I am so the opposite of smooth...

Lets do an experiment.

Lets combine, Nikky--myself, a horrible case of sucking at life, and video chat and see exactly how retarded, boring, and empty-headed I can make myself seem. I dont know that can be tested scientifically or not, but it is definitely like air--you cant always see the awkward, but oh, oh can you feel it.

Oh I suck.

Moving on. Oh please god, let me move on.

I found a bunch of my old...writings...and here is the final lines to one of them, applicable? Maybe not. Brilliant? You but your bum. :)

When it all comes down its not about you or me
And what desensitized pop culture spewing pseudo-people
We’ve become: its about love or lack there of.


Everything here is soggy. Like a sock. The entire state feels like a giant mud puddle. The children might have to bring water wings and snorkel gear to dive for easter eggs this year. At least it might make it more interesting. :)

Sorry, this entry is kind of choppy and wierd, but in all fairness, its late and its my blog, so lets cope. And now old....QUOTES! ( I found them earlier.)

"Oh, its a Nikky nose!" -Josiah Fletcher after squishing the nose on my al gore mask flat.

"Fruit Flies are amazing!" --Kyle

"Sentimentalists are not meant to be alone. Especially in Linens N Things." -Me.

"I've never seen a moth without a fake light on. Wonder what they did when there werent any fake lights. So the real question is: Do moths exist without fake lights?"--Graysen

"You know, you have these things, you buy them, keep them nice, take care of them for awhile and then they die in random frightening eggroll incidents."--Jaymin

OOOOooohhhh!! Blast from the past!
Xanga entry from forever ago, not ever before seen on the likes of blogger!
Enjoy! (And notice how not much has changed and pretty much applies completely to my life right NOW, I mean, I seriously even had a freakin toaster streudel fro breakfast...with TWO packets of icing..I really did. Elton John was right...it is a circle of life...dubious.)


Its late. Really late. Like past 3am late. I cant sleep. This hasnt happened to me in a while. I was an excessive insomniac in highschool, and the begining of last year until I got that sickness--mono or such type diseases. Then I was tired all the time. I thought that killed it. Dont really like insomnia, but I guess its a time for me to be productive (if not completely coherent.) Thought I would take this opportunity to write whats on my mind. Not in letter format though. Electronic. Oh yeah. I love actual mail, but am phenomenally bad at actually mailing my actual mail. Oh yeah. Say that five times fast.
This past week has been draining. Like I previously xanged (yeah, thats a verb now.), this whole past summer has been basically an enormous drain on my person. I dont know how much I have left. Do they make people rechargers? I think they do...something by the name of caffiene...yeeessssss,,,But I havent had that stuff, so its not to blame for my sporatic sleepless tendancies. I think the Sims 2 is. Stupid game. It sucks your soul. Start playing it, and next thing you know its four days later and you wonder what you've done with your life. Think I've misplaced it...hmm...check under or in the couch. Everything is always in the couch. Damn item eating couches. They're greedy. Thats what they are. All I want is my pen. I dont want the skittles or the pair of shoes wedged miraculously between the cushions. Just the pen. But no. No, you may not have the pen (saith the couch). No, I have eaten the pen. You see. Its wedged. Need a crowbar. Not today.
So thats it for couches. Dont even get me started on toasters. As Eddie Izzard will tell you, theyre all liars. Mine lied to me just this morning. Said my toaster strudel was a number 5 toaster struedel. Nope. 3. Bits of cold parts in the middle. So I put it back in. Came out as a 9 toaster streudel. (notice I spelled that 3 times, and it took me until the third time to get it right...am too lazy to fix the spelling on the other two. But not too lazy to write this note...hmmm...dubious...) But I did use two packets of icing on it instead of one. So it had that going for it.
You know I think I may publish this on xanga. (Woohoo! I did!!) I like publishing things. They have my name on them. Like my drivers liscence. I got a new one today, because I lost mine. Suspect it has fallen victim to the bastard item eating couch. No other explanation. (I had to type that in hushed tones...as I am laying on said couch and fear for my own life....) Plus everything I write this late is completely ridiculous, though I must say among my most creative. I think thats the special element that makes any art what it is. Complete abnormalness of the mind of the person creating it. Occuring naturally or howsoever induced (as in the form of sleeplessness or flintstones vitamins.) A pattern of thinking so completely different for the typical day to day, that it is impossible not to take notice, positively or negatively. Cause that's the whole point of art isnt it? To divert ordinary brain patterns into extra-ordinary ones. To for a moment make you think differently than usual. To make you think at all.
I guess thats why I like it so much. Introversion does that. Makes you appreciate the mind, simply because thats where you spend most of your time. Not with other people, though they may be there. I used to think it was lonely. But now I suppose that its only lonely if you have a boring mind. I've been trying to make mine more interesting with reading and such. Still havent found a book to just sit down and read yet. Am searching for one that will keep my attention. Its hard, considering mine's span of attention is more than likely less than that of a goldfish.
The cheesey cracker type. Baked and not fried. You know, the creepy grinning snack that smiles back? They probably smile because they know once you eat them they will live in your stomach and eat your intestines or something like that. I dont trust them. Plus the whole vegetarian thing...Im not really sure I approve of eating a fish shaped cracker. Doesnt that glorify the consumption of meat type products? They're just so delicious though...mmm....


Tomorrow is a new day. I hope we make the best of it.
Love you all.
--Nikky!