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Location: California, United States
Birthday: 5/6/1982
Gender: Female
Interests: making stupid websites . .. collect them all!
Expertise: drinking, eating, sleeping, and more drinking.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
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Member Since:
6/20/2003
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| One of the things I really dislike about myself is the fact that I am sleep deprived. And it's not just that, but I make stupid faces and get nervous during awkward situations.
Anyway, back to being sleep deprived. I know for a fact that I AM sleep deprived, and yet, I keep ... depriving myself of sleep. Right now? I could be sleeping. Could be. But I'm not. I'm listening to music, kinda-sorta watching a rerun of Michael Phelps winning a new speedo, and half on Facebook uploading pictures of me in a dress. It's really such a complete waste of time.
Know what else is a waste of time? I don't know. What is ... ?
On the agenda in the next coming days: painting my fingernails black, selling my soul, and maybe trying to squeeze in a beach day. Caroline is pale... again.
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| I logged into this thing, and the password is still the same! Holy crap! I think I really need to change my passwords because they're either all the same, or I can't remember them. And no, it's not because I'm *insert your assumption about my life here.*
Like all old things I have, I like to rummage through them, and I rummaged through this thing called xanga. Most of my entries were about school, getting drunk, going to concerts, and feeling like no one liked me. What's odd is that nothing has changed, except for the whole school thing.
But nevermind that, you know what's great? Tandem bikes. I'm really into those things. And it's not because there was this sickashell one in "Beerfest" but because when I was in Sausalito the other day for an interview, my friend and I was hanging out in his car in the parking lot of an Indian restaurant, and people were riding by with them constantly! This gave me an idea: I can live the rest of my life riding a regular, single bike, OR... I could give up the ghost and get myself a tandem bike.
That's another thing, too: apparently you can ride your bike to Sausalito. Over the Golden Gate Bridge, and you can take a secret route there... or actually, the route you'd take to go to the Marin Headlands. It's all the same.
Anyway, that whole day was spent very nicely. I opened up a credit card I'm going to cancel, I had breakfast for the first time at the Pork Store Cafe. Me and my friend were ghost riding the whip to "Pocketful of Sunshine" in the car. Then we had sushi with another friend, and the sushi wasn't all that great... because it wasn't at our regular spot on Clement. It gave me heartburn. Seriously. And I hate that I went through hella trouble to get the name of the place, and I texted my sister while she was on her jungle adventure this past weekend.
Oh yeah, and apparently she had to take a piss in a hole. How incredibly odd.
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| I keep on wondering why I don't just delete this thing, since I only seem to check in every ... five months or so. I know. It's long. But I guess I just have a hard time letting go of certain things, like new TV shows that get abruptly cancelled after the first episode. It's sad, but I somehow find the strength to just give it up. Anyway, this was pointless, but I just wanted to drop by and tell all two of you that read this thing that I'm still alive. But barely. | | |
| It's been a while since I've been on this thing, and I can't believe I'm back. Not really "back-back" but I thought I'd drop a little knowledge on everybody, or something like that. Okay, maybe just drop in and update those who have xanga that thought I dropped off the xanga planet. And that's true, I did. Only because all of my stupid thoughts get posted on a little thing called myspace.
Since November, I have a) gotten super busy, b) gotten a Martha Stewart-like haircut, c) been through some thangs, and d) some other crap I can't remember. It's been a long, long, looooong time.
And looking at the last entry I posted, I have not been to any concerts since then. I think that's a shame. It's April, and there's NOTHING. I think that's lame. Super freakin' lame. I had my chance, too ... The Strokes, Jamie Cullum, Arctic Monkeys. I've been to none, and I'm very disappointed in myself.
I got a haircut on January 2nd. I thought that was particularly lame of me, especially since I am now wishing that I still had long hair. I miss putting on my co-worker's motorcycle helmet, stuffing my hair inside it, and then taking it off and shaking my head like I'm Aaliyah in the "More than a Woman" video. It's always cool when I can do something sexy like that. But now, I look like a short little boy. And it's hard to make my hair look good these days. I guess starting off the new year with a new do' was a pretty bad idea. I cry.
In the same month, I scored an internship with a TV station, which is fun. Right now I'm on a "vacation" of sorts, which I love. But I love doing my internship. I love it even more since I got to write something for the show, and they used it during their weekend edition. SCORE. I got my shit on TV. I'm excited and full of joy.
I realized that next semester, I can indeed graduate. I just need to get my ass to an advisor, sign off on some things, and I'm DONE. A life of sitting on a couch all day awaits me, I know. But just that feeling of knowing that I finished something. I've put myself through college ... moneywise and learningwise. And I can say that I've done something. I can't wait to see what's next.
With all of the excitement comes the fact that I'm exhausted. I know there are tons of other people who have so much more going on in their lives than I do, but I'm still so freakin' tired. I'm always on the go these days, I'm either at school, interning, working ... then when I'm not doing those things, I'm eating or sleeping, or watching some TV. Or hanging out with friends. I'm never really alone ... someone's always around. I like to put myself in a bubble, too. It just feels better.
I need to figure in some balance, anyway. There are things I don't do, there are things I should be doing. But right now, I can't complain about life. It's been interesting, it's been fun. It's been a lot of things.
2006 will most definitely end on a good note. I will probably be going back to NYC (!!!), and I will be graduating. I hope there will be more, and I know there will be. But now, all I want is to go to sleep. | | |
| Hello ... my name is Caroline. It's been ... 203948230948333 days since I've written in this thing. I've totally forgotten about it, and I don't know what moved me to come back tonight. Maybe because I'm going nuts trying to get myself to fall asleep. But not before Conan. Please, not before Conan.
Anyway ... the last time I wrote was in June, so that means a lot has happened. Or, okay. Maybe a lot hasn't happened. Life is still the same, except I'm freakin' out here and there because it's crunch time all of a sudden. I'm looking at graduation maybe next semester or something. I'm stoked, homies. After graduation, then I can live out my life long dream of sitting around the house and eating cold fried chicken. You know you want to do it, too.
... Hmm. I guess I used to write about what I did every day in this thing, or when I would write I'd write what I did. So, I guess I'll do that just for kicks.
Monday and Tuesday was the Mraz Extravaganza! Two nights in a row of Mraz was stunning. First night at The Fillmore with my sister ... that was amazing. Except for the stupid teeny bopper in back of me that screamed so much, and sung along to every single song LOUDER than Mraz. Can you believe that shit? I come all this way to see Mraz, and hear ONLY Mraz, and I hear this obnoxious ass girl half the time. It was also an acoustic set. So of course, we got all up close and personal with him. I loved it, I was second row. He was feet away. He was so beautiful. I loved when we all wrote a song together. I loved when he sung "Please Don't Tell Her." He played the first few chords, and I gasped. I like his album Mr. A-Z, but when he strips the songs down, hell ... I like them even more. He ended it with "I'm Yours." I loved that.
Tuesday was better in a sense that I didn't have any obstructed views. And nobody was yelling in my fucking ear. I took pics, too (I'll show you if you want). But, since it wasn't acoustic, it was like some big spectacle of a show. It was cool ... Mraz knows how to rhyme. Haha. "Geek in the Pink" was cute. Toca had Gnomey. Me and Ephraim met a girl named Dawn who knows Mraz personally; they chilled in Chicago way back when. She was really cool. I took a picture with her. Haha.
I forgot about the opening acts. I love Tristan Prettyman, she's so awesome. She's also dating Mraz, and that's cool because she's cool.. I ain't mad at cha. They have this one song together called "Shy That Way." Please download it off iTunes or just buy her album because I love that song to death. There was also James Blunt. He told the "giving head" joke two nights in a row. Haha. Lame. But cool.
This whole week has been really rough for me. My house has been under cardiac arrest ... or something like that. I've just been kicked out due to the fixer dudes doing stuff to my house. In the coming weeks, it'll probably be more. I've been spending most of my mornings feeling like a lost puppy. So, what else would a lost puppy do but park her ass in the periodical section of the library and sleep for two hours? I love how people give me bad looks when I take "their spot" where they can plug their laptop in. Whatever. I have my homework out, but I decide to take naps. And drool. My shower has been put out of comission, too, so I had to walk to someone's house the other day and take one. It works again, though. Hooray. But, seeing Mraz ... he's always been an inspiration for me. A refresher of what's really wonderful in life, what really matters and all that stuff. I just love him to pieces.
I think I'm done for the year for concerts, unless someone truly wonderful comes along that I must see one more time. Mraz was a great way to end the year. It's been a great year for concerts, too. I have to say that I'm probably *almost* done with the "punk" concerts. They're getting too hectic for me. And the riot grrls ... oh my goodness. There's just so much I can take. I love the music, but hell, I love not getting punched in the back even more. It was a great year of concerts, though: The White Stripes, Maroon 5, Green Day, and Jason Mraz. I'm sure I saw other acts ... I know I did. I can't remember which ones, though.
Anyway. That's my time. Good night. | | |
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