| i'm baaaaacccckkkkk |
[21 Aug 2004|01:28am] |
yes indeed, i am home from colorado. i didn't encounter one of the white girls the whole time. here are some highlights:
-my dad drank a whole bottle of whiskey with his friend wolfgang
-gabe accidentally burned my hand with his cigarette and i'm branded for life
-the ghost in the haunted appartment didn't give me too much trouble. oh!
dear jackie-
it's so weird that you mention waking up with bruises and scratches in weird places you would of noticed otherwise. the same thing happened to me. i had these weird cuts on my hips and bruises all over my legs. and i don't bruise easily at all. i usually have to get hit pretty hard to bruise. so unless gabe was beating me in my sleep-something else was attacking me. and on the inside of my arm i had several long scratches. very mysterious, no?
-i ate like a pig
-i bought lots of weird bird stuff
-my grandma took me shopping twice and bought me a shit load of estee lauder makeup and clothes and shoes galore. she bought gabe one shirt. poor gabe.
that's about it. tomorrow i'm going to the fag fair and then hopefully to vanessa's party if i can make up my mind to ditch work which shouldn't be hard since i do it almost everyday. the end.
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[26 Jul 2004|02:42am] |
i'm being bad already and it's only july twenty something. i've already missed a ton of shows at the bowl. my last pay check was for 35 dollars. how will i fix my car, buy designer clothing, get a tattoo, take my friends out to expensive dinners, buy cigarettes and starbucks with 35 freakin dollars a week?
oh well.
gabe is going to vegas for his 21st birthday. then we're leaving to colorado. i'm a bit apprehensive about going to colorado this time to tell the truth. i feel like something weird is going to happen either there or here while i'm gone. and i'm afraid of the haunted appartment we have to stay in-i'm affraid i'll see the ghost again. and i'm afraid those annoying white girls i almost beat up last time will be there. i really don't want to see them. i'm going to miss my mom and my cat and my car. and i'm afraid of flying of course. man. i hope it all goes ok. last time was just so full of horrible shit. gabe and i fought the whole time. i acted like a huge cunt in front of all kinds of people. my cousins, my friends, complete strangers-i think i've tarnished my image in la veta forever. they'll all just remember me as that crazy white girl from LA who hated everyone and cried a lot.
i'l going to learn how to knit. and i need other things i can teach myself how to do while i'm out there cause the library and the video store are only fun for about a day. i need sugestions. badly.
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| fuck ma$e...nicole is back |
[19 Jul 2004|10:30pm] |
i have a copy of both nights of radiohead live at the hollywood bowl last year. 9/25-26/03 to be exact.
you are jealous.
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| Das ist mein wisdom teeth. ouch. |
[25 Jun 2004|10:39pm] |
this morning i had the pleasure of getting my top two wisdom teeth removed. unfortuantly, they werent even in yet, and they were on their way in crooked. so i got to have, dun dun.....oral surgery! first they poked me full of holes trying to find a vein in my arm. when they couldn't, they poked my OTHER arm full of holes. apparetntly i would make a terrible junky. after the IV was inserted and i drifted off into a wonderful sleep, they cut my gums open, broke the tooth into little shards, removed them and stitched them back up. I know resemble a chipmunk high on vicodin harvesting nuts for the winter. a whole pack of bloody gauze later, i think it's stoppped bleeding. bye bye teeth. the bottom ones, which are even more crooked then the tops (they're almost horizontal) will come out in a couple of month as well. Fantastich! Oh and i'm passing german so far.
ich Heisse Nicole und es geht mir gut. Mein mexican, gabe, ist auch die "Valley party". ich nein da, ich habe nein leben.
that says (very brokenly) that gabe is at a valley party and i'm not cause i have no life.
need to go take more vicodin very badly. feels like jaw is going to explode.
the end.
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[09 Jun 2004|06:44pm] |
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i've already seen harry potter 3 times. once the day it came out, once monday and once last night at the vista for free. i am obsessed. i think i have a problem. but all i know is that the first two movies can kiss my arse because this one rules.
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| Puzzles |
[07 May 2004|03:54am] |
Some strange shit is going on these days. My mom is actually getting really noticably angry with me because I have yet to find a job and I started out the semester with 4 classes, and now I'm only taking one. It's not like her to be angry, anyone who knows my mother knows that you could kick her in the stomach and she'd still be happy. I must have really pissed her off.
Tomorrow is the preformance of the shakespeare shit etc. I'm actually really looking forward to it. Because I have no life.
I just talked to Rachel on my cell phone, she was alseep, which I guess I should of figured since it's 4 in the morning. Things are not looking good in her department. It makes me depressed. Really, I seriously felt this huge weight fall onto my shoulders after I talked to her. Her parents need to chill out never-the-less I think.
I went to my Geography class tonight and learned about normal and anibatic lapse rates. FUN!! No, seriously, I think it's fun. It explains how to calculate the temperature at any given elevation depending on how the surrounding air is moving. Whatever, anyway, I found a new exercise for my butt and it's really making it look nice. yay. I lost 4 pounds. But I just ate a donut so I probably just gained a pound back. Fuck, I have no control!! It was good though.
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| Mean Girls Reviewed by Retarded Girls |
[01 May 2004|01:09am] |
Creeping jesus!! Am I glad I graduated from high school or what?? Come to think of it, I think maybe I just got lucky. This review makes me feel really good about myself. Shit, I think it would make an autistic kid feel good about him or herself.
Below, a review for "Mean Girls"
DAMN! its's GOOD!
8 of 5 stars
Reviewed by ynnoz 05/01/04
mean girls is a rily good movie especially 2 teens coz they cud rily relate 2 it and stuf about high skul lyf, popularity and reputations...alsogeeks, freaks, nerds and "smartypantses". It's cool! hOpE yOu cOuLd wAtCh iT! eVn tHo' i didn't yet!
::Sigh::
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| Shit is back in order I think. |
[01 May 2004|12:59am] |
Ok, so I'm going to go to the counceling office and bitch about my bitch-ass teacher and her bitch-ass hearing aid. the end.
I just got back from big bear. It was cold. 32 degrees at night. brrrr. Me, Ernie, Gabe and Alexia went. We had the best hotel room ever. It had a jacuzzi and a kitchen and 3 beds and it was nice and toasty inside. FOR 50 BUCKS. Cheap price for a not-so-cheap room, my friend. It was because it was a weekday and it's off-season so we got a discount. And we were practically the only ones there so we made lots of noise.
Today we got up and ran around and took pictures.
Funniest thing ever:
We saw this portapotty, and the name of the company that supplied it was "Mother Load"
That is wonderful and sick at the same time.
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| FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!!!! |
[28 Apr 2004|08:07pm] |
My Film as Lit teacher is a CUNT. To say the least.
I walked into class today and she doesn't call my name on the roll sheet. Then she comes over and informs me that i've been absent four times and that that's too many and she's droppping me. But I look at Ernie's roll, and he's only marked as being absent twice. ad Ernie and I never ever go to class with out the other. We go together every single week. So i told her that there was obviouslt a mistake, because if i had 4 absences than Ernie would have the same. She then acussed me of trying to get Ernie dropped too. I said no, I wasn't, but there was clearly a mistake because I know for sure I haven't missed 4 classes. She then told me there was nothing I could do.
My teacher is extrememly hard of hearing, and wears a hearing aid by the way. If you don't scream, and I always sit in the very back of class, she wont here you. A couple of times I suspected that she hadn't really heard me, but I guess it's now my fault that I didn't make sure. I just didn't expect a disaster like this to happen. And for her to act like such a bitch about it. She seemed like a nice, but slightly confussed, lady. I am, oobviously, an extremely poor judge of charatcer.
So after she walked back to the front of the class I sat there intotal shock, and she said, in front of everyone, "Nicole, you have been dropped which means you need to leave the classroom right now." I looked at Ernie, and asked him if was going to stay, but he didn't want to make me wait 3 hours outside since he was driving. so we left. and now he's probably dropped too.
The most fucked out part is that i can't prove to her that i'm telling the truth because I hae notes from te days she's saying I was absent but she'll think I just copied them off of ernie.
I'm having an anxiety attack. i need that class cause i'm on academic probation and i'm going to get kicke d out of school.
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[28 Apr 2004|01:59am] |
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Ursher died.
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| The Story of Ursher the Caterpillar |
[23 Apr 2004|05:24pm] |
As I was walking up the 200,000 fucking stairs to the GCC parking lot one evening, Ernie and I stumbled across a small black, spiky little lifeform fighting for it's life on the edge of a step. Clearly the little caterpillar was going in the wrong direction, as it was about to be trampled by the unforgiving nike-clad feet of many-a-vapid GCC student. I gingerly picked it up and was about to place it back in the malnorished college landscaped shrubs, when a flood of memories from childhood washed back into my tired, oxygen depleted mind. When I was 6 or so, I had 2 of these very same caterpillars in a jar, and over time they turned into beautiful butterflies and flew away. So, as I felt my inner child needed some serious coddling, I took him home. On the way back, resting on Ernie's finger and getting a slight contact high from Ernie's pipe (being held in the same hand) we listened to Usher and lil John sing the ever-irritating "Yeah" and decided to call him Ursher.
I have been feeding little Ursher fennel from a near-by bush and he's grown half his orignal size. I expect him to be undergoing his crysalis (sp?) stage any day now and will take many a picture when he has become the world's first Ursher butterfly.
the end.
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| FUCK FUCK FUCK- 10 PROBLEMS |
[18 Apr 2004|01:46am] |
number 1: i am broke.
number 2: system of a down plays the greek in less than a week.
number 3: my mom might buy me tickets on ebay but she's giving me the run around ("well, if you get a job in the next week i'll buy them for you"....uh, i don't have that long!)
number 4: i'm getting paid by the petition people i was working for soon. about 90 bucks i think.
number 4 1/2: ernie and i have to go to big bear for extra credit for our geography class and i need hotel money
number5: so once i get paid i need to use my money for a hotel-not concert tickets
number6: i keep bidding on ebay. and i keep getting outbid.
number 7: i need a mother fucking job
number8: i want to see system of a down SO badly i could barf
number9: mtv is playing crappy music right now and it's making me angry.
number10: my cigarettes are in my car and it's cold outside so i don't want to go get them but i want one.
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oh yes, thank you jackie for my adorable new lay out. quails rool.
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| Merry Rachel day!!! |
[13 Apr 2004|01:39am] |
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today is rachel's 19th birthday, and it's the first time in 12 years that i haven't been there with her to celebrate, or, eat cake or something. it's very strange.
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| what the poop |
[12 Apr 2004|03:55am] |
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ok, I was going to refrain from updating my new journal until jackie or rachel created a layout for me that was aesthetically pleasing and did not have my head on the body of brittany spears. i was promised it would be done-last week. so, for now, my journal remains ugly. I sincerely apologize and if jackie could please get her little ass in gear I would appreciate it. thank you.
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| WELCOME |
[04 Apr 2004|10:39pm] |
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Hello and welcome to my new and improved (cough) live journal. hopefully I don't bore you all to death.
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