I think you're lonely/But I could be wrong.

I've been feeling super creative lately, but I haven't taken the initiative to write down any of the thoughts or phrases that have come out of my brain. Too bad, too bad. Hopefully I'll be motivated to start doing that more often.

Trip is visiting right now, which is a real treat. We've done all sorts of walking around. We found a great, giant disorganized bookstore in Union Square that we've already been to twice, we found delicious pizza in the area, we went to Crumbs (a cupcake place people have raved to me about). I was a little disappointed in my choice; in retrospect, I should have gone classic vanilla but I went "cookie dough" because it sounded and looked exciting. Not so much. Still, I'm not writing off Crumbs just yet.

We hit up Central Park and walked around the great lawn to the turtle pond. We walked around Times Square. There's been a lot of walking, and he's only been here two days. It's been good!

We also watched "Revolutionary Road" last night, which brought on some bad (and strange) dreams. That was a hard one to watch. So was "(500) Days of Summer," though I loved that one. And I really enjoyed "Harry Potter," though I understand the criticisms I've been hearing.

Tomorrow, I get to meet up with Rob Sheffield again (hopefully!) and I couldn't be more excited. I'm trying to re-read "Love is a Mix Tape" but I doubt I'll get too far (it's already 10:00 p.m. and I've only re-read the first chapter so far). I've had a lot to think about recently, and I like it even though it's difficult sometimes. I like feeling that passionate feeling inside of me when I'm arguing for something I believe in, down to my core. I forgot that feeling, and although it's a little uncomfortable, I want to push for it. It might lead me to try to suppress it, but it's worth fighting for those lively moments. I'm still learning to love myself, and learning what my "style" should be. I've felt this strong rebellious streak in myself recently, and it's made me want a leather jacket VERY badly. However, Edward's voice is right there in the back of my head, reminding me that killing an animal for clothes doesn't make me a badass at all. Still, what other jackets give you that classic sense of rawness? I guess it's time for me to pick my own jacket and redefine it that way. In NOT playing into that trend, I guess I'm rebelling. I am, in fact. Nice one, self. We hit up Urban Outfitters, and although there's a definite part of me that wants to buy into that style, a part of me that looks longingly at the lanky girls with their hippie haircuts and their paisley leggings with their plaid shirts and just wants to BE that, at the end of the day - fuck that. Because I feel on the inside the way they look on the outside, and that's even better. That means that no matter what I put on, it's automatically "indie" because *I,* Caitlin, am indie.

Not sure why I needed to wax poetic on that, but there it is. I cannot believe how quickly the summer is dwindling. Raquel leaves in nine days. I leave in less than a month. I love where I work with my whole being. I hope they love me, too.

I almost closed this post there, but then I couldn't remember if I talked about the Siren Festival in my last post? All I want to say is: sandy beach in New York City, right next to a boardwalk and carnival rides. If that isn't cool, I don't know what is.