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After five long years, I finally gave up moriko. It felt like the right thing to do.

You're encouraged to check out this new journal, though. Most everything will be friends only, with maybe a few entries left open to the public for fun. Like a teaser, you know?

If you were my friend in my old journal, you're my friend in my new journal, but I'm leaving you the option of friending me or not. You make the first move. I'm shy.

If you weren't my friend in my old journal for one reason or another, there's no reason you can't be now. I'm not hiding anything from anyone, so really, leave a comment and I'll add you on.

Go ahead, click the button. It only nibbles out of affection.

Get your sexy on this Friday night.

Inauguration Celebration ends here. Only 10 more days, hang in there.

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Inauguration Celebration track three from Amos Lee.

Inauguration Celebration continues. Prepare for flood.

Inauguration Celebration starts here.

Hey guys. Here’s my thing. I want to make art for you guys. For free! I will draw, ink, and color (unless the line work is too awesome to color) a little greeting card or postcard for you and mail it to you. Did I mention it’s free art?

In return, all I ask is that you to hang it on your refrigerator and tell people where it came from and that they can have one for free, too, if they just e-mail me. You can mail it to someone, too, just ask them to hang it on their fridge, etc.

Just e-mail me: posalootly//at//gmail and tell me what you want and where to send it.

This is really good for me because:

1. It will keep me busy and creative. I did a lot of drawing and coloring the past few days and the artistic process is very nice.
2. It will get my name and art out into the world.
3. The more art I make, the better I get. The better I get, the more art will be requested. The more art requested, the more I get recognized. The more I get recognized, the more my art is worth.
4. ???
5. Profit!

So, e-mail me! Be as specific or non-specific as you want. I’ll do my best.

Love,
Caroline

(PS - I know this has already been done. Shh.)

Had a dream that I crashed my motor bike (it was only held together by a bent screw and a rusty bolt nut) but I could hear my lover playing our song on the piano from a bar up ahead. I ran into the bar and we flung our arms around each other and had one of those amazing passionate kisses because we thought we'd never see each other again.

Before that, I was a superhero in a bleak future world ruled by a Big Brother figure. All TV was watched by the entire world at the same time in one place, meaning that once a month, everyone had to travel to a central location to put all of their pixels together to watch TV on a big screen. it was pretty much the worst thing. I stood up for the world's rights and asked if we could listen to our own music. The ruler said, "Well, you better get used to British indie rock" and I said that was fine, "but what if we want something else? Can we download it?" and he said, "Well, sort of..." and it dawned on me, "You mean we have to buy it?" "Well, yes--" and the whole crowd went into an uproar of anger at the thought of having to buy music again.

I miss him.

Finally! It works!

http://www.carolinemartin.name

I know it's not much, but I'm proud of it. It took a lot of work and coding and futzing.

I made it on ze frank's blog! Sweet! http://www.zefrank.com/zesblog/archives/2007/11/eating_your_bea.html

So, this is really stupid, but I'm going to talk about it anyway. I've started reliving my childhood via The Hub, downloading old Nicktoons, bad pop music, and reading about old fads. Last night I watched the episode of Are You Afraid of the Dark that scared me the most in hopes of overcoming the childhood fear of the frozen ghost who just wanted his jacket back (it didn't work, he still scares me). I listened to Aaliyah, Oasis, Beck, and No Doubt. I even discussed how badass Gambit is with Matt.

Just now, I was reading up about the Adventures of Pete & Pete (my favorite) on Wiki and I came acros something that broke my childhood heart. Just as a magician never reveals his secrets, no one should ever reveal the identity of Mr. Tastee.

You might remember Mr. Tastee, the ice cream man who brought joys to the children of Wellsville. Little Pete wanted to be his friend, but Mr Tastee would never allow him or anyone else to get close to him. Never did Mr. Tastee remove his swirly cone mascot head, never did anyone know the true identity of Mr Tastee. As no one should.

But Wikipedia, the foul beast, knows all. Including the identity of Mr Tastee. And lo, my eyes did befall his name and immediately did mine mind link itself to the truth. My childhood cried out in pain, reeling back, images of Mr Tastee and summer flashing away, away, gone, replaced by the actor inside the jolly ice cream man and his Tastee Mobile.

Nothing will ever be the same ever again. My universe is cracked, and nothing will bring it back. No amount of whipped cream and or cherries on top (or even rainbow sprinkles, so don't even try!)

Most importantly today, I decided to bake a cake!

( Yellow cake/sliced strawberries + chocolate frosting = pictures! )

It turned out not to be as wonderful as I had hoped, but my roommates liked it well enough. Hopefully when the people across the hall come to claim their cake, they will like it too. I can only hope.

In other news! Glynn and I are roadtripping to Cleveland tomorrow. It's a four hour drive that will end at Case Western University for a weekend workshop. I'll also get to see Josh in there somewhere, but I think Glynn will be chilling with him most of the time getting drunk and possibly disorderly. I'll be at two dances and about 5 workshops. Josh and Mat are going to take a beginners swing class (which means Josh and Matt will most likely have an encounter. Awkward? Perhaps. Ironic? A tad. Hilarious? Definitely.)

This is the part where I rock your world.



Office Space Tribute from Posalootly and Vimeo.

My friends are awesome.

Not sure what I have to look forward to anymore. School, yeah, but it's scary. I'm losing my closest friends to another school year, I'm starting all over, again.

My arms hurt from typing and using a computer so much. I'm just going to lay here. I want people to call me, but I don't know what I'd say. Really I just want to curl up in a ball and have someone stroke my hair until I fall asleep and tell me everything will be okay.

Caroline Martin: So, let me tell you what just happened.
Josh Rothhaas: aight
Caroline Martin: I got in the car, feeling kind of bad about not getting as much work done as I wanted today
Caroline Martin: Decide, okay, radio, why the hell not?
Caroline Martin: I hit a few buttons and on the third one, I hear the opening chord of Bohemian Rhapsody and I'm like, hell yes.
Caroline Martin: It starts playing, and I start getting into it
Caroline Martin: by the time it gets into the "I see a little silouetto of a man" bit
Caroline Martin: I'm singing at the top of my lungs at a stop light, people in other cars are STARING and LAUGHING at me
Caroline Martin: and I feel like I'm the best fucking gig in town and they got front row seats
Caroline Martin: because I am so into it
Josh Rothhaas: nice!
Caroline Martin: and i'm rocking out, right?
Caroline Martin: and I pull into the suicide/left turning lane to get into my neighborhood
Caroline Martin: and it gets to the rock out part
Caroline Martin: and I rock out
Caroline Martin: going down my street
Caroline Martin: drum solo and everything
Caroline Martin: head bangin
Caroline Martin: as as I pull into my garage
Caroline Martin: the song ends right on cue.
Caroline Martin: Like, as if that song was meant just for me, just for my ride home.
Caroline Martin: And it is stuff like that that makes me feel like the universe loves me and wants me to be happy
Caroline Martin: the end.
Josh Rothhaas: hah
Josh Rothhaas: it does
Josh Rothhaas: it does indeed

Indeed.