Sunburnt and Loving Lobsterhood.

Here I am in Hawaii! It is so beautiful here! I wish I could live here, right by the beach, but it is way expensive and I think I would really miss the rain and the cool weather at home. Although, I also enjoy the sun and the serious tan I have attained since arriving. We've done a bunch of things, like parasailing and body-surfing and other things. My family is having a great time and we're really enjoying each other's company. I've video-taped practically every event--I'm looking forward to showing it to my friends. I may even send a copy down to Alex and Nathan so they can see what I've been up to these past few weeks. I want to send one to Leah too because when I get back, she will already have gone to Canada, so I need to be sure that she sees the video in order to acknowledge my wonderful tan. Right now, I am like a lobster, but by the time I return home, I will look much browner.

Anyways, I'm off to finish a movie with little brother and my dad. It's nice just being able to relax and not have to worry about working or getting anything done. We've got all the time in the world at the moment and we're not rushing anything. We keep saying to each other, "Why not? We've got a few spare minutes!" It's actually really funny. Later, lovelies!


carly.

Going Solo. Crud.

This month is going to become very difficult for me. Some very important people in my life are leaving for college or some sort of school and I won't get to see them nearly as much as I would if they stayed here.

What really sucks is the fact that I am going on vacation from Aug. 21 thru Sept. 1 and my best friend leaves on the 31st! Dude! It's like the worst timing ever! And she's flying off to Canada where I certainly will not be and it's going to be very frustrating not having her around all the time. Of course, we have excellent ways of communication, but nonetheless, I am used to being able to see her whenever I feel like it, and now, that privilege is being stripped away!

Not only is she leaving, but so is Erin, for Evangelical School back in Australia. I won't see her for at least 6 months. And my dear friend, Ryan, who has become very important to me, is leaving on Sept. 2... hopefully. I mean, I don't want him to leave on the 1st, the day I get back, cuz then, I for sure would not have the chance to see him, and that would suck! SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! Ok, and my other best friend is leaving for Tacoma on the 25th, which I guess, is not so bad as the others, but that's not exactly a 20 minute drive either.

Oh yeah, and my pastor's leaving! Yup! My beloved pastor is leaving! I cannot describe how angry I feel every time I think about it. Not at him, and not at the church, and not at God, or anyone else. I'm just angry at the whole situation. I don't want a new pastor, I like the one I have now. In fact, I adore him! He is a wonderful, wonderful, encouraging man who never, ever made me feel condemned or alone or seperated from God. But now, he's moving to Poulsbo to pursue a business marketing career, which he would be excellent at, but still doesn't make me feel any better.

So, yeah... I feel like I'm being deserted by all the people that I depend on and trust and love, when really, they are just taking new steps in their lives. I guess, I feel a little left behind. I still have one year left of community college and it's going to be quite the load each quarter. A big part of me believes that this whole thing is God's way of telling me that I need to start putting all of my dependence and faith and trust into Him. For the last year or two, I've been completely devoted and loyal to my friends, which is a good thing, but not when it takes away from my relationship with Christ. I think God is basically saying, "Now, who have you got left, Carly?" And of course, I am happy to say that I definitely not alone and that He will be here to talk to and for company all year, and all my life. But I know, that although this year will be hard and enduring, it will still be good, because God is for sure walking by my side, ready to help me in any way possible.

Ok, so, I've relieved a lot of pressure off my chest. Peace out, brothers and sisters! Loverly!

carly.

New Living Conditions
I have a bed! My bed is finally together and working and I'm going to have to sleep on it tonight, however, I will definetely miss my green cot--we've shared very few nights together but they have all been special... loud, but special...

Stephanie came to sleep over on Friday night and it was awesome because the next morning, neither of us had anything to do! For the first time ever, we actually woke up and did something afterwards. Neither one of us had to leave! It was awesome! Although, the most exciting moment during the whole thing was Friday night when we rushed to Target to look at comforters and sheets and the like for my new bed! Target is having this huge deal for dorm rooms and so they had a bunch of different patterns for beds to choose from. They had little girly patters with pink and orange-reddish plaid and I didn't like those much. They had others that were sporty and had letterman's letters all over them to give that whole... Superbowlish feeling... I didn't like that much either. But, dude! Then I saw it! A pattern that totally called my name! Stars! On a rich blue comforter! And the sheets looked so vintage! I knew I had to have them. There were other cool ones too, they weren't all bad, but Steph affirmed that the stars would be the best because perhaps, it would foretell my future "stardome." I bought them immediately, 15 minutes before Target locked its doors.

NO MORE FLORAL PATTERNS FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so sick of flowers... I wish I could vomit on command, but the aftertaste isn't worth it.

Perhaps, if I have the time, I will take a picture of my new bed and reveal to all. My new sleeping quarters cannot be unseen! Anyways, I'm off to my room. I'm in for some new weight training tips happily given to me by Leah and some music making with my good friend, guitar. Good night, everyone! Sleep well!

carly.

PS. We go to the zoo soon--I wish to see the flamingos.

The Fun and Wacky Adventures of Carknee, (the "k" is silent)
It's late... In fact, it's really late. Well, ok, so it's only 1ish, but I feel like it's later. I dunno why I am still awake. I guess I just don't want to go to my room. It's changed--it's different. My sister and her husband left... they took my bed with them. They've gone back to their home some odd 300 miles away and they convinced my parents to give them my bed, which is a queen and is luxurious and has me completely spoiled. I wish I was allowed to whine about material positions, but I know I shouldn't.

Currently, all I can whine about is how much I miss the boys from Medford and that at times I feel stoopid because they're probably not sulking anymore and therefore, I am pathetic and sad. Actually, they are cooler than that and I think they remember all five (5) of us at least once a day. I miss them awful much.

Nathan threatened to cut his hair tonight... Leah encouraged him. I was so upset, tears began to emerge and I had to force them to recede. I dunno why, but I have a serious issue with hair, especially when it's someone with the awesomest hair I have ever seen. Understand that Nathan's hair grows in unnatural directions, therefore making him unique and special and incredible in my eyes. For him to even mention the word "trim," is absolutely dreadful and if he does so, he better not let me know and it better be the same way it was when I last saw him or I will weep... for at least 27 hours, I will cry until I am completely drained of all salty bodily fluids.

Alex and Leah attacked me with virtual sharpies and cried "I smite thee!" over and over again until I died. I asked them to make me pretty, but unfortunately, that is impossible, even when I am dead.

Tomorrow, Leah and mo.d and I plan to take a girly ride down the slough through Woodinville and into Redmond where we will likely have intense frisbee battles and pull each other's hair until two of us cry and can take no more. I was thinking about what I wanted to pack for lunch and I honestly cannot think of a thing that I would like to carry on my back and then hoist around in my stomach around mid-noon. Just thinking about it makes me feel really ickey/gross. All food is very bad right now, and I don't like it at all. It's not good anymore and I don't enjoy it. Today, I had a chicken enchilada lunch and I couldn't eat it the whole thing. You don't understand--chicken enchiladas that come in the Lean Cuisine packages are my favorite food in the world every since I cut Top Ramen's out of my diet. (Did you know that one Top Ramen block of soup is worth 18 points on the Weight Watchers' plan? Yeah, it's really disgusting! And I'm only allowed 22 points a day!) So, when I couldn't finish my enchilada today, I got scared! Me, refuse to finish a meal? That's impossible! Inconceivable! No way! But it's true--it really happened! So, tomorrow? Breakfast? Gross! Lunch? Vomitous! Dinner? Repulsive!

Ok, so I understand this was a very interesting post and it's probably because it's late, I'm tired, and my bed is really gone. I enjoy my cot, though, because it makes loud squeeky noises that pisses off everyone else I know. The one thing I am looking forward to tomorrow is drinking lots of water. Ever since I got back from Creation Fest, I have been on the biggest water binge. I actually drank three of those quart sized bottles yesterday and I got so sick, I thought I'd hurl. I dunno what size the bottle was actually, but I know that it is "3 servings," so it was a lot of water to be had within 1.5 hours time. That is good though because I know that I'm gonna lose more weight every week which is my ultimate goal. Did I mention that I lost 4.5 pounds this week? Happy me! I am so motivated right now... But I shouldn't go into it because you are probably already gone from being too bored, so I will stop now, for fear that you are presently writing me a threatening letter...

Joy and peace, brothers and sisters! And please, don't cut your hair--it's just wrong. Just like Alanis Morisette or Jewel being famous--it's just wrong! WRONG!

Loverly.
carly.
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