Thursday, February 24, 2011

Oh if the walls could talk, the stories they'd tell on me

As previously mentioned I'm pretty eccentric, I'm not a radicalist but I'm pretty far out there. I have a strange, strange sense of humor. While brushing my teeth and swearing to my self that I'd go to bed on time for once so I could start my day off early; enjoy to beauty of a new day instead of getting ready in a panic and dashing off to sit through a lesson that would induce the sleep I should have gotten before. (although I'm fairly proud to say I haven't fallen asleep in any classes this semester my teachers are far to entertaining) However, amongst the systemic almost subconscious routine of scrubbing away the decay of my mouth, (cute imagery right?) I found my mind wandering what walls, the silent watchers, would have to say about me if they had lips to whisper my undisclosed life. 

The first thought that wondered in to my head was how they'd tattle, oh they tattle and tell all the things that are ment to be secret, like how I drink the applesauce from the jar, oh how quickly they would call me in on attempted murder because my cursed hipbones feel the need to turn on the gas stove while I reach for something on the highest shelf and countless times; hindsight this toxic gas explains quite a bit about my immaturity. My poor abused mind. oh how they'd laugh; how hard those wall probably laughed today as buckets and buckets of water poured, no cascaded, over the brim of what I now am tempted to refer to as our "porcelain problem." While most twenty year old girls would either scream or quietly deal with this predicament I laughed, I laughed hard and loud a thundering laugh and a laugh that rolled through our apartment which turned this crisis into live stand up from the vanity room of Aspen 609. When in under three minutes we had an inch of water encompassing the floor. I was truly grateful for the fact that I had choose to wear my rainboots to school to fight through the slush of melting snow little had I suspected I would need them within my home. 

The tales the walls of Aspen would tell are nothing in comparison to the chronicles that the campus would spill out if only it could, of my practiced "self control" banishing myself to the Rick's computer lab until my essay was written, allowing myself only breaks for food and the bathroom, how the walls would snicker as I justified a brief "jazzersize" as long as it was in the bathroom which was previously a fair games for a break, oh my marvelous self control. The rolled eyes the walls would possess as they watched my glace backwards to see if the stalls were empty before I started my shannagins. the sneeky smile the walls would carry as they told you of my clueless wanderings around the newly made buildings trying to take it all in with the eyes of a new toddler trying to make sense of a new playground in the neighborhood. they would dote proudly as they watched the glowing wonderment wash over me.

By far the ones with the most amusing secrets to tell would be those of my never-loving Jetta, at times on late nights, mid-days or evening on my many drives whether near or far when I'm alone in my car or maybe with a passenger or two escaping many near death experiences, most of which will not be posted here where concerned loved ones will panic. no need to worry the scare is none worse than a rollercoaster ride and herds of people seek out daily.

It's pumpkin time, so on that note I will bid you all a goodnight. And while I am fairly amused with what people would think if they knew all my quirks and secrets I think enough beans have been spilled I can rest my head knowing you have more of me to ponder upon. with all these bizarre habbits it should be reasonably effortless not to get too carree'd away, right?


Tuesday, February 22, 2011

where to start off? the right foot I suppose.

So I have finally embarked on quirky journey to share with you a bit about my meanderings, things about me that are hidden deep behind my nerd specks and untamed curls, a bit deeper than my whacked out laugh and the crows feet that sneek out past my eyes when a sincere smile springs to my lips. These are things of the heart, and soul. not much is deeper than the soul mind you, even though I've swam in some pretty deep pools. I have an odd sense of humor and terrible spelling and grammar. English and writing majors I do grammar check in hopes to aviod you cringing to much at my amateur antics. 

So with that preface lets see how much damage I can do. I'm name is Carree. Hince the fabulous pun 'get carree'd away." I'm actually 5'4" but I tell everyone I'm 5'5" because it's the minimum height to be a model. (not like it reallllly matters but it's just one of those odd things I insist on doing) my shoe size is 5/6 and I'm a shoe lady in the most extreme. The water cup I use in my apartment has Jasmine and Ariel on it, and yes I'm almost twenty. I'm incredibly goofy, seriously. I'm either ear-shattering, earth moving loud or unnervingly quite, very rarly do my feet rest on the "middle ground." It's very easy to assume you'll hear me before you'll see me half the time. In more ways than one I lack that subtle sensible thing that the world refers to as "tack." I firmly believe in telling like it is from the beginning so not to prolong the torture of finding out the painful truth later as well as discovering the sticky web of lies that prolong the inevitable of finding said truth. In other words I'll give you a papercut of honesty today instead of shattering your heart in 6 months. I like to keep it blunt, simple and as classy as possible. At this point I'll make a small plea, don't presume I'm some fiery truth breathing dragon stomping around ruining peoples days, it's not so I only give brutally honest opinions when people seek for my complete and honest advice. Which in that case I will gladly steer loved ones from trouble, even if it stings a bit.

In the words of Pumba, a well known figure of my childhood (Yes, I watch TONs of movies, I am very much so a movie person and my mind is littered with mass amounts of movie quotes.), "Home is where your rump rest," and my rump rest in my desk in Rexburg Idaho. Yeah, no one knows where that is and if they do they always come back with the question, "Why on earth would you ever live there" my response is "you should know well by now I'm a little crazy" well maybe that's not exactly what I say. I'm in this place to learn and grow. Yes, Idaho grows more than potatoes it grows people, and well that's about it not much else chooses to stick around and live here. Hmm having said that I should add that while I love to tease and harass this place, and even though the winters are frigid, strike that beyond frigid I've come to kinda like it here. I go to school at BYU-Idaho because it's tote's the best school in the world. haha but seriously it is a pretty amazing place. I guess the next question would be, "byu-idaho are you a MORMON?" mhmm. y-e-s I'm L-D-S, I do belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I am very much so Mormon. And it's something I've very passionate about and for now I'll leave it at that.

Hobbies, Hobbies, Hobbies. I'm a dabbler. I like to try things and to dabble and to stick my fingers into all sorts of different pies. I always feel slightly awkward when I talk about them. I have in NO ways master anything I find passion in, anything I use as a creative outlet, anything I do. Because the more you love and learn about something the more you learn that there is to learn and to seek out. The more you practice the better you get and the more you see the potential that you have. And so I dabble and try and move and learn I reside somewhere next to novice in all my past-times. I have mad, bad, wild dance fever. I love to swing, waltz, cha-cha, and quickstep. I long to learn tango. I'm a big time dabbler in photography, big big BIG time. Again, I emphasize: "Jack of all traits, master of none." Don't think too highly of me I still have vast amounts to learn. But I'm still pretty stoked about the Nikon I'm getting later this month. Oh yes, there will  be pictures and bloggage to cover this momentous event, have no fear. I like craft-ing. making small projects and I'd really like to try my hand at painting. I love arts where you get a little messy, with the intense push of modernization and graphic arts I hope that fingerpainting, glueing, molding and sculpting never truly fade away. I have a love-hate relationship with writing; poetry holds my fancy since I'm a busy college kid it's shorter making it easy to read between breaks of insanity and it's something to think back on and mentally play with and the same goes for writing it.  
What more could I say for a foundation blog post to help you get a basic idea of such a complex and always changing me. I like to monologue about my life (which is far more entertaining than reading it because you get to see my big hand gestures and hear the charming voices and tones I give the people in my stories) and tell ridiculous stories about my typical run of the mill life. I fervently believe that life is what you make of it and average is only a state of mind. While I may be one in a million with one in a million events happening day to day ask anyone who knows me and my life is defiantly an adventure. It's all in how you choose to look at it and see the world. I'm chronically positive. I don't believe in bad days, I simply believe in character building days. The smallest most unnoticeable things are what make me the happiest, smiles from strangers, not falling once during tree pose at balance yoga, a new favorite song on pandora, not falling in the ice, and letters. Oh how I LOVE snail mail. it's probably my favorite, instant daymaker. I think I'll end on that note. I could go on and on and uncover layer after layer and we still wouldn't quite know who I am more of what I like and what I do. People are like that it's hard to get to the bottom and say "OK. I know you inside and out" because the more you know the more you wonder. and as all things I'm always subject to change. So just try not to get too carree'd away.


Ps I'm not a fan of capital letters. just not a big fan. Except for I. I always looks better capital. but Carree looks better carree in my mind. just so you know.