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Carly L.
06 December 2006 @ 03:13 pm
Okay, favorite show ever? House. House house househousheoushouehoeu.
 
 
Current Mood: contentcontent
Current Music: Some Native American stuff. It's nice.
 
 
Carly L.
05 December 2006 @ 11:05 pm
My body is a temple, but the altar's slowly crumbling.
My body is a temple, but the priests have closed their bibles.
My body is a temple, but the pews are filled with dust.
My body is a temple, but the pages are slowly fading.
My body is a temple, but the words have lost their magic.
My body is a temple, but the townspeople are turning away.
My body is a temple, but I have lost my faith.
 
 
Carly L.
25 November 2006 @ 10:26 pm
You know, I really love ice cream. Like, really love it.

Also, I've forgotten what a Saturday night is, when it's not lathered in barbecue and stress. Tonight I get to find out again. Hooray.
 
 
Current Location: NOT AT WORK
Current Mood: soresore
 
 
Carly L.
14 September 2006 @ 04:41 pm
It's time for a boy.
 
 
Carly L.
04 September 2006 @ 06:40 pm
I have a job. I like it, but apparent I'm not very good at part of it. Specifically, the cashier part.

The first time I cashiered, we ended up being over thirty dollars short.

The second time, it was around... oh, say.. 460 dollars(!!)

And the third time, it was about fifteen dollars.



... On the plus side, I'm rocking a very cool new iPod. Just kidding. Embezzlement is no joke, children.

Oh well. I'm good at the other parts, very good, and the managers like me, so I won't be fired just yet. I'm going in on Wednesday to tell them I'm perfectly fine not working cashier.

In other news, Jessica was an Asian woman named Nakihitchu today, and I was an old granny named Martha. Oh, Francais. You and your projects.
 
 
Current Mood: hungryhungry
Current Music: That one Snow Patrol song.
 
 
 
Carly L.
19 August 2006 @ 12:41 pm
School, school. Wah wah wah. School's fine. I'm not in art this year, which sucks because Mr. Bates is definitely very cool, but I honestly couldn't handle being in "Advanced Painting and Drawing" with other people who aren't very advanced at it. I know that sounds snobbish, but I don't care. Now I'm in Anatomy and Physiology with Mr. Blume, which is good, because if I do decide to go into the medicinal field, I will have some good classes behind my belt.

Professor: "Alright, can anyone identify the ulnar nerve for me?"
Me: "Well, sir, based on my Anatomy and Physiology class, it's located between the humurous bone that you're supposed to color yellow, and the ulna and radius, which you color blue and pink, respectively."

Speaking of careers, I have one. Well, a job, at least. I don't know if you can call a job at Salt Lick a career. I don't think you could major in it, or be taken seriously if you tried to. But I'm a trainee. My first day was yesterday, and it was a medley of different experiences. The actual work part is easy peasy, with just different stuff to memorize, but the hardest part is the people. Everyone's really nice and stuff, but I haven't, you know, joined the club. But whatever. It was only my first day. I need to stop being so sensitive. I'll get their eventually.

Blah blah blah. I like money.
 
 
Carly L.
11 August 2006 @ 02:42 pm
I haven't really posted anything up here of meaning, and I want to do that. Even if I haven't written it, I want something beautiful to go up here.

This is a poem I found in a complilation of works that middle and high-schoolers wrote. My brother was posted in it, but this isn't his.


Feline Reflections
-Jessica Worde

I belonged to a lonely lady
She wrote poems about death
While tanning on the littered apartment roof
In the afternoon’s honeyed UV rays
She hummed arias while showering
Bruce Springstein when vacuuming
Collected lovers as a novelty
Bronzed or very pale
Always quite woozy and useless I thought
She always wore black on Mondays
And would turn all the mirrors in the house towards the wall
Once she broke a mirror with her hands and crammed
The telling shards into an emerald trash bag
She fed me sardines off pizzas she ordered
Then threw up, violently
Bits of food like so many lost friends and hopes
Drowning in the pristine toilet bowl

I came from a terrible man
He grew hideous rhododendrons
In crusty posts on a dilapidated windowsill
Ate packaged byproducts and licked his fingers noiselessly
Or smeared them on the macramé couch
He showered very rarely and worked on a computer
Making loud yelps and groans depending on what the machine did
He slept with his mouth open; funny growling noises rumbled forth
Read artsy sci-fi novels
They teetered in heaps on the filthy floor
He kicked me a lot
But always apologized and fed me some chicken
This man watched TV all the time
Commercials of slender women twirling for diamonds
Orange flowers blossoming for electricity
Children tap-dancing for macaroni
And men off-roading for beer
Then he would turn off the set and try to recapture the beauty of simulated subconscious

I was cat to a little girl
She had beautiful chocolate skin
I would rub against it all the time
In hopes my blanched fur would glean
Some radiant color
Laughing, she said
You again silly cat
And scoop me into her long long arms
She had to get closer to the sun I think
So she would climb trees to their highest
Branches and sit for long sweaty minutes
I followed occasionally and she would say
I’m trying to fly Whiskers so please be very quiet
I need to concentrate
We ate ice cream together
On a square concrete stoop
Icy and sticky and milky as my fur
For a bedtime story her dad would yell at her
That was strange
They must have been sad stories
They made her cry for such a very long time
 
 
Current Mood: relaxedrelaxed
Current Music: Is, My Skin - Andrew Bird
 
 
Carly L.
07 August 2006 @ 09:18 pm
Salad is Dallas spelled backwards, but incorrectly.

Salad is Dallas spelled backwards, where I currently am.

Salad is Dallas spelled backwards, which is currently experiencing rain, which is nice.

Salad is Dallas spelled backwards, and it has the Galleria.

Salad is Dallas spelled backwards, and I don't really like it (Dallas).

Salad is good, especially the crispy chicken style kind.

And there's only eight days left until school.
 
 
Current Location: Salad.
Current Mood: nerdynerdy
Current Music: People talking about feet on TV..?
 
 
Carly L.
22 July 2006 @ 05:07 pm
So this morning was hardcore garage saling, yo. Woke up at 6:30 and saw seven o' clock, which I haven't in about two months.. Had some coffee, went downstairs, and then geared up for a tough morning of battling off other scavengers. I didn't get much, except some Disney movies to relive my childhood with, and a dinosaur figurine. Statue. Action figure thing.

Then we went home and me and my brother watched Alice in Wonderland, which was... interesting. I fell asleep, and woke up about thirty minutes ago.

Since my mom just found seventy dollars worth of Showstopper's gift certificates, I think we're going to go hit that place up tonight. Show them who's boss.

Not.
 
 
Current Mood: groggygroggy
Current Music: Alice in Wonderland stuck in my head.
 
 
Carly L.
21 July 2006 @ 11:39 am
Soo.. My mom, yesterday, in a spit of unresponsibility, left my family a note saying she was heading up to Las Vegas and marrying one of those guys with the tigers.

Not really. She is going to Las Vegas, but not today, and not to marry those tiger guys. Whatever their names are. (Siegfried and Roy, my brother tells me. He's so handy)

Instead, we went and saw Me, You, and Dupree which was... cute. It was mediocre, and maybe a little better than that, except I really don't like Matt Dillon. He's so, "Hey, yeah? Yeah. Yeahhh. Heyy." I don't know. I can't do my impression of him over the internet. But he's too serious with himself. Too intense. (My brother informs me that I just don't like the way he looks or talks. He's so handy)

After that, we went grocery shopping at around midnight, and on an empty stomach, so we ended up with about $180 dollars of stuff we really don't need. Like rice cakes. Orville Redenbacher, you have great marketing skills.

And then I had a dream where I was at a zoo near the cage of this really poisonous, scary-looking snake, and basically everyone I knew was trying to get in, as if they didn't recognize the two horns on top of his head were for general killing and destroying. And also, I was protecting a mouse. Yeah. I also had another part of the dream, but it won't make sense to anyone but Jessica. Oh ho ho.

Um.. I guess that's it.
 
 
Current Mood: amusedamused
Current Music: My brother telling my dog how fat she is.