Remember when I used to blog?

Annnd...update.

Because honestly, when I try to come up with deep, meaningful things to say, I feel like I end up sounding really self-important. Some people pull it off beautifully, and sometimes I try, but not today. Today I just want to tell you about what I'm doing. Since you've probably been wondering what my life is like.

I wake up really early, which is nice. I get a lot of things done, which is weird.

Things About Snow College That They Won't Tell You At Orientation.

-The rugs in front of the doors at Snow are super awesome. I don't know why they feel great underneath my feet. But they do. And I'm being totally serious and literal. Not just... "they feel great underneath my feet because I am exactly where I am supposed to be right now."

-The bathroom on the bottom floor of the Science Building is about the size of a postage stamp, and it's super creepy.

-Also in the Science Building, there's this hallway. I like to call it, "Human Disease: An Art Gallery", or "The Hallway of Nasty", or "Hallway of Human Suffering". Avoid it. It's full of student-made posters outlining different sicknesses and diseases, complete with several pictures on each poster. Just...avoid it.

I'm all out of words. Until the next post!

this is a test.

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.

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?

ridiculous.

Things about myself that drive me crazy:

-When I can't remember where I put something. Like my wallet. Or a twenty dollar bill. Or actually, my wallet with a twenty dollar bill inside of it.

-When I get irrationally jealous/irritated/annoyed of/about/with something that shouldn't even bug me.

-When I get irrationally jealous/irritated/annoyed of/about/with something that shouldn't even bug me.






-When I get irrationally jealous/irritated/annoyed of/about/with something that shouldn't even bug me.

Bah.

The fifth of May, a happy day.

Did you like that rhyming title? I'm just clever, I know.

This is one of those posts where I don't plan what I'm going to say beforehand. I usually don't really..."plan"...like I never sit down and make an outline or anything. But usually I have some idea of what I want to say to the world. (Or rather, 66 people in the world...if you were the only people in the world, I would probably give up on...everything, and start resigning myself to a life of insanity in which I live in my virtual world on the computer. [But we would all have to be friends on facebook.] )

A'hem.


By the way, you 66? I really love you guys. It feels good to be followed. (That was possibly one of the weirdest/most contradictory things I've ever said [er...written. Blogged? Announced, that's a good word.] But really, you guys make me happy.)


Speaking of being happy...


did I mention that that is what I am?


I'm happy.


Life is so good. 


My AP Lit test was today. It's all over. My three essays are written and I totally spanked the multiple choice section. (Um...no. That was sarcasm. But I think I did alright.)


I made plans to spend time with my best friend on Saturday night. He's probably the greatest person ever. Sidewalk chalk adventures are in the works. 


I just read a bunch of notes I have acquired throughout my high school and junior high years. The way we carried on about boys is beyond my comprehension. (Oh, who am I kidding. We still carry on about boys in a ridiculous fashion.)



My love for several childhood television shows and movies has been spontaneously revived. Arthur really was the best. 


I'm happy. 


I hope you are, too. 
If not, go watch this video:






:)

I like you.

Yes,

you. 

hello, my favorite followers.

Have you missed me? Because I've missed you.

I'm sorry about the extended break I've been taking, but the end of senior year is a bit tiring. (read: SUPER STRESSFUL.)

It's a good thing that musical I was in is over, and my online classes are finished. I just need to prepare for those AP tests, and then my life might slow down, at least for a brief time.

Let me just say:

I have several drafts saved in my "Edit Posts" tab, and each one starts with a small, random sentence, and then...nothing. I just haven't had anything to say to the world. Plenty of things have happened, but I just haven't really been sure how to approach them in a blogging sense. Because, after all, this is a slightly more public venue. (even though not everyone in the world reads the good ol' blog. Thank you, dear followers, for being those who do. It means a lot. Even though I'm slacking in my posts.)




Anyway.


I miss you.  

six - a day in the life (specifically, this day in my life.)

This is probably way too detailed. Whatever.

a-ridiculously-early-hour-of-the-morning-sometime-around-3:30: Wake up on my favorite couch with my knee completely cramped into a bent position and screaming in protest whenever I try to straighten it. Gingerly limp to my bedroom and resume sleep.
5:15AM: Wake up for real this time.
5:30: Actually get up.
5:45: Enter bathroom, shielding my eyes from the light which seems to enjoy making my head hurt.
6:00: Make sure I'm fully clothed (please note: makeup/hair/any form of making myself look put-together=non-existent.)
6:08: Speed to attendance school.
6:12: Make it with 3 minutes to spare.
6:15: Make a face at Mr. Farr.
6:30: Promptly fall asleep.
6:50: Wake up to find the girls sitting in front of me turned around, looking at me, and whispering/giggling. Give a jaunty wave, a smile, and then remember the giant red dot on my chin that I didn't bother to cover-up. Wave anyways.
7:10: Fall asleep again.
7:15: Free at last. Walk out to the parking lot. Notice/try to pretend not to notice a certain car next to mine. Speed home to make myself look presentable.
7:45: School starts, but I'm still at home, eating toast/forgetting things/trying to remember what I know I forgot.
8:20: Arrive to first period, late again, and feeling somewhat satisfied with my now non-hobo-like appearance.
8:30: Have a lovely discussion about lovely poems.
8:45: Hack up a lung and make several trips to the tissue box.
9:05: Walk to second period, or rather, the we-do-nothing-in-here class.
9:08: Wave at several people, and wink at others.
9:10-10:40: Read blogs, write on my blog, edit posts, listen to music, want crackers, remember my lunch is far away in my locker across the wide expanse of school, look forward to third period, spin my chair around, look out the window and think to myself, "Hey, it looks so sunny and warm out there. Good thing I know that it's secretly a frozen tundra."
10:42: Escape the computer lab and proceed to third period. Critique and discuss photography for an hour. Play with camera. Enjoy myself immensely.
12:10: Lunchtime. Spot certain faces in the crowd, eat my peanut butter crackers, sing in German.
12:54: Fourth period. Take practice AP Music Theory test. Realize that I have no chance of passing it. Make a mental note to not be stupid.
1:15: Wink at that person over there.
1:45: Become better friends with the tissue box.
2:15: Thank goodness school is over.
2:30: Wait around in the choir room with the tenor section. Madness ensues, involving a rodent and a cardboard box.
2:50: Andrew comes to get me and Sierra and I get some senior pictures taken in the bitter cold.
4:10: Andrew locks keys in car, and we wait 20 minutes for a backup key.
4:30: Hands are frozen and dead-looking.
5:00: Hands still frozen, but look more life-like.
5:18: Sit in Sierra's house without Sierra, eating popcorn.
5:30: Home again. Do some chores. Still not completely warm.
6:00: Play tunes on the piano, specifically music from Pride and Prejudice movies.
6:15: Send dorky/flirty/funny/random texts to some people.
6:30: Listen to siblings sing the same line from the same Justin Bieber song over and over and over and over again and again and again...
7:20: Eat a delicious new recipe that my mom made. Discover that creamed spinach isn't bad at all.
8:00: Online classes and some facebook stalking.
9:30: Chips and salsa? Yes.
10:20: Jammin' with my brother. We really know how to harmonize.
11:00: Love when I find texts on my phone after leaving it upstairs for awhile.
11:08: This is now. This is it.

(Most boring, mundane post ever?)

But today was still great.

four - what you ate today

What if I tell you what I didn't eat today?

What I ate is boring. And probably unhealthy.

I didn't eat any peanut butter, (which is weird, because I usually do)

and I didn't eat any snails (which is not weird, because I never do).

quirk

I harmonize with the radio.
And my iPod.
And anything I listen to,
almost always.

A few of my favorites: (or rather, a few songs/artists in which I have practiced my harmonies...yes, I have practiced. I do it automatically, ok?)
"Us", by Regina Spektor. It's quite a duet. You should hear it sometime.
Anything by Ingrid Michaelson. Anything.
"Scenic World," by Beirut
Mozart Requiem
"I'll Be With You in Apple Blossom Time", by The Andrews Sisters
"What Dreams Are Made Of", by Lizzie McGuire
"Unwritten", by Natasha Bedingfield
"The Tide Is High", by Atomic Kitten
"Talk of the Town", by Jack Johnson

Everything. I sing really loud in the car, too.

time.

It comes, leaves a memory, and then flies away quickly; I am unable to catch it and save it in a jar, poking holes through the lid to give it oxygen. 

I can't set it on my shelf and look at it, waiting for it to move or try to escape. It merely comes when it chooses, giving me an hour here, a few minutes there. 

I laugh with time; I flirt with time. I lose track of it, another quality that makes it impossible to capture and protect. I am constantly running out of it; my supply runs dry and life gets harder. It's like... a best friend who I haven't seen for a week or two, or when I go a whole day without seeing my baby brother.


Do you have any time on your hands? And if you do, would you lend me some?

via

extra, extra.

Nan Lawson. Look her up. I love these prints so much.

greenweddingshoes.com

http://www.etsy.com/shop/nanlawson

Love.

discoveries and growing older.

I am myself.  I love being myself.

Senior Year is an interesting time. It is a time to enjoy. I have my friends; it is no longer my main priority to find people that I connect with. I already have strong connections. I'm making them stronger every day.

However.
That doesn't mean I can't make new friends.
There are sophomores to smile at! Juniors to become acquainted with! Seniors to become reacquainted with!


I love it. I don't have to pretend to be anyone, anything, or any other person.

I'm just me.

I'm just myself.

via

So...

what am I supposed to think?

check this out

So. Once upon a time, Carlie created a blog. She never updated it, but it still sat on her dashboard, waiting to be looked at, redesigned, perhaps revived. So she decided to go for it, and make it something completely different.

HOWEVER.

She already had a blog, which she loved quite a lot.

"What if," she wondered, "I had two blogs?"

Interesting idea, no?

So. Here's the other blog.

http://chickadeedreambox.blogspot.com/

It will be different.

It will be interesting.

It will be an adventure.

It will (hopefully) last.

current obsession[stop motion]

The lovely Alison Sudol, of Fine Frenzy fame.

I met her once.

Stop motion...fascinates me. Once I start watching, I just can't look away. So many pictures to make a one minute video...but it's so beautiful when it's done! Ah.

This video* is true love.

It has such an Alice in Wonderland feel to it -
whimsical and pretty.

*PLEASE click on over to

YouTube to watch this so it isn't cut off.

You'll miss the deliciousness of the video if you don't.

{Update!! The new layout no longer cuts off videos that I post...so, feel free to stick around and watch it here!}

parenthetical overkill, weather worries, and fiery lullabies

So...here's the scoop.

You may have noticed (unless you live elsewhere) that the weather has not be very favorable as of late.

No, indeed.

(And this is the part where I interrupt my own post for a random and slightly worrisome thought--I talk about the weather...a lot. Isn't weather usually considered a last resort as far as conversation goes? Isn't it that kind of topic that goes hand in hand with visions of awkward chats and silences? Is it the sort of thing that equals awkwardness in face to face conversation, but doesn't apply in the blogosphere? I'm just sayin'...am I boring you all ((all six of you, anyways)) with my random, nonsensical, and oftentimes exaggerated sentences about...weather? If so, please feel free to say something...but I'll probably still talk about the stormy skies...)

Anyways, back to the weather outside. It's a bit frightful, you might say. And I, unfortunately, do not have a fireplace in my abode.

BUT. That doesn't stop me.

This Christmas, my angel mother gave my father a DVD. But not just any DVD. We got plenty of movies, oh yes, but none quite so...useful, shall we say, as this particular DVD.

It's a virtual fireplace.

I know. Fantastic, right? Of course right. On Sunday night (after watching another excellent dvd - The Young Victoria ((post about this movie to come soon!!!)) ) I brought the virtual fireplace dvd into my room, plugged it in, watched the flames flicker across the walls, and listened to the virtual embers pop and smolder. Best lullaby I've ever encountered, and I swear the room was warmer, in spite of the frightful weather.

Post concluded.

it's over!

I need a balloon.

Also, the Up Movie Theme sheet music? Pure deliciousness.

brief hiatus

With delicious springtime comes not so yummy schoolwork. AP testing is looming directly above my head, and I probably won't be back here for a few days. But, here are some tasty pictures for the time being. I took them myself. I like them. I like you. I like him. But I don't really like tests. There are better things. Like parasols.