Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Thursday, August 11, 2011

I've been sitting at this computer with nothing to say,

and yet...


SO MUCH IS GOING ON.

Currently...

...surrounded by boxes of my life. How have I accumulated so much...stuff? Where did it all come from, why did I keep it, and why is it so hard to throw out? I'm finding random papers I wrote in eighth grade, and awkward school pictures of people I haven't seen in years. I found an earring that I had already condemned as NEVER-TO-BE-FOUND-AGAIN. Good thing I kept the other one.

...loving So You Think You Can Dance. I love Melanie so, so much. She is an absolute joy to watch.

...wishing that my job was over and done with. "Hello, my name is Carlie. I'm calling on behalf of Edward Jones. May I please speak to Sally DalrympleschnitzelimpossibletopronouncelastnamesorryifI'veoffendedyoubysayingitwrong?" So. Done. They think I'm coming back next summer. Pretty sure that's not going to happen.

...obsessed with Pinterest. You haven't heard of it? Go to it, love it. It's fantastic. Follow me, and I'll follow you.

...having fun with her and her and her. Girl's nights, treks through the wilderness (which really means a shopping trip to Cabela's, although a wilderness excursion would be quite fun) and excellent conversations and really delicious sweet potato fries, and making fun of the judges on So You Think You Can Dance. It's been a fun week for friends.

...missing Sarah. She's always out of town.

...staying up WAY too late, and waking up whenever. I need some structure. Asap.

..."I mean, uh...suck it up! Be a man! Rub some dirt in it!" "Yeah, she gives good nods." "Beautiful gowns for my darling debutante!" "Just take her...and kiss her...and just kiss the crap out of her." This movie? Golden. If you know what it is, let's be friends.

...oh, also? I move a week from tomorrow.

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

IT HAS BEGUN.

I'm shoving my life in a box. 


Well, probably more than one box. 

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

so, in my dream...


James was there,

and Josh was there.
 James found a way to breathe under water in the dream.

So, he shoved me in. 

It was one of those dreams where you don't wake up when you get splashed, or when you suddenly can't breathe, because in this dream, I could breathe. It was spooky. For the rest of the dream, I was a little shaken up. Josh sat around, looking like himself, a'la Sawyer from Lost (which I am recently loving, by the way.) It was like...Lost, with a twist of Eat Pray Love thrown in. 

Analyze?