i find it hard to keep track of the days when i’m out of school. but i think that’s a good thing. when you can’t keep track - everything falls into one lazy haze. i see the world behind rose-tinted eyelids. sleep. enough sleep to make up for all the hours lost during the school year. i’m doing myself a service really.. and a service to those who choose not to her my loud voice throughout the house. my parents tend to get overwhelmed, to say the least, at my boisterous spouting of ideas, phrases and jokes.
so why is it that when i sleep in - and i do mean in; way in - does my family complain and remark about my unecessary sleep habits? i’m not bothering them. i certainly am not responsible for the meals around here. or the laundry. i’m not responsible for lending people rides either. now that i’m awake (and now that everyone knows i am awake) i am simply in my room on the computer tumblr-ing about, listening to music, still in the presence of no one. so what, i wonder to myself, is it that my sleeping self is not providing, that my awake self is?
either way, yesterday was a slight change in pace. i awoke at 10am to the arrival of my cousin, Lee. when my mom informed me of his pending visit… i am ashamed to say, i had no idea to whom they were referring? apparently i met him two summers ago at their beachouse.
so my mom made this very big breakfast for everyone, and he brought his girlfriend. which was cool in a way. she smelled nice, though her fragrance did begin to wear at my nasal cavity. she talked of her work in the music industry. and her two cars (another, she hopes to acquire soon), and her apartment and house that she plans to buy. yes, she was a bragger. during the first ten minutes, i began to daydream as she spewed trivial information about the ‘music biz’. but then i realized how quiet the table was. no one had anything to say. not melody.. not henri.. not dominique… and certainly not julienne (she is shy in front of company) so perhaps she was the fire that would ignite this silent table of akwardness. i commenced asking her questions. “how old are you? do you have any siblings? what artists have you worked with? who was your favorite? who was the funniest?” things were picking up and everyone was relieved of the obligation of conversation as we learned about the swedish assistant who attempted to steal this woman’s money, and her pitbulls, ‘precious’ and ‘sexy’. she told a hilarious story about being in the studio one day when someone attempted to rob her and ‘havoc’ (her other dog) took control of the situation but grabbing the culprit’s legs while she smacked him until she recieved her purse and blackberry… haha. finally she left with Lee (they were going to some kind of business party that would last all day) and we realized we never got her name. suspicious…
later on, i went to maya’s house (in her pink, pretty room) and we met up with xenia. i had a necklace to exchange, so we went to northlake mall. zing ring ding,the cashregister sounded, and the deed was done. next? victoria’s secret. where we tried on numerous bras — i tell you, i tried this one on with no depth whatsoever. it was a flat piece of cloth. a paperdoll bra, if you will. it made no sense to me. so i had to try it on. so in essence, whether one was a 34A or 34D your breasts would be smashed to your chest so the the sizes apeared the same. nonsense, i tell you.
after we stopped by mcdonald’s where i got my usual dollarmenu dish, and as maya and xenia placed their orders i confused everyone with the change. but what was more confusing was the cashier…
cashier: is that all? *raises eyebrow*
me: yes thank you
cashier: would you like ketchup *creepy grin*
me: oh you know what, i would!
cashier: *hands four packets of ketchup and my hand brushes her hand. creepier grin follows*
me: thank you! (motions for xenia to drive off)
cashier:*leans in close her face centimeters from mine* have a happy new year now
okkkkkkkkkkkay. tjmaxx next stop. tried on hideous clothes. xenia picks up at least three over-sized sweaters (one was cute, black and gray striped calvin klein) but of course her frail body was swallowed. hahaha. and i decided to get this gray, formfitting mini skirt. i think it looks very nice, it does. when i get to the register, i realize it’s one of those wrap around lines where you have to walk around and in and out for practically a mile before reaching the counter. i see no one’s in line, so while attempting to text my father, i decide to cut through a more than excessive display of initial keychains and before i know it. Kapowww. sparkled, tacky, rhinestoned key chains are spread all over the floor. i just stare. then i smile up at the shoppers watching me. "Haaa! I knocked it over!" i say, slightly embarrassed. well the ladies were nice. i was nice. everyone was nice. we all clean it up. maya and xenia laugh at me, as i purchase my spoils.
Alrighty, alrighty where to now? where to now? we ask ourselves? 45 minutes until the meet-up with nick for illicits so we headed to Target and got a few things from there. heh. nick showed up at target which was cool and the trek across atlanta began! from there …to heritage. ..to briarlake…then to another street… but then to henderson. but at least we got to meet nick’s brother, christopher benjamin. he was considerate. he gave me a towel because it was freezing. nick gave me his jacket. *shiver*
after, we drove to abby’s where amit and abby were perched in front of the tv. everyone was starved so.. monterrey it was. except somehow…only xenia and i ordered. confusing, seeing how everyone seemed so eager to go eat! i looked around at the surrounding free waters. now we had to leave a good tip. the night ended back at abby’s we played on her wii for about an hour .. i sucked more than you could imagine. but it was still fun. fun night. fun night. came back and skyped for a while. that was fun too. alright. long time, since i’ve had a text post. and even this was more… rambling than actual substantial text. so my apologies — i’ve been trying to get my tumblarity up. and even still, it’s a mere 47. i lose. :( hahaha
If I were a month, I’d be January. If I were a day of the week, I’d be Wednesday. If I were a time of day, I’d be midnight. If I were a planet, I’d be Jupiter. I were a sea animal, I’d be a seahorse. If I were a direction, I’d be North. If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a chaise lounge chair. If I were a liquid, I’d be eau de toilette. If I were a gemstone, I’d be Lapis Lazuli. If I were a tree, I’d be a Sourghum tree.
If I were a tool, I’d be a hammer. If I were a flower, I’d be a Hyacinth. If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a snowy. If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a clarinet. If I were a color, I’d be navy. If I were an emotion, I’d be familiar. If I were a fruit, I’d be a peach. If I were a sound, I’d be honey on wood. If I were an element, I’d be earth . If I were a car, I’d be a audi. If I were a food, I’d be traditional. hearty. If I were a place, I’d be european. If I were a material, I’d be itchy lace. If I were a taste, I’d be bitter. If I were a scent, I’d be wood-y. If I were an object, I’d be a pen. If I were a body part, I’d be shoulders. If I were a facial expression, I’d be a grin. If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be riding boots.
i don’t know. but that’s where i am currently. we’ve made a stop here with the intentions of buying coffee (and/or vanilla bean frappuccino) except we’ve both brought our laptops. and so now we’re laptopping. at least i am. my dad is three tables away chatting with an old student, emily, i believe her name is.
he likes to do that. he asks what they’re currently up to (grad school at University of California San Diego for Chemistry, in Emily’s case) and then he begins to compare it to my future plans.
dad: “Nicole, what do you wanna do with your life? You sleep all freaking day.”
that’s how it goes until i storm off. to sleep some more. haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa not really.
instead i’ll storm off to the car and listen to my new cd that i bought. ‘chutes too narrow’… i know, why buy a shins cd for $16 when i already listen to all albums on the internet for free? well sometimes you just want a cd to listen to in the car on the way to the mall…. or the movies… or to pick up dominique from mellow mushroom. WHICH took her 2 hours to prepare for beeteedubs.
we’ll be retrieving her at 10, if i remember correctly.
so for now, i’m sitting here, skyping, listening to ingrid michaelson (or should i say witnessing the sampling of ingrid michaelson - i think he likes it, but i can never be too sure..) and eating too-sweet things. in a vomit-control-smelling starbucks.
Listening To: Ingrid Michaelson, OVERBOARD (don’t get me wrong, i’ve known about ole’ ingrid for a while now and i’ve long moved on, but others may enjoy her soft melodies..)
p.s. I SAW YOU - HANNAH FRANK- WALK IN! HAHAHHA. HOW ARE YOU? :)
Holly Golightly:You know those days when you get the mean reds?
Paul Varjak:The mean reds, you mean like the blues?
Holly Golightly:No. The blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining too long, you're just sad that's all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?
Holly Golightly:Well, when I get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to Tiffany's. Calms me down right away. The quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real-life place that'd make me feel like Tiffany's, then - then I'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!
which is when my family draws a name then you get them something secretly… without them knowing. you know. i pulled MELODY. and so i bought her what she asked for (she usually asks for standard, practical, kinda boring things).
along with my secret person, i bought stuff for the rest of my family. exxxxxxxxxcept i was low on $$cash$$ so um, yeah… BUT it’s the thought that counts, yes?
Melody: pajama bottoms and these great silky “shea butter infused” socks (bought a pair for myself too..)
Henri: three pairs of patterned socks (3-for sale at gap)
Dominique: three soaps/lotions from Bath & Body
Genevieve: vanilla scented set wash/lotion/spray
Julienne: super cute mittens
Nicole: whoever has me..had a list. of everything i wanted. :)
i say fuck exams... i say this only because i'm not prepared :/
assssssssss always. ick. nicole, nicole. why do you do this to yourself?
Tomorrow should be simple enough:
- Band - French - APUSH
However I have a few extras:
- Edit Musical Introduction for Anderson(Nappo)
- Write APUSH Historical Visit essay (but thankfully… he grades on substance not technique)
Yessss. well. I need to be calmed. I can’t study if I’m all ralled up. So for my own benefit… I should take a load off, put my feet up, and perhaps listen to some music for a minute or two. Don’t you think? It’s really the only proper thing to do.. get in some nice, comfy clothes so that you may be ready and and at ease when the time comes to relax. Oh, and my stomach. it growls. I’m hungry. I should really fill my stomach or how else will I be able to study? Yes, yes indeed. i think we call this procrastination.
music anyone? any music to help assuage any anxiety..?
i took the ACT yesterday. had to wake up at 5:45am to arrive on time. damn. that’s supposed to be the test that you do better on then the SAT. except i feel like i sucked. so now i’ll have to rely on my SAT score. which might have also sucked.
later i went shopping with xenia and sophie. bought some kewwwwwl thingggzzz. hahahhaha.