My Life Would Suck Wihtout You.

Even as I listen to Kelly CLarkson I cannot help but think about, well you. (I type this as you come back from being idle on AIM. . .)
It's been, a month since I met you in person. A month. And in that month I have come to love you. My heart pounds everytimg you text me or IM me. You refuse to get out of my damn head. Most of my thoughts revolve around you in some way or another. You and your Canadianness. What the hell.
I'm at school minding my own business when you pop up. Someone says something about rock. My brain automatically triggers to you.
Nickelback --> You.
Three Days Grace --> You.
The 9th of any freaking month --> You.
Someone named Mike --> You.
Yea, it's that bad. Though there are so many other things I can connect you with. I can connect you with times I was thinking about you. I hate that. I hate how you have seemed to have taken over my life in such a short amount of time. It drives me nuts that you had me at 'Hello'. At the end of the two hours, you had me wild about you. The following day we texted like crazy and my heart leapt each time, despite the surprise of who it was was indeed gone.
I catch myself thinking about you, wondering what it would be like to be with you that second of the day. What you are doing, what you are thinking, and if those thoughts include me in anyway. I hope they do each time. But you have, well, her. The canadian girl as you referred to her last night.
I don't see the point in wanting to wait for you, but it's like I have to. I can't move forward without you...

Peace and love,
Nico
-The hopeless romantic.

"Being with you is so dysfunctional. I really shouldn't miss you, but I can't let you go. . ."
-Kelly Clarkson, My Life Would Suck Without You

Cough Drops.

What is it about these little 'candies' that makes my mouth dance? Who knows. But they are addicting. Sad news is that you are only suppose to have one every two hours.
I exclude myself from this rule seeing as though I have a sole purpose in this life.

Eat cough drops.

Though if I was not above this said 'rule' then I surely would be ODing at the moment. Maybe that isn't a good thing entirely. But oh well. I have eaten maybe eight in the last thirty minutes. Not even thirty minutes, more around twenty. Yes, sad and well bad.

But who is going to stop me?? And it's not like they are going to kill me.

Unless I choke on the of course.

But all morbid thoughts aside. Cough drops rule my freaking life and I would eat them even if I wasn't sick, as in I was well and feeling my full potential.

Oh well.

Peace and love,

Nicollette.

PS-Someone want to explain why the font suddenly changed on me?

PPS-I'm just asking, and no I am not going to change it. It adds effect to the blog.

PPPS(is this even right?)-Yea, I'm just too lazy to change it back.

First Entry. -- 3/29

So, here I am. I am typing my new blog and wondering what I should include. Should I just start my meaningless rant or should I take the time to say this is my first blog?
Either way, I am going to type. That much is *insert big word here that means the same thing as impossible*. See what I mean?
Well I hope most of you know me. I hope. Then it would be seriously creepy if you didn't.
Then again, when I become even the slighest bit famous, I want random people to stalk me. The whole point of becoming that famous.
I don't just want the fame.
I want to share my stories with the world. Put them out there for people to read. That is indeed the entire point of books, believe it or not.
Well I am done here. I will probably update again in a second. But this is more of a welcome blog, not a 'I am ranting so watch out' blog.
Until then.

Love and peace,
Nico