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Name: Nicole
Location: Orange County, California, United States
Birthday: 5/12/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: Espresso, vodka, and an imaginary pink pony named Lamar.
Expertise: Still Napoleon Bonaparte, if you're wondering.
Message: message me
AIM:  democratXcore
Member Since:
6/25/2003
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| So...tired...of school... I'm going to be in school forever. I will never graduate. I will simply wither away in the various community colleges of Orange County until one day, my battered body will be found crushed under a mountain of books on the third floor of Langson Library. It'll probably some critical review of T.S. Eliot's "The Waste Land" that deals the killing blow... Yes, that would be fitting. Killed by T.S. "I was born in Missouri, but my British accent is real, I swear!" Eliot and his pretentious, masturbatory, NONSENSICAL piece of crap poem. Who does he think he is, Madonna? Writing biopsych paper now. My awesome powers of procrastination are so great that I'm writing in Xanga for the first time in a few centuries. Oh, shit...look at the time. | | |
| Hate work. Oh, god, hate it.
I'm working at Starbucks again. Another drive-thru, but I'm just a barista now, no longer a supervisor. I hate my store...I think they hate me, too. I want to cry every single time I go to work...and I usually do.
I know it sounds ridiculous, but I wish I didn't have to work. I have too delicate of a constitution for labor. I don't think I'm meant for it. If this were even just a hundred years ago...hmm, but then I probably wouldn't be able to go to school. Well, I could just sit around and read and sing and maybe write some poetry...ooh, and I'd probably know how to play the piano! I could just wear lovely clothes, and embroider...whatever it is that people embroider, and, um, drink tea.
Yes, that's it. I'm meant to be the spoiled wife of a wealthy Victorian era gentleman.With more sex. So awesome!
Oh, I should be getting ready for class...
- No More Tears (Enough is Enough) | | |
| *clears throat*
Hello, world.
I suppose it's been a while (since I could hold my head up high, since
I first saw you, since I could stand on my own two feet again, since
I've seen the way the candles light your face) since I've written in
Xanga, no? I hope people remember that I exist.
Brief synopsis of the last year or so:
turned 20 and got dumped by Asshole, which turned out to be a
wonderful thing, and found out my grandma had renal cell cancer (May
05), began relationship with considerably older man (June 05),
proceeded to fall totally and completely in love with aforementioned
older man-- Dan (or Danne, which is pronounced Danny) (July 05), got
rid of horrible roommate (Septemberish 05), got Amanda in exchange
(yay!), continued at UCI on academic probation, got a D in
Linguistics and a C from Amanda's uncle which did not meet the terms of
my probation (December 05), got kicked out of UCI and started
community college at Irvine Valley College and one class at Santa Ana
College (January 06), did very well in my classes, though I wasn't
taking many, found out that my grandma's cancer had spread to her
lungs, turned 21 (May 06), celebrated one year anniversary with
Danne and quit Starbucks! (June 06) moved out of Santa Ana apartment
when Amanda graduated and moved in with my parents in Whittier, went to
Arkansas for a week for family reunion and remembered why I hate
flying, the South, and my family (July 06), proceeded to attempt
to be rehired by Starbucks. (present!)
Current areas of concentration:
School (I'm on my fourth!) at Cerritos College, a big CC less than a
half mile from the school where I went to kindergarten. I'm in the
choir, which I adore, and don't really care about my other classes, but
I'm being good. I need to take a total of 8 UC transferable classes and
pass with an A or B before UCI lets me back in. Hopefully, I'll be back
at UCI for spring quarter.
My sister's wedding, in October. I'm the maid of honor. I'm not sure how great I am at that job.
Finding a job. This might finally be working, because I should start at
Starbucks again next week, but not as a supervisor this time. That's
too much stress.
Danne! He works all the fucking time (irrigation supervisor/specialist
dude for Irvine Unified School District), and I miss him insanely.
Which makes me unpleasant sometimes, though I really have no other
friends that I see regularly, so it doesn't matter. But he's saving
money so we can get a nice apartment in Irvine, hopefully around when I
go back to UCI.
(Yes, he's a lot older than me. But I'm entirely over that, as is he,
as is my family--almost. I don't want to get overly sappy here and talk
about how much I love him and how perfect we are for each other,
so just trust me. I have NEVER been so happy, even when I'm upset.)
So...hi!
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| My final grade for Spanish is up. But I can't bring myself to look.
Edit: How did people find out their grades before the internet?
Edit 2: My ASM Erik's impression of me: "I'm Nicole! Only I rule!" | | |
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