Pack pack PACKING

So, no one warns you just how much packing for college is. They give a hint but not the full picture. Well, it's a lot of work. GROWL. haha

Listening to a homemade playlist, wishing I was famous so I could be Katy Perry's bestest friend and packing... good plan for the next two days cause on wednesday I'll be trekking to Philly. 

Peace and love. 

Oh, and I survived pneumonia. 

Summer's over and it's raining. How happy!

A Trek Through Doctors' Offices for The Holy Grail of a Low Fat Blueberry Muffin

Hoorah. 

I don't know why I just said that, for I feel like saying anything other than that. 

Background info to this story: Having had a chronic headache since graduation, and waking up with body aches and fatigue this morning, my mommy suggests seeing the doctor for treatment. 

Story: Now, with another type of doctor appointment already scheduled for this day, the total hours expected to be in a doctor's office would be 2 instead of 1. But, knowing these doctors' offices, that was a way too optimistic outlook. 5 hours were spent waiting and being poked and prodded in total from the 2 appointments. Oh joy. 

     Well, in the first waiting room, I got the beautiful yet annoying crave for, you guessed it, a low fat blueberry muffin. Why a low fat one? Because a girl's conscience of ingesting oodles of calories in a delicious, bakery treat can be salvaged if something is titled, "Low Fat." Not only was that a requirement of this muffin I desired, but it must be one from Dunkin Donuts. My mind is a strange place. So, at the doctor's office I waited, patiently, so that I could go and buy this gift of mankind. 

     With the fear of mono in toe, I arrive to my second appointment: the pediatrician, yes I still go to that for I am a child forever. The doctor plays off my illness as either a virus or sinus infection. Pills were prescribed which I then had to bring to the pharmacy..yada yada yada. 

     Still, I waited for the muffin. 

     Now, there are a lot, emphasis on A LOT, of Dunkin Donuts in my area, spread semi far apart from each other yet in a relatively close enough area. So, I decide to wait for this beast of a muffin as a reward for after I gave in my prescription. Tummy growls loudly here since I hadn't eaten since 9 and it was 3:30, and this is a long time, coming from the girl who eats 4 small meals a day. Luckily enough, the pharmacy and Dunkin Donuts are awfully close. It would seem that karma is on my side. So, I bring the prescription in as the guy barks off to me that, 'it'll take ten minutes,' in a creepily similar tone to the guy on the phone of the Chinese takeout place..hmm. There I leave my soon-to-be meds, and off I go to the closest Dunkin Donuts. Upon arrival at the DD, I have a twinge of pain which only happens when I sense something bad is going to happen, and boy does it happen!

     Not only did the boy at the counter seem clueless to his position, as I had to tap him for his attention, but informs me in his cap pulled over his eyes and unstylish Dunkin outfit, that they DO NOT have a low fat blueberry muffin, only a regular full-fattened one, and could I, would I just buy that instead? WHAT?! Pandemonium. No, I respond but at this point my stomach is crying in anguish from being deprived.  

     If I had been my normal, confident, flirtatious, beautified and outgoing self, <--LOL,  at that moment, I would have flashed him my smirk and batted my eyelashes and asked would he go in the back to see if there were any low fat blueberry muffins available? But, I was just an un-showered, sickly, and sweatpants-wearing girl with desperately-needed-to-be-tweezed-eyebrows. Therefore, I said nothing. 

     So what is a girl with a growling stomach to do, instead, but buy an eggwhite flatbread sandwhich at this fine establishment? Honestly, if you were in my case, you'd buy one too. I didn't have my usual go-getter attitude so I just sacrificed for the good of the...wait, what the hell was I sacrificing for?! I'm sick, dammit! So, I quickly eat the unsatisfying goodness of the sandwich, pick up my prescription, and decide that I AM getting my low fat blueberry muffin. 

    This adventure takes me back to where I started from, near the initial doctor's office. Boo. What a waste of gas, an economical junkie would say. But Carolyn Thorn's brain was saying, Show me the Muffin!! Into the drive-in I proceed, and Hallelujah, a LOW FAT blueberry muffin is given in exchange for a $1.45. Praise the Lord. Amen. 

     I think there is something erotic and magnificent about a low fat blueberry muffin. I can't quite put my finger of it but I know the qualities are there. If I was to worship a food, besides the baked potato of course, this one would take the cake, win the prize, beat out all the others. Or maybe, just maybe, that is just my cravings talking. 

Happy Tuesday! 

Smells like Summer.

Tonight, it smells like summer. Thought I'd aware my readers, if there are any :p

In six days, I will have 0 classes of high school left. In 19 days, I will be a graduate. In 21, days I will have a party. 

Okay, done with that sentence pattern, oh how I do not miss the dronings of eleventh grade English AP Language. I do, however, miss the structure of Searle. My teacher now is a great philosopher with awesome ideas and a passion for teaching and public speaking, but he has no structure. So, that makes me have to create the structure for myself, which usually doesn't end so well, as only the extreme makes an impression. We learned that through the movie, Heathers. 

Oh boy, I'm not sleepy at all but know that I'll regret staying up late when I wake tomorrow morning. To sleep or not to sleep; that is the question. 

Snowfall kind of love

       As much as I love snow, I dislike this obscene amount of it. I mean, a little covering or blanket is beautiful but this, these 14 inches and counting is a cloud of doom! Outside is no longer a winter wonderland but an abyss of agony. I mean, I love being in my house with my family and snow days are delightful but cabin fever is definitely setting in right now at 6:15. I just want to go out. Not in the snow cause I already did that today to shovel and make a snowman (that failed) but go out instead to the mall or somewhere. Anywhere.  I miss the summer for numerous reasons which shall go unsaid. 

Anyway, I've spent a lot of time on the computer today...a little too much time. I must be going insane from some chemical in the brain I mean the computer haha. 

Quote of the day: "When you spent your entire life with someone and they start to die, and you feel that severing, you do things without thinking because what you have to face is so unthinkable." ~From How to Make an American Quilt It was a fantastic movie; watch it. 

Getting up and moving on.

For the past year it has felt like I have been slowly falling. Like when you are a little kid and can't keep your balance on your brand new, shiny roller blades and can tell you're falling but it is taking a long time to do so. The moment of impact can either bring pain, sorrow, hurt, or even relief and joy. Joy from finally being freed from the scary aspect of the unexpected--falling--and joy from now being able to move on in life and get back up on those roller blades. Well, let's say for my metaphorical sake that this is my moment of impact. I have fallen and now I am finally freed to move on... I might fall again but I have to live to experience all the other amazing aspects of life besides falling. 

Hence, my need for this project. 

I couldn't think of anything quite so awesome and perfect as the Julie/Julia project. But since I am an original, you can't dic a copy of me, I decided I would create my own project to incorporate all my passions--well, not all of them, but most. It took a lot of thinking and even led to a sleep insomnia last night. Ugh. That was annoying. I decided that I've always loved Audrey Hepburn. She never wrote a book, but her son did. I can't quite live like her, but I can walk like her. And no, not just the graceful walk she does but walk outside and for long periods of time. I already enjoy walking so this works. 

My mission:

Everyday I will go on a walk--rain, snow,sleet or shine-- and I will take a picture. One picture everyday. With this picture, I will post it online (cough cough here) and will do something creative about/from the picture. Each picture must be different and must epitomize the feelings of my walk. As I am not a carp and do feel MANY feelings :p

Alright so, today, August 11th, 2009, I will start.  Hope someone will read this besides just my mom. 

Love and peace, 

Carolyn Thorn

Alone, solitary, unaccompanied, lonesome, single, solus

  By that title, you're probably thinking this is just another teenage sob story about how alone and bored one feels...However, knowing me, what I say that's not what I mean, that it is not my point at all. The unexpected, unpredictable mind of mine has just used the thesaurus to drag you in, grab your attention with hopes that someone will read this. 

Now that you are reading this, whoever the hell you are, I must confess something: I am lonely (sometimes.) What do I do to solve this conundrum? Well, I sure don't wallow in sadness anymore, I call or text someone. Or better yet, I go to someone's house. But today, when I was feeling lonely, down, and out of it, Miss Stephanie Grayson calls me and makes my entire day ten thousand gazillion times better. :) Anywho, so yes, one can get out of the lonely pickle jar just by communication. 

On another note, I've been recording some covers of songs. I'd post them if I felt they were post-ready so hopefully one day they will be. Countdown for my CAM loves: 2 days! I hope they're packing. Cause packing es necesario. 

This has been my bum day, hence the lonely feelings. I've basically watched so much TV and acted like a "normal" teenager that I've gotten bored of normalness and will return to my unpredictable insanity lifestyle.  

Moral of this post: Get out, let go, be free and grounded. Know that you are never alone and I'm only a phone call away (if you want to make my day better too :p)