There's a harry potter/twiligh
I'm going to freak.
*hypervenilate
::Edit::
I covertly helped Scott kill Jesus.
I am avenged!
Go TEAM
Madejalook.
AHHHHHH I was killed! I was killed by Jesus!
*flails dramatically*
He just... Got me. In the lounge. Ugggghhhhhh.
It's hilarious that his name is Jesus.
And then I realized that Cody ratted on me. And ran after him screaming profanities.
Funnn.
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Weekend.
Saw more of marquette.
Went to pasta house (amazing)
And then we went to the supposed haunted orphanage.
The only thing that was scary about it was that it appears to be falling down.
Summer and Amy were scared shitless which I think prompted me not to be scared.
And then Jenny, Scot and I went back the next day hoping it would be a bit brighter. It wasn't. Explored a little more but I was really concerned about going upstairs, as the ceiling seemed to be falling down.
Then rented like 5 movies for $3.30... Which I thoughts was amusing.
So we've been watching movies since saturday.
Must do homework.
Con:
I've noticed that almost everything in Marquette feels antiquated.
P.S
I love college.
Zombie Marshmellow Assassination started about an hour and half ago.
Jenny and I staked out our victims.
Now we have to watch out backs.
Mwhahahah
8:00 am class.
UGHHH
Me: Well, Jenny-Bear, I'm off to work.
Jenny: Ok, hun, bring home the bacon.
XD Golly, I adore this girl.
Several private entries and backspaces later...
Trivial normal day things. Shallow and unimportant.
Met with advisor. Was advised. He has big brown eyes, pale skin and a scruffy 5 o'clock shadow.
I like him. I didn't even care that I babbled.
I hope scheduling works out.
"Critique" in freshmen class. Pfft.
I love Tom Wolfe. The hippy.
I loved talking about everything. Never put so much thought into stuff like that. It's like poetry sometimes. It looks pretty like poetry sounds and to someone it's meaning is endless.
Sounds like that could be stitched on a pillow.
Watching old movie.
Dorms feel like home. Except the general amount of germs and such. That's not homey at all.
Mmmwhatchasssa
Oh so lyrical.
That's it. I feel as if a couple of sounds could explain everything.
*rereads sentence* I meant to say songs. Freudian slip?
Peeerrhaaaps.
So. Ok. I'm so excited. I'm excited that I'm excited. Drawing again.
And it's been one of the ideas that's been stuck in my head. I feel like calling McClure.
"Mmm, yess, hello? Yeah, it's Nicole... What'd'ya mean Nicole whoo? You're ruining this for me. I'm drawing vegetables and I'm excited. Bye."
I was in Amy/Julia's room last night with like... 8 other people and I started drawing with the prismacolors..
And Obama was giving his speech and I got goosebumps and hard nipples.
And I'm like.. "Ok. I dunno if it's Obama or these color pencils.. But everyone... I have hard nipples."
They liked to think it was Obama.
Tra la la la.
Oh. And I love Cambells selects healthy vegy soups. Amazing.
Well, I hope this works.
I don't know where this head ache came from. Fucking ow.
I really need to get motivated.
But I can't.
I feel very discouraged right now.
Mmm.. Chocolate.
"C'mon over and we'll have some beer and chili, eh..."
I don't think i'm going to do twelve hours of sketching. I know it's the bare minimum but I'm just bsing it anyways. I might as well take my time on it and make it look decent instead of trying to make it look like I have a mediocre amount of talent even though I do all the sketching hours.
But I do plan on working on the portfolio sort of stuff.
Must not get distracted with terrible fanfiction.
Must draw.
Must not be depressed.
Must not worry about scheduling.
Must not think about summer.
Must write those.. things that I've been trying to write for over a month.
Must fill up on gas.
Fuck. I meant to do that.
Must get birth certificate.
Must buy birthday gift for brother.
Must care.
Must care.
Must not feel guilty about not caring.
...
..
*brain spasm*
OHMIGAWD TWILIGHT
Only a couple more weeks.
I love my roommate. I really do. I'm so lucky. I think I'll get her a valentines day gift just like a good wifey should.
...
Sigh.
mihssimi. afsd.jfnadsjkf
FLUFFEH
*stares in horror*
I just realized...
somewhere... in another universe... Buffy kills Edward.
Thank goodness we're in this one.
So I was all meeeeh about life and sitting here and scheduling and not doing homework
but then I found baby mama on quicksilverscr
It works.
I realize that I should be enjoying this.
And so that's the only issue.
The issue is, that I'm making an issue of it.
I guess I'm only taking 16 credits next semester.
And one art class.
Ugggh.
but it's with my previous drawing professor... so maybe he'll like push me.
Watch out, he's a pusher.
No art history all week. Whee sleep.
Hat's almost finished.
Amy: So where's the Matrix? (That's the local "dance club" in marquette *snort*)
Nicole: *says in Morpheus voice* It's all around you, Amy, it's everywhere...
Went to that gay/straight alliance costume dance.
Terrible.
But there was this girl (I'm pretty sure she was a girl...She could have been a really hot drag queen)
And she was dressed as "the morning after" and she was wearing a wrinkled man's shirt and ONLY that O.O and her hair was all tousled and she was HOT.
Comedy sportz was nice.
Pretty woman is on.
Sigh.
*stares at winter semester schedule*
Mediocre at best.
No matter what, if I try to keep the workstudy job, I can only take on art class.
And I feel like a failure.
So I'm pretty sure I walked in on my suitemate and her boyfriend.
I thought Summer was there because I had talked to her 5 minutes before hand.
So I knocked and gave a "Yo, yo, yo"
And turned the corner and.
Well, they weren't naked but there was some definate scuffling for covers.
Fuck.
How is it that I can score the same on one test (that I study for) and on another test that I didn't study for.
These silly average grades are bothering me.
Interesting weekend.
Bleh.
Bored sleepy mood.
Exams
Drawing.
Knitting. Yes, knitting.
Fuck.
My entire brain feels like one giant clusterfuck right now.
UGGGH
I don't even know, y'knowwwwwww
Can't wait for next weekend
Pshaaawwwwwwww