March 2010
prom preparations
ew. a whole post dedicated to prom - heh.
12:34pm (1,2,3,4..) and i’m about to leave. the hunt for the perfect (mediocre) prom dress. i have imagined red, bergundy, turquoise, olive.
but now, i suppose, the choice comes down to price. and fit. i don’t need a dress that makes me look fatter than my wallet (which isn’t so fat mind you..)
my throat hurts. i slept with my mouth...
toriimooooore:
charlotte russe at northlake closed. fml.
oh god, i know. sucks. but they had a going out of business sale. bought two pairs of panties and a tank for $3.00…
One of the reasons I was not looking forward to a...
Lit.
Must think of clever ending of title for Research Paper. Book is about a woman living in the late 19th century. She ignores all practicality behind and throws all tradition to the wind.
She cheats on her husband, learns to paint and swims for hours in the “hypnotizing” gulf of Mexico, all the while discovering her “feelings”. She enlivened. She is revitalized. She is...
We had our first Gymnastics Meet yesterday
it went pretty well. i messed up a lot, but so did a lot of people.. so it’s okay. even dunwoody’s star russian gymnast, oksana screwed up on her back tumbling. HEH. but i love her still. my favorite was my routine on the uneven bars.
we came in second. i say, not bad! considering we have 3+ new girls on the team. right? anywho. massive headache after, and now i fear i’ve done...
The Can-Can went so FANTASTICALLY. So I showed it...
*Oliver, all the while crawling in out out of our kicking legs*
Mom: I realized why Oliver has been acting so crazy!
Me: Why?
Mom: He's hungry!
Me: Oh GOD.. I forgot to give him his food..
Mom: Yeah! Oliver probably thinks we're crazy - 'The Can-Can is great Nicole, but Can-Can you feed me?'
and the countdown begins.
4 more days - not counting today - until the week is over.
18 more days - not counting today - until spring break.
i wonder
is my blog becoming a music blog?
i know i’ve got a lot of songs up here..but only because i like them so much!
the next time you get a text post from me
will be when i finally finish this crapshit paper. that i’ll get a crapshit grade on.
know what i’m saying?
bullshit, man.
that’s okay.
it
will
so
be
over
soon.
part 3 to write. I’m thinking a page and a half if that…
you always make me do things.
okay so it turns out:
i didn’t do that paper. but no one did.
i wanna finish over the weekend!
we better have that pizza party. i need pizza! and i helped clean!
am i right?
i love you
takemetogreece:
cbuyens:
Allie Duke’s Birthday Weekend Extravaganze
Two Weeks- Grizzly Bear
Claire, that was so good!
Oh, verrry cool. Happy Belated!
* In Reference to my Costume Dress for Street Car...
Me: Man, I really wish I could wear this dress somewhere
Mom: Really.
Me: Yes. It's kind of cute.
Mom: Not really..
Me: But it's just kind of out of season..out-dated.. out of style..
Mom: You'd have to be out of your mind to wear it.
Me: @_@
la la la
i want to hear music now.
i’m hungry.
i have a paper to write
just thinking about it churns my stomach. into a sickening, burning mixture of anxiety and nausea. If only i could throw up that feeling. But I can’t. I can’t rid the feeling from my body. Gastric and psychological turmoil.
Instead, I’d be throwing up fruitsnacks and 10 square caramels.
This is what Ms. Anderson will do to me once she returns
Now. For the big question:
Do...