as far as i can tell...

...miad's purty dern sweet. i'm sitting in my graphic design class right now and i have a henna tattoo of an apple core (with the word "core" underneath) on my forearm. and i painted a b&w acrylic self port this morning. yeah, it's kinda not good but it was my first painting endeavor.. ever.. aside from art one and elementary school watercolors. and, speaking of firsts, i had my first starbuck's experience last night fo' free (sean lost a bet). it was a caramel frap and i believe seanster drank most of it. so there's this guy anthony that we've been hanging out with who's from ny, and i like to pretend he doesn't know things, like "that's a stoplight. do you have those in new york?" and he tends to play along. saturday night we were at mocha, and he looked at the menu, walked back to the couch and said "they have these things called cups of.. ky-no... what is that?" (cup of ky-no = cappuccino). and see, everyone's pretty sweet. and what else is sweet? the dorms. the ceilings are approximately, i'd say, about 30,000 feet tall.. give or take a few. but really i have to climb up onto my drawing table and even then i have to stretch to get into bed. my roomie amber and i are too lazy to get out of bed to turn the lights off so she found this big metal pole, and i'm on pole patrol, meaning at "lights out!" i have to kneel on my bed and turn off the lightswitch with the pole (genius!). also, about the dorms, there are huge windows at bed level that look into the next room. luckily, it's not on my side, because i would be very creeped out if i woke up and the first thing i saw was someone a foot away from my sleeping in a different room. and, more sweet? the attic. and.. not sweet? the girl who took fo-ev in the show this morn. but... back to sweetness.. how about a nice pear italian soda?

you know what? how about this?

sweet-
the cardboard bear costume in the attic, calls from austypoo, the "photobooth" which is really just a cabinet, the grandma glasses that jayde gave me, entertainment weekly, mello yellemonade, my new(ish) camera, being seventeen, the applecore gang, sean's anchor (henna) tat, pingpong, milwauk, miad, amber, erika, tony, sean, anthony, remy.. and more i'm sure. oh yeah! chinese food!

not sweet-
i stubbed my toe

hey world

Not meaning to sound too sappy, but I felt perfect the other day. Wednesday maybe. I just felt like every single little thing was perfect. And I was everything I wanted to be, at that moment.

Staff orientation for camp was not too shabby. Not at all really. I met some purty amazing people. Like real amazing and I'm glad I'll see most of them again this summer. And the ones I'm not working with, I'll see somehow fersherrr.

So today's my golden birthday, and for the record, Colin was the first one to hope it was happy. Then Ally called, and 1-800-MIX-A-LOT, and my mom, Quinn, then Austypooooo, and Jack. It's dumb I had to pull out a calendar and try to charade to my family what today is.

Around 2 peem, I'm leaving for MIAD for two weeks. Painting and computer art. And hopefully good times, and summerfest, and sweet dudes, and meeting up with friends in the villa of Milwaukee.


Yeah Yeah. Things are cool.

And for the rec, Austypoo and Jayde are two of my fav-o-rites.

does that make me crazy?

It's only been summer for a day or two, and already I've watched my bro graduate, been a part of the biggest game of CapFlag ever played, started a band, been forced out of the park since it was past eleven, spent way too much time at Perkins, stolen (but not really) a car, looked at the stars, slept a mega-ton, went on a picture frame hunt, hXc swing...ed, been the middle of a hammock sandwich, and started a band where all we do is drum our stomachs and cheeks and beatbox.

Tomorrow (today) is Jack's grad party.

I work Saturday.

And I leave Sunday and don't really come back for three weeks.

My summer vacation is a deportation.

And my birthday is the seventeenth.


bucket

quick correction

follies was real real fun. i only tried to quit to see if kate would freak out, and she did. she yelled at me in the makeup room, but i think she knew i was kidding, in which case, she was kidding too.

i went from wearing bright red lipstick and a short dress to gay clothes and facial hair.

the seniors did their shpiels. some of 'em cried... of course. betsy: "next year, you'll be a senior, and we'll have to cry about it." me: "yeah. let's not think about that."

kyra and i made our showly cake. this one just said "nipple." we're getting less and less creative. i dropped the fork i was using to feed everyone, so they had no choice but to dig in with their faces. and i had no choice but to cake many, if not all, of those faces.

then i showered in the sink with baby shampoo.

amblah and i ran to the lighthouse again.

at perkins, i started crying without even knowing it because someone brought up my brother moving out. i was full of energy and eating friendship pie and i really didn't mean to.
i-forgot-who: "carly, are you crying?"
me: "i don't knoooow!" but i was. my right eye, at least. and i hid my face under the table until i could sit back up again.

then k-bot, f-dog, and i roamed around town til 1 and called it a night.

i am a lampshade..

and I drove to a different town just to let Kyra drive my car tonight.

and tried to quit follies about five times.

ooooooooooooo

i think the minute school ends next week, i'm gonna write a song about summer. or a rap, at least. and then i'm gonna find a pool so i can swiiiiim.