we shed what was left of our summer skin

I don't know what to say or where to start. Right now, I don't know what I'm going to write about, but I feel like I should say something because I haven't written in here for a while. I've had this blog for a year now. Crazy, eh? Time flies. It really does. But I've noticed that history's been repeating itself in my life. I get superstitious about it actually. Like, last year, around this time I started to get depressed I guess you could say, I got sick, and didn't get better until February when I had my tonsils taken out. Around this time, I stopped talking to Ally so much. I don't even know if you would've called us friends. Funny thing is, blogs brought us back together (I guess we were too weak to actually talk to each other in person). Basically, last year, school was horrible. I can honestly say it was the worst year of my life school-wise. But then, I had some really really great and memorable times too, new friends, that stuff. Roman says we were fun when we were miserable. I'm actually excited for school to start (tomorrow) because I know it can't be any worse than last year. I know my classes should be a lot easier. I'm an upperclassmen, that'll be nice, I think. And I'm honestly not too bummed that summer is over. I mean, it was great. Well it was great even though I was sad for quite a bit of it. But I've learned, I've changed. I feel like it's pointless to say when I've changed because I'm ever-changing. We all are. At least I hope. I'm always trying to better myself and learn new things. Each time you see me it's like I'm new and improved. I hope. I'm just feeling really really great lately. For a while, nothing made sense and I was sad for no reason or emotionless and numb and I hated it, but now everything is making sense and laying itself out and I'm just feeling perfect. Not perfect, but close. Summer does that. Realizations on top of realizations, I guess.

I'm sorry that doesn't make sense. That's just how everything came out.

I'll try to make this simple though.
Thank you, Ally, Roman, Zach, Ian, Jon, for making summer what it was. You guys go down as "awesome" in my book. For ever and then some.

dear blog,

I don't know what to tell you. You're boring. I'm not going to leave you or anything, but I just don't know what to write lately. So, if I don't write for a while, I'm sorry. But I will come back to you, because I love you.

Straight Up,
Carly

sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time

I realize I haven't "blogged" in about a week, and that's pretty crazy, for me anyway.
I'm having trouble remembering what happened last week, but let's see...

In no order:

I lifeguarded.

I met a girl who said she could communicate with animals, and that she stabbed her grandma's fish because it called her stupid.

I got shot in the leg (with a BB gun but it still hurt pretty bad).

I got in an intense tennis raquet fight with Sir Hetzel. I'd tell you who won, but I guess you'll have to look at the pictures and figure it out for yourself.

Roman and I went into school and ran around the halls, M:I style. When we drove away we felt like we'd just committed a crime. I don't know if we were supposed to be in there or not, I mean the door was open.

I played in a trailer park during the tornado.

I got croquet-ed to death by Kristin for a movie.

One of my friends had her heart smashed and it killed me to know she was sad and kills me to know she still is.

Last night Matt had his Going Away Party because he's leaving for France for this school year.

This week I tried not to spend any money. I ended up spending only about $10. And I had to, because I had to get sympathy RBF's for Roman.

And yeah. Other stuff. I don't know what's going on. School starts soon. Registration's tomorrow. Eeep!


I had this dream the other night. It lasted about 20 seconds. I was standing in my bathroom, and the sink was overflowing with shoes. I was digging through them looking for a certain pair, then something clicked in my head and I changed my mind about something. And I woke up. And when I tried to open my door, someone had piled a bunch of shoes right in front of it.......

Tell me what that means..

Cause it's gotta mean something.

I mean.. I don't know if you get it or not. I dreamed about a bunch of shoes. And when I woke up, there were all these shoes blocking my door. What is that?!?!?

"didn't you hear? he's scene now"

Basically, yesterday was full of adventures.

And I don't feel like typing.

But let me just say, I like being the type of person who can just... do whatever. Not have plans. And still have a good time. I hate when people need to have a something set to do. Spontaneity is the way to go. Pulling over to chase raccoons- also the way to go.

the world doesn't matter

What is it about rain that I love so much? There's a nice storm right now. I just spent the past fifteen minutes just standing in it. Just me. Singing. And I don't know what it is.. I mean I wouldn't usually go out in the middle of the night just to sing, but when it's raining, it's different. And I'm soaked but I really don't care one bit. I'm wrapped up in a blanket, soaked. What is this? Why am I so happy right now? I couldn't tell you. But I'm just, exactly, happy.

summa-summa-summa funnn

We were saying "Aarrrrgh"

We were pirates

... in a dragon

a sponge never has a bad day

Less than a month 'til summer's over? That's horrible, my friends. But, check it, I'm going to enjoy it to the fullest. Because I want to look back on this summer and think of it as ultra-sweet, if that's alright with you. Big plans. Big plans. Remember what I said about making that list? Well I'm so gonna do it. A list full of awesomeness, if you will. And by next month everything will be checked off. You better believe it.

So, let's talk about my dreams. Am I the only person who digs on telling everyone about their dreams? I don't know. It's just how I roll I guess. Especially when I have a dream where I steal a friend's car just to crash into another friend's car, and hide and drink tea in the backyard of some old lady while I look at her baseball card collection. Besides that one, and two others, I've been having the same dream virtually every night for a little over a week. It's not exactly the same each time but the feeling is. And I want to know what it means.......

i've got a headache like a volcano*

Why do I keep changing my mind?
Because I can
.... (I guess).


*That doesn't make sense, does it?

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et cetera