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celebration is a way to express the happiness in life that we deal with. anything from birthdays, marriages, life, anything. its our excuse to have a goodtime. but honestly, we shouldnt HAVE to have an excuse to have a goodtime. we should just do it on our own :]

Posted By Nicole On 09.20.2011 @ 7:08 am

The dawn has come and our victory has sprung. The zobies have seen their downfall and our lives are to be celebrated again but in out eyes the ones we lost will never fleet from our memories, their words and actions will remain forever in our hearts.

Posted By Nicole On 09.19.2011 @ 7:54 pm

im concerned about school and how its hard concern means that you are very irritated about something and its on your mind its crazy isn’t it! haha im concerned about what i want for dinner and what i want for my christmas presents hahah i love being concerned ;) haha

Posted By nicole On 09.18.2011 @ 3:24 pm

I’m concerned about a lot of things and i have no idea why. I’m concerned that everyone i have grown attached to will leave me. I have no basis for that. Honestly I have no reason to feel that way at all but i always feel like i’m constantly fighting for everyone. I’m concerned i won’t accomplish anything. i’m concerned that there’s no reason to

Posted By Nicole On 09.18.2011 @ 12:56 pm

Shootout? I think of guns. Guns and cowboys. Back to back. Count to three. Turn around. The bullet decides the winner.

Posted By Nicole On 09.17.2011 @ 11:43 am

I’m always held accountable. I wish I could have a second chance.

Posted By Nicole On 09.14.2011 @ 11:11 pm

i wish i had a really big bank account. i always say that i would buy a lot of shoes with it, but i would probably use it to just buy a whole lot of anything. i like numbers, and i love money, so maybe i should become an accountant? only i hate my economics class, like really. it makes me so incredibly stressed and scared and i don’t understand so much of it.

Posted By Nicole On 09.14.2011 @ 4:15 pm

Trade a spade and a great grenade said the little man. His coat checkered and swying in the wind. The cliff was approaching fast infront of us and we slipped. We fell and cheered. All was happy happy joy joy and we lived happily ever after in our oblivion of love and falling and balling and crawling and dolling up our already gorgeous faces; we are best friends now, falling buddies, we sing sometimes too.

Posted By Nicole On 09.12.2011 @ 9:14 pm

I would like to trade away a fish somedays and recieve something better. Like a sunny day or some clouds in the great blue sky, down would come my letter, a written letter warning me to find my grounding. It’s bounding now, towards my body that sways in the

Posted By Nicole On 09.12.2011 @ 9:11 pm

Everything was different. There were so many changes occurring, no one was the same anymore. But I guess that’s what happens in war. But the differences were so, well, different! They were so ditinguished from one another… I only wanted to help in this war; I never expected it all to change me so much. But, again, I guess that’s just a part if war. It’s all up to you, though, to decide what to make of the changes, right? So why was I in this situation still? I mean, what did I do wrong to end up here, as a prisoner of war. More changes I suppose. If I get home, my family will see these new distinguishments as just developments. No, not even that… They probably won’t even recognize me. And that’s not just from all of my inner self that’s changed; I’ve gotten so many battle scars from this ruthless endeavor that I can’t count them. Nothing is the same. But like said of old, change is nature. And isn’t that just the truth?

Posted By Nicole On 09.10.2011 @ 7:53 pm

Clipped, as in toe nails. Hair clippings on the floor, lie there long forgotten. motionless, unmoving, dead, severed, no more.

Posted By Nicole On 09.09.2011 @ 2:44 pm

bars. bars. twilight cars. racing by the way, humming now to say. it’s closing time.

Posted By Nicole On 09.09.2011 @ 10:17 am

Archaeological studies have proven the existence of ancient beings and gives us information on what things were like in the past. Only if people knew that you could very well do that within your own mind, in your soul that has millenia of information from the ancient days.

Posted By Nicole On 09.08.2011 @ 6:11 am

The ant went up the hill and there he sat, in his own solace, solitude, contemplating where the others had gone. That blade of grass had been awfully heavy all on his onesome. Ownsome. Oh so lonesome. Ants have big heads. Antennaes are cool…that is wrong, that looks like I definitely wrote that incorrectly. THis reminds me of that Short Story website. How do they break it to people when they’re retarded? They probably dont do they. it’s probably better that way.

Posted By Nicole On 09.06.2011 @ 12:08 am

She stared out, her gaze meeting the horizon, an orange and yellow melting pot of a sunset leaving her, taking away the warmth and comfort from under her. Her face, still wet from the ocean water, contorted in pain as streams of tears fell down her face, the salt from them mixing with the salt from the water. She was alone now, in the dark, in the cold. They’d finally taking everything away from her.

Posted By Nicole On 09.02.2011 @ 10:19 pm

Sponges are a;lkdajfd;laskfjda;lsdkjfas;ldfkjasd;lfkj ;lkjfk;;saldkjjfkdka;lka I like to use it in the bath but also to clean dishes in the fridge. One way to clean them is to put them in the microwave. They sometimes work better than paper towels. I like pink ones

Posted By Nicole On 09.02.2011 @ 5:43 am

avenue q. good play. trekkie monster was the shit. too bad the only person i could appreciate it with was rose and we no longer talk. but that’s her fuckup. i don’t think i’d see it again though. just wouldn’t be the same. i suppose we’ve both ironically ventured down different avenues ourselves. lame. sad how those shit works out. anyway, sometimes good memories are also bad memories. i hate the association of good things with bad memories. it ruins them. makes them putrid. if only i’d kept them sacred and unattached.

Posted By nicole On 08.31.2011 @ 1:04 pm

Chance. Should I give him another one? He’s burned enough bridges, there’s no doubt of that. Chance. What are the possibilities? What are the probable outcomes? Its math class all over again. Except I’m failing in love.

Posted By Nicole On 08.28.2011 @ 1:50 pm

I was sinking. Fast. And no one was going to save me. Because I’ve done so many horrible things to everyone I’ve loved. I was lying thinking that the drugs didn’t hurt me. But they did. And now I’m sinking.

Posted By Nicole On 08.23.2011 @ 3:26 am

I had this sinking feeling that I had done something wrong. I hated to think I had left him all alone but I also knew that I couldn’t stay. He was like a poison in my veins that I couldn’t escape.

Posted By Nicole On 08.23.2011 @ 1:08 am

sinking. abyss. drowning. under. deep. chaotic. Bliss. Bitter. Sweet. Below. Down. Under. Loneliness. Sadness. Water. Deep. Blue. Ocean. Water front. Abyss.AGHHH!! TIMe runnign out.okay.

Posted By Nicole On 08.22.2011 @ 10:57 pm

moving something from one place to another placing something or someone from its original place to where you want it “when i’m sad or angry i wish i could transport my emotions to a happy place”

Posted By Nicole On 08.20.2011 @ 7:38 pm

Go write one word when you want to. You dont like one worded texts and now one does anyways. They all suck because when you write a freakin’ paragraph and they reply with one word then you feel like crap. You’ll get mad and not reply back. Blah blah blah. I got moves like jagger.

Posted By Nicole On 08.20.2011 @ 2:13 pm

I hate deer so much. When I go out for the bus in the morning they are ALWAYS there. It’s so annoying. I’m actually pretty afraid of them. I hope they’re afraid of me as well. It may be terrible to say this, but I would not mind AT ALL if they just dissapeared from the face of the earth. In fact, it would bring me joy.

Posted By Nicole On 08.18.2011 @ 12:04 pm

Sometimes I’m afraid that I won’t succeed in life. I have a career all planned out, or at least, a general idea. I’m just afraid that somehow, I’ll take a wrong turn and then I’ll end up just living an average, boring, hard life.

Posted By Nicole On 08.17.2011 @ 3:21 pm

The feeling of success is amazing, especially when you haven’t succeeded in a while. You feel giddy with joy, and depending on the magnitude, you can live off it for a long time.

Posted By Nicole On 08.17.2011 @ 1:51 pm

Succeeding is all about drive. You have to try, and believe that you can do it. You also have to be open to new ideas. If something isn’t working, then you have to try something else instead of trying when it obviously is a lost cause. And most importantly, you can’t just give up. You have to keep going.

Posted By Nicole On 08.17.2011 @ 1:49 pm

It doesn’t take that much to succeed in life, if you do what you love and you love what you do. Whether you are the next president or a cashier at Mcdonalds, if you love your job, you will have succeeded in life. thats what life’s about: happiness.

Posted By Nicole On 08.17.2011 @ 12:55 pm

repeat can mean alot of things but right now my relationship fucking sucks and guess what its because he keeps repeating the same shit over and over again like dude come on if you really want this to work then you would fucking change stuff not repeat it and make thing worse. i can’t stand the word repeat it’s the meaning of a cycle and i hate cycles

Posted By nicole On 08.17.2011 @ 12:21 am

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Posted By nicole On 08.16.2011 @ 8:04 pm