The Battle of Who Could Care Less

Important or highly unimportant things that I forgot to write about in my last journal that was too freakin’ long. Sorry about that. I’ve had more than enough time to just sit and think about things, so I’ve had a lot on my mind as of late. Not to mention that this has been a week unlike anything I’ve experienced. Anyway, on to the important and unimportant forgotten quelques choses.
First something. After much thought and reflection, I decided that it was time to declare a full-blown, dirty war against the cockroaches living in my kitchen. The first battle took place on Wednesday when I sprayed the whole room down from head to toe. I had on a sweet bandanna and all over my mouth so as to cleverly avoid inhaling the insecticide myself. I must have killed at least 50 of them and took a surprising amount of pleasure doing so. These things are so huge and so disgusting. And let me say that never in my life have I been more paranoid or felt more like things were crawling all over me than when I was cleaning that kitchen. I think that as of right now, I am winning the battle. I keep finding little dead ones in random places—the living room, my bedroom—they’ll just show up, belly up, and I’ll happily sweep them outside. Next, I have to take on the inhabitants in my bedroom. That is sure to be a much bigger war as they really enjoy hanging out in my room, but I feel more prepared after the battle in the kitchen. I know their ways. (Lindsey—War of the Copraphages!?)
Second something (this is where things become not so important). I am currently sporting a really fantastic Birkenstock sandal tan. If that doesn’t scream Peace Corps material, I don’t know what does—maybe a Chaco or Teva sandal tan. My toes are pretty much the only part of me that is still tan, though. It’s slightly amusing. I have a watch tan and a sandal tan and then the rest of me is just normal Carly white. I’m dubbing it the “Peace Corps tan.”
Third something. I don’t really have a third something. That’s how incredibly unproductive this post really was. I only have two somethings, and only one of them is really that interesting to read. On that note, I am sorry if I have just wasted any of your time reading this blog entry. In two years, I will do my very best to make it up to you.
And yet!...I thought of something else just now! Nobody here can say Carly. Not even close. Not for the life of them. The “R” sound is totally foreign and then to have almost blend into the “L”…forget about it. So, in everyone’s best attempt, it seems that I am going by some version of Carolyn now. Sometimes I forget to answer when they call me that though. They probably think I’m a real brick.