Fire-Eyed Boy, Give 'Em All the Slip

Today was one of those ideal Carly days- laying in the sunshine listening to live music, "reading" a book (for class), meeting up with friends here and there, having bits of heart-to-hearts... Ahh, perfection. Not to mention getting a free tote bag, sunglasses, and thermos (thank you Earth Day, thank you Wayzgoose!). Now I am pretty much tired beyond belief, but I'm going to "read" some more and watch Dawson's Creek for the first time? I think yes. 

I am shocked and awed every day as to what new developments are occurring in life right now. There seems to be such a new... sense of reality humming in the air. It's almost dream-like. I sometimes have to mentally pinch myself and say "Wow, this is all real right now." Spring Quarter is truly rejuvenating. 

I'm going to elaborate- I was stuck. I (ever-so-slowly) tried to pry myself from the muck and grime of a situation that has lasted... for too long. This school year, I was able to have everything dry up- my heart no longer stopped beating, my lungs continued to breathe, my mind wasn't racing to catch up with my mouth... But this week, I found the strength to let this chapter of my life dry up, and allowed for my worn soul to stomp all over it and run into the sunset.

Not too shabby, yeah? It's taken quite a while to get to this definite point- and sure, I anticipate a hardship here and there, but I'm happy with where my heart is leaving off. I know this is the beautiful ending I've been waiting for... You've made your choice, and I am never allowing myself to become an option to you ever again.

Take that, pattywhack!

Weow, I thought this was going to be a little more of a blogworthy day. And with nothing else to say, I'm going to watch some Dawson's Creek :)

Floating on New Melodies

Good MorningNoonNightish!

This is the first of many musings... New musings in fact. On a whole new login screen and everything.

The moment arrived- that gust of breath from deep within my lungs, telling me to move along. Lift yourself up completely. It was the tug at the heartstrings- the very depths of the ribcage, the familiar feeling of discovering that place I thought was free from greedy hands. 

But enough, enough, enough! Hello Blogspot, goodbye Xanga is what I'm trying to say. I am sprouting wings constantly and flying further and further from the words within a box- allowing myself to shatter that old image you may have concocted...

Perhaps this is a bit much for a first blog. Let's simplify it, Thoreau-style.

Hi, my name is Carly. I am constantly on the search for the greener side of the hill with a pen in hand and a song in my heart. I'm that person whose cup is overflowing with a bubbly concoction of sorts. I want to be that bounce in one's step, the sun on the sparkling shore, and a shooting star all into one.

Hello blogosphere, I'm ready to breathe you in!