New experiences call for a new journal I guess. You can find mine at tilwedisappear. Add me. I'll add you back. :]

I just realized how much I've let myself go in recent months. [Or the past couple of years] I realized it when looking at the pics from the baseball game. I'm really quite gross. Why does Nate even want me ( Read more... )

~About Yourself~
A little about yourself…
>< Given My name is: Caitlin Nora Bell
>< I am a: girrrrl
>< Age:: 20
>< Date of Birth:: February 2nd
>< Location:: Southwestern Asia. I come home on the weekends.
>< Marital Status:: You can call me Mrs. Mayer.
>< Hair Color:: brown
>< Hair Type:: straight and soffft.
>< Eye color:: BLUE
>< Skin Color:: ( Read more... )

I just booked my one-way ticket out of Massachusetts. It's final now... I'm leaving ( Read more... )

I'm sort of bored so I figured I'd actually have a semi real journal update, since I haven't done so in a long time. Last night was pretty awesome, beach hangouts and bowling are always amazing. I'm planning on having a friends camping weekend sometime in August. It's just trying to find the right time that's hard, seeing how everyone's busy ( Read more... )

Mom and Colin just left my driveway to move to Georgia. A new life and a fresh start for them. I wish them the best ( Read more... )

These really aren't anything too special, just thought I'd share my recent trip to Atlanta. If you're ever in the area, go here! It is beautiful. Students get in for $7, adults $12. Right now there is an exhibit with whimsical mosaic sculptures by Niki De Saint Phalle. They are simply amazing.

( The Gardens )

Most of my friends and family treat me with special caution. "How are you?" They ask with hesitant smiles. "Fine, I'm fine." is always my reply, because what am I supposed to do, tell them the truth? Then they quickly exhale with relief and quickly change the subject. I can't really blame them: They'd known my father well, and his death must have ( Read more... )

I was cleaning my closet at Mom's last night. I found a lot of cards from my Dad. In every birthday card he used to write something like, "Did you know the day you were born was the happiest day of my life ( Read more... )

They say it gets better with time, but it doesn't. Every day that goes by is another day I haven't seen, talked, or hugged my dad. I miss him.