Letting Go

This morning my sister left for her first year of college. She woke me up at 5:20 by banging on my bedroom door. I saw her for about ten minutes. I was crying before she left and as soon as she was gone I started bawling very loudly.

She has been annoying, obnoxious, mean, protecting, funny, joyful, crazy, and above everything else, she has always been here. I will have to adjust to being alone in my house, to not waiting up for her. I didn't think I would miss her. I was very wrong.

Even though I miss her, I think I am ready. She isn't gone forever. I'm gonna see her again. I'll talk to her soon. I think I'll survive without her here. I hope I will...

ABC (So Totaly Not) Family

Tonight I took two hours out of my life to catch up on my television crack, Secret Life of the American Teenager. We have changed the name to the more appropriate, Not So Secret Life of the American Slut. If you don't know what this show is about, it's pretty much a bunch of teenagers all having sex. The preggo count at the moment is 3, (15 year old mom, mother of teen mom, skanky 17 year old mom) Really, it's a wonder skanky mom didn't get preggo first. There are bets down on who will be next and how many more seasons ABC can squeeze out of this pathetic excuse of a show. Not only is the plot the most horrifying thing ever, I believe they made a point of finding the worst actors in existence. If any emotion is shown on that show, it's a special night. I watch this with my mother, and together we have made the most amazing drinking game the world has ever known! The drinking word changes sometimes, but it's always something along the lines of slut, sex, baby, or marriage. The first time we played, the word was slut and mother made it through 2 whole glasses of iced tea. Comment if you decide to take part in my merriment of the most horrible show that ever was partialy alive. How many glasses will you get through?

Chain Email - AGAIN!

So I only get these stupid chain emails from ONE PERSON now (You know who you are). But today as I checked my email, there it was. Yet another chain email. I took one look at the screen and all I could think was, it is indeed time to blog.

If you remember from last time, the original email is in regular print and my answers are in bold.

USING ONLY ONE WORD Fine.
Not as easy as you might think! Sure. Now forward, NO! change the answers to suit you Eh... and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one word answers. Pishaw! Be sure to send back to the person you received it from! Hahaha!

Where is your cell phone? Damn! Lost it again!
Pocket
Significant other? Yeah right. Do the gays count?
Laughter
Your hair? New yummy blonde highlights
Sexy
Your mother? Miss Sophie May? Oh dear lord!
Different
Your father? Trekki....
Daddy!
Your favorite thing? COFFEE!!!!! And the menfolk of course ;]
Art
Your dream last night? That is my head thank you very much!
Home
Your favorite drink? Like this is even a question!
Coffee
What room are you in? Technically basement, but...
Michigan
Your hobby? What don't I do for fun?
Living
Your fear? Scariest thing ever...
Alone
Where do you want to be in 6 years Pretty much not lonely
Found
Where were you last night? Oh wouldn't you like to know! My night life is none of your concern...
Mitten
Something that you aren't? Virtuous...
Boring
Muffins? Bagel cart?
Yum
Wish list item? Microphone, the ability to use FL Studio 9...
Piano :/
Last thing you did? I was gonna say baby, but that sounds wrong...I was with my niece and we...
Cuddled
What are you wearing? Absolutely nothing. :p
PJ's
T V ? Monday nights on ABC (so totally not) Family
Bravo
Your pets? Soon to be none it seems like... :'[
Star
Friends? Only the bees-knees fo' sho'!
Best
Your life? Only one word can describe it...
Snazzletastic
Your mood? SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICEXPIALIDOCIOUS
Up
Missing someone? More specifically, MY men. But yeah, men in general works too.
Men
Drinking All the time. Never stop.
Milk
Your car? Red cobalt bitches!
Roxie
Something you're not wearing? Clothes.
Shoes
Your favorite store? Spencer's :p
Maurice's
Your favorite color That means green to all those non frenchy people (i.e. my best friends...)
Vert
When is the last time you cried So not a funny question
Tonight...
Who will resend this? Do toucans speak fluent Mandarin Chinese?
No?
Where do you go to over and over? You mean where do I practically live seeing as I spend more time there than at my actual home?
Auditorium
Five people who email me regularly? Did you forget your one rule?
One word bucko
My favorite place to eat? Only when I'm cooking and friends come over.
Home
Favorite place I'd like to be at right now? I just want to go home at this point
NH
Four people I think will respond Um, that rule of yours?
One word? Maybe?

Here's what you are supposed to do...Oh boy. and please don't spoil the fun... too late! Hit 'forward,' I politly decline delete my answers, type in your answers and send it to a bunch of people, including me. I'm gonna go with no...

Sucker for a Rock Opera

I love musical theater. Just throwing that out there. Yes, the classics are good. However, they are old news to me. I am a sucker for a rock musical. I would see any rock opera. Forget about Rogers & Hammerstein! Bring me Sondheim! Give me Yorkey! I demand Jonathan Larson (rest in peace)! Rock musicals, bringing something new and exciting to Broadway every day. And after all, isn't that what NYC is all about?

FYI - Totally not bashing the classics. I am expressing my love of the newer shows. Thank you and goodnight.

My Childhood Sweetheart and Other Thoughts...

When I was small, my best buddy was my neighbor Shawny. He taught me how to swing and to be honest, I loved him. He moved before me, and I remember at his going away party there were Sesame Street cookies. I don't know his full name. I don't know where he went. I have to admit, I think about him all the time. I wonder what he's like now, if he's doing well, if he remembers me. I want more than anything to find him again.

I've thought of him more recently because I found old pictures. None of the two of us, I don't know if those exist. When you're having fun, you don't care about the pictures. There are photos of me in kindergarten and first grade. Some of me and my BFF Hanna. Some of me and my family. There's even one of our dog as a puppy.

Seeing these pictures made me start to cry. I didn't want to grow up, it's hard and it means so much and it scares me. People leave and you have to take care of yourself. You can't fall back on mom and dad for everything. Looking at these photos I realized I already grew up a long time ago. I know what I want to do, what college I want to go to, where I want to live, almost everything. I miss being blissfully ignorant. I miss relying on my parents for everything I need. I would give almost anything to be a kid again.

Acting Like You're 12 Gets You Through the Night

So this week I went camping. The first night there was a thunder storm. We hid in the camper and played scatagories, and when the mothers let us go back to our tents we played a scandelous game of truth or dare. To sum it up, half of us were naked while the other half had underwear on the outside of their clothes. Yup. That happens.
The next night it was dry enough for marshmallows, so we played MASH. I am proud to say I was married to Tyra Banks. On the way back from the bathroom (at midnight mind you) we spotted a skunk. Now I am not an IDIOT so I said to stay still and don't talk. Everyone else began to scream and ran. Awesome. One of the moms heard us and found us in the bathroom. Apparently skunky had been around our campsite already, but luckily didn't spray anything.
I went home the third day, but before I left we all sat around the campfire and made friendship bracelets. This is how to survive the wilderness.

I am Extreamly Tired

I get very loopy when exhausted. My friend Jo just posted a fun looking facebook status. It was a fill in the blanks. The bold is what I filled in. This is the way my mind works at 12:30 in the morning...

Dear Jo,
You have a cute triangles living in your basement. You make me want to dance with heyenas. You should be commited to a mental hospital. You and I should share a room there. I'd get your name tatooed on my best friend's cat. You are so much like a barbie doll I want to keep you in a box and sell you on ebay, & I love the way your breath smells after eating anything with garlic.
♥ Carolyn

This is my life, these are my choices. I really need to go to bed. RIGHT NOW. GAH.

Yes, That Was Indeed a Cup of Coffee 2 Seconds Ago

I have an addiction. I understand this. I am not ashamed. I do not seek help nor do I wish for help. I, Carolyn Nicole, am addicted to COFFEE!

This addiction is in fact one that I can blame fully on my mother. From the time I was a mere fetus in the womb, I have been ingesting the delectable form of caffeine. As a baby, daddy dipped my pacafire in coffee to get me to shut up (for as you know if you have actually been reading this entire blog, I hated my father as an infant) At the age of 2 I drank my mother's extra-large iced coffee in full when she wasn't watching. At 3 I woke my father up at 6 o'clock in the morning demanding to go to Dunkin Donuts. With this kind of history, I can not be helped.

Thank you and good day

This is an Airplane, Welcome to my Life

Once again I find myself sitting in an airport waiting for a cup of coffee and a seat on the plane. Yes, that is right. I am sitting in the airport and still I have no actual seat. Crazy? Perhaps, but that is who I am after all. You see, daddy flies the hunk of metal and I fly standby.

The Perks of being a standby:
All the flight attendants treat you like royalty
If you plan it right, you can usually get a row to yourself
You can board the plane early
You skip long unnecessary lines such as security
Flight attendants usually offer to comp things such as movies and energy drinks

The It's Really Nothing Special's of being a standby:
You have to look presentable [this means no sweats or jeans]
If you didn't plan it right, you could not get a seat on the flight
When the gate agent is mean, they stick you in a row with an infant totally on purpose

I love flying standby. On this last trip I went on to San Diego, I flight attendant comped my movies and sat and talked with me about silly bandz halfway through the flight. She kept calling me the first daughter. It's things like this that make my life awesome.