el waterford

I really wish that i would have taken pictures in east lansing during our ouija bored experience in the park. however, i didn't.

private beach.

Saturday night Alyssa and Kalie came over to m

y house with the offer of a bonfire on a neighborhood private beach. The idea sounded splendid. but, of course, there is always

at least one problem: none of us have a car. so, with s

pur of the moment genius, i asked my little brother's friend to give us a ride.

The bonfire was cozy and nice. a few people played guitar while alyssa, kalie, and i sang along.

we ended up staying out until six or so in the morning before we went back to evan's house. i

drove to bk to get everyone some spicychickensmadelikewopper

and myself some fries. the house was big, beautiful, and absolutely empty so it was really fun to run around in.

in the morning we woke up early and came home.

joshua and i made breakfast following it quickly by some pineapple pizza to suck up our hangovers.

afterwards, we laid around until five when we decided it would be a great idea to go visit alyssa at ghezzi's. polish roses and jones soda mmm. i hung around with her for a little bit and asked questions

about booze and cigars until i realized that i could get her in trouble for staying there so long. road back home, watched brick, followed by witches of eastwick, and then went to bed.

today i go to east lansing.

tomorrow waterford.

also, i think my toenail is going to fall off pretty soon.

gross, huh?

Simple Fix

Last evening, after creating this blog, i made a weak attempt at going to sleep. However, i was all jittery from drinking too much coffee too late in the evening and absolutely had to do something with myself. I looked around my room at all of the clothes that i always intend to "do something" with and decided that i should actually start / finish a few.

Sometime this past week i picked up a pair of old Levi's from the Rescue Mission up the road from my house. They fit me perfectly in the waist but not so much in the legs (i basically have spaghetti-noodle legs). A simple alteration and a quick snip of the length and my 80's Levi jeans have turned into a pair of high waisted shorts!

In addition to the shorts, (which i realize i'm probably a little bit too exited about) i made some simple changes to a plaid h&m dress that i own. I never liked the straps much because they were so thick, so i cut the straps off and made them into little bows to attach to the front of the dress.

Finally, i took a dress from f21 that pretty much looked like a slutty clubbing dress and made it into a romper. i look forward to wearing it on a bike-ride because its now super comfortable.

Anyway, i should probably go play disc with joshua before he goes crazy and i have to leave for work.

farewell, blog.

oh, by the way.

i'm caitria and i live in a feculence hole.
hopefully, tomorrow will be great.

i hate where i live.

Today, (as in the last hour and fifteen minutes) i have truely come to terms with what a tiresome, characterless, nothing & nowhere place muskegon michigan really is.

I left my place of work (The Harbour Towne Yacht Club) at 8:47 this evening with eight dollars and sixty three cents to my name. Truly, i believed that this would be enough money to allow me to do something even mildly exiting and entertaining. just as many human beings do i thought to myself "hell yeah, its friday night. tgif blablabla". however, (and i could blame this on my lack of cellular device, but i won't) i was unable to find a single thing to do. I professed my desire for company via facebookstatus got one reply from someone i don't really even know, which was deleted shortly after being posted. The few friends i could get ahold of were either at somebody's house who i don't really care for or tired and at home.

At least i can say "Thank the Heavens for Joshua Crocker & Pablo's Tacos".
Around midnight josh and myself got fed up with the inevitable failure and discussed our options. The only thing that was even open in the entire of muskegon was Pablo's. I had to admit that i wasn't really in the mood for taco's let alone food in general; i just wanted coffee. Once again, Thank the Heavens because Pablo's not only has coffee, but has really delicious coffee for a mexican food resteraunt.

Back to muskegon being a shithole:
In this next week i am going to do every little thing that there is in my power to sign up for and have paid for school so that i might leave this town with a "skill under my belt" (as my father says) and be able to go onto bigger and better things and places.



Whoever chooses to stay here their whole life has got to be mentally insane.