Good news: I’m going to start blogging again!
Bad(?) news: I’ve been dragging my flipflops on this decision for awhile, but I’m moving to a new site. If you want to follow me on my new adventures, you’ll have to update your favorites bar and resubscribe at http://achicknamedcarl.wordpress.com.
my creativity is on hiatus. case in point: i was a ZOMBIE for halloween. ugh. I disgust myself.
to be fair, I was really a zombie school girl, and I told everyone I was “britney’s career.” i also originally planned to go as miss piggy, but then wore the costume early, drank too many jello shots and lost my pig nose.
help me get my brain juices flowing again. how can i be creative without having to really do anything? i don’t have time for arts and crafts and shiz, yo.
p.s. for those keeping track at home, i am NOT running the half marathon in two weeks. it’s a long story, but it mostly boils down to shin splints and knee problems and it being really, really cold outside in november.
Filed under: fear and loathing, obscure pop culture references, perfectly impossible, the cat's meow | Tags: i hate goodbyes!, west coast for life, yes i'm obsessed with my cat
if all goes well, i’m on a plane with my (drugged-up) cat, and i’m headed back to washington state, and we’re both peacefully sleeping in anticipation of a long week of settling into our new home.
if all goes horribly, horribly wrong, i’m at the airport with my (whiny, hungry, angry and drugged-up) cat, and i’m hoping the flight’s not delayed for too much longer because i’m emotionally drained, and people are glaring at me, and i just want a drink, but it’s too early and it’s weird to bring a cat into the airport bar.
either way, my time as a virginia resident has come to a close.
Filed under: a few of my favorite things, bestest friends, obscure pop culture references, party star, perfectly impossible, the cat's meow | Tags: crybaby, moving, my friends are prettier than your friends, the district sleeps alone tonight, washington dc
the movers are here. they’re packing up my stuff, and i’m blogging and watching step 2 and trying not to cry.
i’ve been able to keep my emotions in check a lot better than i ever would’ve expected during the past few weeks (minus the incident where i threw my jack down and fled the room at my birthday party this weekend, but that’s beside the point). i attribute this to the fact that i’m incredibly excited to begin a new adventure and that i’m confident that moving back west is the best decision for me at the moment. i also attribute it to the fact that i have the most amazing, wonderful, awesome friends in d.c., and they’ve held my hand every step of the way.
but now, it’s just me and my cat and some anonymous movers and lots of cardboard boxes in a house that’s echoing from the emptiness on the walls. the move is finally real. and i’m really, really sad.
d.c., i’ll miss you and the cherry blossoms and the thunderstorms and the brunches and the dance parties and even the super-annoying tourists. but because some of the best people in the world still live here, i know i’ll be back to visit soon. and for that, i’m really, really happy.
Filed under: obscure pop culture references, party star, work and play | Tags: awkward, drink drank drunkity drunk drunk, i hate goodbyes!, the office
…well, no one really. it would’ve gone to me if my boss hadn’t gotten me too drunk to drive home. who stays in the office past 5 p.m. on their LAST DAY?
(at least i get to see maxie‘s pretty face one last time.)
Filed under: a few of my favorite things, celebrity worship, my melody, obscure pop culture references | Tags: ashlee simpson is not that awful, guilty pleasure, on another tangent, what was i thinking, yes i'm obsessed with my cat
sometimes i think about starting a specialized blog. one that’s slightly more focused than my attention span, so you lovely readers will think that i’m an expert in some area or another. maybe.
i know guilty pleasures.
case in point: my dear friend maxie posted a link to ashlee simpson today, and i went positively giddy. now, i know what you’re thinking, “ashlee simpson sucks.” and sure, she does a little. but she’s SO. CATCHY. in fact, i started listening to her this morning, and now i can’t get her outta my head (see what i did there?). i kinda love her. if that makes me wrong, i don’t wanna be right (and all those other cliches that justify my musical taste). did anyone else watch her reality show? i JUST DISCOVERED IT’S ONLINE!!! life equals made. (Update: it is in fact NOT online — it’s just a bunch of episode recaps. life equals sad — and also teaches me that i should research before i hit the publish button.)
anyway, i have a lot of secret shame. Uggs? own them, love them — back off! sleep with a teddy bear? Only when my cat’s ignoring me — shut up! guilty-pleasures-wise though, i think the majority of my shame comes from teen soaps and pop music. and that’s just really not interesting. sad, but not interesting.
i don’t really know what the point of this post was other than confessing my illicit love affair with ashlee simpson’s music. which, again, is sad, but not interesting.
Filed under: celebrity worship, obscure pop culture references | Tags: chuck bass rocks my world, kristen bell, soul searching via google
no. no, i’m not. and i don’t need a search engine to tell me that.
people who are finding my blog by searching “I’M CHUCK BASS,” what the heck is going on in your little heads? please enlighten me. while yes, he’s completely awesome, he’s also COMPLETELY FICTIONAL. why would you want to be someone who doesn’t even exist?
now if you’ll excuse me, i need to get back to google searching “i’m kristen bell.” because at least she’s real.