The sun came up with no conclusions.
Road To Joy.
Last night was a bunch of fun. We drank coffee, some of us had snacks, and we all played cards. I love groups (as long as everyone is neat). [Well, I could have been a famous singer, if I had someone else's voice...] 2 hours flew by like the little boy on atreyu's back. I really like those kids. I might have to hang out with them more often. Lori attempted to set Katy and I up with some of her boy's friends. Oddly, they both liked me and agreed that I am "cute and funny." Kind of shocking, yet awesome. So... I'm totally going to get to know one of them better. TEEHEE. (Enter: Nicole having a nerdy freak-out scene reminiscent of grade 7.) I wonder what'll end up happening. Who knows. I'll give it my best shot. His smile is incredible. He's blonde, silly of me to see him and automatically think "click," especially since I've been on this rampage of finding darker skinned fellows with dark hair attractive. There is an asian (most likely) guy at school who looks like Felix from One Tree Hill. He is so beautiful. Too pretty for me. I tend to drool quite a bit when he walks past me. It's great to have a tremendous amount of homework and not do it. I'd rather not write a fucking autobiography in spanish. No thank you. I lost 8 pounds. Amazing. Cool. Sweet. Sour. Who the fuck cares? Chipotle is my God. I went to Caribou today to do some homework... I should have left when I saw Liz's car. I knew we'd just sit and talk for a long time. But, I find her to be awesome so I walked in and spent a long time talking to her. This is te most random blob of words I've written in a long while. It's nice to talk about everything running around the track in my head to absolutely no one. I like it better that way sometimes. People can keep their judgments to themselves. Their ignorant comments may be silenced. Katy asked me if I ever felt like I wasn't being myself around anyone. I though about it, and I realized that I'm always myself. It's come to the point where if someone doesn't like me I really couldn't care less. This is me. I'm a dork, I'm loud, I'm quiet, I'm weird. You don't like it? Shove it. Most peopel do like me though. Unless I tell them off. Yet, I don't want to people I tell off to like me anyhow. Pieces of shit. Skim Chai. Kim was sad today. I feel awful about it. She never looks unhappy. Why is it that just as I start to feel uber good everyone else seems to be going downhill in their emotional states? Fuck winter. Fuck darkness. It's about time I change the title of my livejournal. Lip gloss is nice. My nails look good. I did them for the first time in ages. There is really no point when you work at a coffee shop, they get all fuggled up. I'm funny. Conor is fantastic. Come tomorrow I will probably crabby again. Waking up early, doing work all day, going home and doing homewokr and then working will do that to a person. But fuck it, I'll take some time to smile. Even when I'm crying I will make a joke to make people laugh. I live on their laughter. Next time anyone is feeling horrible, help them out. Just start giggling about nothing. Make a joke. Bring them a cake with a penis on the top. Who can't laugh at that? I think I'll think up something to do for Greenwell. That poor girl. I know how she is feeling about now. I don't know her well, but I need to make her laugh tomorrow. More than usual. It's my job on this earth. I need to be held. Does anyone else have a "dream date"? I'm going to have to say that hanging out for a bit and then eating dinner. After that we'd go to the comedy club and watch some hilarious giggle tactics. Then we'd go home and watch Family Guy or some random hilarious movie that we both enjoy. I would, of course, have his favorite candy and drink ready for him. And we would laugh and cuddle. I would send him home with a note in his pocket. He'd get home and empty his pockets and see the note "Thanks for the super time. You are great. nicole." He'd smile, and go to bed. I'm such an emobaby. :-) The sun must continue shining. Later from now on. It makes me happy. I really have nothing to say. Perhaps I am finished. Perhaps I am.
Have a fantastic night. High five.
(The excited emoticon looks fucking strung-out... which I most certainly am not!)
Last night was a bunch of fun. We drank coffee, some of us had snacks, and we all played cards. I love groups (as long as everyone is neat). [Well, I could have been a famous singer, if I had someone else's voice...] 2 hours flew by like the little boy on atreyu's back. I really like those kids. I might have to hang out with them more often. Lori attempted to set Katy and I up with some of her boy's friends. Oddly, they both liked me and agreed that I am "cute and funny." Kind of shocking, yet awesome. So... I'm totally going to get to know one of them better. TEEHEE. (Enter: Nicole having a nerdy freak-out scene reminiscent of grade 7.) I wonder what'll end up happening. Who knows. I'll give it my best shot. His smile is incredible. He's blonde, silly of me to see him and automatically think "click," especially since I've been on this rampage of finding darker skinned fellows with dark hair attractive. There is an asian (most likely) guy at school who looks like Felix from One Tree Hill. He is so beautiful. Too pretty for me. I tend to drool quite a bit when he walks past me. It's great to have a tremendous amount of homework and not do it. I'd rather not write a fucking autobiography in spanish. No thank you. I lost 8 pounds. Amazing. Cool. Sweet. Sour. Who the fuck cares? Chipotle is my God. I went to Caribou today to do some homework... I should have left when I saw Liz's car. I knew we'd just sit and talk for a long time. But, I find her to be awesome so I walked in and spent a long time talking to her. This is te most random blob of words I've written in a long while. It's nice to talk about everything running around the track in my head to absolutely no one. I like it better that way sometimes. People can keep their judgments to themselves. Their ignorant comments may be silenced. Katy asked me if I ever felt like I wasn't being myself around anyone. I though about it, and I realized that I'm always myself. It's come to the point where if someone doesn't like me I really couldn't care less. This is me. I'm a dork, I'm loud, I'm quiet, I'm weird. You don't like it? Shove it. Most peopel do like me though. Unless I tell them off. Yet, I don't want to people I tell off to like me anyhow. Pieces of shit. Skim Chai. Kim was sad today. I feel awful about it. She never looks unhappy. Why is it that just as I start to feel uber good everyone else seems to be going downhill in their emotional states? Fuck winter. Fuck darkness. It's about time I change the title of my livejournal. Lip gloss is nice. My nails look good. I did them for the first time in ages. There is really no point when you work at a coffee shop, they get all fuggled up. I'm funny. Conor is fantastic. Come tomorrow I will probably crabby again. Waking up early, doing work all day, going home and doing homewokr and then working will do that to a person. But fuck it, I'll take some time to smile. Even when I'm crying I will make a joke to make people laugh. I live on their laughter. Next time anyone is feeling horrible, help them out. Just start giggling about nothing. Make a joke. Bring them a cake with a penis on the top. Who can't laugh at that? I think I'll think up something to do for Greenwell. That poor girl. I know how she is feeling about now. I don't know her well, but I need to make her laugh tomorrow. More than usual. It's my job on this earth. I need to be held. Does anyone else have a "dream date"? I'm going to have to say that hanging out for a bit and then eating dinner. After that we'd go to the comedy club and watch some hilarious giggle tactics. Then we'd go home and watch Family Guy or some random hilarious movie that we both enjoy. I would, of course, have his favorite candy and drink ready for him. And we would laugh and cuddle. I would send him home with a note in his pocket. He'd get home and empty his pockets and see the note "Thanks for the super time. You are great. nicole." He'd smile, and go to bed. I'm such an emobaby. :-) The sun must continue shining. Later from now on. It makes me happy. I really have nothing to say. Perhaps I am finished. Perhaps I am.
Have a fantastic night. High five.
(The excited emoticon looks fucking strung-out... which I most certainly am not!)