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Name: Nicolle
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 7/22/1987
Gender: Female


Interests: Things I'm interested in eh? Well.. Writing- Poetry, stories, nonsense, Rambles, Blog entries that almost no one undertands... Music- metal, rock.. specific's you say? Pearl Jam, Hoobastank, Into Eternity, Him, ect. Friends- Well.. You know who you are!!
Expertise: hm.. Doubting things, Mispelling words, Talking...
Occupation: Student


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Friday, November 17, 2006

I fucking hate my job


Just when I think "YES! NO WORRIES FOR A WHOLE WEEKEND"

I get an email.

I go crazy...

magically avoid crying...

Now I'm in a bad mood and don't want to go...

But I'm going... I'll sleep in the car...

FUCK!!


Tuesday, May 09, 2006

xanga and I have sorta lost touch, we're those friends that you always tell "we should hang out" and then never do.  Except I've never really liked xanga.  You can still check up on what's going on with me at my livejournal or even *shudders* myspace. I don't update myspace that often but I'm on lj like every week at least. 

see you around.


Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Sad Sad Night...
I Feel...: Intensly Sad...

On Sunday Night I was watching a movie and my Bird (skava) started screeching.  I went and checked the food and water... all was well.  I sat back down.  Then he started screeching louder and I went to check on the female who was in the breeding box....

Turns out he was screeching because she had died.  Six years old.  They had lived their entire lives together.  I instantly started crying and went to tell my mom... She called my roommate (craig) and he came home to help me.  We buried her in the front yard and burned incense.  I threw the entire breeding box away.  I was sad but it was much worse for Skava.  He screamed ALL night.  I got a grand total of twenty min of sleep.  I felt so horrible... that would be like your simese twin dying.  They had never been separated.  

I called around to a few bird shops to see what I could do for him because I couldn't handle it.  Some said that it would make him happy to have another bird... but something tells me it wouldn't.  So Yesterday I went out and bought him forty dollars worth of toys.  He's okay now, I bought him a couple of mirrors.

I have had my birds for six years... It's going to be hard getting into the habbit of saying "bird" singular.  They were -my- first pets.  I paid for them and they were mine.  I just hope that skava remains being okay.  

Here's a picture...  Skava (on the right) is the one with the prominate yellow face, being the male and Marble (On the left) was the female with the grey face.



-_-,


Friday, March 10, 2006

Puddle puddle at my feet, why do you lay there so... why don't you evaporate and take with you my soul. Take me on the water cycle take me in the clouds, when you're tired and had enough just drop me on down, Take me to a lake or somewhere silent, take my where the bang will really sound violent. Where all the wildlife will run in feared wonder... where all the spirts will hear my violent thunder. Puddle puddle I step in you, and you sit there reflecting the blue. You don't care that you're a puddle, it's just a part of your life, but I need something more, I need something right. I need to be in the blue, I can't just reflect it... you know what puddle puddle I think I dispise you. You need to be brave, and demand to rise... bitch slap that sun and tell him what's right. Puddle puddle don't look at me like that, I'm telling you what you need to hear, puddle puddle you're making me sad, I have to get away from here. Puddle puddle you'll be gone, and all alone on your way, Puddle puddle you rose with out me, so all I have to say is...

Fuck you.


Thursday, February 09, 2006

My Plan... Revised completly

I Feel...: stressed but fine
I hear...: a plugging in my ears has occured.

- Finish out this semester 

- Save Money

- Take my Drivers Test on Jan 18th

- Keep my cell phone up

- Get car insurance

- Prepare to Move by July

- Move to Joey's house in July



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