tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89026052024-03-07T17:07:08.201-06:00Running with CarrieCarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1156219774361777382006-08-21T23:02:00.000-05:002006-08-21T23:09:34.376-05:00UpdateNew Things:<br /><br />- Tomorrow I start school<br />- American Idol auditions were today and I was too chicken to go<br />- Still working at Brio and this will be the first time that I work and go to school at the same time<br />- I am having anxiety over parking on campus...<br />- I should have called my sister at least a week ago to see how her class is going :(<br />- I watched the Fantasia Barrino story on Lifetime tonight<br />- In my new apartment officially now<br />- Tentatively have decided to do the full Mercedes Marathon in February this time... we'll see...<br />- My little beta fish is over a YEAR old now<br />- I am horrible at keeping up this blog<br />- I was stupid and signed up for ANOTHER 8:00 class so I have to go to bed nowCarriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1149100640640985472006-05-31T13:21:00.000-05:002006-05-31T13:37:20.810-05:00Graduation, Cats, and FishMy brother graduates high school!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/graduation%20007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/graduation%20007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Craig gets recognized for his academic achievements! Woooo! Smart kid.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/graduation%20016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/graduation%20016.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Craig is fixing to get his diploma.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/graduation%20018.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/graduation%20018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My roommate got a new kitty! How CUTE!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/graduation%20001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/graduation%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I actually caught this fish. No lie. Well, Zac helped me reel it in. But it's my fish. It was crazy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/lake%20004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/lake%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1148832197160856872006-05-28T10:44:00.000-05:002006-05-28T11:03:17.226-05:00School's out for summer!!!Yes, I have completed my second year of college. The most important thing that I have learned this year is that college is a special time in a person's life that must be appreciated. Think about it: you are semi-independent, yet still financially supported, you only have to go to class a maximum of 3 hours a day, and you only get stressed out about once a month when exams happen. It's a magical time that should be cherished.<br /><br />In other news, I am now working as a hostess at Brio Tuscan Grill, an Italian restaurant by Brookwood Mall. The most important thing I have learned from working as a hostess is to never complain about a table that the host takes me to. Hosts have rotations that they follow to ensure that every server gets an equal amount of tables. Come on people, it's just a table. The food tastes the same no matter where you sit.<br /><br />I have officially learned how to broil now. Zac and I have been experimenting with the concept on steaks and pork chops seeing as we do not have a grill. We have also been experimenting with different types of seasoning and marinade as a result of watching the food network at least one to two hours a day. Oh my god, what happens to people when they grow up?<br /><br />Speaking of growing up, my brother graduated high school two days ago. Crazy. I took a million pictures, which I'd like to post, especially for Kate. However, Zac decided he has the cooler computer so we are using his right now. And I can't make it do ANYTHING I want it to do. Big surprise. So whenever Zac figures it out, they will be posted. If not, I am coming in a few days anyway Kate!!!<br /><br />Wooooooooo!Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1143065999706628132006-03-22T15:53:00.000-06:002006-03-22T16:25:23.086-06:00To Mr. Zac TerrellOkay Mr. Internet, here's the deal. A certain someone is very agitated that I have yet to formally introduce you to him so this whole blog entry is dedicated to one of the most important and special people in my life.<br /><br />Here is my very cute and very sweet and very lovable boyfriend, Zac.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/boyfriend%20005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/boyfriend%20005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>He is a very smart fellow, who graduated salutatorian of his high school class!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/boyfriend%20006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/boyfriend%20006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Zac and I have been dating a little over four months. And in the summer when I get my apartment, he is going to buy me a kitty! :)<br /><br />Zac's good for all kinds of stuff. Like when I don't want to study and I say, "Nooooo, I don't want to study!" He looks at me and says, "No American Idol till you study." And boom, the studying's done. And when the stupid girls at my old job made me cry, he said, "They are just jealous that you are so pretty." Hah! How awesome is that? He is a very good snuggler, and he eats whatever I put in front of him whenever I am in the mood to try some cooking experiments.<br /><br />All in all, he is the perfect guy really. So here's to you Zac Terrell. You are the bestest. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/boyfriend%20011.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/boyfriend%20011.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1140380807857861322006-02-19T13:55:00.000-06:002006-02-19T14:31:45.433-06:00Valentine's and Other Related ItemsMy favorite day ever just happened: VALENTINE'S DAY!!!<br /><br />Of course this meant that I must go all out and buy pretty things like a nice table cloth and pretty candle holders. I even attempted to cook for real. I made chicken stir fry and it was good and I freaked out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/boyfriend%20024.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/boyfriend%20024.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I guess this means that I am getting old, because I am very excited about things like cooking food that actually tastes good, and making tables look pretty. I also bought Zac a cookie cake and then I ate about 75% of it myself.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/boyfriend%20025.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/boyfriend%20025.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Then I made Zac pose by all of his Valentine stuff, because I am a girl and we make guys do that kind of stuff. He was very cooperative about the whole process and never got impatient with me when I asked him about 47 times in two minutes if he liked what I cooked. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/boyfriend%20023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/boyfriend%20023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In other news, I didn't get the Homevestors job, but I did go on another interview with Warren Averett, a CPA firm. I'm actually starting to feel more comfortable with interviews, but I will probably always hate them due to my innate fear of anything stranger related. My sister understands this best, as we both clam up, avert our eyes, and begin to stutter in any situation that involves talking to someone that we are not familiar with, whether it be people who work in stores, hairstylists, or hostesses in restaurants. <br /><br />I actually did feel more prepared for this one however, and things were going well until the subject of my GPA came up. "The only thing that I am concerned about with you, Carrie, is that you have a 4.0." Yes, that is what she said. Apparently people who have 4.0's tend to have trouble with detail work and getting things done on time because they are such perfectionists that it takes them awhile to get started. Yeah, I was definately caught off guard and pretty much speechless. So yeah.<br /><br />Classes are going well. I have had almost all of my first tests in each class, and it looks like another good semester. But right now, I'm not sure if that's even a good thing! <br /><br />Also, I ran my first half marathon on Sunday, February 12 here in Birmingham. I ran it in a little under two hours, which is approximately a 9 minute mile. I finished 7th out of 38 people in my age group, and 196th out of 1084 women overall. So it wasn't too bad. It was also about 29 degrees outside. I had EIGHT friends come see me plus my mom, so I was quite shocked about that. Because seriosly, it was 7:00 in the morning and it was 29 DEGREES outside. <br /><br />So I feel loved right now and happy about classes and unhappy about classes and still a little sore. But overall, things are good.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1138209252114440552006-01-25T11:01:00.000-06:002006-01-25T11:14:12.183-06:00Feeling StressedI am a little tightly wound stressball as of the moment. I recently discovered in my bank statement that the store where I returned two of my books took out $113 from my account instead of putting it in. So now I am $226 short in my checking account. $226 is a lot for me. It may not be for some people, but that is my hard earned money from this summer. What makes it worse is that I knew that it happened when I was in the store, but when I asked about it the girl just cocked an attitude and said that it was right. And I just didn't say anything. I knew, and I didn't say anything. <br /><br />Also, I haven't heard about the job at all, which is making me feel uncomfortable and sad and self-concious all at once. She's supposed to call either way, but as the days progress, my hopes get dimmer and dimmer. <br /><br />My computer class is probably the most stressful thing as of the moment. We've had a couple of lab days. Our teacher phrased it as such: "We have lab tomorrow. If you need to finish your homework, you can do it there." So Carrie thinks, "Wow, I'm done with my homework. I don't need to stay." Yeah. So I feel like a complete idiot, because everyone's been doing practice tests in lab, and getting help for the real test that I am going to have to take in two days! And I just feel so stupid, because I really should've figured that out. I really don't know anything about computers at all. I'm such a perfectionist about my grades, and I would just be so angry to have this stupid class mess it up.<br /><br />Mostly, I have just turned into a really big girl about everything lately. And there is just no cure for that.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1137691414466924692006-01-19T11:07:00.000-06:002006-01-19T11:26:16.836-06:00Some New Things<ol> </ol> <ul> </ul> <ol> <li>I am in the process of training for the Mercedes Half Marathon in Feb. And yes, that is 13.1 miles. My crazy father talked me into it. To date, I have worked my way up to 9 miles at about an 8:45 minute per mile pace. I'm hoping to run it at about an 8:30 pace, but I'll be happy if I just finish it. So, kids, it's Feb 12 at like 7:00 in downtown B'ham. Be there.</li> <li>I am going to apply for a summer leadership programs for the Big Four CPA firms this summer. Each company will hold about a two to three day workshop where they look for interns for next summer.</li> <li>I will try to get an internship next summer with one of the Big Four. If I get it I will be making between 13 and 20 dollars an hour, maybe more than 20 in some cases.</li> <li>I am currently in the process of trying to get a job with Homevestors here in Birmingham. I will enter information into Quickbooks, answer phones, and basically anything else. I'm still waiting anxiously for other people to be interviewed. I should know later on this week or next week. I am very nervous. I don't like competition.</li> <li>I had a pretty horrible Christmas break because I had to work with icky people. </li> <li>My hair's getting long again. </li> <li>I am in love with spin class and my spin teacher Monica. She is amazing.</li> <li>My roommate and I are getting an apartment next year, because I can't even walk in my room and I am ready to be a grown up. It sounds fun.</li> <li>I bought a bunch of "professional looking clothes," because, if things go according to plan, I might actually need them one day.</li> <li>Professional looking clothes are very grown up and fun.</li> </ol> <ul> </ul> <ol> </ol>Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1132682500603131522005-11-22T11:33:00.000-06:002005-11-22T12:32:42.140-06:00In Which I Fail as a Girl and Totally Admit That I Cannot ShopA recent conversation with my friend Jason:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jason</span><span style="font-style: italic;">:</span> "Do you want to come with me to Brookwood Mall to take back a shirt?"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Carrie</span><span style="font-style: italic;">:</span> "Only if you promise that I don't have to shop myself."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jason</span><span style="font-style: italic;">: </span>"Why don't you want to shop?"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Carrie</span><span style="font-style: italic;">:</span> "Because those helper people harrass and intimidate me."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jason</span><span style="font-style: italic;">: </span>"They are only there to help!"<br /><br />So Jason takes me to one of the most expensive stores in the mall, where I proceed to nonchalantly attempt to pick out jeans. I had barely begun to look when I was bombarded with a shaggy-haired, holey-jeaned high school boy asking if I need help. "No, I'm just looking." I don't really think anyone who wasn't mentally disabled would need help <span style="font-style: italic;">looking </span>for clothes. Then I was pounced upon by another shaggy clone upon exiting the dressing room who wanted to know whether or not I was ready to check out. But I wasn't ready to check out. I was still <span style="font-style: italic;">looking</span>. Then I was attacked with the original future abercrombie model in training asking yet again, "Do you need help?"<br /><br />"NO I am just LOOKING!"<br /><br />Oh my god.<br /><br />I was afraid to move on to shirts for fear that I would actually be physically assaulted. So I quickly purchased my two pairs of jeans and bolted for the door, where the words"Bye, have a nice day!" rang in my ears.<br /><br />I have yet to figure out why I am completely socially retarded. That, combined with my limited knowledge of the fashion world, makes me a pathetic excuse for a girl.<br /><br />P.S. Another conversation that I overheard in the dressing room:<br /> <br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Whiney Girl</span><span style="font-style: italic;">:</span> "But these one's just don't fit me right. I definately need to try a zero!"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Boy/Boyfriend</span><span style="font-style: italic;">: </span>"They look fine!"<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Whiney Girl</span><span style="font-style: italic;">:</span> "No, I definately need to try a zero. And it probably needs to be long. Do you think that zeros come in long?"<br /><br />So Carrie almost got arrested for bolting through a dressing room door to beat up a tall skinny model changing next to her. Just shut up and wear your one, because honey you could be me in the next stall trying on a five short.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1131651679243126132005-11-10T13:40:00.000-06:002005-11-10T13:41:19.256-06:00Feeling BadHurting someone is the worst feeling in the entire world.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1131583790003500332005-11-09T20:51:00.000-06:002005-11-09T18:49:50.056-06:00BoredYes, it has been awhile. And I'd like to say that it is because I've been doing fabulous and exciting things and just haven't managed to find the time to update my poor little blog. But that is actually the farthest from the truth. Truthfully, I've been bored, lazy, and slacking in school. But eh, who doesn't get into those slumps? <br /><br />I have decided to declare accounting as my major. It's strange though, because when I tell people I get the same reaction that I did when I told people what college I was going to. They just sort of scratch their heads and give me a puzzling look. However, I am firmly set as of this five minutes that I will make a fabulous accountant and someday I will make tons of money.<br /><br />Tonight I will probably watch my fishy swim around in his little fishy bowl and maybe eat a cracker or two. I might flip through the channels and watch Friends and Sex in the City. And I will probably definitely be thinking that I am going to get so lost when my mom comes to Birmingham on Saturday and I must meet her for lunch. <br /><br />Maybe I need a job to fill up all of this extra downtime I've been experiencing.<br /><br />Hahahaha. That was a joke.<br /><br />But really, my brain has turned to mush. Can anyone help?Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1129849438355612732005-10-20T20:05:00.000-05:002005-10-20T18:03:58.363-05:00Carrie Throws a FitHEY DOES ANYONE READ THIS ANYMORE?!? <br /><br />I know I only have, like, three dedicated readers anyway, but that in NO way gives you an excuse to quit leaving comments.<br /><br />Geez.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1129604135524464672005-10-17T23:57:00.000-05:002005-10-17T21:56:11.613-05:00In Which I Admit to Being a Groupie, and Dude, I'm Totally Not Ashamed So Back Off Would You?I tend to frequent Workplay quite often to support the struggling artists in the local area that are just trying to make it in the big bad music industry. Most of my visits are just a chance to relax and enjoy some good music. Nothing more and nothing less. Then, one late September evening, a typical visit to my favorite spot in town changed my life.<br /><br />I met my future husband.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/Sam%20Thacker%20and%20Ladies.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/Sam%20Thacker%20and%20Ladies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sam Thacker, from the moment you looked down into my eyes from the stage, with that sexy sexy guitar in your hands, I just knew it was meant to be.<br /><br />Will you marry me?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/Illegal%20Parking%20003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/Illegal%20Parking%20003.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Look I even bought a shirt. And it can totally be changed to say <span style="font-style: italic;">Mrs</span>. Sam Thacker once we are married. How CUTE is that?<br /><br />Okay, seriously Sam, when should we set the date?Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1128491805507007602005-10-05T02:57:00.000-05:002005-10-05T00:56:45.563-05:00The Magic Answer is Chewy Granola Bars Of CourseI took a super huge accounting test today. We only have three tests in there, so it was pretty important. I have decided that I like accounting and could possibly want to major in it. I have two requirements for my future job:<br /><ol> <li>I want to make a lot of money.</li> <li>I want to wear a suit or business clothes every day.</li> </ol> Accounting has a lot of potential to fill my requirements. Some of you may think that I am not taking the whole "decide your whole life thing" seriously enough. But when you are perhaps the most indecisive person on the planet, you tend to go to crazy lengths to actually make a decision. I mean, I decided to go to UAB because I liked the freshman dorm, and <span style="font-style: italic;">that </span>worked<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>out. If I can make a random choice about a college, why not a career? <br /><br />I have been having a lot of trouble with the whole "timeline" of events that are supposed to occur when a person reaches my approximate age. I feel like I am being forced to make decisions that I am not mature enough to make just because this is the typical age that people expect you to make these decisions. I really don't know what else I would do if I weren't in college. I can't just hang out and do nothing. And God forbid if I ever have to work at a mediocre waitressing job again. But still, I feel so pressured and rushed. I am a little scared of commitment in general. It seems like a wonderful idea to be certain of people and events in your life, and I am quite sure that I will want it someday. But now I look back on so many failed ideas and failed relationships. I have gone from wanting to be a pharmacist, to nursing, to psychology, to pre-law. During that time, it was right for me. The feeling of "rightness" felt completely real. How do I know that this feeling of rightness will not pass? How many times can I be so certain of something before I change my mind once again? When will I experience the <span style="font-style: italic;">real </span>feeling of rightness?<br /><br />Enough soul-searching questions for one night. I have yet another test tomorrow to study for. And I'm totally mad because really how unfair is it to have a test TWO days in a row? Gosh, how mistreated I am by my professors! <br /><br />P.S. I have unfortunately gotten into the habit of eating when I am supposed to be studying. I will take random breaks to get food just to have an excuse not to study. Tonight, I binge-ate <span style="font-style: italic;">three </span>chewy chocolate chip granola bars to distract me from my psychopathology and culture test tomorrow. And that was just for dessert. <br /><br />I am even amazed at that procrastination skill.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1128317131843763482005-10-03T02:25:00.000-05:002005-10-03T00:25:33.610-05:00Some Things You Just Can't ChangeYou know you are a band nerd when:<br /><br /><ul> <li>You make a special trip home from college for your high school football game, not to watch the team, but rather to watch the band.<br /></li> <li>The first thing you do is analyze the flag uniforms and decide that the skirt is too long and those heels are completely stupid, but overall the design and color are relatively nice.</li> <li>You get completely excited when it is finally half-time.<br /></li> <li>You still go visit the band members beside the stadium during the third quarter after they are done with their show, even though you have been through with band going on two years now.<br /></li> <li>You get pretty nostalgic after the game when you think of all of the practices, bus rides, girlfriend/boyfriend/friend drama... the list goes on....<br /></li> <li>You spend a Saturday watching a band competition for fun.<br /></li> <li>You then spend the next Sunday talking about which bands were good and which ones just didn't quite cut it.</li> </ul><br /><br />Band nerds everywhere: you know what I'm talking about. Don't even pretend to be ashamed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/BRHS%20band1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/BRHS%20band1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />BRHS band: you rock my socks off.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1127794255199353692005-09-27T01:11:00.000-05:002005-09-26T23:10:55.243-05:00Greek Section is Like Totally StupidSo, yeah, like I totally always make fun of the Greek section at football games. I mean, not only do they dress up in really hot and uncomfortable nice clothes, but they also stand the <span style="font-style: italic;">entire </span>time. It makes a lot of sense, doesn't it?<br /><br />So when my friend Leighann called me and asked me to come to an Alabama game with her and sit with her new "friend" in the Greek section so that we have to dress up and be pretty, naturally I said, "Okay!"<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/bamagame%200013.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/bamagame%200013.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It was stifling hot. That dress I was squeezed into was even more stifling.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/bamagame%20002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/bamagame%20002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Johnny C and Leighann!!! :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/bamagame%20004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/bamagame%20004.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was my view. So many people. It was considerably different from UAB games. The weather was nice for the entire game, but as soon as fourth quarter was over the hurricane hit with blowing winds and gusty rains. We managed to take cover under a fellow tailgater's tent who kept us amused by drunkenly shouting, "Wet t-shirt contest!" to all of the sorority girl passers-by who were being drenched in the rain. After coming to the conclusion that the rain would not blow over for awhile, we decided to make a sprint to the car to end the day's festivities. I sat very wet, but satisfied as I contemplated the day's events in the car. It was a fun game with fun friends. <br /><br />And as we drove out of sight a faint "wet t-shirt contest" could be heard through the wind in the distance.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1127719711929627202005-09-26T03:01:00.000-05:002005-09-26T18:18:01.366-05:00In Which I Slowly Lose My MindHere it is at 1:03 am and I am definitely only halfway through with a super huge take home test for American Lit. Yes, I am so very very bad. I had a pretty interesting weekend. I went to the Alabama game with my friend Leighann and was going to dedicate an entry to that with pictures and everything. But alas, my computer is being weird about pictures. Imagine my computer being weird? I shall have to save that entry for a day when my computer decides to get along better with me.<br /><br />To change subjects entirely, I normally never watch the news because I am convinced that the media has too much power and could very easily manipulate what we see and therefore what we believe. It may be a stretch, but sometimes I become exceedingly convinced that the media actually forms the perception of reality that they know will increase ratings (i.e. violence, drugs, sex) and then proceeds to feed it into viewers until the line between actual reality and the more exciting version becomes increasingly blurred. The problem with my views, however, is that there actually is a lot of crazy shit going on now, what with wars and natural disasters and all. It probably would do me a lot of good to learn about what is going on in the world that I live in. But every time I watch the news, I just get really scared that the world is falling apart and we are all going to die. So the point of this is that as I was running in the rec center this afternoon, I couldn't help but watch some CNN coverage on one of the televisions. And as I watched the homeless roam the streets in the cities devasted by the hurricanes and the soldiers that died in a recent helicopter crash in Iraq, I did get really scared that the world is going to fall apart and that I am going to die. And I renewed my goal to never watch news.<br /><br />But that does remind me that there is a lot of movies that I want to see. Even though I'm not such a big fan of all of the real life stuff that's going on right now, I am a ginormous fan of make believe. Maybe it's because my life has always involved a lot of make believe. I had such an imagination as a child that my fantasies would sometimes escape in vocalized conversation. This habit of talking to myself often resulted in several threats to be taken to a therapist when caught by my mother, but the more positive aspects included a greater appreciation of make belive and increasing attributes of creativity.<br /><br />I must get started on my paper, because really this is pathetic. I will never graduate if I don't learn to start on papers before 1:00 in the morning. But perhaps I am being overdramatic due to the fact that everything seems more serious at this early time. A rational person would hardly assume that I was in danger of not graduating because I procrastinated on one paper my sophomore year.<br /><br />So, I guess I'm in pretty bad shape people because not only do I think that the world is going to fall apart and I am going to die, but I talk to myself and never graduate in the process. Man, I really do need someone to take care of me, because I'm totally sucking at this.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1127200309797322442005-09-20T04:11:00.000-05:002005-09-20T02:15:18.740-05:00Thoughts That Occur When Your Roommate Keeps You Up Until 2:11 AM On A Monday Night Because She Is Entertaining a Male Friend in the Living RoomOkay, so I retract my statement about boys being "icky [turd] faces." Tonight, a very nice boy/friend took me out to eat after our test in Developmental Psychology. He is truly the one boy that I have been able to stay strictly friends with due to his ability to actually listen to me, as opposed to others who pause while looking me up and down to mumble "uh yeah" in answer to my questions . In the year since I have known him, he has not once made any advances physically, but has merely enjoyed my company. In fact, he so blatanly and obviously wants to remain strictly friends that I have, on occasion, gotten slightly upset that he is not attracted to me. Nevertheless, it is nice to have a boy enjoy me for my intellectual attributes and personality. Every girl should find someone to fill this role. Too often, girls mistake physical attraction for personality attraction. Girls want to feel as though they are captivating, not just beautiful. Oftentimes, if a girl has never found the person that makes her feel captivating, she settles for the one that makes her feel beautiful. But when you find a person that enjoys you for the person that you are, it makes an incredible difference in determining relationships that are healthy as opposed to those that are harmful. And even though he will always remain only my friend, he has given me incredible insight in the way that I should be viewed by the opposite sex and has set the standard for anyone that I may choose to enter into relationships with.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1126984728750323052005-09-17T04:19:00.000-05:002005-09-17T15:04:33.750-05:00BOYS! EHHHH!So, my friends and I recently had a girls' night out because we have all come to the conclusion that boys are icky terd faces, and we have more fun without them. We decided to go see a Michael Warren concert.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/Michael%20Warren%20and%20the%20girls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/Michael%20Warren%20and%20the%20girls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Look at those hott ladies. What a lucky man Michael is to have four of the lovliest girls on his arms.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/Close%20up%20Leighann%2C%20Jessica%2C%20and%20Carrie1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/Close%20up%20Leighann%2C%20Jessica%2C%20and%20Carrie1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Leighann and Jessica always know how to have fun and make me smile!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/1600/B%27ham%20girls%20-%20Heather%2C%20Julie%2C%20and%20Carrie.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4483/626/320/B%27ham%20girls%20-%20Heather%2C%20Julie%2C%20and%20Carrie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The new roommate even came for the festivities!<br /><br />All in all, it was a fun night and highly recommended. And there weren't any boys to stink up my fun. The end.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1126813360012681142005-09-15T16:43:00.000-05:002005-09-15T14:51:32.686-05:00The Requirements of Being a NerdToday I got a "practice paper" back in philosophy that served the purpose of teaching us the grading style of our professor before we had a real assignment due. BUT THEN he totally throws in a twist today by allowing us to count this grade for our first paper if we so choose. THEN he builds the suspense by stating that "two of you will take me up on this offer." So now I am completely on the edge of my seat staring at the pile of papers that contain my fate. One by one, the papers are returned to their writers. And just as anticipation climaxes, my name is called.<br /><br />Don't you just freakin hate how professors always put your grade on the <span style="font-style: italic;">last page</span>!!!<br /><br />So naturally enough, after frantically thumbing through the pages to the end, I find myself in the elite two (assuming that this means the two who would take him upon his offer made A's). I sit back with smug satisfaction and look around the room at the fifty or so classmates that comprised my competition. Yeah, they never stood a chance.<br /><br />This is what makes you a nerd, by the way.<br /><br />Also, a recent conversation with my friend Jason:<br /><br />Jason: "Let's skip class today. Come on, he hasn't started yet. Let's just go."<br />Carrie: "WHAT? No!"<br />Jason: "Come on, he never talks about anything in the book. Come on, let's go. He's fixing to start."<br />Carrie: "No. What if he says something important? I'm scared."<br />Jason: "Right now. Last chance."<br />Carrie: "Ummm...."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*Professor begins to teach*<br /></span>Jason: "Well now you've waited too long."<br />Carrie: "I'm sorry!!!"Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1126641906332506212005-09-13T17:05:00.000-05:002005-09-13T17:52:13.773-05:00And Then the Clouds Opened and a Beautiful Computer Geek Nerd Angel Descended Unto Carrie's Dorm Room to Fix Her Retarded ComputerMy computer has been fixed for five good days with no complications so far. Hooray! A friend of a friend completed this magical task for me. I felt so bad that he took about two hours of his time to fix the computer of a technologically stupid girl that he had never met before that I decided to compensate him for his efforts. Cash was out of the question, because I hardly know what that looks like anymore. So I made him a pan of brownies instead, which I consider a relatively fair trade. I mean, I would work two hours for some brownies definitely. With the horrible waitressing experience this summer, the complete and utter lack of any kind of technological knowledge, and the mere fact that I get lost EVERY single time I try to drive, I have begun to realize that I have never had and will never have common sense. This is the reason why I will have to get married right away. I just can't function on my own. I'm just too stupid.<br /><br />While we are on the subject of marriage, I have started to experience some swiftly changing thoughts in that area. I always assumed that I would get married straight out of college when I was younger. The idea that you will meet your husband in college, get married, get a job, and start a family is spoonfed into little girls from the moment that they watch their first Disney movie and play with their first barbies. I was no different. But as the years pass and college graduation shifts from being a distant dream to a reality in the near future, I have found that I am still very much a child. Marriage is such a mature decision to make. It is just way too grown up for me.<br /><br />In other news, I know now that I <span style="font-style: italic;">hate </span>philosophy. With a passion. Period. There are arguments supporting arguments which oppose other arguments and so on and so forth. At the end of the day, you have talked yourself into a circle and still have not come to a conclusion. YOU STILL DON'T KNOW THE ANSWER. And you will never know the answer. What's the point? What a waste of time.<br /><br />The boyfriend has informed me that I have a bad attitude about life in general. I haven't decided whether this is something that I need to work on, or something that defines who I am as a person and needs not to be tampered with. If I do have a bad attitude, it is only because I know what I want and what makes me happy and I do not want to waste my time otherwise. In other words, I put up with very little bs. This is a good thing, because I don't get taken advantage of. However, it is very easy to go overboard hating the world sometimes. I don't want to be viewed as nutso. I don't think it's my fault anyway that I am not very optimistic about the world or its people. To use the psychodynamic approach, I just consider my initial distrust and immediate disliking of people a result of being picked on at daycare. Stupid playground bullies.<br /><br />I am not going to start my first round of tests until next week, so I am super excited about taking this week pretty easy. I will start by settling in with cheesecake tonight and watching the newest episode of the Real World where they get to go camping. I am just dying to find out if Mel and Danny are able to work out their differences and also if the kiss between Wes and Johanna is going to make them feel awkward.<br /><br />It's going to be incredibly exciting.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1126051535704938482005-09-06T21:05:00.000-05:002005-09-06T19:05:35.710-05:00Did I Mention Evil Computers?Okay, so here's the deal: my computer doesn't work again. It probably won't ever work again. So I lied last entry. Sorry.<br /><br />Also, my car got broken into by someone either very rushed or very stupid. See, here's the thing people. I live in the middle of downtown Birmingham. Downtown Birmingham = the ghetto. Because I <em>know</em> that I live in the middle of the ghetto, I tend to shy away from leaving anything of financial or sentimental value in my car. In fact, I don't leave anything at all in my car. I don't even leave a cd player to be stolen because the face of it comes off and is tucked away in my room with me at all times. Now, an intelligent person would assume that if another person were to attempt to break into just one vehicle in a parking lot full of cars to obtain something of value, he/she would take enough time to make certain that the said vehicle would obviously have something worth breaking a window (that is worth two hundred and two dollars in damage) for.<br /><br />THERE IS NOTHING IN MY CAR TO TAKE YOU STUPID THEIF!!!<br /><br />In other news, I have my first test on Friday. I am experiencing a pretty moderate case of the sophomore slump. The excitement of the newness of college has definately faded, and I still haven't decided a major. I can't help but feel discouraged in my classes when I don't even know what the final objective will be yet.<br /><br />The final story of the day is that my tummy has hurt for two days straight. <br /><br />And that's icky.<br /><br />Sorry things haven't been more exciting guys.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1124853327924857072005-08-24T00:25:00.000-05:002005-08-24T01:00:22.380-05:00Evil Computers and Inner StrugglesOkay, so after various struggles with the computer, I think that it is actually working and I am free to inform my committed readers of the everyday activities that fill my life once more. I know that you were all scared that I wasn't going to come back, but you can rest in peace knowing that I am once more here to entertain you.<br /><br />Yeah, just kidding.<br /><br />In fact, I know of a total of about three people that frequent this site. But that's not so bad. Having fewer people comment cuts down on the possibility that people will leave mean comments. Because I totally wouldn't care at all. Really. Yeah, I'm so over that high school drama.<br /><br />Yeah.<br /><br />So, school is in full swing and I'm slowly adapting once more. The brain truly is a muscle that needs to be exercised to reach its fullest potential. My brain has slowly rotted this summer without intellectual stimulation. So making the transition to using it in class has been a slow process. My body wasn't doing so hot either due to the ginormous volumes of ice cream I consumed when I began to get depressed about being away. The lovely new rec center is helping in that area however. I have dabbled in a little bit of everything at the beautiful new facility. I have spun until I was dizzy in spin class, I have sprinted like a deer flying through the woods on the new treadmills, I have crunched and sweated in core conditioning, and I have lifted weights with the boyfriend which resulted in me repeating several phrases such as, "I can't do it", "It hurts Matt!", and "No, I am not whiney. Why are you being so mean?" Really, somebody needs to keep me away from dumbbells.<br /><br />So my latest adventure occured this afternoon. It involved a very deep and intense personal struggle. Before I delve into this masterpiece of a thriller, I must give some background information.<br /><br />See, I'm a special sort of student. I get really excited at the beginning of semesters. For about the first two or three days of a class I will do everything perfect and read all of the assignments. Somewhere along the way, I slip up and something other than homework becomes appealing to me. This could include a variety of things such as watching my fish swim around his tank, painting my toenails, seeing how long I can hold my breath, etc. Then I am forced to cram for the test the night before all the while thinking to myself, "Carrie you are so stupid for waiting until the last minute to study, because now you will be up all night trying to cram an impossible amount of information into your head." It gets really scary when, as the hours slowly tick by and daylight looms around the corner, I find myself actually saying out loud, "Carrie you are so stupid for waiting to study until the last minute, because now you have been up all night trying to cram an impossible amount of information into your head." But you are only crazy if you answer yourself back, right? In conclusion, I am physically and mentally exhausted for about a week after each exam. I vow during every day of bedraggled hair, sloppy clothes, and puffy eyes that never again will I procrastinate on a test.<br /><br />I've reached day two in all of my classes thus far, and I must say that I am right on track. Yesterday, I brought my philosophy book down to the laundry room to wash clothes and I read like <em>eleven pages</em>. No lie. And today, I actually finished nine whole problems in my accounting homework during the DAY, instead of taking my daily nap.<br /><br />However, I reached a sad point in my progress this afternoon as I decided whether to read psychology this evening, or force the boyfriend cook for me and watch the Real World.<br /><br />I must say that the food was terrific. Besides, who in their right mind could miss Danny coming back so he and Mel could be together only to find that he is scared of commitment, and then after Mel's near alcohol poisoning scare find that he does truly have feelings for her after all? Really people, there was no other choice.<br /><br />I might say that I am disappointed in myself for not learning from my mistakes or growing up any over the past year. But who am I kidding? Who wants to be an icky grown up anyway?Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1124296498672377852005-08-17T13:34:00.000-05:002005-08-17T11:34:58.680-05:00At LastHooray for being back at school!!! I successfully moved in yesterday. Let me tell you, moving in to a dorm is tough work when there is a 20 min wait for the two small elevators that are supposed to service all eight floors, you have about four or five good loads, your mother makes you take the stairs with one of your heaviest suitcases, and you live on the fifth floor. But enough with that. I am moved in, I have visited Al's to get a barbeque chicken baker, I have gotten to see the wonderful boyfriend again, and I am a satisfied girl.<br /><br />Now I just have to start school.<br /><br />Eeeeuuuuw.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1121115649372741082005-07-11T18:03:00.000-05:002005-07-11T16:00:49.380-05:00Halfway ThroughSo, summer has has hit the halfway point. I am no longer at camp, but instead trying my hand at waitressing. Until midway through August, I will be waitressing at a country club. The only comment I have on that is I feel incredibly sorry for the people who have to be my first table, because I will undoubtedly forget their order and/or spill their food and/or mess up their bill. In fact, I will probably do these things to many tables. To be completely honest, I think that I am the worst person who ever tried to begin waitressing. Yep, I get the award.<br /><br />In other news, I have been eating a lot of ice cream due to my intense boredom of being in Alex City with no friends.<br /><br />I am ready and waiting to go back to Birmingham.<br /><br />Very ready.<br /><br />Waiting patiently.<br /><br />Very patiently.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8902605.post-1119097467741575682005-06-18T07:11:00.000-05:002005-06-18T07:24:28.873-05:00Camp ThoughtsThought that I would update as I grabbed a little bit of internet time. All is well. I'm heading into my third week of camp. So far, the staff's gotten along, and I have had really great campers. One thing about camp, however, is that even with great campers and a staff that gets along, camp in general can be difficult. I feel very cut off from the rest of society, but mostly I am just tired. I am tired down in my bones. From seven in the morning to nine at night, I am in counselor mode. And I do love my campers. But I think this is going to be the last year that I can do this. I think that some people are born with the skills to be counselors and others just aren't. I do not think that this job comes naturally to me. It is just strange that I did not figure it out until my third year. I've got to figure out my life right now. This is the point where I need to focus on me. <br /><br />Now I must go and enjoy the few hours that I have for a weekend. So I hope everyone is having a good summer.Carriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17802840799942556082noreply@blogger.com1