adieu, march.

March was marked by a fair number of randomly emotional days. Sometimes I would be overwhelmed with happiness, while other times I was plagued with silly, stupid worries. There were a few (very minor) mental breakdowns and a cry-fest or two, but they were necessary. In almost every case, I was simply over-thinking things (who, me?) and letting the mental “what-if” game get way out of control.

In between all of that and another week of being sick, there were plenty of great days mixed in. Kicking off the month was Cortney’s birthday celebration, then came my brother’s birthday and Katie’s St. Patrick’s Day dinner party, and of course there were lots of date nights with E. I also gave in and got a new phone, and, at the start of the month, I got in my first car accident – a minor fender bender that resulted in only the tiniest of dents in the hood of my car.

But back to the good stuff. Things with E are going so very well. This month really solidified the transition between him being someone I need to impress to being someone with whom I’m comfortable and can be myself. (Which means that any day now, he’ll realize just how crazy and weird I am.) He took another two-hour road trip with me this month just to hang out with my friends again and got to experience the cast of characters that is my LMDance crew. Which, I think he got Master LM's approval, and that's really the only validation I need.

March flew by, but I’m glad to see it go. We got a taste of spring right around St. Patrick’s Day, but because Mother Nature is such a tease, we’ve only had chilly weather and even some snow since then. I’m very, very ready for beautiful, warm weather so I can wear dresses and skirts.

confessions.

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• I am writing this post at 3am, in a randomly crappy mood, and self-medicating with Doritos and Diet Pepsi. I should be asleep, but I've had insomnia the past few nights so I figure, why bother?
  
  
• Although all of my random acts of kindness for my friends – letters, texts, e-mails, and care packages – are done solely because I want to make them smile, there is sometimes a teeny tiny part of my heart that wishes I would get a random package/letter/e-mail to brighten my day. To be clear, I absolutely do not do these things with any expectation of the favor being returned; this feeling crops up randomly, not before, during, or immediately after the actual thing I'm doing.
  
  
• Sometimes I just want to call my friends up and arrange a cry-your-face-off sleepover. Everyone has burdens and needs to have a good cry every once in a while, but all too often it happens when you’re all by yourself and you wish you had someone to hug you. I want to have one night where everyone takes turns letting it all out and has their support system right there.
  
  
• I feel like I am a completely uninteresting member of society. I have no interest in doing culturally-enriching things, like traveling or visiting museums or reading classic books. My taste in music and television is mostly pop-culture-ish and usually what I listen to and watch has no depth. The list of movies “everyone” has seen that I haven’t is ridiculously long, which makes me feel left out more often than you'd think. All of that makes me feel really dumb sometimes, because too often I sit silently while other people talk about all of these things and I wonder what I was doing when everyone was becoming so informed.
  
  
• Most of the time, I fully believe that I’m never going to figure out how to live with my IBS. I’m just going to keep moving through life how I am now – dealing with it when I have to, but otherwise struggling on a day-to-day basis. I’ve made very little actual progress, aside from my attitude, in the past two years. My methods only work now because I only leave the house every few days; holding a full-time job, or even a daily part-time one, would be nearly impossible.
  
  
• I think the main reason I don’t talk about my problems in depth with anyone is that I know nobody will have any answers for me. I’ve run through the dialogue enough in my head and in my diary to get that satisfaction of letting everything out, and although it would be nice to have someone agree that it sucks and validate my self-pity, I don’t think it would make me feel that much better.

This list turned out pretty melancholy - I promise I'm not as miserable as this makes me sound.

grace in small things.

• my Glade "Bring On the Blossoms" candle, which smells so spring-y and is pink
• eating delicious Irish stew, being unimpressed with the Super Moon, and spending some quality time with two of my best friends and our boyfriends at Katie's St. Patty's Day dinner party
• having another anxiety-free, enjoyable car ride down to Katie's place with E
• avoiding the snow by sleeping in and napping all day
• three new pairs of shoes from Target (on sale!)
• some awesome finds on the clearance end-caps at Target (cute gift bags, a paperweight, and note cards)
• Extra Dessert Delights gum, particularly the Key Lime Pie flavor that I just tried this week
  
• finally getting around to cleaning and organizing the clutter-y parts of my room
• going to lunch with my grandparents, aunt, mom and brother, actually feeling good, actually eating, and not having much anxiety at all

What's making you happy this week?

project: no more sugar, check-in #1.

Current status of Project No More Sugar = total failure.

The main reasons for this are as follows: I am a pro at making excuses, I play the “I’ll start fresh again tomorrow” card way too often, and I am the worst offender of eating because I’m bored.

On the excuses front, I’ve had a ton. First I was sick, then I was just crabby, and I was also excusing myself at any social gathering. I made cupcakes for my brother’s birthday and ended up eating the majority because nobody cared for them. My “defense” was that I made them from scratch, so even though they had sugar, they were better than processed cupcake mix and frosting.

My love of fresh starts and clean slates always does me in. Too many times, I’ve been reaching for a second helping of cookies after dinner and thinking, well I already messed this up, I’ll just start fresh tomorrow.

The last reason is the worst and the hardest to stop doing: eating out of boredom. After dinner, I consistently snack right up until it’s time for bed. Mixed in are healthy things – sometimes I nosh on a salad or a few pieces of toast – but mostly it’s junk. I honestly can’t tell the difference between being truly hungry, having an unnecessary craving, and feeling false hunger because I’m bored.

To deal with that issue, the advice is typically to clear your home of junk food. However, since I live at home and my mother is notorious for stocking up on snacks, I can’t exactly expect my parents to throw away all that food just because I can’t control myself. Since my lack of willpower is a weakness of mine, it’s a recipe for disaster.

I decided it was time to reevaluate my plan and truly start over. My new goals are to stop eating obviously sugary foods until the end of March and stop eating sugar in any form for the month of April. Also, I’m barring myself from our basement, which is where we store the majority of our junk food. That should help with a lot of the unnecessary snacking.

If I do end up indulging in something, I’m not going to beat myself up for it and I’m not going to throw in the towel. Two cookies after dinner doesn’t make me a total failure and I have to realize I’m doing more harm than good by trying to constantly start over.

Here's hoping take two goes a lot better. And yes, making an snazzy graphic is definitely a motivator, in case you were wondering.

ten on tuesday [vol. 22].

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1. What condiments are always, always in your fridge?
Since I live at home, we have a ton of stuff. My mom is a slight food hoarder - she likes to be prepared, all the time. If I lived by myself, I'd probably only need ketchup, mayonnaise, honey mustard, and a few salad dressings.

2. How do you like your steak cooked? Your burgers?
Well, I eat turkey burgers whenever possible, so those have to be cooked until they're well done. When I eat regular hamburgers, those also need to be well done because I'm paranoid and even a small amount of pink makes me think I'll get sick from it. For steak, I don't have too strong of a preference. As long as it's not bleeding and it's not tough as shoe leather, I'll eat it.

3. What’s your favorite use for fresh tomatoes?
Including them in a salad. Or, sometimes, I'll just eat them on their own dipped in a bit salad dressing or with a smear of mayo. I love tomatoes.

4. What’s your go-to dinner when you haven’t planned anything in advance and you don’t feel like going out?
Considering my mom still cooks for me most days, I don't run into this problem a lot. But if it's up to me to cook for myself and I don't go out, I just make pasta and defrost a package of frozen veggies. Sometimes I add chicken or thaw some frozen shrimp.

5. What’s your favorite snack food lately?
Cookies. They've always been my favorite and they always will be. Of course, I'm trying to give up the habit for now ... but, I'll talk more tomorrow about how (un)successful I've been with that.

6. What’s your favorite weekend breakfast to make at home?
Ever since high school, I haven't been a big breakfast person, even on the weekends. But when I was younger, I loved when my dad made french toast or pancakes. If I had to choose one or the other, I'd go with french toast.

7. What’s your favorite thing to grill? How do you do it?
Grilled meat is my absolute favorite thing. I don't actually do the grilling (my dad does), but I love grilled teriyaki chicken, turkey burgers, hot dogs, and London broil.

8. What’s your favorite wine for under $10? If you’re not a wine person, what brand of beer is your favorite?
I've just recently started getting into drinking wine and beer, so I don't really have favorite brands yet. My favorite kind of wine so far is white zinfandel. As for beer, I'm not a huge fan so I haven't tried too many, but Blue Moon is pretty good.

9. Give us your most delicious cocktail recipe.
Again, I'm still building up my alcoholic beverage repertoire, but I love vodka with orange and cranberry juice. I don't have actual measurements - I'd say I use a shot of vodka, then equal parts cranberry and orange juice. Mostly I make it to taste, so you can add more or less of each juice depending on what you like.

10. How do you like your eggs?
Scrambled with cheese.

These questions are a part of Ten on Tuesday which is run by Roots and Rings.

grace in small things.

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• baking cupcakes from scratch and making buttercream frosting for the first time
• weather beautiful enough for dresses and flip flops
• Tuesday's episode of Glee
• coming up with little surprises for people
• Danielle's Save the Date coming in the mail
• shopping smart and coming home only with what was needed
• e-mails, texts, and Facebook messages with people I love
• having plans to look forward to
• dance parties in an empty house

birthday boy.

He's my partner in crime, the one who understands how crazy our parents are, and he's with me through thick and thin. I've learned that I can lean on him, that even though he seems like he doesn't give a crap, he'll sit and listen to me cry about something and actually offer some sane advice. Sometimes he's a jerk and annoys the crap out of me, but then again, he is my younger brother and I think that's programmed into his DNA.

When we were little, we fought constantly. He thought it was cool to pick on me in front of my friends or around our cousins, which usually got my blood boiling. Yet when we were home, by ourselves, we got along. At night, when we were supposed to be asleep, he'd often sneak into my room and we'd hang out.

As I grew older, I realized that his habit of picking on and teasing me was something he did to mostly everyone in his life. He's always coming up with a quick joke or snarky comment about someone that ends up being so outrageous and unexpected that you can't even be offended. What once frustrated me no longer does (okay, it does sometimes, but not like it used to) because I understand that's just the way he is. That's his sense of humor, and he rarely means anything he says.

I cherish the relationship we have because I know not everyone is this lucky. He's my counterpart - it's always been me and him, Caity and Danny, Cait and Dan. And I hope it always stays that way.

Happy birthday, brudder!

(And Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone!)

ten on tuesday [vol. 21].

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1. What is your cleaning style like?
Um, obsessive perfectionist? Is that a "style"? I am way too thorough, but that also means I put things off until I can be as thorough as I want. Once I'm in a cleaning mood, though, I just go-go-go. Cleaning relaxes me and makes me feel accomplished because you can (in most cases) see results.

2. What is your favorite thing to add to an outfit to take it from casual to classy?
Adding a chunky belt. It always classes things up, whether it's taking a sloppy t-shirt/legging/cardigan combo to something I can wear in public or making a casual dress look fancier.

3. Do you like stormy weather?
Depends. I'm really picky about when it can storm. If I'm out or have to go somewhere, I'm not a fan. Summer storms, particularly in the late afternoon or evening, are my absolute favorite. During the day they're scary, at nighttime it's beautiful.

4. What is your favorite cold treat on a hot day?
Rita's Italian Ice! They open this Sunday, I am beyond excited.

5. What is your favorite warm treat on a cold day?
Anything from Starbucks or a vanilla chai from Dunkin.

6. Who is your favorite animated character?
Tinkerbell, of course.

7. What do you keep your jewelry in?
My earrings are stored in one of those compartmentalized craft boxes. I have a jewelry box that stores my lesser-used necklaces, bracelets, pins, and rings. Some of my longer necklaces are stowed away in a travel jewelry box or draped on my lamp. For Christmas, I received this adorable necklace stand which houses the necklaces and bracelets I wear frequently.

8. Do any of the rooms in your house have a theme?
No. We do have color themes that we take quite literally sometimes - my room used to be an explosion of purple until I toned it down, my parents' room has a lot of green, and my brother's room is blue.

9. Do you watch any interior design TV shows – if so, what is your favorite?
All. The. Time. I mourn the loss of Trading Spaces because that show was the shit. I used to be an HGTV addict but I don't watch it enough these days to remember any specific show that I love. As long as somebody's making over some part of their house, I'm totally interested.

10. When was the last time you did something risk-taking?
It seems silly, but it was when I started talking to E. In the very beginning, I was so nervous and worried about if it would be weird and how it would turn out. At some point, though, I took the risk of not worrying about it and just surrendering. Worrying makes me comfortable because it makes me aware of all situations and possibilities and feel prepared; surrendering was foreign and out of my comfort zone. And you know what? It was the best decision I could've made.

These questions are a part of Ten on Tuesday which is run by Roots and Rings.

A-ll 'B-out C-ait

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I stole this lovely little survey from Nora, one of my newest blog friends. Check out her blog if you haven't already!

Age: 24

Bed size: Full. Plenty of room for me sprawl out and just big enough to share.

Chore you dislike: Cleaning the bathroom sink.

Dogs: I've never owned any, but I love them (although, I'm definitely more of a cat person).

Essential start to your day: Upbeat music.

Favorite color: Pink!

Gold or silver: Either is fine with me, but I guess I prefer silver (or white gold).

Height: 5’7"

Instruments you play(ed): Piano and flute. Piano lasted a few years and I'm still able to read sheet music and play (not well, but I can). Flute was for two years and I don't think I remember the finger positions for the notes anymore.

Job title: I... don't actually have one. Our "office" is a teeny tiny division, so everything is informal. When I have to label myself, it's Office Assistant.

Kids: Nope. I want them someday, though! Probably two, maaaaybe three, tops.

Live: New Jersey.

Mom’s name: Joan.

Nicknames: A lot. Popular ones include Cait (obviously), Tink, Kit Kat Cait, Catsy, Gladys (don't ask), and Cait-fish.

Overnight hospital stays: Only once. When I was four years old, I came down with the stomach flu and got dehydrated because I didn't want to drink anything.

Pet peeve: Long-winded stories that include unnecessary details. People who chew with their mouths open. Unsolicited advice. Micromanaging.

Quote from a movie: Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. (Ferris Bueller's Day Off)

Righty or Lefty: Righty.

Siblings: My brother, who's two years younger than me.

Time you wake up: I am ashamed to answer this question, so I'll just skip it.

Underwear: I'm obsessed with cute underwear, especially from Victoria's Secret.

Vegetables you don’t like: Beets. Brussel sprouts.

What makes you run late: Sleeping too late, not budgeting enough time to get ready, or forgetting something.

X-Rays you’ve had: I think just my head when I got my concussion in first grade.

Yummy food you make: Penne vodka, spinach dip, spinach-artichoke dip, and a variety of baked goods. My arsenal of "signature" meals is still in its infancy stages.

Zoo animal favorite: I've never really given it much thought, actually. Giraffes are pretty awesome, I guess.

project: no more sugar.

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Last week, after posting that one of my goals this month is to cut sugar out of my diet, I got a handful of comments about how I was going to go about it.

I'll be honest - when I wrote it, I had no plans about the "how." I just knew it had to happen because one, I am very aware that I consume too many sweets on a daily basis and two, all the research I’ve been doing about my health problems suggest that eliminating sugar is a smart choice. (It's also a smart choice in general, as explained in this post. And? According to this book [which I'm planning on reading], the typical American consumes a 5-pound bag of sugar per month. Um, gross.)

In the long run, I’m going to strive toward eating more wholesome, unprocessed foods, but sugar sounded like a good starting point. Since going cold turkey is not a strategy that works for me, I've developed the following basic plan:

Stage 1 – Stop eating all obvious sources of sugar. Since my junk food consumption is excessive, the first step is to drop the habit of reaching for cookies, cupcakes, candy and soda all the time. For my sanity, I’ll still allow certain foods that I know have sugar, like cereal. Trust me when I tell you that this will be the hardest part.

Stage 2 – Start avoiding all sneaky sources of sugar. This is when I’ll start reading labels and being aware of hidden sugars, like in pastas and breads.

(I should also note that, though the goal is to stick to these very strictly, I expect that I will slip along the way in these two stages. Meaning, I may allow for a couple of cookies or a snack-sized chocolate bar at the end of my day if I absolutely cannot curb the craving. I’ve learned that if I don’t do this, I’ll just keep eating other things and feel continuously miserable, then finally indulge and end up over-indulging.)

Stage 3 – Completely eliminate sugar. By this point, I won’t really allow for any sugar intake unless it’s absolutely necessary or impossible to avoid (a PMS-induced craving or going out to eat with friends and not wanting to dissect each option to find out the sugar content).

I’m expecting the first two stages to last anywhere from one to two weeks each depending on how I feel, which means that I’ll hopefully be on track to start stage three by the end of the month. My goal at that point is to go the entire month of April avoiding sugar as much as possible, preferably completely. Of course, I expect Easter to be my breaking point – I love me some Peeps and Cadbury eggs – but I will hopefully have broken my addiction to it by then and won’t go crazy.

This is the first time I’ve actually sat down and made a plan for my diet changes (thanks blog friends for being interested, because that's what really pushed me to do it!), so we’ll see how it goes. I have confidence in myself, but have accordingly built in room for error because I know that if I don’t, I’ll throw in the towel super early. I plan to put up a couple posts throughout the process to explain how it's going and also offer tips that I've found to work for me.

Here goes nothing!

[If anyone reading has given up or cut back on sugar in any capacity, feel free to shoot me an e-mail if you have any advice/resources!]

tu-tu birthday celebration.

I find myself looking over the pictures from Friday night and almost not recognizing myself.

Maybe it was the new eye makeup I've been using. Maybe it was my haircut finally starting to feel like me. Maybe it was the flash from the camera amidst the dark lighting, making my skin look flawless. Maybe it was being giddy to see my dancers again, being out dancing for the first time in a long time, or getting to introduce my boyfriend to my little dance family. Or, maybe it was the vodka.

I keep doing double-takes at the beaming, bright-eyed face smiling back at me through those pictures. She's radiating positive energy. Her eyes are so bright, not tired and not adorned with bags. She isn't just posing for the mandatory picture-taking and plastering a smile on her face to convince everyone she's alright. And you know what? I don't think it's because of any of the reasons listed above. It's simply because she is - I am - happy.

Friday night was fantastic. I was coming off of a high from spending the previous night at E's place and was ready to dance the night away to celebrate Cortney's twenty-second (tu-tu) birthday. It was so great to see Lisa and introduce her to E, to get a picture with most of the LM Lifer crew, to drink and laugh and act silly. This night out was just what I needed to reconnect with my dancers, especially when we were rehashing old inside jokes. Even if the music was crappy and way too loud (seriously, my ears were ringing all the way home), I had an absolutely amazing time.

farewell to february.

February was chock full of fun activities that made it feel weeks longer but also that it had passed in the blink of an eye. I mean, the Superbowl really happened this month? It feels like that was ages ago.

I attended a Superbowl party where I rooted half-heartedly for the Steelers and met some of E's closest friends. I was knocked over the head with nostalgia when I went to a high school dance competition to support the dance team that Natalie oversees at her school - the stage makeup, team jackets, and heel stretches had me yearning for the stage. E and I celebrated an early Valentine's Day which was absolute perfection, even if we did burn the chicken a bit when we made dinner.

I celebrated my mother's birthday over carrot cake and belly laughs about how ridiculous my father can be. I was grilled about my new boyfriend by my family when we celebrated a belated Christmas with my cousin and his girlfriend, but it was all in fun as we sipped on whipped cream vodka mixed with gingerale. I closed the month by dressing up as a murderess and being arm candy for a tough Boston cop for Melissa's Oscar party (and using my super guessing power to win the ballot contest and beat E by one point, as evidenced by the picture in the collage above).

There were lots of things making me smile this month: beautiful flowers from E; a care package from my Blog Valentine; the love letters I wrote and sent to my friends; seeing my friend Emily come home and be well enough to exercise by taking walks up and down the street; gushing over wedding details with Natalie and Danielle, including one of them finding THE DRESS (eeee!).

Although I have yet to actively work on my issues, I am incredibly proud of myself this month simply because I conquered anxiety on a handful of occasions, specifically on the day of the Superbowl party and concerning the trip to the Oscar party. The former entailed going to a new place and meeting new people; the latter involved making a long trip with someone else in the car when I usually prefer driving alone. Although there was a little bit of anticipatory stress, I managed to make my way through both without a problem, which doesn't seem like much but is truly a major feat for me.

Time for a goal check-in:

Get healthy. Absolutely not. I was too busy, ate too much junk, and had no time to figure out a good schedule.

Work on my anxiety. Mostly yes. I started reading through my anxiety book and taking notes, and as noted above, learned to overcome the anxiety linked to my anticipation of things.

Live in the moment. Most of the time, no. I let myself get caught up in my calendar, thinking of what I'd be doing next weekend instead of focusing on where I was at that moment. There were little moments, though - mostly during time spent with E - when I was completely present and content.

Stay in touch. Yes. I sent out love letters, saw most of my friends, and made plans to see others very soon.

Be me and stop worrying what other people think. Yes and no, but mostly no. I met a lot of E's friends and it's difficult not to worry what they think of me. I can also feel my inhibitions creeping up about how I think I'm really weird and can't understand why anyone normal would want to date me. Yeah, yikes.

January's Goals were a complete flop except for the love letter project. So, I'm making all the remaining ones my February goals.

Goals for this month: start eating healthy (specifically, cutting sugar out of my diet); apply to jobs; schedule a dental appointment; learn to cook at least two new meals; read at least one book.

I'm so stoked for March, mainly because it means spring is on its way. No more snow!

breathe.

I'm having a rough day.

Usually I make it a habit of not writing (or at at least not publishing) posts when I'm in a down-and-out mood because most of the time, I look back after doing so and realize it was a mood swing and I was being dramatic. But I figured it's been a while since I've written something that wasn't a list or recap or meme, so it might be good to get some things out of my brain.

There's nothing that made today particularly difficult. It's just my thoughts swirling around, the more negative ones making their way to the forefront. I can feel my mood turning because I'm sitting here, struggling to find something productive to do, feeling frustrated that my life isn't in a better place, and numbing it all by shoving another leftover cupcake in my mouth. I'm familiar with this "place," this feeling.

Family time has made me realize that I'm slowly becoming one of the problem children. As we talk about my brother and cousins graduating college and finding jobs, I cringe. As I see my older cousin talk about work, I cringe. As I watch my younger cousins make their way through college, talking about goals and dreams, I cringe. It hurts because I know how unsuccessful I've been. After years and years of being in honors classes and gifted-and-talented programs, I emerged from college with a GPA and record of which I'm mostly ashamed. I blame it on not being in the right major and being more focused on my extra-curricular activities, but it still sucks to know that I was capable of doing so much better.

I know I have to forget my past, to forgive myself for mistakes and move forward. For the most part, I have. But when it comes up in all the conversations around me, it becomes difficult not to let it eat away at me.

Fixing my health and anxiety problems is at a standstill. I keep myself knee-deep in denial by staying busy, claiming I have no time and that I'm doing better since I'm able to see my friends and go to parties and that I'll work on my diet after the next big event. The best thing I can equate it to is the high-dive at the community pool: I said I would do it, climbed the stairs, and am now standing at the top and realizing that I'm not so sure I want to dive in. I know I have to, but I'm hesitating and trying to find a way out.

Meanwhile, I've reached the point in my relationship when I have to start thinking and worrying. Well, not that I have to, but I do. Everything has been wonderful and amazing and I haven't worried about a damn thing up until now, which is great. But as time goes on, more things are at stake, and I'm panicking. I feel like, at any minute, the floodgates I put up to hold back the reality of my problems is about to burst and suddenly, it's going to become evident that things are much worse and much harder than he realizes.

And because of this, I can't sort my emotions out.

My brain is forcing walls up around my heart because it knows what I do, it knows that I love too fast and too hard; if I let that happen, once he sees how gargantuan my problems are he'll be gone and I'll be hurt. It doesn't matter if I'm exaggerating the severity of my problems in my head, or that he reassures me that he's here to help, or that maybe he doesn't care even if my problems are bigger than he expected. The walls have gone up and now begins the battle to tear them down.

The past month has been filled with activities that have kept me mostly distracted. Now that it's March and my calendar is empty, all of the things I've put off thinking about have come rushing back. I know it will pass, that things will get figured out or just pushed off again. For now all I can do is settle in, hope that getting it off my chest helps, listen to music, and just breathe.

ten on tuesday [vol. 20].

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1. What type of cell phone do you have and how would you rate it?
I have a (purple!) Motorola W755. It's a pretty good phone, though the battery life is so-so. For what I need it for - making calls and texting - it's about and 7 out of 10.

2. What has been your most serious injury?
The concussion I got in first grade. I was jump roping with my backpack (please don't ask me why) at the end of the school day when I tripped and slammed my face into the linoleum tile. Yeah, ouch.

3. What is one movie you hate and why?
Smart People. It was so stupid, not remotely funny, and just... ugh. I watched it with my high school friends because we were nicknamed "the smart table" at lunch, so we thought it would be clever to watch the movie. It was definitely the only movie I've seen all the way through that I absolutely could not like.

4. How many email addresses do you have?
Three that I actively use. I've got one for personal stuff, one for shopping (that used to be my blog e-mail account), and a new blog-related account (add me! caitfindsbalance [at] gmail [dot] com). I also still have my college e-mail account and old personal account with Yahoo, but anything that is sent to those gets forwarded.

5. What website do you waste the most time on?
Face-freaking-BOOK.

6. Which mexican restaurant makes the best salsa?
I'm not really picky with my salsa, nor do eat at mexican restaurants enough to really have enough experience to pick a favorite.

7. What is your dream car?
I don't have one, honestly. Cars aren't my thing. As long as it drives well, I can get cool features that I want, and a pretty color, I'm good.

8. If you could spend up to $100 with no strings or restrictions or guilt, what would you buy?
Without giving it any thought (like I probably should), I'd go buy these pink sparkle TOMS. Because seriously, those shoes were made for me.

9. What is your favorite board game?
The Game of Life. Best board game ever.

10. How often do you change your hairstyle?
Not often at all. The only "change" I make on a regular basis is cutting it shorter, which usually isn't too much of a difference. However, when I cut my hair last week, it was a couple of inches shorter than I intended. The last time I got it drastically cut was in sophomore year of college, and before that it was putting in highlights in sophomore year of high school. So... every four or five years, I guess?

These questions are a part of Ten on Tuesday which is run by Roots and Rings.