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Sooo I've tagged a lot of people in this note, mainly because you're all people that I really miss, that don't live here or that are away from here or that are going to be away from here soon (cough Stace cough).

I really wish that I could see all of you way more than I do, even just a little bit, because even that would be worth it.

There are some people that I'm used to not seeing, that it doesn't nag at me every second of the day, just every once in awhile when they happen to cross my mind, and I think that that really sucks. I think its awful that you can get used to someone you love being away from you. Maybe not from them being away, but getting used to missing them... if that makes any sense at all.

Then you have all of the people that just left. I'll be sitting at home, bored (because there's hardly anyone left in this town... note how I say hardly... I still love you if you're here.) and I'll get the idea to call someone to hangout. So I pick up the phone and start to dial (literally... I think I'm a bit slow) and then realize oh wait... they moved away. So what I do when I can't think of anyone to call I go through my directory on my phone... and it is literally 80% people that don't live here anymore. It's so sad. I miss all of you SO much. I miss EVERYONE so much.

There's so many people that I wish I could just hug. So many people that I wish I could just sit at Tim Horton's with and just chill. It sucks so bad that I can't, that I have to wait so long, and in some cases I know it won't happen at all.

I'm so glad I have so many awesome memories with all of you.
Would it be horrible of me to list them off? Probably... but I'm soooo going to anyways. I might not even write about the best times... because I'm tired and lazy annnnnd I'll probably write the first thing that pops into my head, but thats okay because this is my note and I can write whatever the heck I want to, and you guys can read whatever the heck you want to.
(I'm just going to go down the list because its easier.. don't be offended if I don't write about you first.... )

Barrrrrry. Monopoly. You get it.

Saraaaah.. Cupcaked!

Max AND Martin, I remember this one time on Read FOREVER ago, right after the first 'Scary Movie' came out we spent the night on the trampoline and fell asleep to each other saying 'Duffy go poopy in his pants' and for some reason that sticks out in my mind.. like I said, loooong time ago.

Janiiiine. SO many times. You're my sister, of course there's so many times. Your wedding, random mini roadtrips and singing loudly out of key and just not caring. I love it! I love you.

Julia I'm not even going to say a specific time, because there are way too many... (in a good way) and I'm just going to say I love you too.

Mike? Kutchro skydiving, 212, lurve.

Jen.. and I'm going to include Kelly in this one too... all the youth trips, camps and group times and coffee times and just... you guys are both so amazing, and changed my perception of life.

Cheryl. hee hee. you. Roadtrips again, millions upon millions of sleepovers. We go waaay back.

Gummi... You were so there when I was born anddd I mean come on, admit it, me coming into this world is a DAMN good memory for everyone, because I, Caity, am awesome. But there's also this other time from when I was SUPER little and I was at your house making chocolate easter eggs, and those still stick in my mind as the best easter eggs ever, and I propose I come intrude on you next easter to make them with you again.

Keisha, the ghost? the closet? Austin powers.... depressed barbie dolls... cougar attacks... kay, what HAVEN'T we done together?

Johnny... the ferry trip to Hardy with you was SOOO much fun, you made that thing bearable. The guy with the guitar was pretty cool too.

Nick. Everything. I love you.

Shallaaatte. Noodle time with you and Anne remains in my mind the best noodle time EVER. You are prettier than this road...

BRIIIIIIIAN MITCHELL. Any So Good I can steal? I miss you neighbor.

Briiiian PAYNE. SO many awesome times with you. I'm so not going to get into it.

Pauuul. THE FACE.

Robyn, you are one crazy lady. I've had so many silly times with you. I miss you.

CLAIRE CLAIRE CLAIRE I LOVE CLAIRMERTA... millions of dollars spent on phone bills. Opa Sushi. Vanilla Syrup.

Blair. I miss you. Good talks. Good food. Good times.

Krissy... does Princess Pony Cup, Grandpa, and wah wah wah mean anything to you?

Sharonmum I love you. You are the best second mother I've ever had.

Felicity I remember having a birthday party at your house. I can't remember if it was mine or Jessie's but I remember it being aweosme. There was a french lady?

Jesse, canadian idol and then the jam session later that night. SOoo much fun.

Mrs. Zalinko, you never cease to amaze me with your awesomeness.

Stacey... you aren't gone yet... but you will be soon, and that makes me sooo sad, buttttt okay, red lips.. OBV. our "we hate boys that leave us for university" party, your first Tim Horton's experience and so much more. I love you.


Okay... sooooo now that I've bored you all to death I'm just going to say that I miss you and love you all annnnnnnd I think everyone of you should come to my house and keep me company and make me happy. Okay. Deal.

I MISS YOOOOOOOOOOOOOU.

From Myspace.

Posted on my myspace blog October 17, 2007:

Hahahaha. This is awesome. There's this website where you go and put in a name or something, and then it makes a fake complaint letter, and its pretty funny. You get a different on everytime.

http://www.pakin.org/complaint/


Here's mine:


What I have to say will probably provoke a response from Miss Caity M. Douglas. She may label me "vexatious" or even "vulgar". I realize and accept that as a consequence of what I am about to say. However, I hope that Caity will read everything I have to say before labeling me. Please note that many of the conclusions I'm about to draw are based on cogent and virtually incontrovertible evidence provided by a set of people who have suffered immensely on account of Caity.

Caity once heard a bookish crackpot say, "We can all live together happily without laws, like the members of some 1960s-style dope-smoking commune." What's amazing is that Caity was then able to use that quotation plus some anecdotal evidence to convince her compeers that no one is smart enough to see through her transparent lies, which makes me wonder, "What exactly is the principle that rationalizes her intolerant, homophobic histrionics?" We should be able to look into our own souls for the answer. If we do, I suspect we'll find that several things she has said have brought me to the boiling point. The statement of hers that made the strongest impression on me, however, was something to the effect of how we're supposed to shut up and smile when she says spleeny, horny things. What is the most appropriate way to address the continued social injustice shown by the worst classes of nettlesome hostes generis humani there are? Education -- the real thing, not the humorless facsimile that Caity promotes in order to initiate a reign of nit-picky terror. Many of our problems would be solved if only more people were educated to learn that Caity's conduct can be described as less than ladylike. Sad, but true. And it'll only get worse if Caity finds a way to make mountains out of molehills.

Let me quote to you from the words of my attorney: "Caity's sympathizers are too indolent to bring meaning, direction, and purpose into our lives." Let me go on record as saying that Caity doesn't want to acknowledge that there are people better equipped to cope with life than misguided, infantile so-called experts. In fact, Caity would rather block all discussion on the subject. I suppose that's because it is my intent to call for proper disciplinary action against her and her goombahs. That's self-evident, and even Caity would probably agree with me on that. Even so, we were put on this planet to be active, to struggle, and to provide a positive, confident, and assertive vision of humanity's future and our role in it. We were not put here to shatter and ultimately destroy our most precious possessions, as Caity might believe. If Caity's perversions aren't crazy, I don't know what is. If you're interested in the finagling, double-dealing, chicanery, cheating, cajolery, cunning, rascality, and abject villainy by which Caity may mobilize support for the special interests that dominate state and private activity in the near future, then you'll want to consider the following very carefully. You'll especially want to consider that when I observe Caity's backers' behavior, I can't help but recall the proverbial expression, "monkey see, monkey do". That's because, like her, they all want to spoon-feed us her pabulum. Also, while a monkey might think that Caity's conjectures are our final line of defense against tyrrany, the fact remains that if we let her crush people to the earth and then claim the right to trample on them forever because they are prostrate, then greed, corruption, and colonialism will characterize the government. Oppressive measures will be directed against citizens. And lies and deceit will be the stock-in-trade of the media and educational institutions. And that's it. Miss Caity M. Douglas should feel ashamed of herself.

Noooooo Idea What I'm Doing//Facebook//Myspace Blogs.

Okay, I have no idea what the ross I'm doing. I don't know how to have a profile photo or anything, so excuse my lameness.


ALSO, I am going to be putting blog entries that are on my facebook and myspace blogs, and putting them with the original dates..


Yeah.

Just Because... for serious.

Okay, so basically I'm doing this just for fun. I really enjoy reading blogs, so I figured I might as well try writing one.

Odds are folks it's not going to be tooootally entertaining, but thats okay! You don't have to read it, right?

Anywho, enjoy or don't!

Caity