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Ring ring goes the telephone, I am definitely home [ 12.16.05 - 1.59pm ] [ mood | nervous ] So here I am... 1:59pm Waiting for the phone to ring to see if I got the job at Einstein's. The manager said she'd call me at two o'clock today to tell me either yes or no. Tick tick tick 2:00pm Read 2 // Post Comment

Who were you? [ 12.14.05 - 8.39pm ] [ mood | confused ] I am getting so incredibly confused here. I know how this sounds...gah. Last night I dreamt about you..you held me and I know I was incredibly content. But I have to ask... Who were you? Read 2 // Post Comment

Love is no longer just three little words, love is the word [ 12.12.05 - 9.52pm ] [ mood | loved ] Karma has nothing to get me back for, I have realized. It all came clear tonight. He says 'I love you baby' and I realize that there is no one else but him. Read 1 // Post Comment

Truth depends on the time frame in which it is given [ 12.10.05 - 7.19pm ] [ mood | guilty ] I am a bad person. Karma will get me back for this, surely. Read 1 // Post Comment

Truth is only a matter of who believes it [ 12.4.05 - 4.40pm ] [ mood | aggravated ] It is ridiculous. I tell my parents the truth and they take my cell phone away. They want to know why on Monday-Wednesday I acted nice to them, or everything was fine as they said. It was because I never opened my mouth. I didn't come back at things they said. I took their bullshit, their 'Do-the-Right-Thing Nicole'. Whenever I don't open my mouth, things always go fine in my house. I suppose this is what my dad meant when he said that my mouth would get me in trouble. Not even so though. I mean, my parents flat out do not understand me. They don't understand why I act the way that I do or even why I do the things that I do. They don't understand that the only people that thinks that they are perfect are themselves, no one else. They are so close-minded to people that aren't like them, including myself. I mean, my grandma sits me down today and has a conversation with me. Barely says anything in the whole intrum. She goes out to the garage and has a whole conversation with my dad about me saying I said these nasty things that I didn't and blowing everything out of proportion. Once again, I look like the bad guy. I cannot wait until these emancipation papers go through. I said that I would come back for them. I didn't lie this time, or con. I just changed my fucking mind. I am never coming back. Read 2 // Post Comment

Razors aren't just for sliting wrists [ 11.27.05 - 3.10pm ] [ mood | silly ] I got a new cell phone yesterday, mhm I did. It's a Razor and it is silver, although I wanted the black one, but ooh, don't even get me started on that. People in the retail business are seriously idiotic. They must to have taken an illiteracy test to get their jobs. I don't get my phone til Christmas though, which is a little nerve-racking, but hey, at least I have a new one now. Post Comment

Love is just an emotion that makes my heart beat faster.... [ 11.24.05 - 5.43pm ] [ mood | enthralled ] Mhm...my heart beats faster everytime I see him. It beats faster everytime the phone rings and I know it's him. It beats faster everytime the IM window pops up and he is saying hey. It beats faster everytime because I know he is thinking the exact same thing. Post Comment

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