guess what? everything is ruined. Well... this blog is ruined. Or maybe just moved.
MY POINT IS: click on this thingy http://nothingisruined.tumblr.com/
See you there.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
INTERVENTION! INTERVENTION!
1. people who STILL USE AOL: Stop. Just... stop.
2. You know how people are addicted to cigarettes and they sit around thinking that if they don't have a god damn cigarette RIGHT NOW their freaking face might explode right off their... face? Well GUESS WHAT.
That is how I feel if I go more than 3 minutes without listening to this song or watching this video:
This is seriously becoming a problem.
3. There is no number three. Karly sucks at blogging. Intervention! Intervention! ...Stop writing stupid blog entries, Karly.
2. You know how people are addicted to cigarettes and they sit around thinking that if they don't have a god damn cigarette RIGHT NOW their freaking face might explode right off their... face? Well GUESS WHAT.
That is how I feel if I go more than 3 minutes without listening to this song or watching this video:
This is seriously becoming a problem.
3. There is no number three. Karly sucks at blogging. Intervention! Intervention! ...Stop writing stupid blog entries, Karly.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
24 and stuff
I just want you all to know that If I die today or tomorrow, I knew it was coming. Because sometimes weird things happen to you in cemeteries and you just KNOW. It's like a movie. Or like, in Harry Potter when he sees "the Grim." Except this is a really bad example because it turns out not to be the Grim that Harry sees and then he doesn't actually die. Crap.
Anyway: things. Let's discuss them.
Things that involve deer.
Things that involve deer who let you get really close without running away.
Things that involve deer circling around you like they are going to attack you but then just stare at you like you aren't really human or something.
I mean I really thought I was dead meat for a second. I've always thought I'd have some kind of sudden and retarded death. Getting killed by deer sounds about right... on my second day of being 24 years old. Which is awesome so far, by the way. I threw up in the CVS parking lot, ate cheesecake brownies for breakfast TWICE and ran eight miles about ten minutes ago. 24 is awesome.
So anyway, I literally didn't care if these deer were going to kill me or not. It's probably insane that I'm even thinking about this. But I just broke through their little ring repeating please dont kill me please dont kill me in my head. And I was looking at their legs, which are hilariously skinny, and thinking how weird it is that this thing could totally steamroll me if it wanted to. Even though its looks like I could snap its leg in half. SO SKINNY. I ran away laughing basically, because I couldn't believe that this was happening, among other stupid things in my life. Do normal people do this? Laugh out loud maniacally mid-run through a cemetery?
Well. I don't know if I'm normal. But I DO know that I am going to eat another cheesecake brownie. Right now. It will be an awesome last meal, or something.
Anyway: things. Let's discuss them.
Things that involve deer.
Things that involve deer who let you get really close without running away.
Things that involve deer circling around you like they are going to attack you but then just stare at you like you aren't really human or something.
I mean I really thought I was dead meat for a second. I've always thought I'd have some kind of sudden and retarded death. Getting killed by deer sounds about right... on my second day of being 24 years old. Which is awesome so far, by the way. I threw up in the CVS parking lot, ate cheesecake brownies for breakfast TWICE and ran eight miles about ten minutes ago. 24 is awesome.
So anyway, I literally didn't care if these deer were going to kill me or not. It's probably insane that I'm even thinking about this. But I just broke through their little ring repeating please dont kill me please dont kill me in my head. And I was looking at their legs, which are hilariously skinny, and thinking how weird it is that this thing could totally steamroll me if it wanted to. Even though its looks like I could snap its leg in half. SO SKINNY. I ran away laughing basically, because I couldn't believe that this was happening, among other stupid things in my life. Do normal people do this? Laugh out loud maniacally mid-run through a cemetery?
Well. I don't know if I'm normal. But I DO know that I am going to eat another cheesecake brownie. Right now. It will be an awesome last meal, or something.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Yup, this is what I do sometimes.
I know this is basically like,
"WTF Do You Do On Your Days Off"
Starring: Karly's Boobs.
But in my defense.. I don't... care.
"WTF Do You Do On Your Days Off"
Starring: Karly's Boobs.
But in my defense.. I don't... care.
Friday, June 3, 2011
Sometimes, a thing that you read is just so perfect, it almost makes you feel okay.
"I stretched my back, drew in a deep breath, and calmed the pounding of my heart. Even so, the anger, like water, seeped soundlessly into every corner of my body. It was an anger steeped in sorrow. There was no way for me to smash it against something, nothing I could do to dispel it."
Sunday, May 29, 2011
The Best Day
Right now my dad is miles away from me. I'm talking an insane amount of miles.
Okay, maybe not insane. I'm just exaggerating, as I am wont to do on almost every blogging occasion. The truth is I don't know how many miles away he is right now. But he's probably as vertically distant to me right now as he is horizontally-- that is to say, he's in an airplane, some INSANE amount of miles (or whatever quantitative term you wish) away from me right now. And yet, in ten minutes, I will leave my house, drive 20 miles away, and be right next to him in exactly an hour.
This is insane to me. How did we get this far? Air travel amazes me, and I don't think that amazement will ever fade. I am still amazed by bluetooth devices or hell, even email. The fact that you are reading these words without me physically handing you a document on which I've written them amazes me. It's insane. So to speak.
The truth is that none of these things even matter. Nothing makes sense. Everything is bullshit. Nothing gives me delight, or inspiration, or the will to divest myself into a forward-thinking world. Very little things or people give me pleasure these days.
But I'll be damned if I'm not excited to see my dad walk out of the North terminal at Metro Airport and get into the car beside me. I'll get him to myself for 45 minutes on the drive home. We probably won't even talk about anything significant. But I don't care.
Sometimes, or maybe especially at this exact point in my life-- a girl just needs to be in the company of the one man on earth who has ever cared, and will always care, about her.
Okay, maybe not insane. I'm just exaggerating, as I am wont to do on almost every blogging occasion. The truth is I don't know how many miles away he is right now. But he's probably as vertically distant to me right now as he is horizontally-- that is to say, he's in an airplane, some INSANE amount of miles (or whatever quantitative term you wish) away from me right now. And yet, in ten minutes, I will leave my house, drive 20 miles away, and be right next to him in exactly an hour.
This is insane to me. How did we get this far? Air travel amazes me, and I don't think that amazement will ever fade. I am still amazed by bluetooth devices or hell, even email. The fact that you are reading these words without me physically handing you a document on which I've written them amazes me. It's insane. So to speak.
The truth is that none of these things even matter. Nothing makes sense. Everything is bullshit. Nothing gives me delight, or inspiration, or the will to divest myself into a forward-thinking world. Very little things or people give me pleasure these days.
But I'll be damned if I'm not excited to see my dad walk out of the North terminal at Metro Airport and get into the car beside me. I'll get him to myself for 45 minutes on the drive home. We probably won't even talk about anything significant. But I don't care.
Sometimes, or maybe especially at this exact point in my life-- a girl just needs to be in the company of the one man on earth who has ever cared, and will always care, about her.
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