When The Sky Awakens.

On a day like today, everyone should be outside. Ironic that I am inside as I command all of you to venture outdoors. However, I got a healthy fill of the sunshine over lunch. Emily and I went to Penguin, got some hamburgers, chicken and fries to-go and sat at the park across from school. It was delightful. I would go so far as to say it was fantastic. I wish this weather would last forever. It put me in such a good mood.

I was in such a good mood, I doffed my I-woke-up-late clothes, took a shower, and now I feel twice as good as I did this afternoon with fresh legs and clean face. Life is so much brighter when the sun is out.


"That does not make me a beach."
Carmen.

Fortune Cookie Always Wrong

I have never really appreciated the sweet and sour of sweet and sour chicken until today. It's a refreshing alternative to my usual sesame chicken (which is scrumptious). What is also refreshing is only paying 5.50 for this meal. Now that is what I call scrumptious.

I finished a book today. Extremely British and very worth my 79 cents. This book also made me appreciate the hair that I have.

Easter. Church was awesome. I ate a years worth of chocolate and I'll be lucky I don't swing over the 700lb. marker from all the junk I consumed.

I always complain/update my school situation so here it goes: this week appears to be okay. There isn't anything major I need to be worrying about and I got an A on my math lab today (which makes me feel a little better about failing my last lab). Tomorrow I'm a little more ready for school than usual. I mean, there isn't anything due so maybe it can be a chill school day. Hopefully.


Carmen.

Snowballs Are Not Fun.

"Many lines of evidence support a theory that the entire Earth was ice-covered for long periods 600-700 million years ago. Each glacial period lasted for millions of years and ended violently under extreme greenhouse conditions. These climate shocks triggered the evolution of multicellular animal life, and challenge long-held assumptions regarding the limits of global change."

Uh...? What?

Snowball Earth. Evidently, at one point the earth was... a snowball. I have to read a 17 page paper about this theory for my geology class and my teacher expects me to understand it. Natural remnant magnetization? I should be flattered. I mean, she thinks I'm smart enough to understand this and, to be honest, generally I do. I get the concept and what happens-- but there are so many words. I've seen maybe two words with one syllable.

Something I have noticed throughout this paper is that scientists have extremely complicated names. Much too complicated. Kirschvink, Schrag, Mikhail Budyko, Sohl. On a couple of occasions I've mistaken Kirschvink as a scientific term. Imagine my shock and the clarity of this paper when I figured out Kirschvink is a person, not volcanic carbon dioxide emissions.


Carmen.

ps I'm in the computer lab at school and the guy next to me is looking at porn, just so you know.

Maybe pointless.

I have 9 holes in my head. To be more specific, in my ears, not including those two holes God put there to begin with. Well, I've barely had any issues with them. Sometimes though when I wake up in the mornings my right ear will be sore--not the entire ear but my uppermost cartilage. I'm almost positive I don't sleep on it the wrong way since I sleep the same way every night-- and this doesn't happen all the time. So, I'm kind of thinking that during the night I will mess with it while I'm sleeping.

Honey bunches of oats is one of my favorite cereals. It combines the perfect amounts of crunch and sweetness and grown-up-ness. It's just excellent.

I found the building that I want my dream house to look like.

Tomorrow I don't have to go to work and I don't have school. I almost don't know what to do with myself. I think I might sleep in. I'm planning on cleaning my car. I should study. I need to do laundry or I won't be showering and end up walking around in man-pants and a hoodie. I hope I'll be going to see As Cities Burn-- I think it might be sold out.

The Office. I miss it.


Your emotional nature is sensitive and strong.
Carmen.

A Photo is Worth a Thousand Words

Maybe they'll speak for themselves.

Bang. Bang.

Since I'm exhausted in more ways than one, I think I'll do another bullet-point! recap of the end of spring break.

• The beach was amazing. It's too bad I'm summing it all up in a couple of sentences. Maybe one day I'll elaborate. The most important words would be cloudy, shark teeth, dingle berries, demons, candy and vans, seagulls, freezing, nuttin' butt horseplay, and fun.
• Finally got a chance to drive my car on Saturday. That was delightful. We also experienced a classic thunderstorm, which would've been more excellent if I weren't stuck at work all night.
• Church. I like it a lot. Got to meet with my small group tonight and I believe I will like almost all of those ladies. The leader is quirky in an unusually good way. Even better, I think it'll be good for me.
• School starts tomorrow. I hate to end these bullets on a negative note but school is definitely not a positive one. I desperately, literally, actually, and figuratively don't want to go. I've never hated school as much as I do at this time. When did this happen? Normally school was a haze of automatic actions and involuntary thought-- I never processed all the bad things because than that would've put me in the situation I'm in right now-- and now I don't want to go. I used to like school in an odd sort of way.

Good night my friends. I hope there is blissful sleep to everyone and that your dreams are covered in floating islands, shining stars and flying to your next adventure.

Is it possible to get stuck in a dream? in hopes of getting out of school?

Carmen.

Happiness is a warm engine.

Bullet points!

• Finally got my car. It's got some issues-- but we'll try to resolve them. I can't wait to name it though. I think it's a boy.
• Leaving for the beach in 8 hours and I still need to shave. I don't even know if it'll be warm enough to get into the water. But who cares, it's the beach.
• Again, I'm talking about the car. Just to let the world know I love it already. It has an awkward locking thing going on and the gas needle is a little screwy-- actually, a lot screwy (this goes under the "issues" category of bullet point #1).
• I'm going to start volunteering at church and I can't wait! Who knew that 6am on Sunday will be the most exciting part of the week? Small group starts on Sunday, too. Good things come to those who wait.
• I feel like a terrible person because I'm not going to finish my math homework.

That's enough bullet pointing for now.

Carmen.

It's '09 not '07!

Well, that whole car thing is definitely causing lots of trouble. Monday was supposed to be the day I got it, Tuesday was the next day I was supposed to get it-- now, it seems I won't be getting it until Friday.

Paperwork is the product of the devil. Why is that? Because, currently, I own the car I just can't drive it.

I put a number on a check that is way more than I have ever put on any piece of paper and in return I get a piece of metal that is smaller than my cell phone. That piece of metal was great while it lasted. It was kind of bent out of shape, like the car, and fit in my hand like it was made for me. Even though I had the key, I couldn't drive it because I needed tags and proof that the car was allowed on the road.

I'm with my mom--because, to be honest, I can't do anything without her. It would've been a lot scarier giving that much money to these people if mom hadn't given the thumbs up--and we go to this hole in the wall where I'm supposed to pay more money to get another piece of metal and a piece of paper. I'm waiting with Mom for an hour and a half. There are a lot of interesting people the state will allow to drive, by the way; I think I was the only normal person in that building and that's saying a lot since I'm not really normal. Yes! We get to the counter. The woman has beady eyes, a hair cut that one only sees on older ladies and these glasses that were frightening. We give her papers and she has this look of horror, but doesn't say anything is wrong. She just cringes at the papers and there's a lot of silence. "Is there something wrong?" Mom asks after this woman contorts her face in three other configurations. "Yeah. Blah blah blah." It amazes me how this woman thinks I understand what she's talking about. The woman takes the papers to someone else and after 10 minutes she comes back to tell us she can't take the papers because the date of expiration on one of the papers looks like 2007 and not 2009.

Maybe I'm bias, but when the areas of writing on a piece of paper isn't any bigger than an eighth of an inch the differentiation between a 7 and a 9 is tough. However, there are ways to tell that it is a 9. First thing, 7's don't normally have a hump. Plus, it wouldn't make sense for the person to write 2007. It's just not logical. Why would they do that? It's a waste of time for everyone involved.

So, after standing in line, not getting that metal, going back to Amity to relay to them the entire story as to why we couldn't register the car, I then had to return the key that I rightfully paid for! Now, we can't get back to the hole in the wall until possibly Friday.

And that was my day. Well, not the entire day-- the last half I spent being emo, in my room with the lights off, listening to oldies and eating Easter candy. Oldies didn't really fit the mood-- sometimes there are the I am a rock/Cathy's clown/there goes my baby oldies, but yesterday all they played were she loves me/it's rainin men/sh-boom oldies.

Today is less eventful, I have to work with a 40% chance of rain.


And that's why they call it the blues.
Carmen.

What Rocks Think About

To be perfectly honest, I have no desire to write on this thing-- but I'm going to anyway. Maybe it's because nothing of interest has happened the past couple of days.

The car. Maybe it's more trouble than it's worth. I wasn't able to get it yesterday because of paperwork issues. Supposedly I'll be getting it today.

And that's all I have to say. Normally I could go on and on about nothing but today is different. I'm not feeling especially clever.


Carmen.

Hello? This is Cancun.

Spring break is something I've been looking forward to since, well, last spring break. It's not because I do anything especially amazing, it just rolls around the exact time I start slacking off. It's a week of boost and sleeping in and being kind of lazy. This spring break is going to be different though. This spring break is going to be busy. Tomorrow I will be purchasing my vehicle, Tuesday I will be putting the finishing touches on the car thing, Wednesday I will work, Thursday I will work, Friday I will be going to the beach, Saturday I will be working, and Sunday is church.

Oh, did I forget to mention that I will definitely have a car? It has air conditioning and wheels-- what more could I want? The world seems like a better place when one has a vehicle.

Harvard. Is. Good. I'm not speaking of the school, although I have heard it's pretty good, too, but Harvard the band. I saw them at Amos' and they have a great sound. I would suggest everyone support them. Amos' in general, I don't like. It's so clean. Tremont is the best. I like the dirty, security, emo type places.

Hah. I just bought emo/skinny jeans for 7 dolla. I know you are imagining me in skinny jeans and you're probably laughing, but I don't care. They are amazing. I understand why people wear them. Hah. They make me feel dumb but in the best kind of ways. They're great. I don't see how people can feel depressed wearing these pants-- they hold a power that I've never experienced.

I think this might be the longest period of time I've gone without blogging. It might be because I've finally started writing again. I'll end up getting bursts of inspiration and this causes me to neglect my poor blog and focus all my writing time on Microsoft Word.

This is a party without the people.
This is a show without the sounds.

Chad keeps turning down the idea of going to church. It makes me kind of sad. This "My Generation" thing has hit me hard and I can't let Chad not be apart of this generation. How can you start a new way of thinking when one has been thinking the same way for so long?


Carmen.

Hum a Tune.

If anyone wants to fill up on good music, I would suggest listening to Train-- the self titled CD. I find, that in times of 'rock out' need, I can plug them in and have myself a grand ol' time. Since I'm talking about them, I'll talk about them a little more. I remember the first song that I fell in love with, "Meet Virginia". I love Eggplant. The next song to love by Train was "Drops of Jupiter". Their music is just amazing.

More good music? Third Eye Blind. Good stuff. One of my favorite bands. I like their stuff because I imagine it's the kind that people remember. I mean, screamo isn't going to be the thing that people will listen to years from now, but Third Eye Blind is potentially potential classic.

Road trip music is another favorite. This includes Billy Joel, Phil Collins, Elton John-- good music.

I don't care what anyone says-- I love John Mayer. Not enough people play acoustic. I can tell you where I was and what state I was in when I first heard No Such Thing. Myles Palmquist knows how to handle a guitar as well-- but not for everything.

Coldplay is something I enjoy-- but only the older stuff. Parachutes. New=Crap.

Celtic music is off the chain. Tin whistles and bag pipes are the ingredients to a good time. Enya is something to keep in mind.

Dashboard Confessional, I believe, will still be a favorite in years to come. I enjoy their sound probably a lot more than I should.

Coheed and Cambria and Imogen Heap are amazing because they have a different sound.

Haste The Day and Norma Jean is nice for a hardcore mood.

Copeland, The Hush Sound, and Paulson are good'ns.

Eurythmics.

Musicals are amazing. Maybe it's just the theatre inside of me, but I love them.

Dr. Feelgood. I like only a couple of those songs.

Did I mention Train? Because the more I listen to them, the more I love them. They deserve to be listed twice.

Hold up my wings cause you are the sky
Paint me by numbers and don't ask me why
I am in bloom and you are perfume
And you are perfume and you are

I've always had a thing for Jim Croce since I was young. It all started with that cassette tape. Bad, Bad, Leroy Brown. Time in a Bottle. Good Morning America How Are You. Don't Mess Around With Jim. Goodness, I love him.

Music in general is pretty great. I love Louis Armstrong, Miles Davis, The Sound of Animals Fighting, and everything in between.


My body is your body. I won't tell anybody. If you want to use my body, go for it, yeah. --We Are Scientists
Carmen.

Slacker 101

It's a brand new month, with a brand new week, and I'm starting it by not going to class. It's not of my own decision. Sometimes I'm pretty sure that cars have minds of their own. They toss around toxic fumes which end up affecting the outcome of not just the air I breathe, but my entire life. If the car doesn't want to start, than I can't want to go to class. This was the cars mood this morning. Or, it might be my Dad's mood-- he was the one who didn't give up the key to the car.

I'm glad I don't have to go to class. I haven't missed one. It's only math. This way I can sleep, do the homework I've been putting off since the beginning of the semester, clean my room (which looks like a laundromat blew up), actually do some laundry, watch a movie, figure out my finances and everything else I haven't felt like doing.

Although I am a little depressed about not attending class; my hair looks especially amazing.

Money sucks.


Carmen.

You smell those three armys of one?

Currently Listening to: Chiodos; All's Well That Ends Well

Sometimes I spray some type of perfume/anything that smells good into my hair. I'm not really sure why I started doing this. Good smelling hair is better than bad smelling hair, my psyche thought. But I realized I like doing it for the following reasons: A. Whenever I turn my head or fix my hair, I can smell goodness. Usually I forget that I did this and think "man, someone smells good" and then realize it was me :) 2. It is one of the greatest compliments. Whoever I hug will inevitably smell my hair and when other people know my hair smells good, it makes me feel like I smell good. But not overpowering. Sometimes a girl will walk by and you smell her. I like sharing my smell only with those I allow close enough to hug me. Just two things I learned I like about smelly hair.

Grouplink! Today was the day to find a small group. I don't like doing this. There are so many people, only a limited number of people in a certain group, not enough groups that meet on good nights-- but once I put my name on the list and Sarah said, "I'll call you to let you know if we'll be meeting this Sunday or the next" I immediately felt relief. All I have to do is show up. I'm excited.


I will be able to sleep at night.
Carmen.