This journal is kind of a joke.
I don't even think my user name applies anymore.
I like the way things are.

it's nearly spring (or the fake spring. i can't quite tell.) and tonight i think the pine trees are greener than they've ever been. i know the streetlights are hotter than they were yesterday because now they'll have to melt the snow, letting the extra sunlight clear my path home as i brave the too cool breeze in my thin sweater, little shoes and ( Read more... )

I never fully realized the power of perspective until the past week or so. We are so moulded by our circumstances ( Read more... )

I have never posted a drunken livejournal entry before, but I think this will be a good place to sart. I have just gotten back from an underage tour of campus with my friends from teh faculty of architecture, and might I add that campus is much more fun when you are full of beer.

I'm listening to Ben Kweller's new CD and it is tearing me up inside ( Read more... )

So.
Journalism? It's about people, apparently.
And I like people. Thus, I must like journalism.
I finally got to do an interview.
I like to talk.

I may be going out on a limb here, but hear me out:

I think my inability to love might stem from when I was little and got told that it was inappropriate to sign my valentines "love Carly."

If that's not logical, I don't know what is.

The chalky substance in my kettle is in fact lime.
Lime, people.
What's lime disease?
Can I get lime disease from a kettle?
How does one rid one's life of lime?

Why do I care?

Nothing comes easily here. Sometimes that's fine, but then there are days where I just need a good friend and maybe some nice tea. I can't even make tea properly because my mugs are too small and my kettle is growing some sort of chalky substance on the inside ( Read more... )

I'm here to start giving thanks prematurely ( Read more... )