Dirty Pretty Things

12:19AM - Smoke and mirrors

...and then I was gone

2:16PM - Happy Resurrection of Christ Day.

love, carly

11:36PM

My sexual slave in Orlando just saved my non-music situation. Thank-you Brian. You truly are hott in every sense of the word.

Partay time. But I'll leave you with this thought:

moped cowboy: more food should be like pickles...Pickles only get more pickeled over time!

6:39PM

I just thought about all my sweet music that I am not listening to...and I got real sad.

12:43PM - Who is now a Studio Art Minor?

Um.. I AM!

With my emphasis in Photography. Well, I'm off to the Music building to practice.

10:07PM - LAUNDRY TIME!

( One more cos el jay cuts make me hott in the pantalones. )

11:19AM - ATTENTION!

Everybody wants it...some more than others.

( A notice for the morning: )

( This is interesting. )

2:08PM - Spring is here. Adore my creaminess when I start sporting the skirts.

Oh my dear gosh!

NO ONE CARES!!!

[Writer's Note: This is not an ambiguous statement, rather only tiny minority of you will understand the context of the sentence.]

Anyway, I LOVE my new Sondheim piece for voice. It's jazzy, languid, and while it's still in the soprano range, it's HOTT!

( Autobiography, Ashley S. style )

9:30PM - That's a mouthful.

I just Googled Google and got this:

http://www.google-watch.org/

1:35PM - More thoughts...

Some equations to mull over that have absolutely nothing to do with mathematics:

North Carolina = Complete CD collection AND sheet music missing.

Tallahassee weather = Disgusting.

Bike in Tallahassee = Death Wish.

Self absorbed people who just don't get it = NO ONE CARES

Can of Albertson's "Cream-Style" Corn = Best gift EVER,

Time = Not on my side.

Peace.

1:02AM

Well, speak of the devil, I had a "Voice Workshop" in Acting tonight. Ooo, and improv and an unprepared-looking scene. Michael showed me the scene he wrote for me, Sierra, and John. It's cute. No deep material or anything. A short glimpse from a romantic comedy perhaps? Maybe a cute teen movie? At any rate, Michael said it was a quick write for him, because he knows me so well and could kind of base the scene on my character and personality. Anyway, class sucked as per usual. We had to do this class improv where everyone was some abstract idea or emotion or whatever.

Mine? Isolation. I went into the kitchen and sat there until it was over. And yes, it worked.

I haven't finished my Spanish homework or read 1-55 of Islam and War. PROCRASTINATION. Speaking of that, I wonder how far along Kat is on her paper...

like axl rose (11:20:17 PM): dude at that party i went to the other night
like axl rose (11:20:42 PM): i was talking to this girl and she was telling me how she met some really creepy guy earlier and really wanted to leave
like axl rose (11:20:48 PM): me: was his name ryan?
like axl rose (11:20:51 PM): her: omg yes.

Anyway, I love my new friend Jeremy. He is effing hilarious! I talked to him for a long time tonight and couldn't stop laughing. Strangely enough, he reminds me of Brian. Brian now believes he's being replaced. Oh, but who could replace that adorable Bee? Anyway, Jeremy and I are hanging out on Wednesday for some more fun times. Only this time, I'll be completely unintoxicated. I can't really remember if he's cute or not. Oh man. Good times...or something.

like axl rose (1:01:30 AM): he wants you
KisssKissBang (1:01:33 AM): hah
KisssKissBang (1:01:36 AM): well
KisssKissBang (1:01:40 AM): WHO DOESN'T
like axl rose (1:01:56 AM): hmm.
like axl rose (1:01:58 AM): good point.

1:57PM - Are you for really?

I'm going back to my roots and doing a real update on my life, since you know you're all interested and I'm sarcastic enough to say that.

After I got back home from Spring Break last week, I tried to get into the swing of things by actually doing my homework. And you know, it really works. Monday night acting was excrutiatingly boring. I am not a very elite person, even if I pretend to be, but this stuff is so basic and boring and trite to me that I can not possibly stand it. We were doing movement. Fucking movement. Something I really just don't get into very much. Lots of abstract pretending with objectives, etc. I had a Movement Viewpoints class which I loathed during my senior year at FAU. Even my teacher whom I later had in Acting II could tell. It wasn't that I wouldn't participate, I just didn't get into it like some people. Of course, I later had Voice for the Actor with Bridgett. Some of the choice moments in the class included:

"Now you're an animal. Any animal. Prowl the floor as your animal. Move like your animal. Be your animal...."

"...there's a little trampoline in your abdomen and a little person is jumping up and down on it...."

"..Dude, you can't swallow your tongue. It's impossible!" "No. It happened to my cousin's friend. She choaked on her on tongue. It's possible!" "No way. You have a gag reflex. It can't happen...."
(The conversation had between Ed and Christina while we were all supposed to be looking at our tongues in the dance studio mirrors).

( And so it goes... )

11:19PM

"She's doing the best that she can trying to speak to my dad," in the footage, Schindler, a high school science teacher, told Moran. "I urge you, in fact I am begging you to at least listen to these videos of my sister communicating with my father."

"I am happy to take a look at that," Moran replied. "But my greater concern is not with the immediate facts of this case as much as it is the precedent, of overruling the state courts, of politicizing a tragic family situation."

Exactly.

Most likely, this woman is a complete vegetable. Her brain allows her to biologically give natural responses and reactions to stimulus, but no one is driving the damn car up there. Honestly, the reason she is in this state to begin with is because her heart stopped temporarily fifteen goddamn years ago and supposedly so from an eating disorder and now she can only survive with feeding and hydration tubes shoved into her. Is that a way to live out the rest of your life? Now it's like a goddamn field day for the political agendas of this country to scream foul and make it a national case with "emergency" voting on a new national bill that will supposedly keep her alive, when it should have stayed on a state level.

Watching the news is frustrating without even going into the news Americans are fed versus the portrayal in foreign media. There are too many assholes and/or sick freaks out there. A prime example being that poor excuse for a human perverted convicted sex offender that kidnapped, sexually assaulted. and killed that young girl in Homosassa.

Well, as much as I'd like to rant on, and I don't, I need to finish some more ONLINE TRAFFIC SCHOOL. Weee.

Love, Carly

11:01AM

So you know, not much goin' on...woke up late, beat some minorities with a broom for loitering around my store...the usual.

Now maybe I should get dressed or something...

4:32PM

Step by Step...

...no one came out of that alive.

Long live P. Diffy!

like axl rose: ewww paula deen is making deep fried biscuits wtf!!
like axl rose: crazy southern people
KisssKissBang: eww
KisssKissBang: OMG
KisssKissBang: I LOVE PATRICK DUFFY
KisssKissBang: WANNA BE IN THE FAN CLUB
KisssKissBang: MEETINGS IN MY ROOM

1:52PM - HAHAHA! I had to post this! Facebook nonsense away!

So, I haven't looked at Facebook in a while but...I got this little doozy in my "message box" today.

11:59am
03.12.05 Julia:
Is there any reason why you post pictures of your boobs on your profile? Do not flatter yourself too much. Your making yourself look ridiculous.

Me:
Well, thank you Julia Vola. I believe being ridiculous was the point. However, since you do not know me and I have never met you before, you would not realize that. I am truly sorry if the "graphic" nature (and I use that term ever so loosely) of the picture has offended you, but perhaps you should take a page from my book and not take yourself or others so seriously. Thanks again for your input, Julia. I can only hope that you will send more glistening gems of wisdom my way in the future.

HAHAHA. What a dipshit. Thanks for the advice, Dear Abby. Hmmm...this girl went to the high school I graduated from...yep, that about explains the "dipshit" part pretty completely.

[Edit]:
03.13.05
Julia:
Well Carly, I went to school with you and your boobs were never shown, because no one ever paid you attention. EVER! So lets keep[ it that way, instead of making yourself look ridiculous and dumb to everyone who knew you

Moi:
Honey, I honestly couldn't care less what you or anyone else who went to the same school I happened to go to for two years thinks, much less care what they thought at the time. I am quite positive you know absolutely nothing about me and never have, nor do I know anything about you. So, "let's keep it that way" and you can send your pseudo-insulting personality someone else's way, or better yet, concern yourself with your own dealings. Have a wonderful day darling!

p.s. Don't bother sending any additional opinions my way, as I have no interest in petty internet squables with you or anyone else and will delete them.

"I get the feeling that...somebody's watchin' me" This is interesting because I was hardly in school once I moved to Boca, as I skipped as much as possible. Some people just can't take a hint. And if you ever questioned the absolute stupidity of the Palm Beach county/Boca Raton area, well here's the rock hard proof. DERRRRrrrr.

6:00PM

I just witnessed Martha Stewart riding a tractor.

...so HOTT.

2:33PM

So...I need a ride to Talle from SoFla. Let's just leave the details at that.

Any takers?

2:59PM - Brought to you by Silvan Learning Center:

Birthing babies is totally gross.

2:25PM

Erasable Crayola Markers....

...blowing my mind, people! Blowing my mind...

10:53PM

I'm home! Thank the heavens!

...only now I can't breath. Taking the bad with the good, I suppose.

'Night.

10:49AM

I miss having braces.

Addendum: I need my cell phone, dammit! I have no communication with the outside world and no car, so I'm f-u-c-k'd. I think I left it in Angela's car...*cringe* O! Please someone return it to me.

[Edit: The phone is in goddamn motherfucking BFE Georgia, two hours away at Angela's boyfriend's house where we just had to stop so I could have a greater possibility of developing fucking emphesema. Note to world: Smoking went out with fucking the director for a good part in a talkie, you jackasses! I'm just a little irritated. Plus the fact of not being able to get home.]

( You think el jay cuts are sexy )

1:10AM - On this trip, I've learned I'm a unappreciative, downer, negative, cheap bitch. Learning is fun!

I'm back at school. Praise the Lord and pass the amunition because I nearly shot myself with an imaginary gun. Now if I could only find a way down to South Florida. Any takers?

Katherine bought me a Jimmy John's sub as a welcome back gift tonight. Good thing because I am hungry and have been completely cleaned of my funds after that stab- me- in- the- eye- because- I'm- pretty- sure- it- would- be- less- painful trip.

Things that sucked about North Carolina: pretty much everything. Long winded response to come. Right now I'm tired.

8:00PM

I'll be home tomorrow!

Oh good God, help us all! It's been a long 3-4 days and I'll be glad to get back to school and then go home. I can't even begin to pontificate on it.

I know you all missed me.

4:03PM

OMFG. I love Mathew! He is the cutest kid ever! Well, he ranks up there at least. I pretty much think all my guy friends are adorable. Anyway, I have to go out to Cali and see Leilani and spoon with him! Pretty much no one I associate with now, with rare exceptions know him. Me, Spikes, Lani, Danny, and I guess Maria too, were all really good friends back in the day. Like freshman year, ya'll. Well, Maria stopped talking to me randomly, Danny became a pothead, Mat went to Arizona/Cali, and Lani eventually moved to Spain, then Cali. But Lani is still one of my bestests and I love Mat to death because he never fails to contact me every so often to make sure I'm doing alright. Awww. Okay, done with that outburst...

No, I'm not....SO CUTE!

Okay, done.

11:26PM

( Mindless stuff for fun )

1:17PM

I'd like to be a Vandy girl.

Mostly because I just like saying "Vandy."

But secondly, because it's for rich bitches in N-ville and that's gotta be worth something.

3:27PM

KisssKissBang: oh, so I was looking through the job listing on the fsu website to see if they had any babysitting type stuff so I could earn money now
KisssKissBang: and there was this position for summer to watch two kids, 5 and 7; from 7-3, Mon-Fri for $200/week for 2 months
KisssKissBang: now, when you do the math for that....
KisssKissBang: 8 hours/day
KisssKissBang: 40/week
KisssKissBang: 200/40
KisssKissBang: is FIVE DOLLARS AN HOUR
KisssKissBang: what a bunch of morons
BouncingsoulXoiX: yeah, that's pretty shitty
KisssKissBang: do you think anyone would be dumb enough to sacrifice their whole summer for that shit
BouncingsoulXoiX: but i mean, at least if you let one of the kids out of your sight and they died, the parents couldn't be too mad because you could just be like "hey, you're only paying me $5 and hour. i'd get paid more to assemble tacos at taco bell. so i paid about as much attention to your child as i would to a taco." and then the parents would be like "That's true. The girl does have a good point with that taco analogy."

2:59PM

My Comprehensive Spanish teacher, Alvaro, emailed me to make sure I was okay because I skipped out of class early on Tuesday and didn't come Thursday. We need more instructors like that.

11:49AM

So. Let us all be reassured that whilst I have no game, I will never make out with Trey Sinclair and his oddly shaped head.

And by God, ain't that the truth.

p.s. I got my cell phone back today. Feel free to bombard me: 9546758117

2:11AM

p.s. Roomie Sarah is missing with car. Could it be that she's commiting a social endeavor? No...couldn't be.

I'll check for movements among the two lame-os from upstairs.
Wait...wait....
Oh yes, they're still parked and lame as ever.

2:06AM

KisssKissBang: although, maybe I'm in Orlando riiiight now.
KisssKissBang: YOU DONT KNOW!
KillKillEveryone: no way!
KillKillEveryone: am i on TV?
KisssKissBang: Well, if you count when I watch my recorded video tapes of you sleeping....
KisssKissBang: then yes
KillKillEveryone: that's not creepy at all....
KisssKissBang: A little creep factor amongst friends never hurt anyone

Parties tonight = suckage. Oh well. The first one was effing pretentious theatre nobody crowd in semi-costume. (Who knew?) I only recognized, like three people. We left with Michael to go to Chris and Ricky's house. He was too enthused about the frou frou crowd either. Sorry, stalker, ya'll's are boringg. The latter party was interesting. I've been to that place a few times and the guys are really nice film students, but I was tired and not feeling their friends. Although Shay was pretty cool. I've met her before though. Anyway, on a side note, we wandered into the party next door and they have a really cool house. Someone threw these shipping boxes full of packing peanuts into the yard and layed in them. Well, I had one burning shot of alcohol and I was ready to jet.

Michael is living upstairs next year, Wooo.

I'm depressed again. Goodnight.

1:56PM - Jesus is the guy that mows my lawn...

So...bible study, anyone?

1:44AM

I got an 89 on my costume midterm! WHAAAAT NOW! I would've gotten an A if I wasn't such a douch and couldn't remember that Leo DiCaprio was wearing an effing "waistcoat" in Man in the Iron Mask. I can't believe I couldn't identify such a basic garment. I kept thinking there would be a special name and all. Nope. Just the waistcoat, introduced by Charles II. Oh well. It was much better than I thought, thankfully.

Speaking of ol' Leo, is it just me or can the kid not act? It just seems he has the same demeanor/voice/mannerisms for every role. Except perhaps What's Eating Gilbert Grape? Hah!

12:25AM - ...so I can, so I can see the light.

Today I survived my midterms. How valient I was in doing so is still debatable and yet to be seen. Costume History is a complete tossup, while Religious Ethics has a more sunny outlook.

Yesterday, I worked my legs. I was so sore earlier today. Afterward I went to effing Publix. I hate grocery shopping with a passion. It combines two very horrible things: spending money and the annoyingness of my roommates. They don't even have to try. I am the Nazi elect and I have trained myself to go through the damn aisles so quickly, that whomever so puts a foot in my path will be trampled to death and then stabbed for good measure. It takes me devising an intricate strategem to be successful in my efforts. First, you must go as fast as possible, so as to lose the short, stumpy running legs of Sarah. In this manner, you can dodge her efforts to put junk food and bleached grain products in my cart. Secondly, you must stab Paul repeatedly before he understands that I will not take any crap while in one of the many Publi around here. Anyway, I spent the rest of my night attempting to study for Costume History. More accurately, I drew pictures of all the garments I was supposed to be studying, which didn't really help me in the long run because alot of it had to do with the time the garment was in style. *Sigh* Anyway, Katherine came over and hung out for quite some time. Sara stopped by too, but went on to the library because she had some procrastination issues of her own. So I danced, made some giant cupcakes because I am no judge of batter alotment, drew some more, and slept for about three hours.

I studied for Religion for about a hour and skipped Spanish because I found out I had homework due in it. Does anyone know how to get a doctor's note and/or how much the doctor would be?

I sent some letters and valentines out the other day and I just realized that the one I sent to Brian had no address on it. More precisely, it had the city and state, but nothing more. Goodbye, my two stamps. No matter. Letters in the mail is possibly one of the greatest things ever. Soon, I should be getting my cell back in the mail too. O! Glorious Postman! Share with me your secrets and divine knowledge! I fancied this set of books about a postman in elementary school. I don't quite remember the title. The best attribute was that it came with letters from different people and you could open up the envelopes and read them.

There is a guy on Facebook who Katherine says wants to do me proper. He is in my department, but I don't know him. I just know others that know him. Apparentely, he was in Oklahoma and Cloud Nine. Anyway, he invited me to his party tomorrow night. Hmm. A little strange, I guess.

I was going to go to the Sex auditions, but I fell asleep instead. Michael had told me to go. Michael just might be living upstairs next year. How exciting! Michael is my hero, Well, him and Larry from the scenester party. Mostly because he likes to kill people. Anyway, I finally got the wall outlets for my place (random, no?) AND, more importantly perhaps, I bought some wicked sunglasses from Target. Tonight, Katherine and I stopped by Lee/Josh's to give them a slightly damaged grab bag for boys from the dollar store. Kyle's two friends were there, including Elizabeth, Lee's ex. She's not as weird looking and skinny as I remember. But, then again, I had only met her once before a year ago. Anyway, we talked with Josh briefly and Katherine claimed to of seen Holly's ass. What a fine day indeed.

Spring is in the air.

2:29PM

David Bowie is my rock n roll idol.

All hail. So glam. Wham Bam.

2:09AM - Costume History and Religious Ethics are my BFFs.

Does drawing pictures of what I'm supposed to be studying count?

10:59PM

I AM a MOTHERFUCKIN' BADASSSSSSS!

3:11PM - Sweatin' to the Oldies.

I saw Kevin after the Wendy Wasserstein forum yesterday:

"Omigod! Your Facebook picture is soooo hot! I kept trying to click it!! It is awesome!"

Le sigh. Why are all the fun ones homosexual?

9:56AM

I missed a Sublime show with Holly, Lee, and Josh. : (

She came over just after I left to hang out with some random people.

Oh the tragedy.

6:17PM

I'm feeling a little...off. Maybe I'm just starved for attention. But hey, what budding actress isn't?

All I know, is that the next party I go to, I'm making out with *hands in the air* this many guys. Anyway, I'll see you later.

8:52PM

New layout for you nerds out there like me.

love and squalor, carly

1:01AM - Katherine collected tiny shaped erasers at one point in time.

WOWEY ZOWEY!

Joshua, Katherine, and I just finished one half of a most glorious Bollywood movie. Mind you, it's three hours long. We stopped at the intermission. O! the suspense! Dilwal Dulhania Le Jayenge is a touching tale of two opposites who meet by chance...and fall in love! One is wild and uninhibited, the other: straight-laced, looking for adventure. In one crazy event after another, the two fall in love. But wait! She is arranged to be married! What will happen? We will see in:

Dilwal Dulhania Le Jayenge: Part Deux (The crazy tale continues!)

( I am going to start a wonderous trend with this )

8:22PM - I read the news today, oh boy...

Well, ladies and gentleman, today I truly have some interesting banter. Apparently, somebody thinks I am jealous of them. Yes, sparkling, confident, and outspoken moi. But, enough with the ambiguous descriptions of the situation.

Sara thinks I am jealous of her. Somehow I am envious because she has landed a position at the fine dining establishment, HOOTERS. Somehow, it must irk me to the depths of my soul that I A) Don't eat at Hooters and B) Did not get a job doing so.

Now I must say, deep down I have self confidence issues that are rarely given light. But, my dear audience, your actress has STANDARDS. Yes, standards. Not an oft played hit from Frank Sinatra, but a degree of moral conduct that I operate by in my daily life. In this so-called standards, I do not reduce myself to levels of people and things that I know that I am above. In addition, I also don't lower myself to get attention and objectify who I am as a female to entertain others. So, you see, it is unlikely that I will anytime soon squeeze myself into a pair of too-small cotton shorts, cram my breasts up in a pushup brassiere so that they reach my chin, and coif my hair into a sculpted mass all to satisfy the visual tastes of some white trash establishment and its forty year old, beer swigging, little girl loving redneck patrons. Perhaps, if I was lucky, they would also proposition me into deep throating them in their car in the parking lot.

In short, no, while I may not have a job at the moment, I am not jealous. Nor will I ever be of YOU, Sara Elisabeth. Sorry you're not getting the attention you so much desire from this affair, but I just don't care. So you can say what you will and make suppositions or lie, but don't you ever insinuate that I would ever be envious of a fucking Hooters job. I won't even work in the mall, let alone there. Find your attention and admiration somewhere else. It shouldn't be too hard for you.

2:00PM

Holy Motherfuck! I had to post this because it may be the scariest shit I have seen. Pardon my lack of more eloquent words.

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&ncid=753&e=1&u=/nm/20050219/sc_nm/egypt_baby_dc

So...last night I went to a scenester party and it was...interesting, to say the least. Actually, there were some cool people that I met and some big losers that I met, in addition. Just like life.

1:28PM

I started to make this friends-only and then I got a bit lazy and only did it partially. Eh.

Back by my own popular demand: Emo Kid on a Bike.

2:27PM

I must say Rachmaninov's Prelude in C Minor, Op. 23, No. 7 is simply smashing.

I'm being productive today and I am in a splendid mood. Don't ruin it for me!

This morning, I arose at 8:30 and sauntered on over to the theatre building. At first, I thought I was going to start of the day bad. The ticket office was not yet open, no one was in the advising office, and the sign-up sheets for next fall weren't posted. However, I went to the Music library in search of, go figure music, and after my unsuccessful search, I went back to the SOT and finished my errands. I am the first person to sign up. Sweet.

Josh came over, we hung out with Jamie for a bit and then we wrangled Sara Beth into coming to the gym with us. She couldn't the heat however. First she wouldn't run the track with us for five minutes because she said her ass was moving around when she ran. We started on weights and she was not having any of that and left to get ready for work. Well, I stuck it out and Josh showed me a few new things. I now know how to torture my abs properly.

Josh gave me a ride to the HOC and I went to my voice lesson. I am training myself to take criticism in stride. I am just self conscious and vain at times. Sometimes it's just tedious to fix every little breath and vowel pronounciation and most times I am just tired of hearing from the world that I have so much potential and talent that I am not using. I wonder where it's hiding out. Wherever it is, there must be clean windows.

I am going to apply at American Cafe where Christine Thompson works. Life is slightly impaired with a lack of telephone or automobile. I have a checklist though. Life will be fine.

Today is a productive day.

2:02AM - heartsheartshearts

Jessica, Liz, Ken, Michael, and Kat are finishing up with Clueless in my living room and Sara is sleeping in my bed. I, on the other hand, still need to do my costume paper: 1000 words, due in seven hours.

11:00AM

Oh my Lord, I am soooo far behind in work.

p.s.Someone tried to IM me "FSSeminole83" I think. Suckers. Most likely it is someone I don't want to talk to anyway. Maybe you should.

1:03AM - "• Dad is your lucky star."

Well, it's true. Yes, Daddy just gave me $120 in my Valentine's card. I am very greatful. My mom also gave me money last week. I am greatful all around. What NICE, UNDERSTANDING, SUPPORTIVE, LIBERAL, FUN, and GREAT parents I have. Kudos to them for birthing me.

• Soul Love is the song that matches with Joshua from Mac-town.

• Don't Go Breakin My Heart is the song for Lee of Canadian descent.

• Somebody's Watching Me is the song that tells you most about YOUR mind.

• and Happiness is a Warm Gun is the song telling you how you feel about life