"I wanna take you through a wasteland I like to call my home "

If you recognize the above lyric and do not do so by way of Google you will gain about 30 cool points in my book. And you'll get an extra one if you figure out its relevance to me at this very moment.

I've finished packing. Mostly. All my clothing and whatnots are done with. Now its a matter of figuring out carry-on items. Obviously those will include: i-pod, classic composition book (both are always on my being somewhere), books (but which ones to bring? I'm thinking I'll go with 'Junior' by Macaulay Culkin because a) it looks crazy f-ed up, and b) i have yet to read it. And them I'm at a loss for literature. This break has been particularly hard on my wallet, thus I am lacking in reading material for lack of purchasing ability. I might take some books from Nicholas, perhaps some Neil Gaiman? Or maybe I'll steal Fake.Liar.Cheat. / The Fuck-Up / Perks of Being A Wallflower. My copies of these books are in Philadelphia rather than on the other side of the wall like his are... I guess I'll ask. Or maybe I'll go shopping in the morning at all the duty-free stores while we wait at the Newark Airport.)

Oh yes, we are flying out of Newark. Driving into the bad weather, snow and all. It will be a party. Of momentous size too. Meaning everyone else will probably end up falling asleep in the car while my father drives and I'll put on the i-pod and not pass out but happily think of the coming 4 days in the sun and devote a tiny thought to the regrettable feelings that will sneak up on me when Friday comes and its time to return to the real world. I've been told that even though I don't officially have a seat on the plane to come home I am not allowed to give up and stay in the Dominican Republic. I found this very upsetting.

I personally don't understand why I'm not allowed to stay in a random foreign country illegally. I could make my money, singing on street corners. Perhaps hustling money from tourists.

[cut from Caitlin sitting on bedroom floor with laptop to Caitlin walking down the mean streets of the Domincan Republic. Her skin is very dark and she is looking fairly South American in her own right for someone who is Irish and Italian. Behind her there is a band of small children, they are all very tough looking. The children are breaking into random dance moves, also yelling words like "BAM!", "ZAP!", and "POW!" They are a force to be reckoned with, a group to be feared, and Caitlin is their leader, their Queen.]


I would fantasize about leading a small gang of children and molding them into those most likely to appear as the Puerto Ricans in West Side Story... But I really would be a mighty fierce leader - you know I would.


I guess I should stop doing this and start packing my carry-on. I'm just so lazy though...


Shame.