September 2009
1 post
Watchi agree, tyler, i agree.
tylerriewer:
Sorry Beyoncé, but this video wins best video of the year. Forever.
July 2009
2 posts
June 2009
11 posts
arrival.
we are here… have been for 2 plus hours. let the madness, singing, jazz hands, and crazies ensue!
parents.
what would we do without them? all around me are moms and dads supporting and taking on this adventure with their little ones young and old. let me take a moment to say: thanks, mom, for sleeping in the car, in the cold, for this. i have to be sure that dreams don’t get halfway to happening without a little bit of that.
duh.
well of course i’ll be seeing him when he comes back into town in two weeks. (it just so haPPens) he may be moving up… (we’ll give that a wink and a smile)
note.
on another one… i met the coolest guy last week at my brother’s birthday party (that i not so much wanted to go to). yesterday we spent the morning together (don’t ask but it involved ben elliott) and the afternoon and night on friday (there’s got to be a better way to say that…) and it was nothing short of fantastic and turned out to be just the thing i needed.
...
sick.
that’s what i am in the stomach. because it’s three in the morning.
8.44p
will be sleeping now to awake at 3.30a. awful.
Uhm.
have already been made to sing for marriott front desk man (twice)… these will be three very uncomfortable days….
“is this the boy?! the little one? by god you’re an army man! i was never...”
– fake uncle jack, fave AD episode… of. all. time.
May 2009
4 posts
why not give it a try?
i’ll be in los angeles anyway….
fact.
i have an uncanny crush on both steve martin and lionel richie.
right now, i love american idol for affording me both of those boys on wednesday night. and yesterday morning. and last night. when i watched it again… and again.
wish me luck.
There’s always gonna be another mountain
I’m always gonna wanna make it move
Always gonna be an up-hill battle
Sometimes I’m gonna have to lose
Ain’t about how fast I get there
Ain’t about what’s waiting on the other side
It’s the climb
love.
ricky to nicole: i always call you! why don't you ever call?
nicole to ricky: i always call you back... you're m.i.a.
nicole to ricky: so, hey i was thinking... i do need to get my headboard and coffee table. are you around this weekend?
ricky to nicole: yeah, i'll be around. why didn't you call me earlier?! i've been off the last two days.
nicole to ricky: i know, i know, i know... i'm delayed.
nicole to ricky: but, hey, i'm with brooke... can i call you later?
nicole to brooke: that was my first love. we loved each other when i was 16. i loved him.
brooke to nicole: are you kidding me! HAHAHAHAHA i can see it now, "oooh sometimes i look so fondly on those days when i used to love you. um, while i'm in one of those times, can you go to jcpenney for me to get my headboard?
nicole to brooke: someone should take accountability for me... :)
April 2009
40 posts
“she hates the sound that goodbyes make.”
– true that.
“are you kidding? i’m thinking that you need to worry about more than the...”
– christine… :)
dumped.
since it’s going around currently i’ve taken part and dumped facebook stalker. i just cannot handle his level of crazy right now.
“oh yes! i love it when they’re long and cheap.”
– me… to the blockbuster guy in reference to the amount of money i spent on two movies that i got for a week. he did not take it that way…
come and enjoy. →
debs.
happy birthday to one heck of a mom. we love you, debs!
tribute.
today i have to give props to my very own facebook stalker who came through yet again… almost a year later. only he would be able to notice that i was on the facebook the other day. i was there for, like, 15 minutes and yet only he could see that, see me gone, and email me. i give you a high five for that, fs.
then he requested my company today. isn’t he sweet? it’s been too...
fact.
i just downloaded a miley cyrus song. i have it on repeat. i love it. i am not ashamed.
though maybe i should be.
“it does not matter how slow you go, so long as you do not stop.”
– confucius
college.
today i went back. as my hunger increased i went down to our little cafe at work and ordered my favorite meal from 5 years ago (when not dining at subway on the meatball marinara with la and mon): a veggie burger and curly fries.
thank you, pepperdine university, for letting me come back, even for a moment.
"i promise to NEVER die. - jack bauer →
“…now i only think about you if it’s raining or it’s not…”
– jolene, the weepies
dinner.
me: so you're coming over? you can work on your application and i can watch american idol.
rl: you have a laptop, right? i need one.
me: i thought you needed, like, a pencil.
rl: i need a computer and i want to watch american idol too.
me: fine. you can use it. i have one.
rl: will dinner be ready when i get there?
me: are you kidding right now?
rl: well...
me: are you kidding?! what is this? leave it to beaver?!
me: fine. fine, yes, yes it will be. sure, honey! mr. cleaver...
rl: :)
for you.
comparisons are easily done
once you’ve had a taste of perfection
like an apple hanging from a tree
i picked the ripest one
i still got the seed
you said move on
where do i go
i guess second best
is all i will know
cause when i’m with him
i am thinking of you
thinking of you
what do i do? if
you were the one
who was spending the night
oh i wish that i
was looking into...
WatchThe link to this video says “watch polar bear attack woman.” Don’t mind if I do.
If a woman climbs a fence and jumps into a polar bear enclosure during feeding time she deserves to be bit a few times. That’s what I always say.
Article Here.
jesus.
i cannot let today go by without noting that my life is worth the living just because he lives.
happy easter. :)
posse.
lately there has been a “crew” of sorts that hangs out in the parking lot across from my apartment. they are, how can i say, slightly intense. they are like a gang (bringing me back). the other day, while they were doing donuts in said parking lot, there was some sort of altercation between cars. the posse scattered. i was thinking: this is an intense crew. they are the real deal.
...
memory.
do you remember when being in a gang was cool? oh my gosh… are they still doing that? that used to be so cool, yeah? like in compton i guess; not so much burlingame. but seriously, that’s also what that video reminded me of.
fact.
i have no idea what that the quote below even means. i found it somewhere on some random tumblr planet out there and thought that i would sound so deep if i put it on here. i’ve only fooled myself. i’ve read it multiple times. i’ve read it slowly, i’ve read it quickly, i’ve read it in parts. i must now reiterate that i, without a doubt, have no idea what it means.
i...
the facebook.
i just spent some time back there. it wasn’t a good idea. but let me tell you, i miss it. i miss my friends. i miss hearing about their (your) lives. i miss the continuous updates that were so unnecessary it actually got to be an addiction. it’s amazing how life goes on… but really, what is this new look?! i was so confused…
“when you’re young, you think everything you do is disposable. you move from now...”
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
pissed.
someone tell me how to get into my dvr so i can watch american idol. the dvr that cut off adam lambert last night. the dvr that hardly works. i missed it. i can’t get into the thing.
and i am pissed.
adventure.
i long for it. i can’t get enough of it. i don’t care if others consider my adventure boring. so no, i haven’t gone canyoning or bouldering or what have you but i HAVE gone paragliding through the swiss alps (do you remember that lauren!?), i have gone helicoptering throughout the grand canyon, and, by gosh, i’ve taken a train through spain (haha) that (in my honest...
“god only knows what went wrong and why [i’d] leave the stage in the middle...”
untitled.
weak and wounded sinner,
lost and left to die,
o, raise your head for love is passing by,
come to jesus, come to jesus, come to jesus and live.
now your burden’s lifted,
and carried far away,
and precious blood has washed away the stain… so
sing to jesus, sing to jesus, sing to jesus and live.
and like a newborn baby,
don’t be afraid to crawl,
and remember when you...
