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4.3.01 4:24 p.m. sight: pants i've been working on sound: stairway to heaven (dredging up the past much?) taste: chocolate chip muffin...mmmm feel: scared smell: *sniffs* i can't smell anything. ugh, my parents are going to shoot me when i get my report card. i got a 79 in french...lowest grade i've ever gotten in french, ever. that sucks so bad. but somehow...i got an 81 in physics. i don't even remotely understand how i managed to pull that one off. and i feel bad because i don't deserve the grade and erin doesn't deserve the grade she got in physics. the woman is mad. i'm making up my own gymnastics routine for gym. i don't know why i'm so excited about this...but i love doing dance stuff. i'm so weird. i think i'm going to use "sleep to dream" by fiona apple. sound good? yes? no? me and erin are starting a club. we don't have a name for it yet. it's for girls like us who should be getting some but aren't, and keep wondering how the girls who ARE getting some are doing it. any ideas? ~nicole 4.1.01 1:09 p.m. sight: get smart marathon sound: slc punk soundtrack feel: cramped taste: cinnamon toast crunch smell: lunch cooking get smart is easily one of the greatest sitcoms of all time. ugh, i hate being a girl. yes, it is that time of the month. and it sucks. guys have no valid opinion on that, so shut the fuck up. had the sats yesterday morning...so i was braindead for the rest of the day. i feel sorry for whoever had to talk to me afterwards. yesterday, i worked for the first time in forever. alex (the good manager) was on, along with a new girl and lori. my brother came in at some point, and so did erin's friend kelly brotman. it took her awhile to recognize me though. and then derek and justin came in...how they knew i was working is beyond me. i probably looked like crap...i usually don't care what i look like at work, since no one i know ever comes in...and if they are, they usually tell me. oh well...i really don't care that much how i looked. but.......well, you can read my scribble. the end. ~nicole 3.30.01 9:34 p.m. sight: staples application sound: n64 game feel: somewhat jilted and very cold smell: rain taste: french fries ugh. i was supposed to go to a party in everett tonight...and the guy didn't pick me up at the station. so i went home. i'm still cold and wet. i went to staples tonight, and i saw they were hiring. punk rock! sign me up, i'll work at staples. so me and my brother both picked up applications. my guess is that they won't hire my brother cuz he's not 16 and therefore can't work past 7 p.m. but hey, i have a chance! sats tomorrow. anyone who cares can wish me luck. ~nicole 3.29.01 8:29 p.m. sight: joe bowden's really stupid website sound: letters to cleo taste: homemade frosting smell: clinique happy feel: weak this was a bad day. my grades are so awful in school right now. i was so upset that i was scratching with a really sharp pen cap all throughout french, and cried silently throughout physics. school is a nightmare. life is a nightmare. i am a nightmare. i looked at this picture of me and erin on my keychain during physics, while i was trying to stop myself from being all emotional, and i realized that i have the best friends in the world. and it just made me cry again. and melisa kept giving me odd looks all throughout class...and throwing pens at me when i tried to scratch some more. on the upside, i got invited to a party thrown by this cutie who's friends with mel's special friend. it's tomorrow night, and since i'm taking sats on saturday, it means i have to leave super early. ~nicole 3.28.01 9:45 p.m. sight: really weird looking face that my mom sent me. sound: various background noise. feel: somewhat phlegmmy taste: blood, from biting my cheeks smell: my brother's stinky feet well, at least i feel better today. that outline wasn't due today...it was due tomorrow. so now i'm done with it. hooray. and the history test...well, i studied all the wrong things, so i died. oh well. had this big conversation with my dad today about colleges. i think deep down he STILL thinks i can get into harvard. he thinks i can get into georgetown. what a doofus. i doubt he's aware of my 3.5 gpa. i heart drew carey. today was the april fool's episode. it was awesome. ~nicole 3.27.01 4:51 p.m. sight: new graphic for website sound: saves the day feel: wincing in pain taste: sprite smell: air freshener (my brother and his friend had an air freshener fight. when i woke up this morning, i knew i shouldn't have gone to school. i wasn't feeling all that great as it was, plus i had a huge history test to take. i go outside to clean off my car (which was a sheet of ice), and i went to open the hatch door to my trunk and whacked myself really hard in the head. i claimed i was fine, even though i was seeing stars for an hour. then i was on 128, falling asleep in traffic (not literally), and all of a sudden the snow on my roof decides to fall onto my windshield. and of course, with the luck i had been having today, i rear-ended the car in front of me. there was no damage to her car (and she was really nice about the whole thing, thank god), and there's a very small hardly noticeable crack in the front of my car. no big deal. so i drive to school, and i'm late, and i got to my first class. i nearly died, my head was pounding so much. i went upstairs to lie down, but i think i ended up passing out. at any rate, by that point, i decided i had had enough, called mom to have her permission to get me out of school, and managed to drive myself home, where i plopped into bed for about 2 hours until my brother and his friend burst into the house and began screaming like they were being murdered. and i'm supposed to do a huge english outline tonight and study for a huge history test again? ugh. ~nicole 3.25.01 10:48 p.m. sight: mla book, ugh. sound: weezer's "island in the sun" taste: mentos (the freshmaker) feel: chilled smell: laundry detergent i am definitely ready to leave zany brainy, especially after what happened today. one of my managers is a major bitch and she got really mad at one of the head cashiers for offering some time-saving advice on something or other, and proceeded to yell at both me and her for it. also, i had to take a written exam yesterday...and i "failed" (because an 86 is now failing). so they're going to make me take it again. to which i say, "hell NO!" so if anyone reading this ever feels the need to apply to zany brainy, let me give you a word of advice: don't. must finish shitloads of homework now. ~nicole 3.23.01 4:23 p.m. sight: sex pants feel: slightly uncomfortable taste: coffee sound: our lady peace smell: melting snow (that doesn't make sense to anyone except me) so here's my website. i got it up...it only took like, what, two months? yes, i am aware, i am pathetic. so what else is new? erin told me the funniest story today about religion class. they were discussing parkinson's disease, the pope, and erin said muhammed ali (i think she meant evander holyfield, but whatever), and this girl jenn asked "is that why he bit that guy's ear off?" and my dearest friend lauren (who occasionally can be a teensy bit absent-minded) said "who, the pope?" that made my day. ~nicole 3.22.01 10:10 check it out. the site is OPEN. wahoo. ~nicole |