January 2010
Things to look forward to!
notasparkinspace:
carlweave:
-Performing in India (this spring)
-Vacationing in Orlando (also this spring)
- GSA (hopefully this summer)
- Music camp at Lee University (this summer)
- YWAM Camp in Texas (this summer)
- Camping trip with church friends (this summer)
Bah! If everything goes as planned… and I do well in what I am supposed to do well in.. I’ll only be home for about 2 weeks...
11:30? Really?
Goodnight.
Things to look forward to!
-Performing in India (this spring)
-Vacationing in Orlando (also this spring)
- GSA (hopefully this summer)
- Music camp at Lee University (this summer)
- YWAM Camp in Texas (this summer)
- Camping trip with church friends (this summer)
Bah! If everything goes as planned… and I do well in what I am supposed to do well in.. I’ll only be home for about 2 weeks this summer. Not...
Our mail delivery system has apparently progressed...
Me: Dad, the GSA website says applicants will be notified of their audition/review results on April 15, 2010 (postmarked). What does it mean by postmarked?
Bo: That's the day they'll be sent out. Like...actually at the post office.
Me: So, that means I'll have to wait about two weeks to actually receive my results in the mail, right?
Bo: Uh.. more like two days.
Me: Really?!
Bo: Carly, it's the US Postal Service not the Pony Express.
Me: I guess it has progressed a bit since then, hasn't it?
Bo: Haha.. Yes. Yes it has.
Me: But....two days? That's fast.
Bo: Yeah, it's amazing. *shifty eyes*
Do you go to sleep at 11 on Fridays?
I do.
ACT tomorrow. I have to leave here by 7am. Oh so excited. I’ll finish up with that around noon. Then I’ll need to swing by and pick up a couple thousand pages of sheet music. I’ll stop at Toys R Us to get a present for the cutest little boy I know. The little prince is turning five. Such a big boy! Then I’ll come home and hopefully nap for a little bit.
My first...
Today sucked.
Except for 4th and 6th period.
Everything else was screwy.
Sleep is calling my name..
and more than 4 hours of it. Gah. I have to wake up early to finish homework. Frick.
I just wanna sleep. For a full 8 hours. Just once.
ACT on Saturday. I’m gonna ask if I can sleep in on Sunday and miss church… Ah. We’ll see how that goes. If the God I know is the same God they know, he won’t smite me for missing a day.
Finding out teachers are pregnant always kind of...
I mean.. it was already a shock when I found out they had first names..
Now they have sex, too?
Take that, major list of things to do!
Finished. Before 9PM. How incredible? Very.
Now I’ll do whatever I like. I’m gonna clean my room and listen to SA.
Was today just the day..
that teachers collectively decided to slam me with homework? Because it’s been light and fluffy all week. And then today.. the wrath of the school gods unleashed upon my soul..spilling their distaste for my keeping my head above the rapid waters of homework and quizzes. So.. I am saying goodbye to the social networking for the next few hours and I’m plowing through this. So as to...
TODAY IS CARLY SEAN DAY
notasparkinspace:
OH MY. i met this lovely little lady one year ago. and on this day, i must admit…i picked on her. it was the beginning of millie and she hung out with jordan, so, me trying to be friendly started to mimic her every movement. and she got frustrated. and changed positions a million time because she felt insecure. and i laughed. but we soon began talking and we just kinda had a...
Happy Carly Sean Day!
Ah, January 26th.
How this date has dramatically changed my life.
This time last year… I met Sean Burns. [Commence life-change]
Before I had ever allowed myself to want something for myself. Before I had ever pinky-promised and meant it. Before I had ever laughed my butt off at my own foolishness. Before I had ever gone after something with the potential of failing. Before I had ever had...
My day was packed.
Went to earlybird.
Went to school.
Went to grab food before rehearsal.
Went to rehearsal.
Went from rehearsal to a three hour ACT prep course.
Came home.
And just yesterday I was considering taking voice lessons. And guitar. And violin. haha. It’s not like that could even happen if I sacrificed sleep. Because I already don’t sleep. It’s more like I need 80 hours in a day...
emmitchell:
carlweave:
emmitchell:
carlweave:
emmitchell:
If I don’t find out if I made it into CCM soon, I am going to go crazy. Holy shit, I have to know.
P.S.
Did you know that CCM only accepts 7.7 percent of the applicants trying to get into their music program? I am so glad I didn’t try for that one.
7.7!? FML.
I know, right? It’s insane. I think that this statistic is only...
emmitchell:
carlweave:
emmitchell:
If I don’t find out if I made it into CCM soon, I am going to go crazy. Holy shit, I have to know.
P.S.
Did you know that CCM only accepts 7.7 percent of the applicants trying to get into their music program? I am so glad I didn’t try for that one.
7.7!? FML.
I know, right? It’s insane. I think that this statistic is only for instrumental music...
Sure, when it’s autumn Wind always wants to Creep up and haunt you Whistling it’s got you With its heartache, with its sorrow Winter wind sings and it cries. Spring and summer every other day Blue wind gets so pained Blowing through the thick corn, Through the bales of hay, Through the sudden drift of the rain Spring and summer.
Sean Burns
just turned my frown upside down.
I don't remember I have feelings
until they get hurt. Then I just feel like a pansy girl.
Hey Carly! How do you feel about this?
-Well guys.. I feel like.. blah blah blah.
Okay..well prepare to be eaten alive for speaking your mind for once! Yay! Let’s all shove words in your mouth and make you out to be a monster when you could really care less. Oh cool! Thanks you guys.
Seriously? Don’t want to know? Then...
Uncertainty. Confusion. And doubt.
I know what I want. I just don’t know how to get there.
All I want out of life
is to touch people with music, and make them feel. I want to sing and be heard. Write and be read—just so people know they’re not the only ones.
That’s all I want.
“You fold his hands and smooth his tie, you gently lift his chin.
Were you...”
I plan on being lazy today.
Got up at 8 and went to church. Sang til noon.
Now I’m home.. and I plan on watching a movie. Half-Blood Prince?
Yes. Oh! And I shall eat pixy stix!
Sounds like a plan.
I have three things to tell you:
1) I got the part! I’m Penelope Pennywise in Urinetown! Bah!
2) I saw Spring Awakening for the second time tonight.. Epic.
3) I got in a car wreck on the way there. Legit collision with this lady’s car. Police were called. No one was hurt. But I have to go to court so they can scare me into being a perfect driver since I’m younger than 18. F*** me.
Yayyy.
Okay so today was a...
Spring Awakening
struck a chord in me. I’m not going to even begin to attempt to explain. Because there’s no way I could. What I can say? I feel alive. I feel, for the moment, unafraid to feel.
Oh… and good news kiddos! Andy Mientus is NOT gay! Mm. Yes, please.
That is all. Goodnight.
Fort Thomas
is by far the strangest place I’ve ever lived. Out of all the towns.. the subdivisions..and counties. I’ve never resided anywhere quite like here. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing.
People are significantly more close-minded here. And not meaning to offend anyone.. honestly.. but I’ve gathered that the majority of people here really don’t understand...
http://www.formspring.me/carlweave
Do it.
Yes. Oh my gosh. Yes. →
I have the most inappropriate song stuck in my...
I am sipping chocolate milk..
and my mother just braided my hair.
I feel seven.
Auditions
were okay!
Singing went well.. the dancing was really good.. and I effed up my monologue past the point of recognition. Haha Ohh god. It was bad.
But the rest was just lovely!
Agh. We’ll see.
Guess what!
I took pain reliever. I assumed I was supposed to take two at first and then one every four hours. You know.. like most pain relievers work.
So, here I am seven pills later, and I find that these are 12 Hour All-Day Relief. I’m only supposed to take 2 pills in 24 hours. I took 7 pills in 12 hours.
Needless to say, the lining in my stomach?
Gone. It hurts sooo bad.
[Note to the concerned...
Awkward.
*front door opens*
Me: Dad! ....Daaaad! DAD! ....Oh my gosh. BO FREAKING WEAVER!! Where's mom?!
Construction guy: Erm.. I'm not your dad.
Me: Whoa! You're not! oops.
Construstion guy: And I don't know where you mom is..
Me: Okay then. Go about your business. *retreats back to bedroom in humiliation*
I love Luke Read.
Me: You're an animal lover.
Luke: Obama. I love my dog. ...WTF!? How did Obama get in here?!
Me: hahaha! What!?
Luke: My ipod touch is on drugs.
Me: Next thing you know it'll start typing out more random presidents.
Luke: Bush! Clinton!
Me: Taft! Lincoln!
Luke: FDR. But Kennedy will come with Lincoln. You have to link Kennedy and Lincoln with a common factor.
I have cool friends.
Luke: Our church is the bees knees! Our church is the drug addicts' drug!
Me: Luke, that makes us sound like a crack house.
Ben: I don't need drugs. I get high on Jesus.
Luke: Ben, you can't smoke Jesus.
Ben: But I can sniff him though!
There is a 75% chance..
that I’m going to India with my father in May to sing at a conference there.
How sweet would that be?
Very.
Ouchh.
Wearing my retainer for the first time in forever.. Oww. My head is pounding and I’m becoming nauseous. Pathetic. I don’t do pain. I mean..I do. But not this dull ache. I can take burning, pulsating, gushing blood kind of pain. Not a dull ache. No sir. haha This will teach me.
Took about a bottle of tylenol. We’ll see.
Scary dreams
feel so real to the point where I find bruises when I wake up.. Is that normal?
I am
comfy cozy. For the first time in a while.
No school tomorrow. I am pleased by this.
Ew.
I just received a dvd of last week’s performance.
And because this has happened.. I am now fully convinced that I cannot listen to myself sing. I cannot watch myself sing. I cannot. I won’t force myself.
Because I haaate the way I sound. I hate my mannerisms. I’m so awkward.. and scary vulnerable. And though I feel it when I’m singing, I saw evidence of my bare essence on...
Clean car! Clean Car!
Now watching Spring Awakening.. and falling asleep. Goodnight/day.
Last night was quite enjoyable.
I had a good time.
Afterwards, I went to Dixie with Jenna. And we talked. And laughed more than we talked. And then got really deep really fast. It was sort of…awesome. We’re kinda the same person. But she’s my alter-ego because she’s had experiences. And I have not. At least not like she has.
Anyway. Went to bed at 4, woke up 4 hours later, clothed the homeless buddies....
To the people I was texting...
Mama took the phone. I don’t hate you.
I have the battery to it, therefore, she can’t creep. So go ahead and sext me like you usually would and I’ll get back to you.
….Okay no. But you get the message.
A little Repo
always brightens a sucky day.
Can someone say meltdown?
I can.
Meltdown.
Your words ring scary true.
I can’t deny it. But this time, I mean it.