tomatoes when the boyfriend and I went to lunch that day..so yeah.
Didn't really seem like a great day to start something that terrified
me.<br />
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I called my mom that night and she was like "Why didn't you go with your aunt!? This is something we both need to do. " I told her I would definitely go the next week.<br />
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The next week rolled around and my aunt completely abandoned the Weight Watcher idea. Instead, she wanted to try this thing called TOPS. Taking Off Pounds Sensibly. We went to one of their meetings and it was incredibly awkward. Besides us, everyone there was at least 50 years old and I felt like I was in a high school club again with the minutes and the calling on people. No thank you. <br />
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Now, every Saturday morning, my aunt comes over and we have our own meeting. We write down everybody's weight, which still terrifies me, even the people who are participating in the meeting. ie. My grandpa and my uncle. And then my aunt, grandma and I discuss what went well for us this week. We come up with some goals for the coming week and then she tells us what she learned at Weight Watchers that week. Quick, simple, no high school club minutes.<br />
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As terrifying as it is, I really needed some people to keep me accountable. Whenever I go to the gym, I text my mom, which in my mind, helps her go as well. I've been trying to go three times a week. It happened this past week!<br />
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Also, my "food goal" is to write down everything that I eat. I don't count calories or anything like that. I just write down what I ate. Doing so has really helped me realize how much junk I eat. I've cut my portion sizes and I don't eat out nearly as much as I was. It helps that my school schedule doesn't allow it. <br />
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Since we started the meetings four weeks ago, I have lost around <b>6 pounds</b>!!! I say around because our scale is messed up. It will go from 206 to 198. That range isn't exactly accurate...<br />
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Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-68161961929348985912014-02-01T00:00:00.000-08:002014-02-01T00:00:11.543-08:00Photo Friday Saturday!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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For the longest time, I have wanted to make Friday the day that I share some random pictures that I've taken throughout the week. That never really happened though because well, despite carrying my camera everywhere, I've been lacking in the inspiration department. However, last weekend, we went to the beach in Santa Cruz and we had a church dinner at a Japanese Garden and I managed to pull my camera out both times! Enjoy <3<br />
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Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-80223081462976828802014-01-30T07:28:00.001-08:002014-01-30T07:35:21.426-08:00Just a Little He Said/She Said<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Every once in awhile I offer to let my boyfriend write a post on Enigmatic Ambiance. He always refuses. He says that my blog should be a representation of my voice, not his. Or whatever his reasoning is. I kind of tricked him into writing something the other day though.<br />
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One night, I fell asleep on his arm like I do often and he mentioned that I should write about it on my blog. I was joking and started doing it. I showed him and then he wrote something that he does around me. We went back and forth coming up with things and making lists. When we were finished, I told him I was going to post it. So, here it is!<br />
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I wrap myself around his arm and instantly fall asleep.<br />
I poke him. Just because it amuses me. <br />
I stare at him until he looks at me.<br />
I try to watch him all the time, but his handsomeness blinds me.<br />
I make fun of his facial hair, but he looks good with it. I just hate it scratching me.<br />
I hate going to sleep without him every night.<br />
I can spend hours sitting next to him and never want to leave his side.<br />
I even enjoy being with him when he watches silly movies that nobody likes.<br />
I love falling asleep with him still on the phone.<br />
I knew he was a keeper when I realized he always held the door open for me. <br />
I fell in love with him because he had a guitar everyday. Now he hardly plays it. <br />
I thought it was amusing that he invited everyone we knew to go to church with him, but I had to invite myself.<br />
I couldn't even order a pizza before I met him. He "brought me out of my shell."<br />
I burp and fart in front of him and he likes it. <br />
I sometimes feel as if he is the only person who cares about what I have to say. <br />
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I watch her eat.<br />
I squirm when she tickles me.<br />
I can eat when she sleeps on me, but sometimes crumbs get in her hair. <i> (um. Ewwww)</i><br />
I read her blog because it lets me hear her unfiltered opinion on everything we do.<br />
I feed her alot because hunger means anger and headaches.<br />
I spend as much time with her as i can because, what else would a boyfriend want to do?<br />
I love her eyes. Even when we are upset with each other, I still see those eyes that I loved when we were just friends. <br />
I play her songs, but not nearly often enough.<br />
I watch her walk and I slow down to her pace. <i>(I'm sorry I'm short, babycakes!)</i><br />
I like thumb wrestling with her, she always wins. <br />
I listen to her, as well as I can.<br />
I miss her when she drives away.<br />
I call her my memory chip because I cant remember nothing for beans.<br />
I chose to love her, and she makes me grateful for it everyday.<br />
I worry sometimes, when she's not around, because I think if I'm not around her she's automatically in danger.Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-51772802725344042612014-01-27T09:42:00.001-08:002014-01-27T09:42:18.607-08:00I Would Rather...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's the first day of Monday classes and I couldn't be less amused. This morning, I woke up to the beeping of my alarm clock and instantly wanted to crawl back into the warmth of my bed. Going to school for 12 hours? That's the last thing I want to do. <br />
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It doesn't help that it's pretty foggy here this morning. This kind of weather makes me want to curl up next to a fire, drink hot chocolate, and read a good book. It definitely does not make me want to drive for half an hour to school, try to find a parking spot, and then go to classes all day.<br />
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Instead of being at school, I would rather be laying on a beach. Maybe in Hawaii. Surrounded with palm trees, the sound of the crashing waves, and the warm sand.<br />
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I would rather be shopping, even though I really shouldn't spend anymore money on silly things like school/art supplies. They are basically the same thing, right?<br />
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I would rather be sitting on the boyfriend's couch watching a movie that we have seen a hundred times. Let's make it a hundred and one.<br />
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I would rather be at the gym, even though my thigh muscles tried to murder me as I walked down the steps of the parking garage this morning. Mondays are arm days<b>, </b>so those muscles wouldn't really matter at the gym today. <b><br /></b><br />
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I would rather be a frozen snow bunny. Okay. Maybe not that. <br />
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Weather</h3>
70<span class="wx-degrees">°F. Sunny. Not a cloud in sight. </span><br />
<span class="wx-degrees">And people wonder why I love California so much. </span><br />
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After not reading hardly anything all last year, I ripped through a few books at the end of Winter Break. I finished...<br />
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<b>Fight Club</b> by Chuck Palahniuk, which I had started in September<br />
<b>The Hunger Games</b> series by Suzanne Collins, all three of them.<br />
<b>Tuesdays With Morrie </b>by Mitch Albom<br />
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I am currently reading one of the books I kept from my grandma's giveaway pile a long time ago. <b>True Colors</b> by Kristen Hannah<b>.</b> I'm not as into it as I was with the other books I read this month, but it doesn't seem bad so far. When I look forward to reading a book for a long time, I will sit and read it until it's done. I read Fault in two days. Also, I've noticed that if I don't read the first fifty pages of a book the first day, it will take longer for me to read. I've decided not to count today as a reading day of True Colors because I'm only on page 11...<br />
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<b>Dawson's Creek.</b><br />
I'm pretty sure I mentioned that I started watching Dawson's Creek on Netflix over break after I found out that my mom and sister were watching it. The first couple of seasons were pretty good. Then it started getting all love triangly and I have been forcing myself to keep watching. Please tell me it gets better again!<br />
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Lately, I've been switching the radio from <b>KLOVE</b> (a Christian station), anything <b>Country</b> and some random <b>Top 40 </b>songs. Over and over. For some reason, I haven't been able to stick with one type of music lately. I need to finish organizing my music on iTunes so I can listen to my iPod without having to skip a million songs on my way to school and back.<br />
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I have been pretty silent around blogland lately. Not because I wanted to be. Every time I started a post, I would get halfway through it and instantly hate every word that I wrote. I would tell myself that I would finish it when I woke up, but that never happened.<br />
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Today is the first day of Spring Semester. I had to wake up at 7am for the first time since December and it was awful. I couldn't fall asleep last night until midnight, even though I turned my laptop off at 9pm and read for two hours, trying to get my mind to rest.<br />
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There was no traffic on the way to school today. I found parking nearly right away, which is amazing for the first day of school. Then I saw Scotty, one of the teachers I met last semester and will have for 3D Design Concepts this semester. Hopefully.<br />
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I'm currently enrolled in his class, but at the very beginning of my first class, Art History Beyond the West, we are told that we won't be getting credit for the class unless we have passed or are currently enrolled in this required writing class, which I have been trying to get into since I transferred here.<br />
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I emailed the teacher of the writing class because the enrollment website claims two sections are open. If I get into one of them, everything should be fine. BUT if I don't get into the 10:30 class on Monday, I might have to drop Scotty's class. And if I don't get into either section, then I'm just...screwed. <br />
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Caitlynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15044756315440075377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1852337731136259538.post-56346917146736041612014-01-18T00:09:00.002-08:002014-01-18T00:09:53.776-08:00On Saturdays, We Share ArtI haven't looked at much art since school ended for Winter Break. For awhile, I chose not to analyze, compare, or interpret. Art is exhausting, guys! <br />
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I was going through some buzzfeed lists the other day and came across these <a href="http://www.buzzfeed.com/briangalindo/good-vs-evil-the-series-beautifully-mixes-disney-heroines-wi">mixes of Disney Heroines and Villains</a> by <a href="http://www.jscottcampbellstore.com/">J. Scott Campbell</a>. At first, I wasn't sure about them, but they ended up growing on me.<br />
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Campbell's aesthetic choice to leave the villains monochromatic pulled these pieces together for me. I think if it were all colored it, it would be difficult to differentiate between the subjects. <br />
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My favorite is of Ursala and Ariel, and not just because Ariel is my second favorite princess! We are naturally drawn to human face and in all of these drawings, there are at least two. Ursala's body creates an s-like line that guides the viewer's eye from Ursala's face, down to Ariel's and then back up. Unfortunately, not all of the drawings have such great composition. <br />
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Remember how I mentioned us being attracted to faces? Cinderella's drawing has a few too many. I understand that there are multiple villains, but it could have been done a little differently. I can feel the competition between the evil step family and a larger, colorful Cinderella as my eyes dart back and forth. It's not a very pleasant composition and on top of that, the brightness from the glass slipper is very distracting as well. </div>
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I'm not really a Snow White fan. The movie or this picture. First of all, her fact is too triangular. Snow White generally has a round face. Campbell obviously didn't like that. Also, I can't get over the fact that the Queen appears twice. It's kind of creepy actually. She's in the main picture and then again, at the bottom. The hand that is giving Snow White the apple. A different scene probably would have been a better choice for the Snow White portion. Perhaps when she actually eats the apple?</div>
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And then there is Alice. Thank you, Campbell for choosing to make the Queen of Hearts red and white rather than the black and white! Makes so much more sense. Also, I really like how Alice seems to be looking at the Queen. The connection between subjects helps the viewer stay in the piece rather than falling out and getting lost. </div>
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Overall, I thought these particular pieces were pretty interesting, but I didn't really like any of J. Scott Campbell's other work that I saw. These were much more simplistic that what seemed to be his usual style.<br />
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Level 181. That's the level of Candy Crush that I've been stuck on for weeks now. Everyday, I attempt to play in hopes that today will be the day that I finally get to move on. Everyday, I fail.<br />
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It all started that day I had lunch with my bestie at Sweet Tomatoes, an amazing salad bar, aka. Souplantation in some areas. We were talking about phone games for some reason. At the time, the boyfriend and I were obsessed with Bejeweled. We were constantly playing, trying to beat each others high scores. Then, she showed me Candy Crush.<br />
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I had heard about it before then, obviously, but I tried my best to avoid it. It didn't sound interesting and I had no idea what to expect. When she showed me what it was, I was hooked. I went home and downloaded the game to my iPod right away.<br />
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Eventually, the boyfriend and I started competing on Candy Crush instead of Bejeweled. He will pass me by a few levels, but I always catch up and vice versa. Sometimes we help each other out by playing difficult levels for each other, but the competition always remains. <br />
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BTW. After I posted this, I finally past the level. </h3>
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