tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27813927655551202932012-02-16T11:54:36.230-08:00even though my life isn't worth writing about, i'm gonna do it anyway.nickinoreply@blogger.comBlogger711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-801245017193644702008-08-18T22:49:00.000-07:002008-08-18T22:52:27.838-07:00

the hills is back and i'm a happier girl. Sometimes I think I have met some of the bigger douchebags in the world here in iv... Then I hear spencer speak.

nickinoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-37835041630112885112008-08-16T16:52:00.000-07:002008-08-16T17:09:34.369-07:00

so i've been spending a lot of my afternoon watching the olympics, half because it only comes once every four years, half because i have a lot of research to do on the iv master plan if i want to make my upcoming column halfway decent. anyway, a guy was interviewing that boxer shawn estrada after he failed to advance past quarterfinals. interviewer: "so, why didn't you throw jabs?"estrada: "oh,

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-9224675150647129072008-08-11T18:47:00.000-07:002008-08-11T18:56:30.152-07:00

so i thought that i could just plop down any time of day and watch the olympics. turns out NOT. what the hell, nbc/abc/cbs/msnbc/oxygen? (yeah, oxygen was really showing the olympics earlier.) anyway, the olympics aren't on right now, so i'm watching friends and blogging.ooooo, guess what i got? hell yeah! it's frickin awesome, but i still kind of suck at it. i've only had it for a few days, so i

nickinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-61989032450357760322008-08-06T00:08:00.000-07:002008-08-06T00:12:10.572-07:00

i make a habit of searching craigslist for free stuff regularly. you just never know what kind of crap you can get, and i'd hate to miss an opportunity for gold.like this. the offer is seriously for "clean dirt." i can't even fathom a guess as to what the difference between clean and dirty dirt is.

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-83330376877855606332008-08-04T10:45:00.000-07:002008-08-04T10:49:37.127-07:00

last night i was walking home from a friend's house at like 1:30 am (hey, i'm on full-fledged summer mode here!) when i saw a group of drunk people in front of a house on pasado. there were a couple guys and a few token drunk girls. one of the guys gets on his phone, stumbles into the street beside me, and says one of the more ridiculous things i've heard all summer."They were saying they wanted

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-26857227660157697622008-08-01T01:18:00.001-07:002008-08-01T01:21:00.851-07:00

again! i like this whole "summer school" thing because i get to celebrate the first night of summer TWICE in one year. eff yeah. i saw iron man today. verdict: stupid.now elisa and i are watching a show about celebrities' near-death experiences--plane crashes, ski accidents, and the like. we're waiting for amber to get here, who actually should be here in like 20 minutes. yeah, it's already 1:20

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-72659921232981061482008-07-27T17:19:00.000-07:002008-07-27T17:25:20.496-07:00

i've got a new crush. his name is danny tieger. he sings and he smiles when he sings and he seems to be a romantic and he has nice looking hair. the only problem is that i only know him through youtube, which means he doesn't know who i am at all. but...how do i make him love me? make a creepy response video saying something like, "OMGZ, danny, you're like SOOO cute. date me!"? *sigh* youtube

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-59779526833375784032008-07-25T11:00:00.000-07:002008-07-25T11:01:28.246-07:00

one of my life goals is to be on that show. i love ben. my favorite is when there's only one contestant in the cab because i feel like ben actually befriends the person. oh, dammit. i'm supposed to go to campus now, but deadliest catch is on... decisions, decisions.

nickinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-12817789411366580042008-07-23T08:37:00.000-07:002008-07-23T08:43:43.716-07:00

tonight is game night. it's going to be intense. actually, probably not. more likely, it'll be a few of us hanging out, drinking a couple drinks and playing with a deck of cards. that is, assuming it actually happens. we're all very flaky/have "responsibilities" to attend to, so if nobody shows up tonight, i won't be particularly surprised. my sister's in town right now. it's awesome because it's

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-66917140290057978262008-07-13T22:20:00.000-07:002008-07-13T22:27:40.537-07:00

twice in less than six months, a story about paris's velib bicycle system has hit the "most emailed" section on the ny times website. god damn, we americans are FASCINATED by that thing! "ooo, a bike that you can pick up anywhere are return everywhere? tight!"i am part of the herd. rentable bikes would work beautifully on this campus. (oh, hello column idea.) then again, that'd be likely pretty

nickinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-46106756656158605902008-07-12T20:06:00.000-07:002008-07-12T20:20:05.507-07:00

this happened on the over-crowded beach between dp and manzanita today. our towels were just meters away from the following scene.guy: (to his friends) "hey, you guys, want some acid?"a girl takes the acid, but then sort of realizes she doesn't want it and gives it back, claiming she wanted to save it for later. as far as i know, nobody else took the acid.guy: "alright, guys, i just wanted

nickinoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-39271183828367254762008-07-11T08:36:00.001-07:002008-07-11T08:41:05.095-07:00

when i have too much to do, i find that i do the least productive thing possible: none of it. effective, eh? so that's why i'm posting right now. i have a poli sci project due on sunday (but i have to use software in the lsit labs, so i have to finish this afternoon). i also should start writing next week's column...but what to write about? i should also be studying for my contemporary political

nickinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-72667632137335633072008-07-08T17:09:00.000-07:002008-07-08T17:16:22.135-07:00

yeah, it's weird. it's summer and typically the least busy time of year for me... but this past weekend was filled. don't worry, you guys, i definitely have excuses for why i haven't blogged. 1. that big fire. first of all, it sort of freaked me out on wednesday and i didnt really know how to react (retrospectively, that would have been a good thing to write about, huh). also, it keeps knocking

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-78867375677845440592008-07-01T10:57:00.000-07:002008-07-01T11:01:38.343-07:00

i hate shoes. i don't like having to tie them, untie them, worry about if they match my outfit, worry about blisters forming at the back of my heel, etc. a big reason why i chose ucsb was because i could wear flip flops for 87% of the year. (oh, and i chose it for academics and stuff, too). and now i see this, this blasphemy! flip flops cause pain? bah! no threat of arthritis or joint issues

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-34244142812429393062008-06-29T18:01:00.001-07:002008-06-29T18:04:59.612-07:00

or so i've been told. now i'm nervous to post anything, which is weird, because it's not like i didn't realize that my blog/fbook/every nexus article i've ever written could be seen by anybody. it's just... well, now that i know people are actually doing that, i'm freaked out. ohhhhhh well. future bosses, judge me at will. god, i'm never gonna get a job.

nickinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-54855071135092988002008-06-26T15:38:00.000-07:002008-06-26T15:46:48.472-07:00

i figure i've got two options for this blog.1. i only post once in a while, but those few posts are EFFING AWESOME and every time people read them, they're like "ohhhhhh wow, nicki is so insightful and brilliant."2. i post excessively and typically about nothing. the advantage with this option is that i might, by some miracle, write something minorly* interesting once in a while.note that, with

nickinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-72886391687915760092008-06-23T08:17:00.000-07:002008-06-23T08:21:37.386-07:00

it's the first day of summer school and i'll admit something to you...i'm a bit excited. okay, more than a bit. super thrilled. i love starting classes. there's a whole new bunch of people to meet, new topics to be learned, and new professors to adore (or abhor). BUT WHAT THE HECK AM I GOING TO WEAR?

nickinoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-88479849896484111402008-06-13T19:40:00.000-07:002008-06-13T19:42:57.868-07:00

oh, glory of all glories, beautiful summer is HERE! i have a huge list of things to do this week. check it out:1. catch up on my digg time2. read a book3. make banana bread4. pwn kate at guitar hero/ddr/karaoke5. go to target6. watch tv (especially justin on oprah)so, as you can see, i will NOT be having a relaxing summer. please, someone text me and save me from the insanity!

nickinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-30347332569363701872008-03-19T23:15:00.000-07:002008-03-19T23:22:32.770-07:00

amber and shaeffer chew SO LOUDLY. only kate will know what i'm talking about. i really hate when people chew like a freaking cow. they don't even mean to do it; some people are just loud chewers. i can hear every one of their molars chomp down on the food and glug down their throats. it's like there's a freaking microphone next to their mouth when they're eating. i feel bad hating on amber for

nickinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-58512042903878643152008-03-14T11:01:00.000-07:002008-03-14T11:05:44.934-07:00

it's as crowded as the metro in paris during a metro strike. wait, that's not true. but you get the idea (unless you've never been in paris during a metro strike, then you're hopelessly out of the loop). anyway, i've been sitting in here for about fifteen minutes now, waiting for the crowds to die down. i like to not stand around for a while ordering/waiting for my coffee, so i usually waste some

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-69797815787007061982008-03-06T20:09:00.001-08:002008-03-06T20:22:06.162-08:00

i walked into the library on the phone, which is already a big no-no, but i was on the phone with dad, so it's okay. everyone knows that phone calls to relatives trump everything else. like when a phone rings in class, it's bad, but if it's your mom, it's cool.*yeahhhhh you shook me allll night long yeahhhh you shook me allll night long*professor: (glares at class) seriously? whose phone is that

nickinoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-61653504848793669822008-02-27T16:52:00.000-08:002008-02-27T17:02:12.581-08:00

i vow never to take a writing 109 class again. my journalism class over the summer was ultra helpful, but it made me really really doubt my journalistic/writer capabilities. now this global business one is making me HATE PROFESSIONAL THINGS. my professor jeff is a really nice guy, but he puts so much weight on everything we do in that class. i feel like if i get a b on my resume, i'll get a b in

nickinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-65982327025776098542008-02-16T17:10:00.000-08:002008-02-16T17:21:08.749-08:00

so i guess once you start doing this blogging thing enough, other people want you to do it for them, too.i have a brand spankin new title: daily nexus blogger. go there and click around. everything i write is under "nicki's nifty news."OMGZ i know. how fun. i've been doing it for about a week now (hence the lack of any posting here) and i've been having a lot of fun with it. the blogs are

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-13428889821349559142008-02-10T20:52:00.000-08:002008-02-10T22:52:16.796-08:00

you guys know that phrase, right? "butterface"...when you like everything about a girl but her face. yuk yuk yuk. i remember the first time i heard it and i thought it was the wittiest thing. amber doesnt think "across the universe" should win for best compilation album on the grammys. she says they're all repeat songs and that's not fair. i think she's right. oh, look, it doesn't even matter

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-14468434256353561262008-02-05T20:39:00.001-08:002008-02-05T20:46:11.630-08:00

here's a real email i just got:subject: CHECK GOLD FOR A MESSAGEbody: Please go to GOLD to read an important message about your either yourregistration status or your academic standing. Please read it at once.WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?oh. it's just about the minimum unit regulations which don't even affect me (unless i miss my spring '09 graduation...lol).registrar's office...you are such drama queens.

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-18276041686564893022008-02-05T12:40:00.001-08:002008-02-05T12:40:53.232-08:00

yep. that's it. this situation is killing my nerves and my sanity.

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-21435212444677756292008-02-02T14:12:00.000-08:002008-02-02T14:50:53.029-08:00

groundhog day is weird. why is it that if phil sees his shadow, there will be more winter? if he sees his shadow, that means the sun is out...which is like spring...odd. i can't imagine trying to explain groundhog day to paul. "so in the united states, on feb 2nd, everyone watches this rodent pop out of the ground. if he sees his shadow gets scared and ducks back into his home, there will be 6

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-64745901458218633032008-01-31T19:53:00.000-08:002008-01-31T20:07:21.957-08:00

the jeopardy! online test was tonight. i've been thinking about it all day (okay, i'm a nerd, all week), planning where i'd go after my class ended at 745pm (the test was to start at 8 pm), etc. i even checked to make sure i was eligible, because i took a test in october already. (don't worry...it was a college test, not the adult one. i was totally fine). oh, but guess what i forgot to do?

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-85264926957151900072008-01-29T23:33:00.000-08:002008-01-31T20:08:56.051-08:00

amber and i wandered IV for a couple hours today, poking our heads into strangers' houses and trying to get a feel for where we wanna live. actually, it's not really where we WANT to live so much as where we COULD live. we learned a few things by walking though various apartments.1. two pm-four pm must be "get high" time. in about 59 percent of the houses we walked in to, the owners were smoking.

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-24407596033638572242008-01-28T18:45:00.000-08:002008-01-28T18:52:43.999-08:00

things i should have done today1. written my poli sci paper2. driven the applications to the management company3. read for art history4. researched for writing 109 gs5. worked on a thing for the nexusthings i actually did today1. ate a lot2. cleaned the living room 3. had a beer4. facebooked5. hung out in the nexus for no particular reason6. got pissed over housing7. made coffee8. posted on this

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-89306081434291330702008-01-27T22:31:00.000-08:002008-01-31T20:10:59.426-08:00

if you look up at the url right now, you'll notice that it says "thelifeofnicki.blogspot.com" which is neat and creative. now try going to "lifeofnicki.blogspot.com" and tell me what you find.AN IMPOSTER ME?! yes! that's ridiculous how much our blogs look alike. mine's better, though, if only because i've created more posts. stupid poser blogger nicki. don't come in here and tell me that i copied

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-90922431826182533682008-01-25T00:30:00.000-08:002008-01-25T00:45:44.416-08:00

cheveaux? crap, i forgot how to spell that word. anyway, i'm cutting my hair tomorrow (technically today). amber and i have had this deal since like freshman year, or maybe it was sophomore year. we agreed that if i grew my hair and donated it, she'd give blood. why the do-good deal? well i've donated blood a bunch of times but never donated my hair. she's donated her hair twice but never given

nickinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-61007597750817219132008-01-23T13:58:00.001-08:002008-01-23T14:10:44.360-08:00

it's been raining for i think 325465 hours straight now. i've contacted noah and we've got a boat in the works. i call shot gun. i was walking back from the gym this morning and it was pouring. at first, i tried to avoid the puddles and stay as dry as possible, but i gave up pretty quickly because i didn't have an umbrella. twice i just swished my feet through some puddles and came out dripping (

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-71087848115792512312008-01-20T15:03:00.000-08:002008-01-20T15:11:52.179-08:00

that's one reason i don't like this apartment. we get like zero sunlight in here. you know that sunlight means funlight, too. this means the apartment is usually filled with unfun electrical light. other than that, this place is pretty cool. we're still not friends with our neighbors. i don't know how to talk to them. i realized that i'm really bad at those early on conversations with people...

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-76275874711602326302008-01-18T10:26:00.000-08:002008-01-18T11:16:52.676-08:00

you know how i haven't been blogging as much since i returned to the states? well that's because nothing extraordinary happens to me anymore. i go to class, i buy books, i read those books, i go on facebook, i go to the beach, i go to bed. though i absolutely love this santa barbara lifestyle, it's really not much to write home about.but yesterday, something fantastic happened. i saw hillary

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-47812556816043375102008-01-14T17:04:00.000-08:002008-01-16T15:19:16.757-08:00

we haven't been able to turn the heater on in the apartment. this was causing much distress in the house because we're lame girls who get cold pretty easily. we asked the manager what to do, and he said we had to call the gas company to get the pilot light turned on. the gas company was supposed to come today sometime between 7 am and 8 pm, so somebody should've been home at all times. i came

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-31140260276077078442008-01-13T14:35:00.001-08:002008-01-13T14:41:29.725-08:00

i've been watching tv for 3 hours. no, wait, like 3 and a half hours. I'M SO LAZY. well, i wasn't JUST watching tv for a while. i was working on my slideshow while some wedding show was on in the background (and let me tell you, it's not ONLY the brides that are crazy and possessive). i was gonna get up half an hour ago, but then i noticed when harry met sally was on. i can't pass that up. so

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-53787248579715200142008-01-09T14:31:00.000-08:002008-01-09T14:36:13.819-08:00

remember those library tours you take in middle school and high school? they're those ones where the librarians go "okay, here's where we keep fiction novels, and here's where we keep biographies, and here's where we keep encyclopedias" and you go "fiction...is that the true one? or was that nonfiction? why don't they just label them 'fake' and 'real'?"anyway, at ucsb, we still totally do those

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-35509788197147683662008-01-08T11:08:00.000-08:002008-01-08T11:12:03.594-08:00

2nd day of class and i'm pumped. even though i'm a junior in college and i've been in school for 15.5 years (HOLY CRAP), i still get excited for the first day of class. i love going in and seeing who's in the class, i love getting the syllabus, i love hearing about what we'll be learning, i love making awkward convo with the stranger next to me, i LOVE LOVE LOVE it. i'm such a loser. but a giddy

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-33877307370034290472008-01-06T00:53:00.000-08:002008-01-06T00:58:51.777-08:00

because this is the most splendid place in the world, that's why! i get to live with the friendliest, smiliest, sexxxxiest (okay, sometimes) people on the beautiful california coast. i was walking down to dp tonight, warm breeze brushing my cheeks, when i realized how incredibly content i am. i mean, look at how many adjectives/adverbs i'm using! THAT'S how great i am! (apparently, adjective use

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-35997725713596689372007-08-11T20:55:00.000-07:002007-08-11T21:04:43.400-07:00

is that disgusting? is it weird that i think people who have secrets are BRAVE? well, i don't care what you think. everybody who has sent in a secret to frank is beautiful. even the ones who have horribly raunchy, illegal, incestual secrets. because at least they're admitting it to SOMEONE. i've been watching the postsecret movies on youtube (here's the latest one). they inspire me in really

nickinoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-58967760832456834872007-08-11T12:39:00.001-07:002007-08-11T12:43:38.767-07:00

it's HARD to be a girl! i just read this entire article about what i'm supposed to order when i'm on a date with a guy. in the olden days, i couldn't order steak because it would symbol that i was "too much of a carnivore." now, i should definitely order steak because it says i'm down to earth. actually, scratch that. i should order a burger because it says i'm a cheap date and low maintenance.

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-7640592677979667462007-08-08T17:09:00.001-07:002007-08-10T00:37:16.547-07:00

i don't believe in god. i'm not religious whatsoever. i'm FINE with that. i'm not gonna parade it around and try to convince the rest of the world that they should be like me because i know i'm not perfect. there are plenty better ways to lead a life and i know people who are doing just that. lots of people--some of my greatest friends--are devoutly religious and happier than me. i don't bug them

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-32712635221877717722007-08-08T02:05:00.001-07:002007-08-08T02:09:13.634-07:00

i noticed i do this really annoying thing that makes me really antsy.i worry a lot about where i SHOULD be or where i COULD be right now. like, if i'm over at X's house and i get a call from Y, i worry that i should be with Y instead of enjoying my time with X. or, when i'm out with my friends, i think i should be home with my family, but then when i'm home with the fam, i freak out that i should

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-21555151723216340052007-08-01T20:38:00.000-07:002007-08-01T20:43:33.761-07:00

Karl Rove doesn't have to testify regarding the firings of 8 US attorneys. Bush invoked executive privilege. Here's another fun piece from the story:The White House says it is trying to protect the president's ability to receive candid advice and offered to let top aides discuss the firings only if they were not placed under oath and no transcript was taken.so what the hell is the point? they can

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-87666764129828982832007-08-01T09:53:00.000-07:002007-08-01T09:55:56.689-07:00

is uglyyyyyy. well, i guess he's not horrible. he just has one of those big, rounded off noses. he reminds me of ross, from friends, actually. "hey there delilah" sure isn't one of those get-off-your-ass-and-dance kidna songs. not really great for performances.i'm blogging to procrastinate. good one, nicki.

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-33653802203105445682007-08-01T00:26:00.001-07:002007-08-01T00:26:56.877-07:00

your gut reaction isn't always right.

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-74427659176058182712007-07-29T18:41:00.000-07:002007-07-29T18:43:31.483-07:00

i love when you have that connection with someone random. sometimes it's in class, sometimes it's at work, sometimes it's just standing in a long line that both of you just want to bitch about.but it's not quite a strong enough connection to keep it going. it's not quite enough to ask for that person's number, but it's strong enough to facebook'em and share a few witty comments. i wish i stayed

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-88739391669140415712007-07-29T16:33:00.001-07:002007-07-29T16:38:40.942-07:00

sometimes i forget how much time i have left in my life. i get all down on myself because i haven't found my perfect guy yet, because i haven't figured out what i want to do with my life, because i haven't started saving for real life. okay, i'll be honest with you. it's mostly the guy part that freaks me out. when i was little, i wanted to get married by age 26 (the age my mom was when she had

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-18023068864373392882007-07-28T09:08:00.001-07:002007-07-28T09:10:58.558-07:00

interviewing people is silly. their answers are SO calculated. it's like they're afraid of sounding like themselves, which is apparently not presentable. i love getting deep into a good interview, where people forget i'm interviewing them and their answers will get published. obviously i love that. that's what everyone wants. the only downside of that is buyer's remorse. "NO way! i didn't say

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-29435678829351715052007-07-26T09:43:00.001-07:002007-07-26T09:59:51.539-07:00

what is it that is SO DAMN DIFFICULT about a break up? everybody has that shitty down swing after a break up (god damn that word needs a synonym), whether you're the breaker or the breakee. it's that time when you just wanna lock yourself up in your room, crawl under the covers and wait until everybody forgets you and loverface were ever together. nobody can console you and nothing you do can

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-8634608136718911032007-07-24T18:10:00.001-07:002007-07-24T18:23:33.353-07:00

i love blogs. i love the way the internet is changing how i get my news. i think that editors will become obsolete...actually, no. there'll still be editors, but they'll have different job descriptions. they'll find the stories and figure out what runs. but actual editing? i dunno. it seems that people are moving from preferring an elitist society to a "popular" society. oh, that sounds confusing

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-51607673546439726072007-07-23T14:03:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:44:28.948-08:00

how do people make that commute every day? elisa and i left laguna niguel at 630 am and didn't get to santa barbara until 10 am. three and a half hours!! that drive is what, 150 miles? 175? bah, that should have been a 2 and a half hour drive. oh, google maps just told me that i should've taken the toll road, not 5. oh, well.and i'm gonna do it again come thursday. i'm so dumb. but san clemente

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-15279286512360175082007-07-15T18:36:00.000-07:002007-07-15T18:40:49.069-07:00

you just don't always do it. at least, i sure don't. i try to, but i often don't succeed. for example, i know it would be GREAT if i could figure out a topic for my journalism assignment and line up interviews. instead, i'm blogging. high school sweethearts know that it's hard and probably not healthy to start their college experiences with an S.O. far away, but they do it anyway. we all fall for

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-80156046608384300802007-07-10T22:46:00.000-07:002008-12-09T17:44:29.257-08:00

i wanna be one of those bloggers that blogs every day about anything. i feel like i only come here when i've got some grand idea to talk about. that comes along like...never. i'm practicing for when i'm over in france and too lazy/busy to send out emails to everyone individually.i watched some great tv today. i discovered x-factor on mtv. that rules. they put exes together to see if they're

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-38631071833291015972007-06-30T10:58:00.000-07:002007-06-30T11:12:13.081-07:00

“Until they dry up the jobs, they’re never going to secure the border,” Mr. Ladd said.^^ i saw that quote in the ny times ("Immigrants Work On as Bill Dies," NY Times, June 30) and it made me think. so obviously a lot of people don't want illegal immigrants here. whether it be because the illegal immigrants are taking away the jobs they want, whether the illegal immigrants are bringing in leprosy

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some things i don't understand:what is a little? and why the hell do all the "bigs" love them so much?when people are accepted into a sorority, is it mandatory for them to put that sorority's fancy greek symbols with 4 exclamation points in their interests section?is "serenade" a synonym for "strip tease"?why do you get shirts for everything?where do you get all the money for all those shirts?why

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-43025184347608620192007-06-18T22:47:00.000-07:002007-06-18T23:12:03.315-07:00

scott and i were talkin on the phone last night. he asked me if there was anything left for me in san ramon. i responded with a quick, pessimistic "aw, heck no." are you crazy? any possibilities for an ambitious 20-year-old in a typically suburbian neighborhood? yeahhhh right. he pushed my answer and i admitted that yeah, there might be something for me in the bay area somewhere. but here in san

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-36320281184309647372007-06-12T18:39:00.000-07:002007-06-12T19:09:18.129-07:00

crap. i've been confused about this all day. it's poli sci 1, the one i've been talking the most about. i've discovered that when i'm most confused about life issues (you know, boys) i write and it helps me, so maybe this will be true for poli sci as well.boethius says that there is an objective truth in life and thinking about that objective truth is really the only thing that will provide us

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-38481940122014894262007-06-08T09:11:00.001-07:002007-06-08T09:12:44.309-07:00

i wrote this...gosh, a really long time ago. at least a year ago, i think. that's not really long. whatever. either way, i still feel this way. i keep thinking about this exact paragraph and go, "wow, nicki. way to capture your own emotions."anyway, here it is:i want love to creep up on me. i wanna fall in love with a friend, and for it to startle us both, because we had never thought we would be

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-37706561934077768772007-05-07T18:47:00.000-07:002007-05-07T18:51:47.956-07:00

in poli sci 1 we talked about thoreau today, who's theory says that you must escape the city to figure out who the hell you are and once you've done that, figure out what is truly morally right and wrong. the city pollutes your mind. the more and more involved you get in political affairs, the farther away you get from the natural self. the closer you identify with being a democrat, the father

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-84521055884464662762007-04-30T18:28:00.000-07:002007-04-30T18:52:32.093-07:00

dungey said that if you didn't cry when you read plato's "crito," you have no soul. i didn't understand why, because i read it and felt no sadness at all (actual, i was delighted that i finished the whole thing). so socrates was this crazy philosopher who walked around athens in search of the truth. he loved athens and the people of athens and only ever wanted to help them. he never wrote

nickinoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-36793855090977471522007-04-27T01:19:00.000-07:002007-04-27T01:26:36.101-07:00

so i'm not good at this whole "updating" thing. sorry. i promised to write about more academic things, too. i had really big plans, i swear i did. this was gonna help me with my homework and help me remember things so i could just be a smarter person in general. but now i'm here, having written about .5 academic topics and writing simple, dumb sentences. alas, here i go again. tonight my

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-85309271407892213292007-04-21T00:39:00.000-07:002007-04-21T00:42:34.651-07:00

that's what i originally set out to do--write about one thing from school each day--but that hasn't happened. oh well. even the aimless wander. sometimes they get where they want. i'm trying to be more open minded and trying not to be so quick to defend my stance. i pride myself on my openness because i think it's a grand (necessary) trait in a person. you can be a nice guy, but if you refuse to

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-36856496275062164052007-04-19T23:51:00.000-07:002007-04-20T00:00:44.529-07:00

it's because our gun control laws are too lax. any person who wanted a gun could have one within hours. it's because our health care system is horrible. if he had had access to proper mental health care, he might not have been driven to do this.it's because the police didn't catch him after the first shooting. if they had shut down the school, nobody else would have died. it's because he was a

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-60425439182789439202007-04-17T01:55:00.000-07:002007-04-17T02:03:57.952-07:00

yeah, it's monday night (er...tuesday morning). i just got in like 20 minutes ago from work and fixed myself a delicious dinner of salt and vinegar pringles, uncooked corn, a piece of turkey and water. mmmm college. i was really pissy at work because i felt like things weren't getting done effectively. people were chatting, eating, facebooking...basically doing anything that was NOT working on

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-92215751763576893362007-04-10T00:45:00.000-07:002007-04-10T00:52:14.311-07:00

i went outside to read in the sun today. all i wanted to do was enjoy the first beautiful day of spring quarter. alas, i forgot the most important component of a sunny day--the sunscreen. how could i be so naive?! it's such a rookie mistake, forgetting to apply the sunscreen. i've got freckles and fair skin; i know damn well what the sun can do to me. so that's the reason why i'm writing to you

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-70374077532800271882007-04-07T13:19:00.000-07:002007-04-07T13:28:30.469-07:00

i don't even know how to start writing about something like this. how do i even pretend i can relate to those invisible children in uganda? those ones who are taken before they even reach puberty, brain washed to join the rebel armies? i feel guilty about complaining about my life now. i'm angry at little kids here in america who throw temper tantrums when their mommies won't buy them stupid

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-7344050050906460652007-04-06T00:32:00.000-07:002007-04-06T00:37:47.166-07:00

i only had 2 classes today, neither of which were particularly enlightening. for that reason, i'll write about the movie i watched today (what a waste my life is)..."the last kiss" don't you ever fucking cheat on me. i've never been cheated on or even close to being cheated on, but don't want to know what it's like. that would just feel like shit. plus, i forgive way too easily, so i could see

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-57220441677008882432007-04-04T20:04:00.000-07:002007-04-04T20:14:34.195-07:00

okay, i've already missed a couple days. sue me. all that matters is i'm here now. today, in poli sci 1 (political philosophy with the craziest/best professor i've had yet: dungey) we talked about how politics is action. it's getting stuff done. it's stopping deliberation to finally do what you've been talking about. all that debating is no good if you never actually put it to use. this is why

nickinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2781392765555120293.post-27365008207899471662007-04-01T01:03:00.000-07:002007-04-01T01:07:58.414-07:00

i haven't been writing enough lately. last quarter, right around finals, i got this brilliant idea. it wasn't to study more. it was to create a blog where i write about the greatest thing that happened to me every day. except that great things don't happen to me every day. but that's okay. on those days, i'll write about the suckiest/weirdest thing that happened. you'll find i'm

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