Shameless

So here I am. Typing away my soul for the world to see. The point in this? To let the world know what I think without saying it. To be able to speak my mind and not have people feel like they need to comment on this. To let the world (or at least my current subscibers) know I live.

You know that stupid boy I ended up posting about? Yea, he's still stupid. More than stupid now. Maybe idiotic is the right word. Who the fudge cares?

I was walking home and I knew he would be free, driving off to where ever he may be, so I called him. I almost didn't expect him to answer but he did. We talked and of course the conversation drifted over to him because he said he wasn't sure how he felt. (We normally ask each other how we are doing). I asked him why and he said it was a story. I told him to tell me this story and he said not that moment. Being me, I persisted because I knew damn well I probably wouldn't know until next week sometime. So he told me to guess and that it was probably along the lines I was thinking. I gave him my guesses, getting closer each time.

Finally, I guessed it. He may be jumping into a sudden engagement because his ex may be pregnant. Missed her period in March. Lovely. Nothing is confirmed but still.

I tried to be happy for him. Which I was over the phone but I wasn't sure how I felt about all of this. But now I just don't know. He's makng me hurt again because I like him. Now nothing for sure is going to be happening between us. That's the sad part. All those stupid hopes gone. Crushed to a million and so pieces. What a lovely way to end a day. A day before going to work.

But whatever. He says he would keep me posted and I said OK let me know.

I hope shes not pregnant. But another part of me does. I can't stand to try to be with him. He's just such. . .a player and I fell for him. The stupid fall. Though at least I haven't been thinking about him too much lately and have avoided stalking him. So alls good. . .right?

Anyway.
Peace and love.
Nico
-Crushed into a million pieces.

Eastern Research -- The (almost) Dreaded Job

S0 I applied at Eastern Research months ago. Got a call back last Friday and I was amazingly surprised. They asked me to come into training and I just picked two days off the top of my head and went with it.

Training wasn't completely terrible... We sat around and she taught us ways to properly talk to people on the phone. It was good I suppose. Though I was dozing off the first night of it because I was getting majorly bored with myself. The second night was much better. We all knew each other from the day before and weren't as shy as we were before. So that was a plus, even if more then half the group were indeed druggies. Oh well. Then they put us ON THE PHONES! D: It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I messed up on the first call of course but after that, it was all good. I enjoyed talking to random people (from Colorado of all places).

But yea. My work schedule kind of looks something like this:
Monday: 5-10pm
Tuesday: NO WORK
Wednesday: 5-10pm
Thursday: NO WORK
Friday: 5-10pm
Saturday: 4-9:30

That is how my life will be until I get hired for Waldenbooks in June/July. Can't wait to have that job. Though I am going to try so hard to get Thursday and Friday switched. I want my Friday nights dammit.

Peace and love,
Nico <3
-The working class girl

Warped Tour.

Okay so I am officially going to Warped Tour this year. [This has been official for a few days noww]. But I am so excited. I mean there's going to be 30+ bands there and I will be spending the day with my best friend. What more can I ask fer? Not much I'm thinking.
So this year is going to be amazing. I got the pre-sale tickets that include:
*Early entry into the venue [in this case Vinoy Park]
*Reduced prices
*Free freaking CD of the Warped bands :D
*And well early entry!
I can't wait, it is just going to be amazing.
I will update more about it later, like when I go in 113 days. . .not that I am counting or anything. xD

Peace and love,
Nico
-Warped

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