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xoxo
Caitlin
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white Thanksgiving?

When snow has been falling consistently for the last hour, and the Red Square webcam looks like this:


....I think I won't be going to school today :)

Currently listening to: New Heights by A Fine Frenzy

xoxo
Caitlin
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aesthetics

This is what I do instead of writing my research paper. I browse flickr and tumblr to look at pictures and daydream. Enjoy :)

Currently listening to: Not Fair by Lily Allen

Speak Now

Dear T-Swift,
Sorry I haven't been returning your e-mails or phone calls lately. I am not the kind of girl who should be rudely confronting you like this. I've been trying to think of a nice way to say it, but basically, I have a problem with you.

No, it has nothing to do with the dishes you left in the sink yesterday. And no, it's not because you used my eyeshadow without asking (yes, I did notice). It's actually this new song of yours I've been listening to on repeat.

Admittedly, I have the whole catchy tune memorized and it occassionally pops into my head without warning. I know, that was probably the whole point, BUT...it's been weighing on me and I can't not say anything, especially as your friend. Guess I have to speak now.

Simply put: You're annoying. I mean, interrupting a wedding because you want to run away with the groom screams homewrecker, but I also have to wonder why you can't just let it be. Like, why can't you let the guy marry who he wants and move on with your life? You're Taylor Freaking Swift; where's your confidence? Where's your rockstar attitude?

Okay, sure you can daydream about that stuff for a moment, but are you actually going to embarass yourself in front of a crowd? Or make this boy's affection into a competition? Obviously the guy does not want to be with you or he would be making it happen. You already let him know 'You Belong With Me' while they were dating, yet he still asked the girl to marry him. And then it took 6 months to plan the whole wedding and he still hasn't backed out. Maybe it's a sign you should back off. Permanently.

And possibly rethink your character a bit. I understand the naive, cutesy type is selling really well these days, but is that who you want to be?

I'm worried about you...maybe tone it down a bit. Like, no more throwing yourself at guys, no more putting down other girls to feel good about yourself, no more sneaking into weddings or hiding in curtains? Just a thought. Let's do coffee this week, I'd love to chat more about this and see where your head's at.

xoxo
Caitlin
caitlinboyd72@gmail.com

(http://www.jango.com/music/Taylor+Swift?l=0) if you have no idea what this is about.

Appropriate

Two years ago I wrote this. And I find it appropriate once again...

The sky is surprisingly beautiful, considering it is shrouded in winter.
Cumulonimbus.
They are black and ominously swirling about the city, infused with colors without a name.
Blue and grey and white do not define the heavens as they warn of winter cold and storms approaching.

I count the empty nests outside my window; one perched between those once hidden limbs, two thrust upwards as sacrifices to the gods of frost and change.
The blue jays have all flown south,
have left me here alone in Seattle,
yet their navy feathers remain as shades in the sky, as shadows under the clouds that bring me snow and rain and sleet.

Currently listening to: About Today by The National
xoxo
Caitlin
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poetry on a friday

My Offering to Autumn

This is an offering to Autumn,
to the saddest season somehow filled with stoic hope,
to the slow fade of color from green to yellow
yellow to orange and orange back to red
and the final sigh before the final leap back to
the final resting place on the floor of the

world. This is an offering to the spoken words
on rain soaked mountain tops, the vows and promises
to a life waiting to be built; to the audience of trees,
rocks and clouds that bear witness. This is my offering,
burnt like sincere words on secret paper and scattered

into the air again, to the black of ash that won’t
wash off. To the sun that sleeps earlier and the
moon that sits in the sky to watch her slip into slumber;
to the brief and beautiful moments they share the sky together.
This is on oblation to the sound of snow geese in the darkness
and the struggle to find their contrast of white
on black; to the moonlight that shines upon them and to the
wonderment of where they travel to.


This is an offering to Autumn and this is my offering to
you. We will dance in the falling leaves and memorize
the sound of leaves crunching under our feet. These are alms to my favorite season and to the snow that hints at falling through the crisp air.
To the smell of wood stoves roaring back to life after the hibernation through the hottest months. To the sweaters that cover your

skin and the color that fades as the last of summer flees
from your cheeks. This is to the sacrifice that all trees
must make, the shedding of their skin to the skeleton
they hide below. To the bravery of the leaves that leap
without looking and fall without ever asking
why.

This is my offering to you. To the tea in your mug and
my hand in your hand as the chill returns. This is to how
the air smells before it snows and the way the scarves wrap
so perfectly around your neck. To the cold of my hands on the warm of your back and goosebumps that crawl down your back to rest on your legs. To the giant breath before the giant sleep through the winter of life. To the red that returns to your

nose and the gloves to your fingers. This is
to the way tears fall without hestiation when you face
the cold wind that Winter waits to breathe. To the first time my eyes found your eyes. To the home you have always been to me.

This is my offering to Autumn. This is my offering to you.

By Tyler Knott


Currently listening to: Colorblind by Counting Crows
xoxo
Caitlin
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count your blessings

1. Sunshine in November...not to mention an accompanying 60 degrees, which has resulted in dress wearing and an overall boost of happiness.

2. A late lunch with Michael Hartley, at Jimmy John's. Great combination.

3. Half the Sky by Kristof and WuDunn. I get really excited about my education when I read these kind of books because my major is reaffirmed and I realize there are so many ways I can improve the world...this tuition money will not be wasted.

4. Basically everything with Kate Jendersee...Molly Moon's, good conversation, funny facebook chats, realizing our outfits just happen to match.

5. Getting published in The Daily!! It's surreal seeing my quotes and picture in print. Even after working for The Independent. (http://dailyuw.com/2010/11/3/academic-transplants/)

6. Living vicariously through Tony's 365 project. If only I had a camera...

7. Carving a kick-ass pumpkin, even if it was 4 days late


8. My house, my school, my family. You know, all the good stuff :)

Currently listening to: Something Beautiful by Alexi Murdoch

xoxo
Caitlin
caitlinboyd72@gmail.com

Novembre 3

We should not regret loving, even when our love is not returned in full.
Harweb: you are beautiful, you are strong, you are okay.
Forgive my ironic video ;) I love you.



xoxo
Caitlin
caitlinboyd72@gmail.com

5 weeks to Christmas Break.

Being a transfer student, my hometown inevitably comes up in almost every conversation. And either the other person momentarily thinks I'm Canadian and exotic, or they ask me that horrible question 'What is there to do in Vancouver anyway?'

Of course I'm polite.
Of course I joke about the city life 'only 20 minutes away in Portland!'.

Of course I want to slap them across the face.

Maybe I romanticize the past a little too much, but so much of who I am and who I want to be is still there...

...in Mrs. Dignan's classroom, on Riverview's playground, at Lacamas Lake, along the stretch of Talton, on the Weaver's trampoline, in the view of Mt. Hood, at Clark College, buckled into a Mazda3.

The Couve is anything but monotonous. It's where my family lives, where I fell in love, where I return for encouragement. There's so much to look forward to in my life, but I can never let go of what home means to me.

That's all definitely too heavy to share in small talk though ;)

I miss you. I'll see you soon.

Currently listening to: I Don't Trust Myself by Mike Posner and Mine by Taylor Swift

xoxo
Caitlin
caitlinboyd72@gmail.com