Hey kids! Guess what! I know I've locked some posts before, but... from here on out, this journal is now completely:



If you would like to read my private articles and are not already on my 'freind list', please send a written statement, in precisely 500 words (no more, no less) explaining why you are cool enough/ smart enough/ funny enough/ attractive enough to be my friend.

Joking, joking. Just drop me a quick comment here and I'll most likely add you. ;)

VoicePost 265K 1:14

“Nicole: Hello, this is Nicole, and uh, me and Kristen are at the apartment right now. It's about 3:27 and the mood is tense. We have a situation here! Kristen! What is the situation? Kristen: Don't even go there. Nicole: Say it! Where, where- Kristen is stuck somewhere. Kristen, where are you stuck? The world wants to know, where are you stuck? Kristen: With your mama! Nicole: Where- she's stuck in the bathroom, ladies and gentlemen. She has somehow jammed the door and we are waiting for people to come let her out. (laughing) Kristen, what do you have to say about this unfortunate turn of events? Kristen: You know, if this door weren't shut- I'll kick your ass right now! Don't mock...(inaudible) Nicole: Kick? You would- what would you do, Kristen? You would kick my ass? Kick my ass, would you? I don't think so! I don't think so, you're stuck in the bathroom! That's right! I see that arm trying to sneak out trying to get me. Kristen: What? (laughing) Nicole: Kristen? What are you, what are you doing in there to kill time until the maintenance people come? Kristen: Just a magazine- what does it look like? Nicole: (laughing) This is comedy gold, folks, comedy gold! Stay tuned- more later.” Transcribed by: rayluxuryacht

Ahahaha. I suppose there are worse places to be stuck... :)

( EDIT: Pictures!  )

Just to let you guys know I probably won't be online much for the next few days; got my Wills & Trusts final on Saturday and I REALLY need to study. It's deceptively tedius for a 4 week summer school class. Wish me luck! [Added bonus: if anyone wants to know how to avoid probate, I'm your go-to-girl!]

In other news, foxywriter and I have decided that we are going to bust out the video camera and record ourselves re-enacting our crazy neighbors shouting & fighting on the stairwell, as they are so prone to do. Hilarity will be had by all. Until they come out and kick our asses... STAY TUNED!

And now, for my own personal entertainment & inventory, a meme:

Step 1: Post this into your LJ.
Step 2: others will reply anonymously ^_^ about what they really think of you.
Step 3: cry, because this meme is so brutal, and it hurts.

EDIT: I think, since I copied this from someone else's journal, people are supposed to, like, comment here anonymously about what they really think about me. So, um, yeah. *cough* do it *cough* But, y'know, no pressure or anything. XP

Also: First person to get the reference in the title gets... the secret prize. OOOooooo, who are you to resist the secret prize?

Dear Diary,
Today my father referred to me as his son.

*looks down*

*scratches head*

In conclusion: WHAT? Is there something I'm missing here? Perhaps I should have just kept this to myself and the long line of psychiatrists who will never be able to help me get past it?

In Davis right now at a coffee shop with my roommate, and I am posting this for no other reason than because there is wireless internet here and I can. We were going to randomly drive to Reno today, but then decided not.

Here is a list of random happenings/thoughts of the night:

1. While stopped at a red light, on our way to get dinner, a Camaro drove past us and flung a pink lacey bra out the window. Neato! I love getting free undergarments!

2. At dinner, K kept making fun of the Grandma Pirate. Kristen, I know you are reading this, and you are going to hell, where unspeakable things will be done to your eye socket.

3. We also passed an old lady in blue dress trying to break into a cemetary. Seriously. Two (younger) guys were trying to hoist her over the wall. Wha-?

4. Drinking hazelnut coffee and I reeeeeeeally like it. Like, more than a friend. :-O

5. Kristen and I have recently concluded that we will probably end up being the world's most non-lesbian elderly gay couple.

6. Kristen randomly just begged me to ask Max if two men who are friends would sleep in the same bed together if they were in a hotel, mostly because Max is the only person who will answer our random questions. (I think she needs to know this for one of her writing projects or something)

Clearly there was no reason for this post.

People always say to me, "Nicole, why don't you have a MySpace?" "Why no MySpace, Nicole?" All I hear is MySpace, MySpace, MySpace. Well, I'll tell you why not: I just plain don't like MySpace. 75% of the surface area of profile pages are personality quiz results. The other 25% are pictures of people in their bathrooms. I wish people would just write, "I'm vain and I hang out in my bathroom all the time." It would really save a lot of bandwidth.

But to show that I'm not a poor sport (and because I will *always* submit to peer pressure, dammit all), I have decided to cast aside my last lingering thread of self-respect and join MySpace. And I want to fit in, of course. So after I'm finished taking this personality quiz, I'm going to have someone take a picture of me sitting on my toilet. I'll be wearing those little black reading glasses and holding a newspaper. I will also, of course, have the obligatory Emo hairdo. Because, frankly, if you're going to take a picture of yourself in the bathroom, you should do it right.

And, mark my words, I will be the STAR of MySpace for my revolutionary bathroom picture. And you all can say you new me when.

I should probably go to bed.

Not much exciting going on, but I am OFFICIALLY done with final exams now! W00t! :D Now I can finally catch up on everything I'm behind on, do some "fun" reading, work on my tan, goof off, etc. Ahh, I love summer break!

You know what I don't love, though? Going to bed at 4AM and being woken up 7AM by my crazy neighbors who scream and yell non-stop. I swear, if they do that shit tomorrow morning, Nicole's gonna have to choke a bitch. By the time I finally blocked out the shrieking and fell asleep again, I had to get up to take my grandparents to the airport. Seriously, we need to find a way to get rid of our neighbors. I'm toying with the idea of luring them into a old school style trap with a trail of popsicles (I gather they like popsicles as they leave a trail of wrappers and popsicle sticks on the stairway). Then I can just box 'em up and send 'em to another country. Or store them in a wherehouse like in the end of Indiana Jones. Either way. Does anyone have any other suggestions on how to get rid of pesky neighbors?

I have a wicked hankering for a caramel Frappaccino... I think I'll phone Brandon and ask him to pick me up one on his way over. Mmmm, yum.

I'm also toying with the idea of making a new set of mood icons (now that I have time to waste on pointless endeavors :p), but doing that is such a tedius pain in the arse.... Ehh. Maybe I'll start it and see how it goes.

EDIT: Brandon just started wailing Avril Lavine's "Skater Boi" on his guitar & singing it. Oh, this is priceless... And he's got it down, so I gather this isn't the first time he's played it. Frightening that he's so good at teeny girl pop music. Maybe I can get him to play "Miss Independent," too. Look out, Max, you have competiton! :-O

Let's see....

30 page condensed Corporations outline? Check.

1 page, last minute attack sheet? Check.

2 Red Bulls, PB&J sandwich, and baggy of baby carrots for consumption? Check.

Pens, highlighters, and timer? Check.

1980s buttrock CD in car to get me pumped? Check.

Game face? Double check.

Bring it on, Yoda Professor, I am ready to make Business Associations my bitch tonight. Rawr. For better or for worse, I will *never* have to sit through another boring BA lecture again. And in the end, that's all that matters? (And so help me, Max, if you call me up tomorrow, pretending to be my professor again and say that you have lost my exam, I shall have to hurt you. Badly.)

T minus 3 days 'til vacation. WIsh me luck guys - if I don't make it out alive, one of you please avenge my death.

God, I'm sitting here in the library trying to study for finals and there's this dude & chick making out right in front of me. In the library. The hell? You don't do that in a crowded law school library. And if you do, you have the decency to find some secluded corner, not a table in the middle of the 1st floor. I mean, seriously. And the guy's kinda hot, which might be the reason I'm so irritated. Jealousy. I got NO library game. That and I feel slightly guilty for not having paid for a ticket to see this grotesque (yet strangely hypnotizing) display....

In other news, I had 2.5 hours sleep last night and am dangerously close to passing out. I have no recollection whatsoever of driving to campus, but I'm here, so I must have... Somebody Fed Ex me a coffee. STAT.

And now for a meme, hijacked from my homegirl, foxywriter. Fill it out. *shakes fist* Fill it!

Dear missnickers:

You make me ________. You should _______. Someday I will ______. You = ________. If I saw you now I'd __________. I would build a _______ just for you. I would get your name tattooed on my __________. If I could sing you any song it would be _________. We could drink __________ under the stars. My love for you is like that of ____________.

Love,
_______________

(P.S. ______________.)


REPOST THIS WITH DEAR ______ (YOUR NAME) AND HAVE PEOPLE MESSAGE YOU FILLING IN THE BLANK.
______________

Quote of the day: "Yeah, but a ghost-man won't give you the AIDs or an STD!" - Kristen (if only people knew what bizzare things we talk about...)

Not much exciting going on here. Went out tonight with the roommate for pizza & then spent a few hours in Borders, reading depositions and looking at crime scene photos (for one of my finals) as she worked on PIT3 revisions.

Sometime this weekend I gots to get me some Coke Blak!. Have you guys heard of this stuff? It's some sort of new Coca-Cola / coffee amalgamation Basically a dream come true for anyone who is immune to your standard energy drink or who have lost touch with their crack dealer. ;) My prayers have been answered!

The good: The weather is G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S here! I mean perfect. The kind of weather that makes you want to go sit by the pool and sip blended coffee beverages all day while being fed fruit by tall, statuesque manservents....

The bad: I have class from 10AM - 9:30PM today, so I am stuck inside all day. Curse you, irony. :(

On my break between classes now, so I have to finish my readings, cram down an early dinner and head off to my last (3 hour) class of the day. One more week, give me strength! I sometimes think that I've crammed so much stuff into my brain that my head is going to explode. And I want very much for that not to happen. Because I like my head; it's a good head, all bumps and holes in the right places. I wish there was internet access in the room of tonight's class - it's the only lecture hall on campus *without* wif-fi, naturally - because I really need someone to chat with & entertain me during dark times like these.

So, instead, I shall post an interactive meme, in hopes of something to procrastinate with:

Ask me a question about anything, and I will answer it honestly!

Okee, back to reading depositions now.

I know I joke around a lot on here, but I'd like to speak to you all seriously for a moment. I have a big problem, and I need help. I'm at my wits end, and I just don't know what to do anymore. So I'm coming to you all for wisdom & advice, hoping - no begging for your advice, LJ friends.

Now, let me preface this by saying that I am the most unsuperstitious person you will ever meet. I am very logic minded. I generally don't believe in ghosts, possessions, or supernatural things like that. I need cold hard facts before I'm convinced of anything. Ask Kristen - I have been forbidden to go with her when she goes out with her "ghost-hunting" friends because I tend to mock them (in a friendly way, but some people take that personally... I dunno.). When I made jokes about Kristen's microwave being possessed by the dead popcorn mogul Orville Redenbacher, I was only joking around. I certainly never thought something like that could really happen. Anyways, the story:

As a few of you know, there have been some... strange... occurances in my appartment. When the roommate (foxywriter) and I moved in last summer, I found these mysterious little black hairs in my bathroom sink. Lots of them, very coarse, about 2 centimeters long. Kind of like the bristles you'd find on a brush. Now.. they aren't *my* hairs - I have blonde hair, and it's not short. And Kristen has red hair (and doesn't use my bathroom to my knowledge). So where do these little black hairs in question come from?! The weird thing is, I'll wipe down my sink before going to bed. Then I'll get up in the morning and the hairs will be there! I'll clean the sink again, and the hairs will come back! Before I get a chance to even *use* the bathroom counter area - so I know they don't come from me or from one of my brushes! It's baffling! Not only that, but Kristen and I have noticed strange noises coming from around the appartment. She's admitted to hearing the sounds of someone climbing up the stairs at 5AM when no one was climbing up the stairs at ALL. Creepy, no?

power12252 and I have discussed this strange phenomenon at length and we have come to the conclusion that the appartment is haunted by the spirit of former president Taft. I don't recall how we came to this conclusion, but it seemed perfectly logical at the time.... For a little while, the black hairs and mysterious noises were gone. But now...

They're baaaaaaaaaaaaack! I don't know what to do. I bet even Unsolved Mysteries couldn't solve this one! How does one rid an appartment of an evil spirit? Seance? Get an old priest and a young priest? Write the ghost a letter, asking it politely to leave? I don't like the idea of living in a haunted room. I don't want to be watched (especially between 4-5PM, that's Nicole's private time!). So far the entity known as Taft's Ghost has not done anything to make me think it's EVIL. But you never know what it might do in the future. What if it gets possessive of me? What if I bring a guy over and it gets all hostile? I certainly don't need the ghost of a former president salting my game, slowing my roll.

So... what should I do??? Why won't Taft leave me alone? Was my appartment built over an ancient presidential burial ground? This has all taken an ugly turn, folks... I beg of you all to help.

Roommate is gone for the day. I'm home alone. And you all know what that means! *looks around shiftily* NO PANTS! WOOOOO!

[Sorry to everyone who had to read that - it's an injoke between foxywriter and I, and I posted that mostly to disturb her. Now back to your regularly scheduled program. XP]

So... Some of you might have noticed that I have been MIA for a while now. Well, it would seem that every once and a while fate likes to play a little game I like to call, "Up Yours, Nicole!" This is one of those times. Over a week ago, my beloved iBook started acting odd. At first it just slowed way down in running programs; I noticed Friday night that I couldn't work on a word document while simulaneously chatting with 3 different people, surfing the net, & watching downloaded Drawn Together episodes from iTunes like I normally do without it freezing up on me. Then it quickly got to the point where I couldn't even open one program or even open a *folder* without it freezing up. And rebooting the thing took at least 10 minutes, whereas before it loaded super fast.

So, long story short, after about 10 trips back and forth to the Apple store & consulting a "Mac Genius" who bore a strong resemblence to the Comic Book Guy from "The Simpsons" [whom I bitched out after he copped an attitude with me - I mean, I'm a very nice person until I reach a certain point, and then I will go off like a rabid dog with PMS (to quote a wise woman ;), and this guy was SO totally asking for it! He was rude as hell. I would bet cash-money the bastard will write about me on customers_suck! I hope he quotes me correctly, as I get very sarcastic/witty when I am very angry, and I gave him some real gems... the woman next to me was covering her mouth so she wouldn't laugh out loud! But I digress.] Anyway, after a long, tiring ordeal which I won't describe in specifics, as thinking about it will only reinstate my rage (Nicole MAD, Nicole SMASH!), I have been laptopless. Unfortunately, being laptopless is not as sexy as it sounds. There is no nakedness involved, only tears and much rocking back & forth in a corner. :(

Now my computer has been shipped off to get a whole new hard drive because apparently the internal disk is jacked up ( a scratch or something, which causes it to jam up whenever that portion of the disk is used - sort of like a CD skipping when it has a scratch.) The whole thing is totally shitty. You see, not only is my whole life on that computer - not only do I use that computer 24/7 for law school - not only are all my class notes, briefs, outlines, etc. on that piece of shit computer - I lost over 30 gigs worth of files when the piece of shit hard drive took a dive! I had about 15 or so gigs worth of music (I'm crossing my fingers that I can transfer them back via iPod), and I had *tons* of digital pictures that I can *never* get back. And lots of other stuff (see: my Sims 2 files that I have wasted many hours creating when I should have been doing something productive). Tons & tons of files lost, I guess, would be the main bulletpoint of this paragraph. *sob* I am pissed beyond all rational thought over this.

Luckily, in the 11th hour, I managed to backup some school files. If I hadn't, I would be seriously screwed. There is NO way I would be able to make up all that stuff before finals.

AND, if this wasn't enough stress, I got a flat tire and the the whole thing needed to be replaced. So, for a couple of days I was not only computerless, but carless, having to use my parents' car and computer when necessity demanded it. Feh. I got Zippy back yesterday, but I want Milky back now. :( I miss him. So, yes, my life sucks pretty hard right now. It's really frightening how much I rely on modern technology.

K stole "borrowed" one of her school's loaner laptops for me to take to class tomorrow during my heinous 12 hour day, so that was very nice of her. It's a Hewlet Packard and it is vuuuuuuurry slllllllooooooow. I mean, damn. My parents' 6 year old Mac is way faster than this thing. But it's certainly better than nothing. Thanky, thanky, K! Did I ever tell you you're my hero? And so on and so forth?

And... that's it for now, I guess. I've rambled on enough. :p

EDIT: This loaner computer keeps making wierd noises. It sounds like the control deck of the damned Starship Enterprise. I hope it's not giving me a tumor or something...

Couldn't resist stealing this meme:

Ask me a question about each of the following:
- Friends
- Sex
- Music
- Drugs
- Love
- Livejournal
No matter how rude, sexual, or confidential. Then post this in your journal and see what questions you get asked!

Now's your chance, peeps!

I have met my soulmate:



As our love is frowned upon, we are running off to someplace where we can be together and be free.

That is all. XP

Quick update while my coffee is brewing and my toast is buring (I have serious contempt for our toaster oven!), 'cause I think Kristen and Christina will hurt me if I don't post this...

So, last night I was attempting to draw a cartoon version of myself, Family Guy-style (because, let's face it, it's an EASY style and I have no uiquie style of my own) and failing miserabley because I suck at drawing myself, when my roommate suggested that I draw a cartoon version of power12252. This suggestion reminded me of a comment he made when a while back, when I posted some old artwork I had done, when Max made the comment that I should draw a comic based on his superhero alter-ego. For those who don't know, we have this joke that he's a mild-mannered lawyer by day, but dons a Speedo (don't ask) and cape at night to thwart evil-doers.... So I whipped up this drawing in a about 20 minutes as a joke. Personally, I think the likness is UNCANNY!

( Ha ha, Max, you have a ball chin! )

Next time, I am drawing Christina in all her pimp glory! XD OK, now I need to finish my readings before class...

I was just called on by my professor to answer a series of questions about above-the-line-tax-deductions. I somehow managed to BS my way through them AND convince my professor that I'm right, despite the fact that I didn't do the reading last night. *bows* Kids, don't try this at home or in your own law school classes. This is an advanced move that requires years of BS training. I, myself, spent 24 months in the bush, studying with Tibeten Yogis and honing the craft. basically, the Yogi told me that I must grab the pebble from his palm, and then I did whatever I could to weasel out of it. I reccomend studying with Yogis to all.

ANYWAY, since I'm clearly making the most of my class time, I decided to post my next batch of underrated music pimpage. This week I'm choosing to bombard you all Lucky Boys Confusion songs, because (1) they are what I like to call "superteriffickickass," and (2) because applescruffs85 likes them. And if applescruffs85 likes them, then you know they MUST be good, right?! ;) So if you haven't heard them, you should give 'em a try. Very catchy stuff.

[EDIT: Links taken down, hit me up if you want the songs.]

Nothing important really, but I was surfing the 'net this afternoon, as I often do, and came a cross a picture that freaks me out, every time I see it. You've all see those Classmates.com ads right? They're everywhere: E-bay, fanfiction.net, Yahoo!, etc. etc. Well, the blonde chick featured in almost *every* banner they have bears a *striking* resemblence to my mother in her high school senior portrait. I mean, they look *identical*. So much that I showed her the picture and she even had to drag out her senior picture to make sure that it *wasn't* her. This chick looks *that* much like her. That ad (as seen below) never ceases to SCARE THE CRAP OUT OF ME when I see it.


Sometimes I wonder if it is mom, and she's somehow using the picture to spy on me and what I'm looking at on the internet.... but that's just absurd, right? RIGHT? :p My father on the other hand looked exactly like like Clark Kent in his senior picture, with the black framed glasses and the hair. But I think every guy who graduated in the '60s pretty much looked like Clark Kent in their pictures, so that's not as impressive as the Classmates.com chick.

I wish I looked like a famous internet mascot or cartoon character. :(

Something to really ponder over breakfast: Contrary to popular delusion, living in the fiefdoms of marshmallow cereals is not all it's cracked up to be. Subjects immerse themselves in the whiskey-soaked world of Irish folklore, chasing rainbows and leprechauns, hunting for jewels instead of jobs. But what are they running from? Perhaps it's the very real prospect of being nocturnally molested by the power-lusting tyrant Count Chocula - of being mounted in their sleep and having chocolate sucked from their necks. Or perhaps it's the guilt that gnaws at their hypocritical guts as they preach abstinence to that poor silly rabbit, denying him his "Trix," all the while promiscuously gorging themselves on the melty marshmallows.


Wow, I must really be bored! Still, it's not as bad as this post... or this one. :p

I finally finished uploading a bunch of pictures from our New Years in Disneyland & Universal Studios. Be forewarned: (1) I look like ASS in these pictures; it was rainy, cold, and windy - and I spent 98% of the time in multiple layers of clothing and wet. Seriously. (2) There are a lot of pictures behind the cut. And mean A LOT. I shrunk them down to a decent pixel size to ease the loading time, but there are still a lot. Just so you know. And I tried to put them in the order they were taken, so y’all get the full effect.

My only regret is that I never got to take a picture in front of the Church of Scientology, which you can clearly see from the highway. Forgive me, Tom Cruise and Mr Hubbard. Next time... next time! XP

( New Years 2005-2006: A Photo Essay. )

And that's all. I think I've bored you all enough (if anyone is actually reading, that is.)

For those of you who read my post from earlier today and didn't believe I have the WORST LUCK EVER, here's photographic proof!

( Nicole 0, God 5 )

Are you all convinced now?! *sigh* I need a drink...

So, today is my roommate's birthday. And the sheer number of balloons I've managed to pop while decorating the appartment today is mind boggling. I'm not sure if this was an extra sensitive package of balloons or if it's just me, but damn - they popped when I blew on them too hard (no sick jokes please, I'm being serious) and when I tried to staple them to the "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" banner outside our appartment door. The package had 50 balloons, and there are like 2 left. That's how many I blew up and popped. Madness. Not to mention I had to put some air in Mitch, as he was looking rather limp, and hence I am out of breath now. I also got a party hat for Mitch, but I don't think Kristen will find it as hillarious as I do - which surprises me, as my comedic timing is usually *impeccable*. ;p

But anyway, I managed to get some b-day decorations up, and stopped by Safeway to get a cake made. I *wanted* to get a BTTF cake with the Delorean plus firetrails on it that said "Happy Birthday, FutureGirl!" But apparently, the lady who decorates the cakes would be out til noon tomorrow or something. Settled for chocolate with simple writing. Feck, feck, Feckity feck, feck. I'm having the shittiest luck today. Witness:

1. The balloon massacre as seen in paragraph 1.
2. The cake letdown as seen in paragraph 2.
3. I got in my car today and my BRAKES WENT OUT. Had my dad look at the car, apparently it's deathly low on brake fluid. WTF is up with all these problems I'm having with my car lately? I never had any problems at all, and now it's like everytime I turn around! Damn it all.
4. The CD player in my car also decides to break today.
5. While going through a popular intersection, I hit the gas when the light was yellow. The light turned red when I was in the middle of the intersection. I saw a flash go off. Meaning they got my license plane on camera and I will probably be recieving a ticket in the mail for $300 sometime in the near future. &*()^&(^&%^&$#
6. While waiting for my brakes to get fixed, I noticed that my dog had ripped a bunch of hair off his back leg to the point that it was BLEEDING! He has a skin allergy thing, which he's on antibiotics for, but damn. The poor baby! This scared the shit out of me, so I immediately put some of the antibiotic cream on it and i wondering if I should take him back to the vet? IT would suck if he had to wear one of those lamp shade things, but he can't keep chewing himself like this!!! *worries*
7. Searched high and low for a B-day card for K that had a cockatiel on it, Hallmark, the pet store, etc. Aside from the fact that she likes birds (and I am scared to death of them, long story), and I was going to write on the inside of the card, "Kristen laughed as I pulled out the cock on her birthday," which is this horrible in-joke we have based on a random comment she made on AIM. Never found a cockatiel card, but I did find one with scary clowns, which is good but not GREAT. Y'know?

That's it, so far. PLEASE let the rest of the day go better. I did see this HUGE belt buckle at the mall today with the Incredibles logo on it. If I were a cowboy, I'd totally be all over that. But I am not a cowboy, so alas.... theflhurricane, perhaps this is up your alley? ;)

Need to walk Homer now. Peace out!

Back from vacation and so freaking wiped out! I think I slept 10 hours last night, which is more than I got for the whole week COMBINED! There's just something about hotels... I can't sleep well in them. And the whole vacation was go-go-go, so you can see why I was pretty spent by the end. Anyhoo...

Highlights include:
* Rain. Every damn day. This wasn't so much of a highlight as it was a pain in the soaking wet ass. Interesting fact about Nicole: She hates rain. If Nicole were a superhero, rain would be her arch enemy. Spending the day in wet pants is just not on what she considers a good time. Oh, that sounded bad...
* The rain stopping in time for the New Years countdown, so that we could stand on Disneyland Main Street to watch the fireworks without being cold AND wet. Yay!
* Having 2 rides break down while we were on them. The first being the coaster California Screamin' and the second being It's A Small World, in a boat behind a bunch of nuns. Enless loop of children singing = my own private hell.
* A conversation that went something like this:

Me: What the heck is THAT?!
Kristen: It's called porn, Nicole.
Me: Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

* Paying for wireless 'net access at the hotel in which we stayed - but then said wireless internet only worked ONE night.
* Driving to the Stardust Hotel down the street in our pajamas circa midnight to use their FREE wireless internet in the parkinglot [see above]. You'd think we could go more than one day without checking email, but no. CLearly we have priorities. :p
* Mr Incredible letting me feel his bicep and more.
* Visiting Biff's Pleasure Paradise stairs.
* Rocking out in the car and singing at the top of our lungs to various songs.
* Hanging out after dark at the train tracks from BTTF 3 in Oxnard.
* Kristen smelling urine, and then realizing it was her own. :-O
* Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf!!! Every day!
* Discovering, while we were on it and with a bit of shock, that the new Mummy ride at Universal wasn't some lame ass old lady ride as we were expecting, but in actuality a kick ass 'coaster.
* BTTF ride. 'Nuff said.
* Talking about naked bongo drum playing on the way home.
* Watching the biography of Walt Disney and learning that Nazi supermen are our superiors. XO
* Going on a wild goose chase to find Seth's house.

Lowlights:
• I missed the Gauntlet 2 on Monday. Gauntlet 2 might be the best/worst thing ever for me. Oh, how I love that show. Yeah, know its a sick obsession and I dont care, frankly. I cant wait to find out what happened - did anyone reading this happen to watch it, and if so can you fill me in?? cllort? Wait a second, maybe i'm revealing something dark and terrible about myself here... Is this the best thing going in my life right now? The anticipation of another MTV reality show episode? What the hell is wrong with me? Twenty-two minutes of pleasure every 7 days, thats my highlight. I'm a mess! :p

Well. I think that's the long and short of it. Pictures later, if anyone cares.

It was December 21st of this year. 6:04PM. A hot and moist night - what some might refer to as ‘humid’. But not me. I like to use the term ‘sultry’. So, anyway, the night was sultry. Damned sultry. It had been raining all day. I was at the mall and I was on a mission: I needed to get my mother’s Xmas present and I needed to get it fast. Xmas was a mere few days away. I had decided on this electric leg massager at JC Penny’s. My mom has this restless leg thing, and she had been hinting at it for a while. Not only that, but I happened to have a $10-off coupon for JC Penny’s. Yes, it was the perfect gift! I made my way through the crowds to the department store and spotted a huge display of the aforementioned leg massagers. 20 minutes later found me outside JC Penny, with a frown on my face and empty handed. You see, I, being the legendary idiot that I am, had forgotten the $10-off coupon at home. Pissed at myself, I decided to return to the store the next day for the gift, not wanting to drive all the way home and all the way back to the m all, through the traffic, the rain, and fight with the parking gods twice in one day. Not a big deal, right? If only.... :p

I returned to the store a short 24 hours later - only to find the unthinkable: the display was gone! No leg massagers were in sight! I didn’t panic - there was no time for that. I went to the Housewear department and scoped the place like Magic Johnson would scope the court at the Garden. And then I saw it: a lone box, sitting in the corner, all by itself. The last electric leg massager. Thrilled, I began a brisk walk in its direction. Only... upon closer inspection, the box appeared much bigger than I remembered. And heavier. I wasn’t happy about it, but on that night, I didn’t have much choice: I lugged the gargantuan box over to the register, talked the cashier into accepting the coupon (which apparently didn’t apply to electronics afterall), payed $90 for the sonofabitch, and then lugged it to the end of the parking lot (in the rain!) to my car - only to find that the damned box was too big to fit into my trunk! Nor the backseat. Nor the front seat.

I was pissed, naturally. But in retrospect, I probably should have borrowed my mother’s car. Anyone who has ever driven in *my* car (Zippy, as I call it) knows how tiny it is - it’s a sports car with virtually no backseat capable of seating anyone older than a toddler comfortably. The most people I’ve ever gotten into it was 4 (including my 6’5” ex) and that was horribly akward & uncomfortable for all involved (except for me because I was driving, heh). So, with little choice and with a lot of arm strain, I hauled the beast box back into JC Penny and had them hold it for me, while I went home to get my mothers car. I couldn’t exactly call her and ask her to come get it, since it was her gift and all, now could I?

Drove home. Drove back in much bigger car. Got box, which by this point I was starting to think of as Satan’s leg massager. Lugged it through the mall this time (and was asked by a couple of strangers if I needed help - which was nice, don’t get me wrong, but I didn’t feel comfortable having a some large man that I have never before met accompany me alone through a dark parking lot) and to my mom’s Toyota Solara. And then found that the box wouldn’t fit in HER trunk either! At this point, it was getting ugly. I was so mad and frustrated that I actually sat down on the box and started crying. But that didn’t last for long - it was almost like a battle between me and the box, and dammit - I was NOT going to let the box win. Not after I’d already come that far. So I sat there, determined, and mentally reviewed my options. I ended up calling my dad at work, and he loaded the box up in his truck, then took it home. I won!

And what made the whole thing worth while was the look of delight on my mother’s face as she tried the leg massager out Christmas morning. That heartwarming smile I watched shift to shock and then to horror in slow motion as the damn machine BROKE within the first 2 minutes she used it. I kid you not, my friends. IT FECKING BROKE WITHIN 2 MINUTES OF USE. My dad, being the tech geek that he is, took it apart and found that it was missing some critical peice inside. Day after Xmas: woke up at the butt crack or dawn, went to every Penny’s in the greater Sacramento area, and NONE of them have any massagers left in stock. Am I pissed? Yes. Am I bitter as hell? Oh yeah. Do I want to kick my own ass for even thinking of buying this gift? You bet. But not much I can do about it now. :( We’re waiting to see if the store gets anymore in stock, since they apparently sold well...

*sigh* Anyway... I have been on the go pretty much since my "vacation" started, and so I have vowed to stay in my PJs all day today, not leave the house, and be damned unprodcutive! It feels pretty nice! XP Hope all of you had a good holiday!

I'm bored out of my mind and burnt out on studying. So I shall leave this nifty meme thing in the hopes of being entertained. [Please entertain me!]

If you read this - if your eyes are passing over this right now - please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want (good or bad) BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your journal and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

My copyright analysis is DONE! Twenty-six pages. Written in a little over two days. Bow down, for I am the MASTER! XD I would do a victory jig right now if I weren't dangerously close to passing out from exhaustion. Looking forward to sleeping and feeling human again. More later.

Ugh, some of you may have noticed that I haven't been online for the past week. What? Nobody noticed I was gone for a week?! Thanks a lot, I see how it is! XP Well, seeing as nobody cares, I'll just explain it to myself: I've been pretty sick all week and had the extra pleasure of cramming my butt off for the MPRE, which I took Friday. Let me tell you, there's nothing like spending an entire morning barfing into a toilet before an exam that your future career is dependant upon to get you pumped! Blah. Now let us never speak of the vomiting or the MPRE again.

Now on to happier things! Took a much needed day off yesterday, and Kristen and I drove up to Reno to hang out with mrwiz and his friend Nate. Had a good time, too. Below is my pantented procrastinatory photo essay of our (mis)adventures. I guess if you're really bored or something you can have a looksee behind the cut. Take this as a preemptive appology for this sick jokes that follow. XP

( Reno '05: I laughed, I cried, I violated Santa Claus! )


And now you know... the rest of the story. Tune in for more pointless posts tomorrow. Same LJ time. Same LJ channel.

Halloween party last night was cool. I, as you all know, was everyone's favorite superheroine, Elastigirl. The party had kareoke, foosball, a fire pit, a hot tub, and yadda yadda, I'm very tired today... but I have too much work to do to sleep, so bring on the caffiene! My mom and I finshied the Elastigirl costume (which I am firmly believe is cursed with some sort of bad juju) about 2 hours before I actually had to LEAVE for the party. Long story short: her sewing machine broke - twice! - Friday. And we actually managed to MELT the iron-on logo onto the fabric of the shirt (it was this shimmery polyester/cotton blend that the iron-on wouldn't *stick* to, so we tried to overcompensate for that fact with lots of heat and pressure. Bad move in retrospect.).

But i'm pretty happy with how it turned out in the end, and I actually mananged to NOT start any fires! That's a halloween miracle in itself! If anyone cares, I'll post some pictures (with the accompanied commentary) either later tonight or tomorrow, when I get a chance to upload them. And I'm really going to study for the MPRE this week, not just SAY I'm going to study and then go do something else... I mean it this time. Because, y'know, the test is this coming Friday and all. And then Saturday it's off to Reno! W00t!

Teaser:

Evolution is a farce. It was entirely made up by classic hoaxster, Charles Darwin as a means of "getting back" at the insurmountable preponderance of data that supported his claim. Good one, Chuck!