× EKSLFDFDX__X

Slaving Over: Nothing.
Humming To: My stomach growling.
Transfixed By: Nothing.
Reading: Nothing.
Thinking: ... Hungryyyyyyy.
Mood: Blah.

I'm starting to get really annoyed at this layout, but I don't know how to make the other layout because I'm on this serious layout design block. Not to mention that I'm extremely hungry, and hunger impairs my train of thought... and mood. I've been so irritable today that it's ridiculous. I have to wait until my mom finishes cooking dinner, though, to satisfy my poor stomach.

^ All that above was written 16 minutes ago before I went downstairs to eat. Now that that is over, I can start over again. :]

Slaving Over: Nothing.
Humming To: Everything That Makes Me Sick; The Almost.
Transfixed By: <3
Reading: Nothing.
Thinking: I pretty much love life right now.
Mood: Nostalgic.

Haha. Much better. Anyways, Halloween was amazing. I didn't have a costume, so I spent half an hour trying on and tossing clothes all over my bed. In the end, I still didn't find anything. Then Tony (I was on the phone with him at the time) suggested that I dress up as him. Since I didn't have anything better to wear, I was like, "Sureee."

I changed my mind a while later, though, because my dad offered to let me wear his army uniform. What was so ironic about that was that when I walked over to his house at around 6:30, his mom opened the door and said, "Aw! You look so cute, and you match Anthony!" That, I had to raise my eyebrows at because Tony said nothing about wearing an army uniform. He said that he was dressing up as a hillbilly, but I was taken aback when he walked downstairs with a pillow underneath his shirt to form a rather lumpy gut and this horribly ugly mask covering up his face. Oh, and a military uniform.

His mom insisted on taking pictures of all of us (him, his sister, their friend, and me). Then she wanted one of just us two since we "matched". We were quite a group with a soldier, hillbilly, "Monopoly girl", and a nerdy gangster. But it was stupid how we didn't get as much candy since we weren't cute little munchkins. There was also this one kid that opened his door, stared at us, and slammed it in our faces. That made the boys agree to make Tony ring the doorbell and run while we watched a couple of houses away.

Trick-or-treating was great until we bumped into my ex and his new girlfriend. Don't get me wrong. I'm not jealous, but he's irritating. His costume was supposed to make him look like Raito/Light Yagami from Death Note. His girlfriend (the girl who asked Tony out before) was supposed to be some sort of princess, I guess. I don't know. It was sort of awkwardly silent until she hugged Tony, and then it became even more awkwardly silent. Ha. I didn't mind, though, because of what happened when he walked me home.

Him: Would you go out with a guy that looks like this? (is talking about costume)
Me: Hm. It depends on who's underneath it.
Him: If it was Tony?
Me: ... Yeah. :]

Then other stuff happened, and nowwww... We're going out. Unlike my last relationship, I think this one will last for a long time. For one thing, he was one of my best friends before all that happened. He's also sweeter and much more patient than the other guy.

There was also the football game that we had to go to yesterday because of Band, but I think that I'll post about that one later.

Nicole wrote on 11.3.07 at 7:44 p.m. --

× XXXXXXXX²

Slaving Over: Book Report.
Humming To: Say This Sooner; The Almost
Transfixed By: Nothing.
Reading: Nothing.
Thinking: Kimmi, loverly, answer your phone!
Mood: Giddy. =]

Deviating from the topic of guys, I'm doing pretty good in school. Straight A's, babyyy. I would've cried if it was any lower than that because my parents have been doing so much for me lately that I'd feel guilty if I got anything lower than they expected me to get. Oh, and I want those grades for me, too. We have our Fall Concert coming up on the 1st of next month, too, so I really need to practice my clarinet and cello. Clarinet, I'm pretty confident about. Cello, on the other hand, not quite.

I just started playing the cello this year, so I know I'm not supposed to be amazing... but still. Our Orchestra only has 20-something people, which isn't enough to make separate classes for each level of experience. Our class has both people that have been playing for a really long time and people that just started, so we have to work around that. Nervous? Me? Neverrr.

I keep on forgetting how scarcely I update this blog nowadays, but it's sort of therapeutic. Unlike a few years ago when I was 10 and only cared about having a lot of affies, being popular, and only posting entries that I thought people wouldn't mind, I post whatever I'm feeling and want to talk about now. People's opinions? I don't care anymore. Although, it's nice having people actually read and not mind whatever I write about, their opinions don't freak me out anymore. Ahh, the joys of maturing.

Looking back, I realize just how much I've changed. Just looking back to only a few months ago, I realize that I've changed a lot. I'm more outgoing, self-confident, and different physically, too. I have to say that they're rather nice changes because being social is so much more fun than being shy. It's taken moving to Washington and entering my sophmore year of school for me to open up, but I have. For one thing, I only had about four or five guys like/really notice me in the two years I lived in Oklahoma. In less than a year, I have literally a classroom-full of guys liking/noticing that I exist. To think that I once despised the fact that I had to move from Oklahoma.

Yesterday Night: I rode with my friend and his family to the football game, and it was fun. It was really cold, though, and since I'm not used to Washington's weather, I was stupid and was only wearing this light jacket over a tanktop. Tony, being the smart guy that he is, was wearing a couple of layers, so he lent me his jacket.

Now this is where the drama starts. One of his sister's best friends used to flirt with him a lot. I mean, they've been on a txting spree for a month and a half. We talked about that recently, though, and he said that he's tired of it but everytime he tries to stop, she doesn't let him. Even though I like him, I decided to be a good friend and be supportive since I thought that he liked her. But when she asked him out two weeks ago, he told her "no" because she's one of his sister's best friends, his sister doesn't like it, and he doesn't like dating older girls (the girl's a senior like his sister).

Now that I think about it, he also said that he likes dating girls his own age (me). It never hit me until yesterday night that he was trying to tell me something when he said that. I guess it was because I was so firm on my conviction that he liked her. Ha. Assuming does you no good. What's funny is that after he told her no, she starts hitting on my ex-boyfriend-- not that I care because he's stupid and immature anyways. What's also funny is that she's dating more than one guy. That was another reason why Tony didn't want to go out with her. Oh, and even though she's dating them, she still flirts with him. No wonder he called her a slut the other day, and he isn't one to call people names.

Anyways, yesterday night was fun, and after the game, they dropped me off. It wasn't a big deal since they're my neighbors. I showered, got on the computer, and then called him. While I was talking to him, his sister IMed me on MSN. ... ANDDDD... I'll finish this later. I have to go repair my "ghetto" glasses.

Nicole wrote on 10.27.07 at 11:25 a.m. --

× XXXXXXXX.

Slaving Over: Nothing. Laziness reigns for now.
Humming To: From Yesterday; 30 Seconds to Mars
Transfixed By: Nothing.
Reading: Nothing.
Thinking: I want to go to the freaking football gameee!
Mood: Paranoid.

As I was saying, guys are completely and utterly confusing. There's been sooo much going on that I'm about ready to strangle someone. Like, one of my close friends really, really likes me, but they're a senior and I have no feelings for him whatsoever-- which is weird because I usually like every guy that likes me... even if it's just a little. It pissed me off, though, when they freaked out during lunch one day because one of our Band/Orchestra classmates started hitting on me.

I didn't return that guy's feelings either, so it was stupid. My friend wouldn't even talk to me. How can I help how that guy acts like? Blahblahblah. Don't feel like talking about it. Let's just say that the guy asked me out; I said no; my friend got extremely upset. Apparently, my friend really likes me, and he's overprotective of me. I was fine with that, but then he started saying that if I didn't push the other guy away, he would. I mean, what the heck? He can't just dictate who and who I can't talk to like that.

Skipping ahead: I'm going to the football game tonight. Our school vs. our rival school! It's gonna be fun, and my friend Tony is taking me. :]

Nicole wrote on 10.26.07 at 5:22 p.m. --

× Headacheeeee. x__x

Slaving Over: Nothing. Laziness reigns for now.
Humming To: Walking Disaster; Sum 41
Transfixed By: Nothing.
Reading: Nothing.
Thinking: Brownies at Tonyyy's~ I should call him.
Mood: Bored. Completely and utterly bored.

Now that I'm in Japanese class, I realize that the hiragana on my layout is completely wrong. Instead of saying "random" like I typed it out as, it says "waaseesosu". Heheh. I don't feel like completely changing the layout again, anyways. If you look on the navigation, I have a photo album link now! Now you can see me in all my "lovely" glory. Yeah, righttt. Well, the latest picture is from two days ago, so it should be pretty recent. The last one on there is from late-ish August.

Time for an entry about a topic I don't think I've blogged about in a while. Boys. I still love anime and their hot guys (Sanzo!), but some guys at my school are starting to push them into the back of their mind. Not that I really mind (I wouldn't mind at all if it wasn't for a tiny twinge of OCD) because unlike Sanzo and everyone, I can interact with these days. I can talk to them, laugh with them, hug them, and other things. They aren't on my mind to the point that I'm slacking at school, though, so I'm pretty okay with that. [106.9% in Geometry! roflroflrofl:D]

I got my first boyfriend last month. You know how you daydream how your first boyfriend will be when you were younger? Well, he turned out to be like that for a few days, but after that, that whole image started to fade to the point that I began to question if he was even there in the first place. After a week-and-a-half, I couldn't take it anymore and broke it off. My first mistake was that I said yes in the first place. Before someone says "OMGGG.THAT'SSOMEAN.", I can justify that. We only knew each other for one day. Not one year, one month, or even one week. Stupid, right? Yeah.

Well, he was great the first (and only) weekend. What I noticed is that how different he would act around his "friends". The reason why I put quotations around "friends" is because when I was breaking up with him, he offered to give up his friends for me. I told him "no" because I didn't want him to. For one thing, one of the reasons why I broke up with him was that he was clingy. Extremely. I'm a person that values my space. I like constantly being around people, but it depends on who. He wasn't included in that little group. He just made me stick to my decision when he started begging and saying that when he joins a sports team, I'll be right there beside him. He'll help me with my homework. He'll be there. He'll be there. He'll be there. I tried explaining that to him, but he wouldn't listen to me.

Let's seee... What else? For some reason, whenever I was around him, I'd get a headache. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but it still happened. He was a freshman, and even though I tried to push the uncomfortable feeling of me being older into the back of my mind, I couldn't do it. Plus, younger guys are usually more immature. Exactly why the guys I really like are in my grade or older than me.

TO BE CONTINUED LATER.

Nicole wrote on 10.20.07 at 3:01 p.m. --