I'm too tired to write anything coherent. Have go to sing to the froshies tonight. Am most displeased, although if John Irving is there it could be worth it.
I'm sick of high school drama. I want to go to college. But that means applying first...dammit.
I wrote a really long paper today and it was kind of incoherent. So there.
Must go get pretty for the pervy freshman boys. And their parents. Oh goody.

So they've screwed up and put schedules on Powerschool early again this year...go check yours (if you're curious) before they figure out what they've done. I have AP Bio and AP Lit + Comp (with Dennis Kennedy! *happy dance*) same term, which should be interesting, to say the least. I'm trying to figure out how I'm actually going to have time to do homework. Be prepared for sleepless zombie Carla, everybody. On the plus side, Les Freeman is my DL (and Emily's!), which is just fucking awesome, really.

Less than 2 days to SL training-ness, which should also be interesting. In a camping in the rain kind of way.

Oh, and my college list is fairly officially:
Amherst
Middlebury
Wesleyan
Skidmore
Bard
Clark
UMass-Amherst
if you're interested in the slightest. I feel like I'm the only person from our grade who's applying to any of these places, although I know I'm wrong. And does anyone else have the random new college counselor? Hope she's nice.

I need to switch over from summer-brain to school-brain, even though the summer-brain is a much happier place to be. *focuses on schooly stuff*

Oh, the quandry.

The Raconteurs and Bob Dylan are playing UMass Amherst November 15.

The issue? Unless I'm mistaken, that's right in the middle of finals week.

I need to see Jack White live before I die. (Or he does.)

My guilt complex is having a field day.

Stupid school.

(Maybe my teachers will assign papers instead of exams?)

List 3 of each:
Pet Peeves: nightly news, people talking on cell phones while driving, political discussions that go nowhere
Favorite Sounds: peepers, echoes, and romantic piano solos
Favorite Candy: good quality chocolate, cow tails, and M&Ms
Biggest Fears: failure, zombies, and emotional pain
Biggest Challenges: overcoming guilt, overzealousness, moodiness
Favorite Department Stores: nope.
Most Used Words: the, and, is
Favorite Pizza Toppings: eggplant, barbecued chicken, and feta cheese
Favorite Cartoon Characters: Uncle Duke (if he counts), Spiderman, and Jason Fox
Movies Recently Watched: (*feels pathetic* I actually had to go to Netflix because I couldn't remember) V for Vendetta, Shopgirl, The Matador
Favorite Fruits: strawberries, pineapple, and peaches
Favorite Vegetables: carrots, sweet potatoes, and spinach

I've reached the obsession point with colleges. Also, don't read the college counseling manual, whatever you do--but I'll bet I'm the only person who's read it anyway. Anyway, I've visited 2 colleges in the past week, Middlebury and Wesleyan, and liked them both. The people on my tour at Middlebury were disturbingly uber-preppy--everyone in polos and khakis and loafers and that horrid prep school haircut. (You know the one I mean.) And they were all from Greenwich. One girl was wearing a madras skirt and carrying her matching madras purse. However, the campus was beautiful and there was a living roof on one of the dining halls and their English program is fabulous, blah blah. On the way back we somehow wound up in New York state. My mother kept saying, "Where *is* this town? It's not on the map!" Then we saw the sign, "Welcome to Vermont."

Wesleyan was less eventful. Our tour guide was a white guy who'd lived in Lebanon but who now lives in South Carolina; he's majoring in Psychology and Feminist studies (with a concentration in black women's studies). My interviewer drew my attention to the Wesleyan crest and said, "There are 5 seashells. Why the hell do they need so many seashells?" I hate interviews. Wesleyan also has 2 secret societies, 2 fraternities, and 2 anti-fraternities. And a really fucking beautiful library, with many creepy portraits. It reminded me of Schauffler

I know you don't care. But I don't care that you don't care. And I love you all dearly.

1. Taken a picture naked? no

2. Painted your room? yes

3. Made out with a member of the same sex? no

4. Drove a car? yes

5. Danced in front of your mirror? yes

6. Have a crush? yes

7. Been dumped? yes

8. Stole money from a friend? no

9. Gotten in a car with people you just met? no

10. Been in a fist fight? no

11. Snuck out of your house? no

12. Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back? yes

13. Been arrested? no

14. Made out with a stranger? no

15. Met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? yes

16. Left your house with out telling your parents? no

17. Had a crush on your neighbor? yes

18. Ditched school to do something more fun? no

19. Slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? yes

20. Seen someone die? no

21. Been on a plane? yes

22. Kissed a picture? yes

23. Slept in until 3? no

24. Love someone or miss someone right now? yes

25. Laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? yes

26. Made a snow angel? yes

27. Played dress up? yes

28. Cheated while playing a game? yes

29. Been lonely? yes

30. Fallen asleep at work/school? no

31. Been to a club? no

32. Felt an earthquake? yes

33. Touched a snake? no

34. Ran a red light? no

35. Been suspended from school? no

36. Had detention? no

37. Been in a car accident? no

38. Hated the way you look? yes

39. Witnessed a crime? no

40. Pole danced? no

41. Been lost? yes

42. Been to the opposite side of the country? no

43. Felt like dying? yes

44. Cried yourself to sleep? yes

46. Sang karaoke? yes

47. Done something you told yourself you wouldn't? yes

48. Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? yes

49. Caught a snowflake on your tongue? yes

50. Kissed in the rain? yes

51. Sang in the shower? yes

52. Made love in a park? no

53. Had a dream that you married someone? yes

54. Glued your hand to something? no

55. Got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? no

56. Ever gone to school partially naked? no

57. Been a cheerleader? no

58. Sat on a roof top? no

59. Didn't take a shower for a week? no

60. Ever too scared to watch scary movies alone? yes

61. Played chicken? yes

62. Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? yes

63. Been told you're hot by a complete stranger? yes

64. Broken a bone? no

65. Been easily amused? yes

66. Laugh so hard you cry? yes

67. Mooned/flashed someone? no

68. Cheated on a test? no

69. Forgotten someone's name? yes

70. Slept naked? yes

71. Gone skinny dipping in a pool? no

73. Blacked out from drinking? no

74. Played a prank on someone? yes

75. Gone to a late night movie? no

76. Made love to anything not human? no

77. Failed a class? no

78. Choked on something you're not supposed to eat? no

79. Played an instrument for more than 10 hours? no

80. Cheated on a girl/boyfriend? no

81. Did you celebrate the 4th of July? yes

82. Thrown strange objects? yes

83. Felt like killing someone? yes

84. Felt like running away? yes

85. Ran away? no

86. Did drugs? no

87. Had detention and not attend it? no

89. Made a parent cry? yes

90. Cried over someone? yes

91. Owned more than 5 sharpies? no

92. Dated someone more than once? yes

93. Had/Have a dog? yes

95. Own an instrument? yes

96. Been in a band? no

97. Drank 25 sodas in a day? no

98. Broken a CD? yes

99. Shot a gun? yes

100. Had feelings for one of your best/good friends? yes

The Middle East is going to hell, as if it wasn't already--

It's 97 or so degrees out and in ten years we will have gone past the tipping point for global warming--

There was a tsunami in Indonesia and hundreds of people have died (and nobody cares)--

Bush is still president--

The media kowtows to Bush at every opportunity--

14,000 Iraqis have been killed in the first 7 months of 2006--

The Big Dig is falling in and killing people too--

My grandmother is scary racist and my grandfather is probably addicted to painkillers--

But I got a 5 on my AP US exam so life's okay.

CU R R E N T
[ Mood ] sunburned
[ Music ] The Beatles
[ Taste ] strawberries
[ Make-up ] chap stick
[ Hair ] loose
[ favorite article of clothinq] skirts
[ Annoyance ] ugliness
[ Current Smell ] lawnmower
[ favorite words/sayinqs] Lolita, faire une piqnique, "Rock and Roll is a prostitute--it should be tarted up." ~ Velvet Goldmine, prolix, pernicious
[ Favorite Group ] Snow Patrol or Coldplay
[ Book you're reading ] A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man--James Joyce
[ CD in CD Player] "DIzzy Up the Girl," Goo Goo Dolls
[ Color Of Toenails ] toenail.
[ Refreshment ] water
[ Worry ] boys, airports, and college (not necessarily in that order.)
-L A S T. P E R S O N-
[ You Touched ] Mom
[ You Talked to ] Mom
[ You Hugged ] Mom
[ You Instant messaged ] Emily
[ You Yelled At ] Mom
[ You Kissed ] Harlin
-W H O. D O. Y O U. W A N T. T O-
[ Kill ] George Bush
[ Slap ] oh, don't even get me started...
[ Get Really Wasted With ] Grace Chang
[ Get High With ] Kim Jong Il
[ Look Like] Scarlet Johannsen (sp?)
-D O. Y O U .E V E R-
[sit on the internet all night waiting for someone special to I.M. you?] yes
[save aol/aim conversations] no
[cried because of someone saying something to you] oh yes
-D O .Y O U / / A R E .Y O U-
[smoke cigarettes] no
[obsessive] yes
[could u live witHout the computer?] yes
[color ur hair. ] yes
[habla espanol] no
[how many peeps are on ur buddylist?] 24, and yes, I know I'm pathetic
[drink alchohol?] only when I'm in France
[like watching sunrises or sunset] yes
[what hurts the most? physical pain or emotional pain] emotional
[of times i have had my heart broken? ] 2
[of hearts broken? ] none...but not sure.
[of guys I have kissed?:] 3
[of scars on my body?:] 3 or more
[of things in my past that I regret?:] many
- L A S T. T H I N G S-
[last word you said] can't remember
[last song you sang] something from "1776"
[last thing you laughed at] House, last night
[last time you said 'i love you'] last night
[last time you cried] Friday at the end of "The Notebook"
- P R E S E N T-
[what color socks are you wearinq] naked feet!
[favorite place to be ] hammock on a sunny day
[least favorite place] Logan airport
[strong in mind or strong in body] mind
[time you wake up in the morninq] between 6:30 and 9, depends if I'm working or not
[favorite color] violet
[do you believe in an afterlife] no hell, just something like heaven
[how tall are you] 5’6"
[favorite season] spring
[one person you wish was here riqht now] Barbara
[favorite day] my birthday
[under bed] old binders from classes and other crap
[time it is now] 1:30:15 p.m.
- F U T U R E-
[you want to qrow up to] do something worthwhile
[ideal job] professor of English/fiction writer
[you want to live] somewhere green
[number of children you want] 1
[kind of car] have one already

Life hasn't been too interesting lately--picking strawberries, playing Chopin, etc. However, the French vacation countdown is now at 19 days. Today I got to wander that monument of American consumerism, the mall, in search of clothes appropriate for a) the weather on the French Riviera and b) my grandfather's antique idea that everyone should be in formal dress at all times. Not so much of an issue for me, although I did buy some capris and shirts and stuff. (Plus a holographic belt, which is actually quite nifty.)

No, the real issue was finding polo shirts for my dad, who is disturbingly underweight and therefore has to buy clothes meant for teenage boys. I actually had some insight into the teenage boy mindset today, looking at the marketing that's aimed at them. I also discovered that guy clothes are way much more fun; at least, that's how it seemed to me. Almost bought a pinstriped fedora but decided against it on the grounds that I'd never wear it anywhere. Also, my dad was being un-fun and refused to buy anything but neutral-colored polos. I was really looking forward to putting him in orange or pink or something. Alas.

Now my feet really hurt. On the plus side, I learned something about American consumerism. On the minus side, that's some pretty depressing stuff--namely, if you make 1,000 of the exact same polo shirt and spread them among 8 or 10 stores, people will buy one of each just for the f*cking label. Also, the whole Starbucks-in-a-Barnes&Noble thing scares me a little. Trying to create the intimate coffee house and bookstore arrangement out of two monster chains is pretty pathetic. And people buy right into it. No wonder nobody bothers to vote for president.

(Although, I imagine if they made it so that you could vote for president/governor/whatever by cell phone or the internet, people might actually take the time to do it. And maybe even care a little. Maybe.)

Happy Father's Day.