tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10912073427977434882024-02-07T20:59:46.852-08:00hellomynameisnicolePlease be patient.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-23190227389141524752010-04-19T20:08:00.000-07:002010-04-19T20:09:04.798-07:00hmI want you to be the one who walks me home<br />I hope you can get close enoughNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-60706669627129746582010-02-04T21:24:00.000-08:002010-02-04T21:41:30.633-08:00A New Year, A New LifeI haven't written anything here since July. It's February now and I can't really remember anything of note that has happened in the past seven months that were worthy to write about.<br /><br />I started this blog because I enjoy reading other people's. Soon after some initial posts, I realized blogging wasn't for me. I communicate with too many people on a daily basis to have anything left in me to write about that could suffice as somewhat interesting. I do the same shit everyday. I don't care about one thing enough to devote a blog to, I don't travel often, I don't go on tour and I mostly don't have time. Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, Blogs - there isn't much that I'm doing that hasn't gone noted by some type of social networking phenomenon. I can't keep up although I wish I could. I want to have a daily picture of me in an interesting place, I want a crazy story to write about and I want to share that with open eyes and ears, but instead I would exude every ounce of pent up frustration onto this blog, which can be viewed by the public, and unabashedly spill my over analytical guts all over the internet. To those who have witnessed this, I'm sorry. I think I've got some crazy in me.<br /><br />2010 is already insane. Soon after my previous post (you know, the one about Boston sucking) I decided to move. Richmond, VA was my city of choice thanks to it's adorable houses, easy to learn grid system, delightful restaurants and home to some of my favorite people. It's always felt right for me here. One month in and I have a job I never thought I'd have. Salary, benefits, working for a great company. My back isn't as tense as it used to be, I'm not as angry and high strung and while I did love a lot about my life in Boston, I know now I have made the best decision. That is a feeling I am proud to know and I hope everyone gets to feel at some point in their life. I did good.<br /><br />With that said, I will stop writing. Perhaps I can now use this forum, not to vent about cities that suck and relationships going sour and sending messages to people I thought I once loved, but for something more mentally stimulating and less emotionally debilitating.<br /><br />Goodnight.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-76529845160772533322009-07-15T06:17:00.000-07:002009-07-15T06:52:47.861-07:00Hey Boston, You SuckFor being one of the "great" and "major" cities of the world, Boston is day by day becoming more and more awful. I barely live in this city, working 2 jobs almost an hour north, but I love my neighborhood and love my apartment and unless someone bought me a house next to the ocean, I wouldn't live anywhere else in MA. With that said, I want to discuss a few reasons why the city I live in is an absolute joke.<br /><br />First, there are 3 places I know of where you can get food late at night. The tiny little South St. Diner - on a Friday or Saturday this place is a crowded awful mess. Next to it is News, serving food til 5am. Filled with Eurotrash, visiting celebs and other undesirables, I would rather go to a late night meal amongst hookers and crackheads at the diner than drunk pseudo socialites at News. The ihop near the highway in Brighton is also a good time. The food is obviously horrible, the clientele almost work (drunk college kids) and it's far from anywhere I personally need to be. There is some all night club Rise, which I'm sure i'll visit in my lifetime, but I think you might have to fail a drug test to get in the front door.<br /><br />Second, Happy Hour. Happy Hour is illegal in the state of MA. No discounts on alcaholic beverages. You can discount food for "happy hour" but any fan of a 2 for 1 deal or half price cocktails KNOWS the discount on fucking wings and french fries is a lot less fun. Boston is a fairly expensive city, so a half price drink would be nice every now and then. I'd love to pay $3 or $4 for a vodka soda. While I understand WHY they would like to dwindle the number of late afternoon drunkards roaming the streets, I can only think of the black hole that is the deficit of this great state. If happy hour makes money, the state makes money. Why does MA hate money?<br /><br />Third, this is unconfirmed but I heard that there will no longer be any 18+ club or dance nights at bars. This is to combat underage drinking and fun. While I don't really care or involve myself in the "dance" or "club" scenes in Boston, the population of this city is 50% college students. Students who maybe want to go have fun, dance...sounds crazy I know. When I heard about this, I couldn't believe it. So college freshmen and sophomores, If you want to go to a show at the House of Blues, you will apparently be regulated to the first floor - while all the drinkers are on the 2nd and 3rd, cause that is right, there is no alcohol allowed on the first floor apparently. That was a slight digression, but my point remains the same - Boston hates fun.<br /><br />The T. This was one of my major qualms about this city from day one. The train stops running at 1230/1am every night. Bars close at either 1am or 2am, leaving the cities drunks to stumble home, take a cab, OR drive. If I wanted to go out downtown and have drinks until after 1am, to get home, I'd have to take a $20 cab ride (no way), walk home (wicked no way) OR drive. While I am a fairly responsible person, I have driven and will drive again with my alcohol level over the legal limit. I know my limits and ask anyone, get really drunk probably 5 times a year - but I only imagine all of the people less responsible, more drunk, hopping in their cars and driving away. It's scary and I've seen it with my very own eyes. Nevermind the drunk people, what about the people that have to go to work at 3 or 4am, or come home from work that late. The bartenders, and graveyard shift workers of the world are left without any public transportation.<br /><br />The radio. Radio in this city BLOWS, with the exception of the NPR station WBUR and the scattered college stations, WERS is obviously the best radio station ever. BUT in regards to commercial radio, sure, it sucks everywhere, but at least there is some diverse programming. Want to hear hip hop - you can tune into ONE frequency (and WERS week nights ). The ONE hip hop station now plays lady gaga and britney spears and is way behind what is going on in the rest of the world. Even a small city like Richmond, VA has more than one "urban" station who is way more ahead of the game than anyone in boston. CBS just cut WBCN, the longest running alternative station. there is WAAF, nu metal central and WFNX - weird indie /alt rock that doesn't have an incredibly strong signal. There are a few classic rock stations within range, a gaggle of soft rock and Kiss 108 the leader in Top 40 (mostly awful). For a city this size that can boast and brag about local music and a great "scene" and all that garbage, it is NOT represented on the radio. The exception being WERS which is really the only outlet for local and independent music.<br /><br />There is no The Onion distribution in Boston - LAME<br /><br />There are 3 vegetarian restaurants. One sells overpriced sub shop food that isn't very good and 2 are asian cuisine that gets old after a while. <br /><br />There are no great and consistent venues for hardcore shows.<br /><br />No 24hr Gym<br /><br />Sub par fashion/shopping scene<br /><br />Okay, rant over. Sure, there are a lot of great things about boston but this wasn't a "why boston rules" entry - it's a why boston sucks entry. I'm looking forward to leaving.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-51431438351884204262009-05-03T20:12:00.000-07:002009-05-03T20:38:50.732-07:00The golden ruleI didn't think I was ever going to write another long entry in this blog.<br />I've been feeling happy, less stressed - no pent up emotions to shamelessly put on the internet for all the world to see. I should have figured it wouldn't last for long.<br /><br />For the record, I hate the live journal nature of this blog. I whole heartedly think it's lame but writing actually really helps me relieve my anxiety. Knowing that a few people do read this when i udpate it keeps me going - only because I can relay my feelings better in writing than verbally and also because a few out there can relate.<br /><br />Work (both deathwish and waitressing) have kept me incredibly busy these last few weeks. I would like to sleep for two days straight but the anxiety of busy days and nights are not making for a restful night. Stressful dreams have plagued me for the past few nights and I think writing a bit might help relieve some of that- so here I go.<br /><br />Dear Friends,<br /> I know that as humans we have a lot of needs. Attention from the opposite sex is in the forefront of those. In the past few weeks I have learned that dear friends of mine in serious relationships are frequently not faithful to their significant others. If you think this entry is solely about you, you are wrong - as plenty of my friends have gone through this - as cheaters and victims of infidelity. Over the past week I have had a pit of disgust in my stomach. I am so repulsed by the way people are treating their so-called loved ones. Perhaps I am lonely and have too much time to think about other peoples relationships and lives, that it has led me to this - but I was surprised and shocked at some of the information I have been told. I will make it entirely clear that I, myself, am guilty of aiding to someone cheating on someone else. I pretty much feel like shit about it - but it always felt like the right thing to do. And by right, I mean what i wanted to do. Impuslive, selfish... do I regret it? No.<br /><br />As I've mentioned before in this blog, in another long winded entry about infidelity, I just am not cut from that cloth. If I am in a relationship with someone, they are the be all end all. If i want to get with someone else, the relationship is over - that is my sign they aren't the one for me. I've thought this was the obvious way of operating for most humans, but I'm starting to feel like I am in the minority. I do not want to gloat and boast that I am some of amazing human being, because I'm not - but I sure as shit know I am not an asshole. Being kind, patient and committed to my friends is the most important thing to me. I don't think I could ever intentionally do something that would blatantly hurt another person. I'm not sure where the golden rule got lost. I really always thought you should treat others how you'd like to be treated. I can safely say, I've never wanted to be lied to - - so I figure, don't lie to anyone else.<br /><br />I could go on forever on this subject, but to the people who might stumble upon or read this blog - please think about the people in your lives that love you and trust you and are committed to you and your happiness. Put yourself in their shoes. If you love them, why would you want to do something that would upset them? If you feel nothing when you envision them broken and in tears, then please let them go. Stop being selfish. To my knowledge, I've never been cheated on - although about 80% of me thinks I have. Paranoid maybe, but if I've learned anything in the past few years, it's that even the people that you think love you the most, will always put their selfish desires ahead of you and your well being. I don't want to believe that or harbor resentment and carry baggage with me into future relationships - I think i have that in check. I just beg the people I know to be less careless with other people's emotions. <br /><br />I'm also sorry to those people I've hurt through my own actions. I honestly hope it will never happen again.<br /><br />I guess this is goodnight. Please wish me sweet dreams, I need all the help I can get.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-73986472809736068632009-04-12T19:46:00.001-07:002009-04-12T19:46:27.929-07:00I could really use...a partner in crime.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-85804668166944028092009-02-14T08:49:00.000-08:002009-02-14T08:53:15.662-08:00Hmm....yupI want to be a good woman<br />And I want for you to be a good man<br />And this is why I am leaving<br />And this is why I cant see you no more<br />cause I dont want to be a bad woman<br />I cant stand to see you to be a bad man<br /><br />I will miss your heart so tender<br />I will love this love forever<br />This is why I am leavin<br />And this is why I cant see ya no more<br />And this is why I am lying<br />When I say I dont love ya no more<br /><br />I want to be a good woman<br />And I want for you to be a good man<br />And this is why I am leavin<br />And this is why I cant see ya no more<br />And this is why I am lying<br />When I say that I dont love you no more<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYsA_ZizHt4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYsA_ZizHt4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-85604664795988574262009-02-11T16:03:00.001-08:002009-02-11T16:03:47.307-08:00I stumbled onto pure genius<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OjgX1sXcOWE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OjgX1sXcOWE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-2433622331103265222009-01-21T20:17:00.000-08:002009-01-21T20:21:38.898-08:00A Week Later...And I still feel like crap.<br /><br />Oh well, guess I'll have to deal<br /><br />I can't shake the feeling of utter disappointment that I am a complete failure and severely below average. I blame my mother for telling me that I was smarter, putting me in honors classes, setting the bar extremely high.<br /><br />Well, I'm not above average. I've come to that conclusion. I am mediocre, and I think there is nothing worse in the world.<br /><br />On that note, thanks to Cara and LUPEC for a lovely evening out. Someday we will be able to go shopping (at used and NOT used clothing stores), have dinner, and maybe meet for a pedi the next morning. Soon my dear, things will change.<br /><a href="http://limelinx.com/files/ac31dba21c5f3bb6c5b0f3651058084a" target="_blank"><br />http://limelinx.com/files/<wbr>ac31dba21c5f3bb6c5b0f365105808<wbr>4a</a><br /><br /><br />Club banger of the year says Kelsey....<br /><br />Goodnight.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-81768133378820493392009-01-14T15:17:00.000-08:002009-01-14T15:34:55.971-08:00Is this the complaint department?For my own venting purposes I will now outline exactly WHY today pissed me off.<br /><br />1. I had a bad dream this morning AFTER my alarm went off meaning a few things...<br /><br />--I woke up later than I intended<br />--I woke up with a headache feeling stressed out, mad, sad and incredibly annoyed I dreamt what I dreamt in the first place. I mean really? Seriously brain? Can we just get over it already please! thanks.<br />--I slept on my stomach which I never do which caused my old lady back to be so stiff I couldn't even bend over to wash my face without wincing in pain<br /><br />2. I didn't make any cash tips last night so I had to use my only $10 to buy gas and didn't have any money to buy food. Deathwish came through and bought me lunch but I didn't eat anything healthy and now feel like crapola.<br /><br />3. I left work early to attend the House of Blues job fair, hoping to acquire a serving position at a place that will surely be busy and rake in the old dough I need, love and miss. There was no traffic (yay), I got a parking spot directly in front of the building where it was taking place (yay) but when I walked up to the line I asked "does the line start here?" and some dickface shithead said "line's closed sorry." to which I responded "I thought it was open til 7" (it was a lil after 530). A much nicer (and larger) gentlemen let me know that the HOB people only had the room til 7pm and it was taking them a long time to process the applicants so they closed the line down a few minutes before. Fail. I cried as soon as I got in my car. (I am a GIANT baby...apparently)<br /><br />4. It's cold as shit outside. A whopping 19 degrees and falling does not make me want to smile.<br /><br />I feel like there are more than four reasons why I'm so agitated, but I guess that is it.<br /><br />Redeeming qualities of today:<br /><br />Homeade Vegan Peanut Butter Cookies courtesy of Marcus<br />Our Tea Collection<br />The Lewd Acts podcast<br />Patsy the maintenence Irishman coming to CAULK the holes in the entire house so that no more cute lil mice can come in and scare the crap out of me.<br /><br />...somehow that isn't enough<br /><br />I'm going to just watch this over and over and over and over<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPzNl6NKAG0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPzNl6NKAG0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-32461120999491233862009-01-11T11:46:00.000-08:002009-01-11T11:47:35.970-08:00Little Bit..<div style="text-align: center;">hands down<br />i'm too proud for love<br />but with eyes shut<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> it's you i'm thinking of<br /><br /><br /></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-59268452108280359352009-01-09T07:56:00.001-08:002009-01-09T08:01:31.521-08:00Cold World...Has a blog now.<br />Should be funny and interesting.<br /><br />Here is a link.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.howthegodschill.blogspot.com">http://www.howthegodschill.blogspot.com</a><br /><br /><br /><br />Photos to follow.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dq_-FEpbBrg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dq_-FEpbBrg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-11793717704266104792008-12-30T20:42:00.000-08:002008-12-30T20:48:22.499-08:00sigh of reliefI love:<br />iPhones<br />our new lamps<br />my slippers<br />haircuts<br />wearing high heels<br />hulu.com<br />808s and Heartbreaks<br />sweaters<br />white t-shirts<br />sleeping<br />March '09<br />December 28th, 2008<br /><br /><br />I do not love:<br />holidays<br />working<br />people who lack patience, tact and common sense<br />the mouse in our kitchen even though he's so cute<br />being broke<br />50 centNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-64724152249988581592008-12-19T09:48:00.000-08:002008-12-19T10:15:45.982-08:00Imminent Infidelity?I sat at work last night, bored out of my mind, and watched a couple at the bar. Two young and attractive people who were at a company function. Their coworkers had all left and they were having drinks at the bar. Immediately one could tell that they were a little more than friendly. The body language was the key...turned in towards each other, legs almost touching, smirks, smiles, eye contact; it was all there.<br /><br />Standing within an earshot I could hear the woman describing how she met her husband. It quickly became apparent that the man she was sitting with was not the man she was describing to him. Noticing wedding rings on both of them, I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps they were just old friends getting cozy after a few beverages, no scandal. After walking by a time or two, hand holding, leg touching...it was all there. It made me think...<br /><br />Is it impossible to be monogamous? Of course it isn't. There are plenty of happy couples who have never and would never cheat on their spouses. However, sexual attraction is human nature. It is an undeniable fact of who we are. Controlling this is something that has been instilled in us since a very young age. Sex is bad, something you should only do with someone you love, yadda yadda...it's mostly BS.<br /><br />I'm a firm believer that there are many people out there that one could fall deeply in love with. I can't believe that there is ONE other person out there "for" you. Think of all of the people who have been married, engaged, in long term relationships who thought their significant other was the "one" but have ended that relationship to start a new one that worked out better, or maybe didn't start a new relationship and are still "looking". I'm no love expert or guru, nor have I been in love multiple times, but even in my lackluster love life I can think of a few different people who, at their time, could have been the "one".<br /><br />Having mentioned that, I'll bring it back to the point. Even if you are incredibly in love and in a happy, functioning relationship with someone, there is bound to be another person on this earth you are sexually attracted to. Not just "yeah he's kinda cute, i'd hit" - but that tension, that connection that just draws you to a person and you'd love nothing more than to have a physical relationship with them. What if you meet that person someday? Worse yet...what if you are forced to work with them on a regular basis?<br /><br />Seeing the people at the bar first made me angry. I thought of the broken hearts of their respective spouses, what if they saw what I had seen? They left seperately, so one could say it was innocent flirting, but to me... if I were that guys wife... I'd be upset. I'd be jealous, sad, confused, hurt, wondering what I could have done to keep him from wanting to be close to someone else. Since I am not that mans wife and have no invested interest (other than this really long blog entry) in his relationship, I can look at it from a different perspective. I didn't feel angry at them anymore. I just felt sorry. I felt sorry that they can't act on their feelings an impulses to satisfy their very clear desire to be with one another. I felt sorry for their spouses that they had that desire in the first place.<br /><br />I then started to feel scared. When/if I ever get married, who's to say I will never be in that position? Who's to say my husband will never be in that position? It's completely human. Would I expect to be excused should I ever cheat on someone? No. Would I excuse that behavior of my spouse? Probably not. It's something I shouldn't worry about currently, I'm sure... but it is something that is always in the back of my head, as I grow older, I realize how many people in relationships are not necessarily monogamous. Oh well, guess it'll go as #2397407938478 why I'm afraid of committed relationships.<br /><br /><br />This picture isn't technically funny...but I laughed out loud.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marriagecounseling4u.com/files/2072095/uploaded/infidelity.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 412px; height: 306px;" src="http://www.marriagecounseling4u.com/files/2072095/uploaded/infidelity.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-15880199621115013642008-12-15T15:53:00.000-08:002008-12-15T15:57:03.985-08:00I have this friend...Who is the best person ever.<br /><br />LOLwithPBoy: there is a cool picture of bill murray with a big moustache so I didn't shave today<br />LOLwithPBoy: true storyNicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-28677749760056064442008-12-14T18:25:00.000-08:002008-12-14T18:49:13.122-08:00Jesus Mary and Joseph, I'm Tired...What a week/weekend/month?<br /><br />Beach House, Ray Davies, Adults dancing, Falafel, Rain, Party, Wine, Andre, the best people ever... I've had a great week.<br /><br />Despite my car being frozen shut, and working too much and not making money, my weekend was good.<br /><br />The Deathwish Holiday party was a complete success. More pictures to surface soon. I am sore, tired, happy.<br /><br />Some stand-out photos courtesy of Chrissy.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192721_8461.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 453px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192721_8461.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The look I shot Asean right after he called me white trash.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192724_9104.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 466px; height: 349px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192724_9104.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Q and I making bememories.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192733_1043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 453px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1222/165/118/1274632563/n1274632563_192733_1043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Brian Barbaresco everyone.<br /><br /><br />....More ranting and photos soon<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-77485164713174354342008-12-06T11:22:00.001-08:002008-12-06T11:34:42.975-08:00These are a few of my favorite things...Saw Method Man and Redman last night. Got to stand on the stage all night downstairs at the Palladium thanks to Merrick. Made it that much better... Kind of the best show ever...<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yE9h9V11pw&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9yE9h9V11pw&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />John Legend Live. Go see it. Most flawless voice and performance ever. Here is a video of him performing on Oprah. 2 of my favorite things! I think wedding songs are kind of corny, but if I HAD to choose one for serious...it'd be his song "Stay With You". I tell ya... not easy seeing that performed live at a concert by yourself sitting next to some busted chicks in the far balcony. Tugs at certain strings I'd rather not have messed with.<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBZrVqd0ahQ&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MBZrVqd0ahQ&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Kimpossible told me to listen to this girl. I love it!<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8hWNyb0bNM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W8hWNyb0bNM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br />Remember when I long-dicked you and broke your ovaries!?<br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHbGaDHmNfc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IHbGaDHmNfc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Last but not least.... always and forever one of my favorite things<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ULZuCK_fgo&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ULZuCK_fgo&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />That is it for now.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-32713494361842211242008-12-01T20:15:00.000-08:002008-12-01T20:21:50.221-08:00For Sale<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTcp_JORBfyH30jmjsfktkRgxeKdJSwmSPv0qzV-LB0B4opb5zYfYYa2KWdGsEqC9YhA_pxISzsLO3IsJ1hBigJlWu3-M5u2kKANb8q5dLMOSK94HgNSLw67L6gqQ8xbYvpb1W4Ko2OU/s1600-h/for+sale.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPTcp_JORBfyH30jmjsfktkRgxeKdJSwmSPv0qzV-LB0B4opb5zYfYYa2KWdGsEqC9YhA_pxISzsLO3IsJ1hBigJlWu3-M5u2kKANb8q5dLMOSK94HgNSLw67L6gqQ8xbYvpb1W4Ko2OU/s200/for+sale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275041790749235394" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was on the sidewalk at a busy intersection where bums spare for change. It's a boogie board for the snow. For Sale Best Offer... I should have given him five bucks for it, too bad I hate talking to bums. I'm always afraid their smell will travel to my nose. I hate the smell of homeless people.<br /><br />In other news, I was reminded this weekend why I love having people stay at my house. Sometimes it's the greatest thing ever complete will late night talks and afternoon breakfasts. Good times with old friends and good times with new friends. I can still sleep 3 people in my bed comfortably...hallelujah.<br /><br />Listen to the latest Deathwish podcast. I sound like an idiot, per usual, but Marty is from Australia and he has a wonderful accent. Want to start your day off right? Talk to an Aussie for 45 minutes.<br /><br />Goodnight.<br /><a href="http://www.deathwishinc.com/media"><br />http://www.deathwishinc.com/media</a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-3200498629365962008-11-23T09:24:00.000-08:002008-11-23T09:26:42.828-08:00You pulled at the strings, and they were broken it seemedYou and I, we make a grand salute<br />stare at eachother like lost little birds across the room<br />and I remember the way you looked<br />I learned how to dance, but I'd never shown it to you<br /><br />my love,<br />I know I was wrong, but you know that you'll always be<br />my love<br />stay for a while while our leaves are still green<br />please, for me<br /><br />I know I tried, but it's hard sometimes<br />the roots don't take, it takes a while<br />and you pull at the strings<br />but they're broken, it seems<br />the dance isn't over for me, no<br /><br />my love,<br />I know I was wrong, but you know that you'll always be<br />my love<br />stay for a while while our leaves are still green<br />please, for me<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.myspace.com/basiamyspace">http://www.myspace.com/basiamyspace</a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-55832271894178939562008-11-22T10:15:00.000-08:002008-11-22T10:51:51.830-08:00Who knew I liked having fun...Last night. Great time. Went to the LUPEC USO event to benefit the woman's wing of the Shelter for Homeless Veterans. Great cocktails, nice treats and good music. Cara and I had a blast. Definitely got a little tipsy. Thanks to Tremont 647 for saving us from sure hypothermia and for the additional drinks and snacks. Fontina stuffed tater tots...yes please! Last night I did something I never thought I'd do. I ate an oyster. Now I understand these little creatures are somewhat of a big deal, but I have absolutely NO interest in ever eating one again. Chrissy will be with me on this one...salty snots in a half shell. ew<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpq-YgpuK_-pX_wbEeOScuwFZ2Oo6OKKOXP98LiozKoylxL_xVR6CGfGbRFa8X1elbwOd01C0YmKQRZHm_QQzuwHm9U8aHnp9lOPQ_AxcWprKT9ReRRIwSc4yss4b00rEyXrSFVDYyZE/s1600-h/PB210262.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkpq-YgpuK_-pX_wbEeOScuwFZ2Oo6OKKOXP98LiozKoylxL_xVR6CGfGbRFa8X1elbwOd01C0YmKQRZHm_QQzuwHm9U8aHnp9lOPQ_AxcWprKT9ReRRIwSc4yss4b00rEyXrSFVDYyZE/s320/PB210262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271553722321175106" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Testing out the camera, waiting for a cab, resembling those creepy twins in The Shining<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nQhcX1Osm36wL_q0ZEHQGB9hyphenhyphentVMQZoqax7kMPcJmA1gS2G_85ZoUVd3NgUouvOlA4SvdDBg4JWn_8HPCDggiegKuIm3kd3rwpGCbVe1oKrnscziD9S6yswg0X1I6Ukuukel1ptlwWM/s1600-h/PB210264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0nQhcX1Osm36wL_q0ZEHQGB9hyphenhyphentVMQZoqax7kMPcJmA1gS2G_85ZoUVd3NgUouvOlA4SvdDBg4JWn_8HPCDggiegKuIm3kd3rwpGCbVe1oKrnscziD9S6yswg0X1I6Ukuukel1ptlwWM/s320/PB210264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271553719125492946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Vwalla!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The Hall<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeRDDHLbr4TN5ss1SLrpwrRwetlsib7NjWaUI-w7y3K0bI5gikBZih8Vp0UlykscPOPO6WM6sxNdastbPTTieBTVHp9lX7Qn-VnPqWDnDRwG-Qik_x91kBIbh82LqDQWy12HYiBuRiTE/s1600-h/PB210277.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeRDDHLbr4TN5ss1SLrpwrRwetlsib7NjWaUI-w7y3K0bI5gikBZih8Vp0UlykscPOPO6WM6sxNdastbPTTieBTVHp9lX7Qn-VnPqWDnDRwG-Qik_x91kBIbh82LqDQWy12HYiBuRiTE/s200/PB210277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549208409737346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfbseAlg-WFq2dZxNORW7uLkw2yVRKwSMr_5uJT-Z2_QbEJ852kDFWqXg-bbJE0Par8xm4HRwFT0m54WEOiSpfGAAbWH_t58gHoFmyVRcRfl5CETik8cf4XeImc7iUxqJgD-Efvk_rhY/s1600-h/PB210271.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwfbseAlg-WFq2dZxNORW7uLkw2yVRKwSMr_5uJT-Z2_QbEJ852kDFWqXg-bbJE0Par8xm4HRwFT0m54WEOiSpfGAAbWH_t58gHoFmyVRcRfl5CETik8cf4XeImc7iUxqJgD-Efvk_rhY/s200/PB210271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549202624726850" border="0" /></a><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaa9n7fZM87PWR6-UJXVxdRt5okGPYsVUtT8_UCBP4UP3Bb1QyMgZEd_DApoC4Wyo204wTLvg_5tKHi_y2S56mykbd-78GeZdgCdULy_Q2Fi_yn0yyyZlrfqWA4qJaz8M9fCTf9I8-oec/s1600-h/PB210274.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaa9n7fZM87PWR6-UJXVxdRt5okGPYsVUtT8_UCBP4UP3Bb1QyMgZEd_DApoC4Wyo204wTLvg_5tKHi_y2S56mykbd-78GeZdgCdULy_Q2Fi_yn0yyyZlrfqWA4qJaz8M9fCTf9I8-oec/s200/PB210274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549206851680146" border="0" /></a></div><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpyPuYgTHXoTysmAjHEQBKYVRnu6OtUIQTV5lgA4g4X4eJhqDZ8EOqa5Op5sDwq8-vpnpgEuGlOf2IJXMiUZK1LAWfLxNaPNMfUy4_4AkZn4tEK4AD3Wxk1BAFNI1V6MT3mIRFYY4JDY/s1600-h/PB210286.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhpyPuYgTHXoTysmAjHEQBKYVRnu6OtUIQTV5lgA4g4X4eJhqDZ8EOqa5Op5sDwq8-vpnpgEuGlOf2IJXMiUZK1LAWfLxNaPNMfUy4_4AkZn4tEK4AD3Wxk1BAFNI1V6MT3mIRFYY4JDY/s320/PB210286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271553699157384514" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Cara says peek-a-boo<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeUkXGo_bksJLJbhDc7DzFuWHzySOn_PQhnXvxVb1v6m1mExipXivhG7gy5jKknp7tLawW8I1bbvrijJgdpMqzFZvJZbEGC5q8icw45nIxCylIoZptydhiweOz-qGAT0xFNOsl25sWw0/s1600-h/PB210279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYeUkXGo_bksJLJbhDc7DzFuWHzySOn_PQhnXvxVb1v6m1mExipXivhG7gy5jKknp7tLawW8I1bbvrijJgdpMqzFZvJZbEGC5q8icw45nIxCylIoZptydhiweOz-qGAT0xFNOsl25sWw0/s320/PB210279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550783576965922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">You wish your hair was this shiny.<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jvK0gB5U-4fHT-SbVsb9VPd5CVlRTDOuEwQO2RhNiovnEDEWGAgGowVNzcUcFD28lRIBEM3NmAH5YcKcGxUtnDN9cPl6Lq_LtYHXryiyhigUwY8sNnbX-VqgDkhC-wNXuJFWFpPSqXQ/s1600-h/PB210282.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-jvK0gB5U-4fHT-SbVsb9VPd5CVlRTDOuEwQO2RhNiovnEDEWGAgGowVNzcUcFD28lRIBEM3NmAH5YcKcGxUtnDN9cPl6Lq_LtYHXryiyhigUwY8sNnbX-VqgDkhC-wNXuJFWFpPSqXQ/s320/PB210282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550766773761042" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEme4NgxJLFZMHdZsJfxhUqLWuCXdmJHgFs7Ql-WrXW4GY8MkOefvEjONIY2hKY8DybaXMbY_cslTkasGaWD3powI5Muab690L5qja1wDWJ2abuaic8J20yhxOR0xUB3SrZM27Q9k1gwk/s1600-h/PB210291.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEme4NgxJLFZMHdZsJfxhUqLWuCXdmJHgFs7Ql-WrXW4GY8MkOefvEjONIY2hKY8DybaXMbY_cslTkasGaWD3powI5Muab690L5qja1wDWJ2abuaic8J20yhxOR0xUB3SrZM27Q9k1gwk/s320/PB210291.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550759006622194" border="0" /></a>I need higher heels.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9nuUPPqoysZmDgbwZ1gzPqgTfsvJN6PJMtSqjN60ubPmNk7wKAk6xfH7dRDlzhbFcEigS4X4Fcw5fb1pSS5R59WgQzy6sQCKEbZTeeAl1c-K_sLcQlTOceGjcbfUgyZ9Ok5wYoHcPqg0/s1600-h/PB210278.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9nuUPPqoysZmDgbwZ1gzPqgTfsvJN6PJMtSqjN60ubPmNk7wKAk6xfH7dRDlzhbFcEigS4X4Fcw5fb1pSS5R59WgQzy6sQCKEbZTeeAl1c-K_sLcQlTOceGjcbfUgyZ9Ok5wYoHcPqg0/s320/PB210278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550754299172642" border="0" /></a><br />Thunder Thighs and Chicken Legs<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFK4aPS9z_V0JPVhf9G7brqmnCtp-x_CC6L0E8hbsMQzODEaoReNpTdW2Id82flmszhtra4r6Q1_XG5djsBbzyJdFyrr_2kJyojHGfOwxcxSsE5W8Z_r8CYc4UB2CnM0RfKfHL4IU1Rc/s1600-h/PB210302.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFK4aPS9z_V0JPVhf9G7brqmnCtp-x_CC6L0E8hbsMQzODEaoReNpTdW2Id82flmszhtra4r6Q1_XG5djsBbzyJdFyrr_2kJyojHGfOwxcxSsE5W8Z_r8CYc4UB2CnM0RfKfHL4IU1Rc/s320/PB210302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271550783790978418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh hello Cara's Fernet<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwti6O46eISmvI4ib9iXYepE20QGam2GIKDTMlS7CXs_645FfRQALzmu_w-9JtB3cwtRILU8IX8iWRA1P5yuhTV6X513AY982mi4XztOUQlwvVJ6_ORn3xZf2rNGie8EOdxKNxZ17JxhI/s1600-h/PB210299.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwti6O46eISmvI4ib9iXYepE20QGam2GIKDTMlS7CXs_645FfRQALzmu_w-9JtB3cwtRILU8IX8iWRA1P5yuhTV6X513AY982mi4XztOUQlwvVJ6_ORn3xZf2rNGie8EOdxKNxZ17JxhI/s320/PB210299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271553699979628306" border="0" /></a><br />Oh hello water.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYjqY_w2f6R4Ojzl8vlgzu5Q4R7fUMtbfGcbFpxLxd2acyO3oORuKi9oXMsZWur9I62eFUOFj9i2j8L4Vnac2Z2o9y4XtjdY14sMg2slorIl_QcM5x3jbJR5gJPpZ9pwTjrWLyjsC1v0/s1600-h/PB210296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYjqY_w2f6R4Ojzl8vlgzu5Q4R7fUMtbfGcbFpxLxd2acyO3oORuKi9oXMsZWur9I62eFUOFj9i2j8L4Vnac2Z2o9y4XtjdY14sMg2slorIl_QcM5x3jbJR5gJPpZ9pwTjrWLyjsC1v0/s320/PB210296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271553710969278994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Aaaaaaand Scene<br /></div>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-61813315324131610142008-11-21T08:28:00.000-08:002008-11-21T08:29:12.129-08:00Note To SelfFix your life.<br /><br />You look like shit.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-58946090349510495722008-11-19T07:03:00.000-08:002008-11-19T07:04:41.773-08:00Hey 28 Degrees....Fuck You.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-56173309633934985732008-11-16T19:33:00.000-08:002008-11-16T20:00:50.291-08:00I don't need no doctor to tear me apart....I just need you to mend my heartAnother Sunday night in my apartment listening to music on the internet and spending more time than I need to on the world wide web. While I fully understand I could be taking this time to socialize with friends I don't see often, I am more than content being alone in my apartment listening to music and passing the time. Tonight I went a step further and with inspiration and a little direction from my absent roommate, I baked vegan banana bread. In 20 minutes I will know whether or not I'm a failure or a genius. Let's hope for the latter, shall we?<br /><br />Here is an odd thing to think about. I feel like this blog, which is essentially an account of things that go on inside my head on a daily basis, was much more inspired when I was much more miserable. Now that my life in regards to my sanity and emotions have stabilized a bit, I feel like I don't really have much to write about. Sure, with more regular entries the silly daily occurrences I find myself having would be much more interesting I suppose. Maybe I'll try that...for the sake of my trio of regular readers - two confirmed, one that might just stumble upon this here rant from time to time.<br /><br />Re-focusing on the matter at hand in the previous paragraph, I wonder if some of the "great" writers of our time or times past are so great because they are miserable. Sure, Sylvia Plath is an obvious example and I do not claimed to be well versed on modern literature and the lives of those that write it - but it seems like perhaps some of my personal favorite books/authors are kind of fucked up. Bret Easton Ellis is one of my favorites - Only author whose entire catalog I've read. He is totally bonkers. One of my favorite (albeit incredibly corny) books I've read this year was "Eat Pray Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert. I loved this book and found it incredibly inspirational, as I read it when I was so down in the dumps, I wasn't quite sure what was going to get me out. For the first time in my life I slightly considered taking anti-depressants. Quite glad I didn't go down that route - - but I digress. The author wrote that book during a nervous breakdown. Does it take being at rock bottom to create genius? Obviously not - look at that Candace lady and the Sex In The City books/series. One can say that is genius...or just genius marketing. <br /><br />If I was teaching a college class on literature of this century I would totally assign something regarding the study of authors and their sanity or insanity during their careers, mostly because I'm too lazy to do the research myself and I'm very curious to see what is up with this. <br /><br />My only inspiration lately comes from song lyrics. The amount of amazing singers, songwriters, lyricists out there is astounding. At least once a week I am moved by a line of a song. I know now that I'm okay, because these things don't make me cry like they did before, but it's nice to still feel something. Instead of self pity now, it is admiration for the folks writing the music and their great ability to put emotion into words. Not something I aspire to do, but I am thankful that others have.<br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GV9QmCpcu2A&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GV9QmCpcu2A&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-81587002341409787262008-11-10T19:00:00.000-08:002008-11-10T20:31:47.918-08:00I wonder if our DVD player minds being a footrest...After a week with out internet, television or couches, I am slowly learning how to get comfortable in my newly empty home. The couches are gone. There is a coffee table and a small dining table where they once were. After a few minutes of sitting here typing, i will go ahead and retract my statement about being comfortable. This shit kind of sucks. Hopefully I can get my ass in gear and go find some furniture to fill this void...and yes, I mean that in every cliched way.<br /><br /><br />My stress level is nice and high. I'm being very productive and I'm overly motivated to save money, work harder, make more money and so on and so forth. I'll work 7 days a week..I don't care anymore. Socializing and relaxing are meaning less to me as the days go by. Unfortunately, neither job I work shows results of the intensity of ones desire to work a ton. If hardcore kids buy a bunch of records instead of none, that won't affect my salary. If more people would come and order expensive cocktails at my restaurant, that would be awesome. However, I can't force anyone to do this. Therefore I'm rendered motivated and ready to bust ass at the restaurant, but bored and underworked/underpaid. Might be time to move on to greener more lucrative pastures.<br /><br />Someday I will work 60 hour work weeks and see the fruits of my labor. Someday.<br /><br />I've wanted this blog to turn into less senseless babble from my brain and maybe exercise a more coherent and proper outlet for whatever writing skills I may possess. I've had an urge lately to write. Articles about music, interviews, opinion pieces...whatever. I have an issue with casual speaking within my writing. My issue is basically that it takes a little too much time to write a proper piece, and to be honest, these blog post come at my least focused and most emotionally desperate points. Sure, I don't feel like shit right now. Actually, I've been feeling happy lately. Perhaps that is why the entries have been scarce and slightly less dramatic. <br /><br />At this point I've taken my rambling to a whole new level. I wish I could find a focus or a theme, other than how unfocused and incoherent I am. Perhaps that will just be the theme forever. <br /><br />I've been home alone for a few days now. If anyone wants to come over and reassure me there aren't intruders in my house at all times, that would be awesome.<br /><br />This post has taken me over an hour to write.<br /><br />I thank and blame the following people for my awesome distractions: <br /><br />Kim for Basia Bulat<br />My endless entertainer: bathrub.<br />Bon Iver/youtube<br /><br /><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPzNl6NKAG0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hPzNl6NKAG0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-9544532733358351582008-10-27T21:22:00.000-07:002008-10-27T21:37:19.237-07:00Just because you're yelling, doesn't mean it's funnyDear people who think being loud and obnoxious is funny,<br /><br />It is not funny to yell. It's actually quite annoying. Recently I started watching some episodes of "It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia." While there is some great writing and acting, I found myself disappointed when watching the few early episodes I found on Hulu. Why does Charlie have to scream all the time? Do people really yell like this in real life? I should hope not. It reminds me of some Jack Black shit that is so played out and annoying. Chris Farley is possibly the only comedian that has made me laugh while throwing some type of yelling fit accompanied by outrageous physical comedy. I am not trying to jump on the "good ole days of SNL" bandwagon, but it is true. It suited his character and just worked for some reason. In conclusion, I will still watch future episodes of "It's Always Sunny...," but I will be annoyed every time one of the characters FREAKS out. Inside voices people, subtle humor, step your game up.<br /><br />"Stop eating people's old french fries pigeon. Have some self respect. Don't you know you can fly!"<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZZ45oTn4SU&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sZZ45oTn4SU&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1091207342797743488.post-85592924485257424372008-10-17T18:45:00.000-07:002008-10-17T19:07:01.979-07:00I've got nothing...I've been miraculously speechless lately. Perhaps not in life, but in blog...bloglyfe, if you will. A serious lack of inspiration could be to blame. Although I've been listening to some amazing music lately, I feel absolutely no need to review and write about it on this blog. You'd think someone in my position might want to share opinions on music, but since music is all that I think about and talk about all day (in a variety of ways, and a variety of bands) it seems like this should provide and outlet for me to NOT talk about music.<br /><br />I finally feel a little bit like my old self. My grip is back, my brain is moderately in control - the analytical/rational side is winning over the emotional side, so I feel like I'm on top. I'm always voting for rationality over emotion - it's so much easier. I am sure something/someone will come along soon enough and send me whirling back into the all too stereotypical female insanity that I made a part of my life in the past year. Let's hope, for everyone involved, that I've got it out of my system, and we don't go back to that horrible place.<br /><br />This upcoming week will prove to be a real shitshow. I'll be leaving for New York City on Sunday morning, meeting up with my bff once removed (from boston) John Liam Policastro - aka Pboy for an UCB improv show. VERY excited...fingers crossed - Tina Fey will show up and adopt me as her protege/best friend/personal assistant. I'll be residing in lovely brooklyn with twoms (pentucket regional middle school hayyyyyy) and hopefully meeting up with my lil sister from a different mister Jenny from the block (not Lo...oh no), and a whole slew of NYC folk. I got new business cards so I'll try and be productive and give them to all the right people and in turn, some of the wrong people. I'm incredibly focused on work lately and highly motivated, which generally stems from a workload that is somewhat unfathomable, but completely necessary. I'll take the boltbus on wednesday morning home to go straight to Dante, try and make some dollars, sleep, work, Dante (reprise, thursday style) and then go back to New York on Friday. Trap Them on Saturday with Akimbo and other special guests and if the stars align and things go my way, I'll see Jay Reatard on Saturday night. <br /><br />If you see me, bring me emergen-c, echinacea and anything that might relieve stress and prevent a cold, because all signs point to Monday October 27th as being the day I get my first bad cold of the season. Nothing like stress, nyc and some travel to ruin your immune system.<br /><br />Well at this point I'd like to take the time to refer to the beginning of this post where I state that I don't have much to say. Even I knew that was bullshit when I was writing it. Like I could be short of words...please. Anyone know how babbling on incessantly about any subject can make me some money, I'm all ears. <br /><br />It's 10pm on a Friday night and I want nothing more than to fall asleep, which, is what I'll go ahead and do.<br /><br />thank you and goodnight.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fortheloveofblush.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/sleep.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://fortheloveofblush.files.wordpress.com/2008/06/sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12504982406174220963noreply@blogger.com0