are we undead because of tomorrow?

hm...

probably the big bang theory theme song...
and, no, i hated my version, cause it was all "dee dee dooo dum dum deeeeeee" haha

ugh, i'm so tired all the time, and i have no idea why.
kat's peeved, cause she can't sleep, and all i want to do is sleep. haha.

anyway, i'm going home for the weekend. alright! basically, i need to... but theres reasons... but! i get to do laundry, and eat amazing food!
yay!

only downside, is that beta is apparently having a party tonight... hm... although, it isn't beta anymore, thanks to their dismissal of frat-ness.
note: i wouldn't be going to this party, i'd watch everyone come back in, going "HOMG! I HAD SO MUCH FUN AT BETA!" with a creepy frat boy attatched to their side, leading them to their bedroom... bahaha.
i like hte newest frat guys, like... Texas, and Rob... and Andrew... and... Barbs... they are cool, but the older ones... creeeeeeperrrrrrs.

ugh, but, back to the main point.
i'm leaving this weekend, and elton SO knows it. he's all glaring at me from his tank, and its creeping me out. he knows too much for a fish.

alright, back to packing my crap.
<3

now, quistion time: whats the best name you could come up with for a betta fish... mine is elton john, what would yours be?

envy.
but i won't show it. haha

"Other bands, it's about sex. Or pain. Or some fantasy. But The Beatles, they knew what they were doing. You know the reason The Beatles made it so big? 'I Wanna Hold Your Hand.' First single. fucking brilliant. Perhaps the most fucking brilliant song ever written. Because they nailed it. That's what everyone wants. Not 24-7 hot wet sex. Not a marriage that lasts a hundred years. Not a Porsche or a fucking million-dollar crib. No. They wanna hold your hand. They have such a feeling that they can't hide. Ever single successful love story has those unbearable and unbearably exciting moments of hand-holding." -Dev from Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist


i wanna hold someone's hand.

pancakes at three in the morning
red bull over dose
retarded goldfish
vanilla rooibas tea
capri sun and bad pomegranite stuff
college friends
college trouble
college drama.


my life has been hectic i apologize for things i don't need to, but i feel like i need to apologize for almost everything lately.

i got back to the dorms today, i love being back at school, surrounded my friends, and fun, and entertainment, i love it.

theres only a few problems i have, and a few resoltions for some of the problems.

Problems:
Kat's moving out - alright, so this is a pretty depressing issue, because we get along so well, and everything, and its just heartbreaking. but its cool, cause theres a whole situation i can use to fix to be close to my bestie on this.

Boys are still here - douche bags that need to fall off of a cliff are still here, they managed to not fail out and are still here. but, alas, i have a solution for this.

my freezer has iced-over mold in it, and is rank - yeah, basically, it smells SO bad. but i have no idea how the hell i'm going to fix this issue. it'll be really interesitng trying to get it out.

Solutions:
Kat's moving out - theres a new girl that moved in over on the floor she's moving into. and i cannot have a single. i'll go nuts, being so far from the rest of the world. so, plan is for me to move into Alissa's room. which is her name, btws. but she seems really nice, and she looks like rene zellweger, but not as scary thin. haha. AND, bonus here! read next issue...

Boys are still here - solution = moving into Alissa's. mmm. =] no mo bullshiiiit.

my freezer has iced-over mold in it, and is rank - no idea how to fix this one. offer a solution! please. hahaha

<3

going as roadkill to a costume party. [which i had just found out about twenty minutes prior to having to be there.]
basically, covered myself in eye-make up bruises, stitches, and used a pair of animal ears, and some gauze to cover my arm and leg.

good times, and everyone loved it.

yes, i have...
and yes, i did.


i have a guilty conscious when it comes to little things.

iparty
skipping school helpers
interperative bunny dance
obama posters
amazing friends
videos on facebook

i need a life

cape cod with liz tomorrow to visit dad on the base. wooo

i'll have the cell, you can text it, if you have the number.

question: whats your favorite thing to do with friends?

an economic change, for the most part. and a change in the way people view others... although thats more of a personal decision.

i hate winter. i hate it with the biggest passion on the face of the earth.
its the stupidest, prettiest season on the face of the earth.

and its COLD.
i hate cold.

i hate my ranting, but seriously, WHY THE HELL MUST IT BE COLD?!

anyway, i'm watching squidbillies. and i have no idea what is going on.

cartoons
being up at six thirty to take gunther down to the bus stop
bubble bath!
capri sun
cold
warm loving amazing emu boots
zoey sitting on my torso
naps at noon


my life is so dull, cause everyone is at school now. and i'm still not back till monday. fail.

question: if you could have one season all year long, what would it be like?

i need to update this, as often as i do my tumblr.
but right now, theres not much to tell you.

erm.

http://nikkiriot.tumblr.com

thats it for now, i suppose.

fuck nice roommates

bull shit reasons don't get you by.

good reason now? i have a roommate that i enjoy being around. that doesn't give me weird looks if i mention techno.


fuck that shit. i'm tired of high school drama. and what pisses me off, i'm the most mellow person, who's not smoking weed they know, and they can't tell me to my face that they think i'm too sarcastic.

maybe they should meet this Alex kid Casey and Jacqui talk about. Then they will see sarcastic.

thank you Kat for being an ACE roomie. and actually caring about my opinion.


http://nikkiriot.tumblr.com

move in day tomorrow.
i'm excited. =]

http://nikkiriot.tumblr.com

http://nikkiriot.tumblr.com/

i'm in love.

...
incredible. end of story.

i'll post up more later, when i have uploaded pictures, but after sleeping all day, [i got home at one... thanks to nick LOSING us in York, and making us take a minor detour to Canada.] i need to upload them.

that, and wash my pants off of sand.

huh. go figure... beach = sand on pants.

duh.

six days, till NEC. =]





AND JUST BECAUSE I'M WRITING THIS NOW: i've had bands add me up the wazoo.
makes me wonder what it is. haha

fuck the stupid shit people like to pull.

i'm sorry if i can't do something YOU wanted to do, because I have to pack for school.
i'm sorry if it took away from YOUR plans, because MY car wasn't in use.

SORRY i need to PURCHASE AND PACK my stuff for school.
SORRY i plan to be prepared for school.

fuck the bullshit.
i'm tired of pretending like i'm in middle school again.

quit the bullshit. and shove it back in your ass.

i'm done with the fucking drama.
get over yourself.
the world doesn't revolve around you, and you aren't always right, just because your fucking CHRISTIAN and have a good relationship with GOD.

i'm done with the religion bullshit you pull too.
shove that up your ass and quit trying to get me to believe in something.
i can make my own decisions in life. i don't need you to hold my fucking hand.

and keep out of my personal life.
your fucked up truth games are stupid. and immiture.
fuck it all.

i'm done with your shitty Degrassi Drama.






i love being able to end my day pissed off, its fucking great.

i wasn't ever in band.
nor was i ever in colorguard.

but i have spent majority of my week helping with band camp.

i even have an interesting slight tan to prove it.

nice.


anyway, my first 'design' was on a teeshirt. each one of the parent/helper teeshirts had





that on it. =]
yeah. it was on a red shirt, in black.

but it looked ... better? i suppose actually ON the shirt, than on the picture. thats just my opinion.



so... i'll update tomorrow....
rocky horror, and probably another friday's visit in the works. <3

nikki.

i hate when he comes home and criticizes EVERYTHING.

i've been doing chores ALL week. loading, unloading the dishwasher; washing, drying, folding laundry; vacuuming; BABYSITTING of all things, and he comes home, and asks me where i was, and what i was doing there, et cetera.

so i share. and i tell him i'm going to have to go out to portsmouth again, to get Rocky Horror tickets.

"you do know you have ..."

"laundry to fold i know. i wasn't done. but i was babysitting, then went to band camp with mom, then went out with kendall after vacuuming."

"well, your going to need to vacuum again."

"after i fold the laundry, and everything, i will. but this is the last weekend i get to see kendall, so i'm going to go get Rocky tickets tomorrow."

"after you do all of your chores."

"i've been doing chores all week. vacuuming, folding clothes, and "

"you still have more to fold."

"I KNOW."

"and before you do anything tomorrow, your vacuuming, and doing that. as well as cleaning your room. i hate having to do everything around this house, because you and your brother don't do anything all week."

"i. know. good night."

and i walked out of the living room, and went upstairs. HE'S NOT EVEN HERE ALL FUCKING WEEK. GUNTHER'S BEEN AT BAND CAMP, AND MOM AND I HAVE BEEN HELPING. I'VE BEEN DOING LAUNDRY ALL WEEK AS WELL AS GUNTHER'S AND MY CHORES.

bull. shit.
end of fucking story. fifteen days. FIFTEEN. till i'm out of here.

teleportation/time machine.


think about it... teleport you anywhere... and anytime. duh.
why not?