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[29 Jul 2004|08:41pm] |
i knew i was taking a risk by trying. but, maybe, i'm taking a bigger risk by keeping on trying. and, maybe, it would be easier if i didn't understand the possibilities, or, at least, have time to understand the possiblities. (i really really really tried hard to distract myself. but, somehow i kept finding myself in a bed, trying to just sleep it off.)
i just want to take care of business,
nicollette
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[28 Jul 2004|08:27pm] |
dear ryan,
love,
nicollette
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| whaaat??! i posted this in MYSPACE too??!! NO WAYYYY! |
[28 Jul 2004|12:25pm] |
i'm starting a list of things i need to do before moving in december. and i want allllllll my friends to accompany me in allll activities and festivities:
1. go on a snorkeling trip in the keys or this reef hot spot just south of sebastian inlet shane was telling me about. (i don't care what you say, ashley. SNORKELLING'S A SPORT.)
2. have as many picnics around melbourne as possible.
3. CASINO CRUISE!!!!!!!
4. camp on the beach
5. get BFF4L walkie talkie tattoos with christina
i'm taking suggestions.
because i (probably) love you.
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[21 Jul 2004|01:58pm] |
p.s.>>
my brother's friend sold his boxers to a mall janitor/pedophile for twenty bucks in a sketchy drug deal-type swap.
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| i'm going to lay it out for you. |
[21 Jul 2004|01:15pm] |
designer clothing is shit.
putting your initials over everything, covering all your designs with a signature print or plaid, and mass producing your designs so much that its an american craze and there are KNOCK OFFS of it is the couture as you know it. and the couture as you know it is shit. couture as i know it is 10 parts art, 1 part practicality, and a fraction of a part accessibility. its supposed to avant garde, experimental, and few-of-a-kind; made for the novelty of the piece, not for whats going to make millions.
and fashion as i know it is assembling an ensemble (make sense?) according to the harmony of shapes, lines, fit, and colors. NOT LABELS. because you are wearing designer everything doesn't prove anything to me, except that you can buy stuff off a rack in a high-class dept store.
i really do have respect for every design and designer, just not the over-commercializing they are all subject to and calling it couture. and i also don't appreciate the bad workmanship they think they can get away with.
i design my fashion. but don't call me a fucking fashion designer.
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| VOTE OR DIE |
[21 Jul 2004|03:44am] |
which kind of walkie talkies do you think christina and i should get for our bff4l tattoos?
#1:
#2:
(i was thinking the third one from the left with the antenna shortened of course)
#3:
or this?:
if you find any more better/cooler pictures of wallkie talkies, send 'em my way.
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[19 Jul 2004|02:35am] |
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..it felt like a car stuck in the mud. the tires were spinning and spinning, but the shit's not budging. all it did was spray everyone near me with sludge. whether this discomfort stemmed from soul vs. body, need vs. want, should vs. reality, or whatever vs. whatever, what this awkwardness all leads to is that i'm just really rundown. if you want me, i'll be in my bed.
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[12 Jul 2004|03:11am] |
you guys,
#1. look at my journal. and GET RADICAL.
#2. WHO'S GOING TO SEE N.E.R.D. WITH ME AND SUZY?
#3. attn ericccccc: when's the hot nights to go dancing in tampa now?? my friends and i want to go over there this week..!
#4. i wish i was friends with ashlee simpson..!!!!
oh god. i'm ridiculous.
n1c0ll3773!
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| yeah yeah fuckerssszzZZZZzzZzZZZZZzzzZZ |
[04 Jul 2004|01:49am] |
ok so i drove to melbourne with plans of fun on the high horizon, and sure enough they were fulfilled vodka, hawaiian punch and a cute girl from smellbourne,the limits were skyhigh, gggggunit and just straight shit talking,this house brought so many memories back, mostly the good, stereo and greenday blaring in the backround i dont thing a saturday night like this will ever happen again <3 jeremy
pt.2:
ohshitphshitohshit!!! germy'ssss herrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre.!!!!!!holyyyyy crapppp!!! i forgot how fucking awesome we got along. its just me, germy, and my puppy frankie staright chillin to the stereo. IF YOU WERE REALLY MY FRIEND YOU WOULD LISTEN TO THE STEREO....again.
love ya fucks
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| for golden times sake..! |
[02 Jul 2004|05:45am] |
you know, its kind of embaressing that i can't think of a fitting combination of words to just start to describe what i've been up to. in retrospect, as lame as it sounds, the words cute and sweet and cool come to mind. but i like it. things are are just so pleasant.
(i.e.: at grazina's sea and sand, finding so much in old-relationships-made-newnewnew-again, staying sober, etc etc)
i just want to be in the wading pool and avoid the deep end at all costs.
..simple,
nicollette
p.s.>> i just remembered what these nice times with these nice people are distracting me from. and, really, thank you.
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