Good Thing,

I know you're fucking reading eljay.

2007-01-20T18:18:06Z

tuskktuskktuskk

...add me nowwwwwwww

ADD ME FUCKERS.

2007-01-19T20:51:09Z

New year.
New Relationship Status.
New hair (hopefully tonight).
NEW LIVEJOURNAL.

tuskk
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Try to ignore the lack of bra.

2007-01-19T20:47:15Z

When I first got Dr. Carnage this is how small he was:

NOW LOOK AT HIM!!!

He doubled his weight in the last four months; he looks like a rat!

I have an obese mouse.

Loss of apetite.

2007-01-17T17:10:20Z

I've dissected a plethora of various animals and organs.
But nothing compared to what I did today.
A fucking sheep's eye.

I figured I'd just sit back and help Ashley with the lab report, since Alyssa was going to dissect.
But Alyssa insisted that she needed someone to hold the eye in place (since we were low on those needles that stick into the tray).
So I volunteered and she made one fucking wrong incision in the eye, breaking open the aqueous humor and fluid starting squirting everywhere.
Including my hands & shirt sleeve.

Now, this isn't just your normal, unidentified, stinky fluid.
It's hot, black, crusty, thick, unidentified, stinky, eye fluid that probably is carrying some parasite and/or disease that is unknown to mankind.

There ain't nothin' like smelling like formaldehyde and sheep eye for the rest of the day.

blahh...

2007-01-16T19:38:28Z

I have this unpleasant feeling that things aren't really going to work out.
Sometimes, you just have to face the facts.
At least I know what I don't want.
Ehh....This kind of sucks.
Breakin' the poor boy's little heart.
Meow.

lotho!

2007-01-15T17:49:30Z

Dani-san and I and saw Primeval last night, It was a pretty kick-ass movie.
Then we went back to his house and hung out for a bit.
Bullshitted, smoked cigarettes, talked about his hobbit feet.
The usual.

...Why do all of the men in my life have hobbit feet?

ANYWAYS. I am going to see him today after I get off work.
Hopefully I start feeling better by then.

...DANI-SAN!!!!

To bigger and better things!

2007-01-14T23:10:09Z

I'm not going to try and defend myself because it's not even worth the effort.

Moving onward!

"You pee more than my grandpa."

2007-01-14T18:12:30Z

Dani-san: Chasers, chasers... Well, we have water...and hot sauce!
Me: Vodka and hot sauce!?! I'm in for a treat!
Dani-san: Mayo? Jelly? Your choice.
Me: *falls over*

Yeah, you had to be there.

I do what I want.

2007-01-13T22:12:17Z

Me: *walks in front door* Hey dad!
Dad: You look like shit. Can't yah just dress up foe once in yah life? To meet mah new girlfriend?
Me: What'sit? You dun like mah slippers? *Points toes in air*
Vinny: *walks in front door* AND YOU TELL'EM I NEED THAT FREAKIN' DRY WALL NOW-
Dad: Oh man. Look at dis guy, he looks like he jus fell offa roof! Does anyone eva freakin dress up to come to mah fuckin' house? Or do you guys dress like dis on a regular basis?
Vinny: Hey, whose talkin' bout me?
Me: I think you look pretty good.
Vinny: You too.
Dad: X . X

Ok. So, maybe I wear my pajamas like they are a second skin.
But If you had to wear something formal to work five days a week, I'm sure that your Saturdays and Sundays would be PJ-time.
nuff said.

REPENT YOU SLUT

2007-01-11T00:24:03Z

I was casually walking my way into work when I noticed a peculiar looking man getting out his car next to me.
He had to be over six feet tall, late fifties with the longest, grey, flowing beard and hair I've ever seen in my life. Black motorcycle jacket with matching boots.
So this fucking guy turns around, and he has this patch on his jacket that's the size of my head and it reads "JESUS IS YOUR SAVIOR", not only that, but he's also wearing a GIGANTIC silver, diamond encrusted cross that's dangling inches below his beard that looked like something out of a fucking rap video.

At this point, I'm a little confused because I've never seen someone as strange and eclectic as this dude.
So I pretended like it was just an average day in my life and continue towards the elevator when this guy and his mom step in the doorway.
Like I said, this guy was prolly in his late fifties, maybe even sixties and his mom was fucking ancient.
As a matter of a fact, she couldn't even walk by herself, he had to carry her.
Her eyes were yellow and rolling back into her head and I was almost anticipating the pungent smell of death to flow into the elevator with us.
Fortunately, that didn't happen, but as soon as the door closed this man turns around and starts yelling in my face a Psalm from the bible about how "everyone burns in hell unless they seek recourse in Jesus and do not give into temptation".
Mind you, he was doing all this while I was standing there impatiently and while he was fucking cradling his mother in one arm.
Here was where I started frantically searching around my neck to see if I was wearing my Mary necklace that would have lead me to believe that this guy's speech was sparked by the thought that I was a fellow Catholic.
But I wasn't.
It started to bother me that this guy decided to pick a setting as intimate as an elevator to force his religion onto me.
Not that I'm the antichrist...but what if I was?

I almost started to laugh when he started preaching but then I caught sight of his receding gums and quickly stopped.
Besides the occasional mini biblers, I've never understood religious "fanatics"; especially guys like this.
And for some reason, he stood out to me even more than the guys who stick their finger in your face on the side of Canal street in New York.

Anywho, finally the door opened and I shouted "AMEN!!!!" in his face and he shouted it back to me.
I wasn't really offended by the situation- just confused.
A lot of thoughts crossed my mind while I sat at my desk for the remainder of the day.
Like, is it true that all crazy, bible thumpers are in fact actually crazy?
And, what if that guy was Jesus?
And who does he think he is?
And how was I supposed to react to that?
Oh and I kind of started laughing because I kept thinking of the Opthamologist face when he sees these people walk in.

Oh well.
Weird day.

She's gone away, I don't know where?

2007-01-10T03:42:28Z

The first day back at J-high wasn't too bad.
My day is a shit load less of a hassle due to the Internship and my new Economics teacher seems like a swell guy.
However, I can't say I'm not going to miss Mr. Embick's smarmish (It's fucking perfect, OK?!?) face peering over my shoulder every morning-but...Life goes on.

I'm using my new laptop right now. Yeah that's right.

My dad put a "For Sale" sign in the window of the Solstice and I'm a little upset.
But I decided that it would be fucking retarded for me to financially tie myself to a car for the next six years. Le sigh.
So until my timing belt shits out, it's just me and the Leganza.

I don't know if it's because I've been traveling alone for the last few months but my taste in music has gone from the usual industrial mix to bands like Fleetwood Mac and Dire Straits.
I honestly can't remember the last time I pulled out a Nine Inch Nails Cd.
So, If you see me driving around, bopping up and down to the psychedelic sounds of Cream, pay no attention.

An Indian boy, who before he was Ten used to play war-games in the woods with his Indian friends.
He built a dream, that when he grew up he would be a fearless Warrior Indian Chief.
Many moons passed and the boy's dream grew stronger until the day he would sing his first war song and fight his first battle.
But something went wrong and a surprise attack killed him in his sleep that night.

Oh, Jimmy.

school

2007-01-08T01:18:26Z

To that wonderful higher power of mine,

I promise I'm going to try and make a conscience effort to miss no less than ten days of school this semester. I'm going to try to savor every last breath of air from my senior year, even though I actually want to blow the school to hell. I'm going to take the tests and come to class instead of using my charm and good looks to get by. I'm not going to use the incompetent and judgmental side of the JHS student body as my excuse to do poorly. I'm going to graduate and then I may silently turn around and flash my ass to the campus as a sign of good ridence. I only have one semester left.

Things I must do tomarrow
- Take math Final in portable 18
- Drop off Internship paper with Mrs. Pender
- Figure out what the fuck happened to my Grad ring
- Drop off Anatomy book

I'm undecided on how I feel about this winter break. It had it's highs and lows, but overall I can't get rid of that thought in the recesses of my mind that one day I'm going to be alone. Once college starts Jen's going to move to Orlando and I'm going to start having to take a more serious approach the way I do things. I'm going to be judged on every little mistake I make and sometimes I'm not even sure I can handle it. Just give me the strength to get through this year.

Old men suck dick.

2007-01-07T19:11:55Z

Me: *squats down to pee*
Sarah: Nicole, I don't mean to be lesbionic or anything, but you have a really cute body. TEEHEE!
Me: *falls over*

Man, You gotta love my girl. I just wish I had HALF the energy she has by the middle of the night.

I also wish I knew why my body resorted to vomiting at 3:30 am. Musta' been them damn blood worms.

The all inclusive protein salad.

2007-01-03T20:00:28Z

Thank you everyone, for misinterpreting the meaning of this post.

It's over Johnny.

2007-01-03T18:03:50Z

It's January 3rd. I think.

And That means that all the drinkin' & druggin', late-night fast food binges, sleeping in, not exercising and donkey shows must come to an end. I told myself it was back to the drawing board as soon as new years was over and I believe I've had my fair share of partying.

It kind of sucks but sometimes I forgot that this lifestyle puts a major strain on my body.
I need more energy through out the day.
I still have to take two finals on Tuesday.

Man, this sucks.

You get what you see, always.

2007-01-02T01:15:40Z

I'm not a big fan of The Real World, but did anyone else happen to see the episode when Colie unsuccessfully attempts to "date" Alex (because she likes him and "loves to make out with him") and she is fucking eating pizza with those ridiculous fucking glasses, making short, almost incoherent references about how her bed is so big and lonely and she'd love to have some one to sleep in it with her.

Oh yeah, she's also falling all over the place like a fucking drunken zombie, spitting pepperoni and cheese into Alex's drink. And in Alex's signature playboy fashion he fucks that Jenn girl with the big boobs instead because he feels she's "less emotionally attached" (a slut). Oh, and the alcohol factor always contributes to those wonderful nights. Then in Colie's signature dumb, little girl seeking-love-in-all-the-wrong-places-fashion she invites some snot rag college kid into the house to swap spit with and make everyone jealous. How? Idk. FYI they all make up in the end, and the dumb bitch stills tried to get with Alex.

No, no It wasn't even that episode that I care about. It's just that specific episode leads up to the one where she's rushed to the emergency room because she's contracted a bad case of mono. Guess who she got it from?

I don't really give a fuck that the bitch got mono, because shit happens. It does.
I think my main issue with this episode is that none of the fucking characters on the show have any chemistry with one another and it was so coincidentally ironic that Colie wouldn't shut up about how much "she loved to make out" and then she got the kissing disease...OH. AND that WHEN she got it she couldn't fucking BELIEVE that it happened.

*Note* Here's another thing. Who the fuck says that? "OMGZ I LIKE LOOOOVVVEEE TO MAKE OUT."
It's pretty fucking middle school to say things like that in the company of your demented fucking skull, let alone a national fucking television show. Hook up, kiss for a little while or get the fuck out. Making out with a fucking random stranger for hours a time doesn't make a fucking lick of sense. Especially if that was your only fucking intention with the guy and you expect him to keep his dick tucked tightly between his legs for the next six weeks.

Eh, Whatever. I think I get frustrated with Colie because her thoughts make me reflect upon the way I've felt in previous years, and her actions remind me HEAVILY of some one who used to be very close to me. Almost identical.

P.S. this post is completely New Year's related. It's helping me peel my disgusting, trashy 2006 skin of my body. It was a shit year, filled with shit decisions and my new years resolution is to be a better person, with better morals and a better head.

No more of that wishy washy boo hoo hiss hiss BS.

And I'm not surrounding myself with people who make me uncomfortable.

Anyways, Adam your party was fucking awesome. I love you.

nikkibot @ 2006-12-31T13:17:00

2006-12-31T18:17:44Z

MAH CAR EZ SO SWEEEETTTTT!!!

Just don't touch.

2006-12-30T01:03:01Z

Wednesday: I step out my room to the most rotten, rancid ass smelling thing I've ever had the misfortune of introducing my senses to in my life. I walk into the kitchen:
Me: So, did you give up on the chicken and decide to cook human ass?
(You think this is funny. It's not.)
Her: I thought you liked meatloaf?
Me: Not when it's made out of fucking human flesh.
To this day I still have no idea why the fuck it smelled so bad, I just know I'll never fucking be able to eat meatloaf again.

Thursday: I wake up to a clash of shattering glass in the "comfort" of my own room.
Me: What are you doing?
Her: GOD. Why do you always leave glasses on the floor?
Me: I didn't! You fucking dropped that yourself and blamed it on me, I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING.

Not only did she lie about the glass, but she didn't clean up shit.
She bent down, picked up the largest, most visible and non-dangerous piece of glass and left the rest of the shards for my innocent feet.
Hopefully you can draw the conclusion that I had to drag myself into the bathroom to pick bloody shards of glass out of my feet.
AND vacuum when I was done.

Friday:
Me: Hey, Don't you touch the computer. I'm downloading Itunes, and we have AOL so you know it's gonna take three fucking years. I'm already four hours into it.
Her: Uh-huh.
Me: I'm serious. Don't even go near it.
Her: Yup.
*Not even five fucking minutes later*
Her: I wanted to look at the Menu from Chillis and I accidentally closed out your Tunes thingee. Oopsie.

I feel defeated. She didn't apologize for anything.
I think my mom's finally reached that point in her life where she wants me to enter the launching stage (for good) and she's doing everything humanly possibly to drive me ~~insane~~ out of the house.

Whatever the fuck she's doing, she's doing a damn good job.

Blood money?

2006-12-29T21:03:14Z

I know I've done nothing but bitch about it...
And prate on on about how it causes fights.
But somehow it's ended up in my possession.
And I'm definitely not complaining.

Dear Adela,

I'm going to have so much fun with your car! Hey, who knows, I might accidentally fuck in it!

But before any of that goes on, Would anyone like to take a ride?

P.S. My Ipod came today!

My babies!

2006-12-28T17:54:45Z

I forgot to mention that David bought me two little crystal mice from Swarovski.
They are the most thoughtful gift anyone has ever given me.
They are fucking perfect.
^.^;;

nikkibot @ 2006-12-26T18:16:00

2006-12-26T23:19:16Z

Oh.
Ok.
I got the story for real this time.
She was paying for the car.
But then she didn't have enough money so she lost 15,000 in the end.
And my dad had to pay 5,000 for the loan.

Would anyone like a new Pontiac Solstice?

Dead stars still burn

2006-12-25T23:30:27Z

Everything turned out great.
I just wish I didn't have to work tomarrow, or the next day, or the next day.
I needed this vacation.

I'll post picture of what I got, later.

nikkibot @ 2006-12-24T22:51:00

2006-12-25T03:54:30Z

Holey makeral I'm bored.
It's fucking Christmas eve and I'm sitting here on my ass.

It's begining to look a lot like Christmas...

2006-12-25T03:24:24Z

Allow me to give you a little synopsis of my Holiday weekend:

My mom's house:

My dad's house:

*note* I did not put the Heiny there for effect.

The fucking Christmas tree fell over and all the water in the tray drained into a ground electrical outlet, which shorted it and since the main breaker was on at the time, it started an electrical fire at the end of my house. I was in the shower while this happened so my mom broke in on me and told me to gather my things and get out side. I calmly walked through the smoke filled house, laughing, picked up Dr. Carnage and smoked a cigarette until the fire department showed up.

The death/injury rate climbs 30% during holidays.

I know why.

And Christmas at my dads is basically a lonely lobster dinner followed by a concoction of drinks that knock my dad into a numb state. He flipped out at me today for not wiping my hands on a towel after I washed them and then pretended to be asleep when I asked him what his favorite Christmas song was.

I swear to God if Adela ever comes back I'm going to make her life a living hell.
She really fucked my dad over on fucking Christmas and I'm so tired of hearing about her.
This rant goes out to all of you who have a dad whose in love with a fucking cunt-whore gold digger.

Other than that, I'd say things are pretty good.

I hope you all get what you wished for on Christmas.

I'm done shopping.

2006-12-23T22:33:08Z

There was an electrical fire at my house this morning.
Pictures later

Dad- 1hour 1/2 swedish massage, The Who- Live at Lyons (CD/DVD)
Mom- $75 gift certificate to Crate & Barrel (for her new flatware), The Who- Best of The Who and a "Just Chihuahuas" Calender
David- I'm going to get him the Wii

I'm upset because I did some last minute shopping for the Wii and obviously I have a snowballs chance in hell of finding it. I really hate showing up empty handed.

David I promise as soon as we can locate one, it's yours, even if it's a little late.