First and foremost, my name is Caitlin.
(The way I stated it before must have been uninspired, as basically everyone who I ended up talking to, said they couldn't find my name on the page. Even though it was literally the first thing I said. :D Ah well. Moving right along.)
I love to laugh.
I hate to cry, no matter how good of a thing you may tell me it is.
I enjoy wearing hats. Maybe I like hiding from the world. Maybe I just hate doing my hair, and I can pull them off, so why not?
No tattoos (yet), ears and nose pierced.
I own too many pairs of shoes, though I suppose that's typical of being female.
I have quite a few purses as well, but I hate using them. I'd rather carry my phone, keys, and wallet (it looks like a Nintendo controller, I love it) in my pocket(s) and be done with it. (Maybe that offsets my shoe collection.)
I'm the biggest klutz you'll ever meet. I lose my balance standing still. I'm serious. It's kind of stupid.
I've come to realize that my friends really are everything to me. I would do anything for them, protect them until the bitter end. <3
I'm the type to forgive but never forget.
My memory is really scattered. I'll remember something you said to me six months ago, but not what I did all day yesterday.
I always want to know the truth. Seriously. I'd rather you tell me you hate me, than totally ignore me. It's easier to deal with that way. Liars are no fun anyway.

I am insecure, honest, and growing

What I'm doing with my life. Sitting around being highly unproductive is what I'm doing. That's what it feels like anyway.
I do have a job, (so I'm not entirely a lazy bum), but it's a job I rather dislike, so meh. Wendy's, specifically. Money though, right?
Other than that, I'm undecided as to what to I want to do, where I want to go.

Overreacting. Overanalyzing. My imagination gets away from me far too often, and not in a pleasant direction. I always fear the worse. I see one thing and interpret it in 50 ways, always leaning towards the most terrible option. Sigh. I think I'm too much of a female to stay sane for much longer.

I'd say I'm really good at reading. Listening. Making people smile. (I always try, anyway.)

That I'm short, most likely.
That I don't make eye contact a lot of the time. I only do that if I really know you, or I'm totally comfortable with you.
That I'm really quiet.

Oh, and according to awesomesaurus, I have nice eyes.

My greatest joy in life is to sit back with a book and get completely lost in it. To be so consumed by it, that everything around me fades to black and silence, and all I'm aware of are the beating hearts of the characters within. Kinda dorky, huh. :]

Books: Heather Graham mysteries, LOTR, Harry Potter, Artemis Fowl, The Sight, Stephen King novels, fantasy, Twilight series, science fiction, horror, and plenty more.

Movies: 300, X-Men Trilogy, Hellboy, Enemy at the Gates, Phantom of the Opera, Fiddler on the Roof, Anastasia, Hercules, Shine, K-Pax, Blood Diamond, and again, manyyyy more.

Music: Backstreet Boys, Korn, Scythian, Akon, Alter Bridge, Daughtry, Genesis, Jordin Sparks, Hollywood Undead, Kings of Leon, Michael Buble, Shinedown, Nickelback, Theory of a Deadman, Switchfoot, Metallica, Taylor Swift, Beyonce, Incubus, Trapt, Eve 6, Eiffel 65, Cold, Papa Roach, movie soundtracks, Our Lady Peace, Linkin Park, 3 Doors Down, Puddle of Mudd, Better Than Ezra, Maroon 5, Jethro Tull, and so on.

TV (just because): Lost, The Tudors (JRM ftw), Warehouse 13, Ghost Hunters, Destination Truth, Ace of Cakes, MASH, Roseanne, Spongebob, Penguins of Madagascar (don't judge me :D), and basically anything on the Discovery and History channels.

Food: I'm kinda picky when it comes to food. But if it looks decent, I'll at least try it.

1. My dearest friends.
2. Music.
3. My cell phone. (It's a horrid addiction.)
4. Hugs. (Though they are few and far between.)
5. Interesting conversation.
6. Books.

The people in my life, past and present. The majority of my thoughts are centered around loved ones lost and gained. There are some that I miss terribly, others that I could've done without to begin with.

Why people feel the need to insult others online. Ha.

If I'm actually going to do something productive that day.
Why guys set themselves up for failure when it comes to sexual conversations. FYI, I can talk about it withOUT being turned on by it. Why do you feel the need to ask me if I like the fact that you're jerking off? No, boys, I don't give a damn. Fap away but keep it to yoself.

Most likely working.

But if not, I'm probably running around town with psych_pineapple.

Hitting up the local 24 hour diners, wandering around a Super Wal-Mart because that's the only thing open in the middle of the night.

Going for a pointless drive, just to see where the road leads. :]

Well because I can't think of anything truly private at the moment, I'll say a few small things.

- I've had an on-going love affair with The Backstreet Boys for about 11 years now.
- I still have, and over-play the CD I got for my 10th birthday. Eiffel 65's Europop. HEART.

Any of what I said intrigued you in some way.
You have anything you'd like to tell me, or ask of me.
You think I'm purdy.
You like/love, or have at least heard of Canada mints.
You hate Lost, but watched it every week regardless.
You lovelovelove Glee. :D That show makes me happy like none other.

On the flip side, you should NOT message me if:
You want me to help you indulge some sexual fantasy.
Or, if you want to get into a friends with benefits type of relationship. I've since learned that this is NOT what I want and I won't try again.
You type with insane internet lingo. I can handle some, but not every other word.
You feel compelled to be an ass.
You didn't at least make an attempt to read over my profile. I know I wrote a lot, but hey, it kept you busy for a minute or so, right?