i have lots of homework. or i procrastinate on a little bit of homework. i am not sure which one it is.. BUT either way i’ve been too tired these days. so tired that i have neglected to talk to certain people on aim! that’s very un-nicole, isn’t it?
today i had a two hour sga meeting. it started at 5pm. why not 4pm, right after school? iiiiiiiii don’t know. but i would have been home an hour earlier. i tried to take a nap before - but no - i was bombarded with phone calls.
well.. not really. ana called and said sara-lou wanted to have dinner at panera or something after school tomorrow.. before she returned to france-land. i can’t. gsa and mock trial meeting after school and sara-lou says she’s on a tight schedule. plus mr. anthony is so vague. i don’t know when either will be over sooooo i will be missing the rendezvous (not to mention my having to turn down cam’s birthday dinner at cafe instanbul. damn). but at least now i can take a proper nap after school. after gsa. after mock trial.
counter to the previous nights of this week, my goal for tonight was to be in bed by 10:30. it’s 10:44. (either way it’s better than 530am…) but it’s been far too long since i’ve blog-o-rama-ed and i owe it to myself. and the sad souls who condemn themselves to reading these teenage blatherings.
on the plus side - mall friday with sophie and mysterious friend who refuses to drive on the highway. despite the fact she’s had her liscence for a year. strange world, i say. shopping will be fun. so will what we do after - it better be, i’ve been a string puller in every sense of the word to make sure it is (shout out to risharky).
p.s. picture day friday. look fuckin’ gooooood.
Listening to: PIAZZA NEW YORK CATCHER, Belle & Sebastian
but what can i say - i’ve been busy with school and making weekend plans avec le belle Sara-Lou. it’s difficult to ensure everything lines up, you know. and seeing as the general rule is “one thing a weekend” it can be very difficult to encorporate my close friends into the mix as well. i’ve managed so far to do fun things friday and saturday. if you count today as fun…
this school week thankfully went by fast. i was sick thursday :( but friday i was better. i got a 100 on my essay in american lit, but a shitty grade on my math quiz. damn it. i did get one of the five spots open for sga senator though. this makes me proud.
yesterday i went to andrew’s house from 620 - 830. t’was fun. after, we went to taqueria el vecino for grace’s going away dinner. (WE WILL MISS YOU. BON JOURNE! BONNE CHANCE! AU REVOIR!) lasted an hour and a half. everyone left, though some returned not once, not twice, but three times (sophie and her band of teenage girls… let’s just hope she finally turned her lights on. it was dark and rainy you know.) i ordered a mojado steak burrito. ate barely any of it. took it home and ate the rest for breakfast today.
now i am getting ready to go to a football game. not even a football game. a scrimmage. a little teeny thing. why? parce que… sara-lou veux aller. she wants to go. she will soon realize it is not what she expected. and if it is.. she must not have expected much!
is a gorgeous,vibrant blue stone popularized in the predynastic period of egypt. (thank you, art history). it is also the color of a necklace i bought at rag-o-rama yesterday (thank you cheapeo store).
joining abby, ana, sophie, xenia and myself was une fille; elle s’appelle sara-lou. she was very nice. i would explain how and why she was with us - as i have attempted with everyone else who has asked - but instead i will go with a much more simple, much less accurate story. she is the niece of my french teacher’s husband’s boss. yes. that is actually simpler than the truth. we met at little five and from there, the night was ourrrrs. there was english, there was french, there was german (though xenia only spoke it to herself.. haaa) and there was shopping shopping shopping. thrifting thrifting thrifting. what’s not to like, i ask you?
later, we (abby, ana, sara-lou and myself. xenia and sophie drove home) dined at sweet lime. i’d never eaten there before and now that i have, may i say, fantaaastic. sushi was great. abby (sushi virgin) agreed. petite sara-lou was appeased as well.
apres, nous sommes partir for grace’s house! she welcomed us (sophie and xenia as well) with open arms and an open hot tub. that was fun. of course deciding on the perfect swimsuit to wear wasss an issue.
”my bottoms are too big!”
"the top is too small!”
"can i have a looser one? i am huge!”
"I want to look like a whore!”
such phrases echoed through grace’s room during our swimsuit trial and error. however all anxiety was forgotten once we entered the tub. nous etions tres chillllllllllllllll. surtout avec sara-lou! i think she enjoyed herself. mais, qui sait vraiment, oui?
perhaps we’ll go to lenox next weekend. she wanted something more commercial. in which case, make no mistake, i’ll remember to call you andrew! :)
is kind of fun. sort of. if you’re really ocd and like order. and the smell of sharpies. like meeeeeee.
school today. my classes are all new and different which i kind of like. but i know everyone in my classes so that’s pretty old. sophieeeee is in my 5th period. yeeeeeA! i haven’t had a real class with her since like 5th grade. don’t get me started on my french teacher (for those of you who know HAHAHAH)… i miss summer. it was just in my grasp a week ago. here i am now, organizing dividers and unwrapping college ruled notebook paper. BLAHHHHHHHH. but it’s already started. and i’m already here.
schedule as follows: (however is subject to change. lots of fuckups in the scheduling dept. for some.)
haven’t said THOSE four words in a few months. either way, it’s not going to stop me. we shall converse. haaaaaaaa.
man oh man am i ready? no. is anyone ready? no. we’ve all talked about this a hundred million twenty thousant times. i remember the last day of school. it was brilliance! it was hope! it was light!
now is the beginning. now is only tunnels of darkness and defeat. teehee. i laugh now, but it’s only so long until i actually feel that way.
and thanks to a certain get-together a couple days ago, i’ll never forget how summer ‘09 ended and neither will everyone else. one migt remember the pungent odors or the scraping of twigs on their bare legs. one may recall the smell of wet dirt under their noses, while others the unmistakable vommit-slash-shit-your-pants feeling mixed with NO LEGROOM whatsoever and dicks in charge. i’ve laughed since then thankfully.
was yesterday. i registered of course - which took only forty minutes really. so why was i there from 7:30am to 4:00pm?
wellllllllllllll Julie (ma petite soeur) would be registered early at her elem school approx. 8am, so my dad thought it would be great if i got ready the same time they did.
"We’ll drop you off at Lakeside and you can make yourself useful for a few hours."wtttttttttttttttttttttttf?
perhaps it is that i am a lazy son of a bitch but… whyyy the fuck would i want to make any part of myself ”useful” to the one establishment that is in charge of a majority of my unhappiness? well that sounded extremely harsh and dramatic. maybe i didn’t mean it. three days before my dad insisted on reminding me every day.
"Wednesday Registration Day. You’ll go in early to help out. Hear that, Melody? We’ll wake Nicole up nice and early and she can make herself useful all around Lakeside.." (Ohgodfuckyou)
I spent most of the time taking families back and forth to see the school registrar some english speaking, some not. From the office to the library I would call “Number 24, Number 25, etc…” My face hurt from the smiling and opening doors. (This one girl and her mother were very friendly. Sally, I’ll call her, talked a mile a minute about how nervous she was moving from California and what kind of friends she thought she’d make. She asked about the classes she should take and told me about the outdoor pool at her old school. She inquired about the boys at Lakeside. In response, I just shook my head. She told me how rebellious she was. Because she had a Myspace. Despite the fact that she wore the outfit her mother picked out for her. Hmm. Soon after her mother approached us with a pen and two slips of paper. “For you two to exchange numbers,” She said. Uh huh..) They were very cute and very nice, in their defense.
I also got the priviledge of seeing almost all ofvmy old teachers walking around from both freshman and sophomore year. "Hello Mrs. _____, Hello Mr. _______" They asked me all the typical questions and through it all, I was tempted to tell each of them how my summer really was.
Not to mention the teachers who insisted on asking me, "What are you doing just sitting there?" Well. For your information. I am not sitting here. I am waiting on alert. I have to be on call outside the enrollment office in case I must make a dash for some kind of form. I am not sitting. I am watching and listening. Mr. B was nice at least.
Four hours later, my dad took me to Subway. We ate fresh. Except for the cookie I got… which was surprisingly very very authetntic tasting. When it was time to return I took a break or.. more like quit. I saw Sophie for 2.2 minutes and then Maya and Amit. Anastasiya stopped by for a second and Ana and Julia came to my gymnastics table. My gymnastics table had a total of 5 signatures on it — three of those signatures belonging to those already on the team. Damn.
Upon taking a break - aka leaving - I saw Vincent. I was sure he had forgotten today was registration day (I’d imagined him sleeping through today and waking up, rubbing his eyes, “OH SHITTTT”) but low and behold, there he was with his father. I helped them along (eventhough Vincent claims it was “ordering”) the registration line and even showed Vincent our school. I introduced him to the new principle - he was apprehensive, I suspect he wanted to stay below the radar - but I won’t take no for an answer Vinny!
From that point on, the two of us just hung out and met up with a few other people. Apparently, after they were done, they were heading off to have a nicccce time. A nice time that I so desperately wanted to share in. I called my Dad and asked him if I could go over to Vincent’s. He said no because of “no parental supervision.” I told him his dad would be there (he really would,) and his response was, “I mean from Lakeside TO Vincent’s house.” Again dad, wtfffffffffffff?
In the end, Vincent and I shared in conversation outside of the school in the blazing heat about everything from weed to “relationships”. Thank God, he so graciously stayed with me.. I might have had to resort to making conversations with members of the PTSA. That or passing out in a bathroom stall - I was up until 3am the night before.
one move and already you’ve turned up MIA. how reliable.
Yesterday and the day before, I went school shopping. (Yeah.) Bought some clothes and some shoes. One pair I’m very much in love with and I wore them all around the house today. As for supplies.. that shit can fucking wait. The rest of this post is really interesting as well. You can stop reading this if you really want to.
Bored today. I am watching my sister Julie this week while my parents work. I’ve cleaned my sink, scrubbed the toilet and bleached my shower. i swiffered my floor and washed my sheets and straightened up the kitchen. Now everything is clean but me. Will be showering sooner or later.
despite the fact that i post regularly. and quality posting it is, i might say!
today hung out with vincent and andrew. vincent for two hours at echo ridge, than andrew joined us and we continued the fun at his house.
i pulled vincent in his pool and ruined his phone. albert thinks i am a child molester. i am soooo sorry. for the phone, not albert’s false accusations.
i thought i lost my camera, but it turns out it was in my purse all along. left my purple hole-y sweater however, not to mention my pretty cross necklace i misplaced the 10th. for godsakes will i ever find it? it’s doubtful.
- perhaps this wasn’t so quality. but i am tired -