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[May. 12th, 2008|12:05 am] |
My hand is doing really well. It only hurts when I forget about the brace and try to close my car trunk with that hand. Whoops.
In other news, I miss Massachusetts so freakin' much. I almost never get to talk to the boys anymore. Dan has a girlfriend now. I found this out through facebook; he didn't tell me about it. I don't know. I'm feeling really left out. They're off doing all these fun things and I'm...here. It's depressing.
I also informed my parents I'm moving out. What I didn't tell them was that I plan on moving away. Like to Massachusetts. I'm going to try. This is all dependent on them letting me keep the car. I don't know. I can't be away from them any more. I can't be away from that whole atmosphere any more. I miss everything there and I know I'll miss some things here... but I need to get away. I need to be back there again. |
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[May. 3rd, 2008|11:33 am] |
Holy shit.
I'm out of oranges.
Also, I'm out of money. Someone donate, plz.
On a similar note, Dress Barn offered me my job back. Might take on a couple extra days. Will make final decisions once I'm all healed and of use to them. |
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| More cooking. |
[May. 2nd, 2008|02:44 pm] |
I made little chicken pot pies!!! They're about the size of muffins... seeing as I made them in a muffin pan... and they're just right for lunching on!
( More of the same. )
After I learn how to cook, I'm going to have to learn how to do so more efficiently. It takes me forever and I go through about a million dishes. |
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| Hand? N. Movies? Y, |
[May. 2nd, 2008|09:19 am] |
I need surgery on my wrist. I go in for my pre-testing this morning and get cut open on Tuesday. That's the 6th. With a two week recovery period that puts me..oh, right in the middle of finals. On the plus side, that means two weeks of not having to do dishes at work. I think what's really freaking me out is I'm going to be awake for it. haha... Dare me to try and watch?
On a happier and much more pyro-technicated note... IRON MAN. Last night. Best hero movie of all time.
( Cut for spoilers. ) |
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| This is why I don't cook. |
[Apr. 29th, 2008|10:02 am] |
Today's lunch was pretty unsuccessful. I tried making myself little snacky banana and peanut butter bits, but they wound up being thrown out so I stuffed the area with leftover pasta from last night. The egg came out kinda pretty, though.
( Fail yerr )
Today I go for my EMG. For those of you playing the home game, imagine one part of your body. Any part. Now imagine it being electrocuted. In spurts. For an hour. Yeah. Now imagine little needles probing under the skin of said body part. Now imagine being told to wiggle and flex the muscle in that body part with the needles still in.
Long story short: It sucks. God help Jonathon if he gets in my way at work tonight. Thankfully, Manager Mike is closing tonight so he said he'd help me with anything I need. I love my coworkers [except Jonathon]. They're so awesome. |
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| More cooking? No! More pretty lunchboxes? Yes! |
[Apr. 27th, 2008|12:21 pm] |
New lunch! I think I'm so into bento lunch box making because it's the only creative outlet I have at the moment. Cooking and arranging is much less work for my wrist than, say, knitting and playing my viola. Although I am dying to play my viola. My emg is on Tuesday and my consultation with the doctor is May 1st. They're probably going to tell me I need surgery. Bleh.
Moving right along...
This time it's shrimp and avocado rolls. The rice didn't come out as sticky as I wanted, so they look pretty sloppy, but delicious! The soaking in lime juice worked to keep the avocados looking pretty and green and gave them a little extra kick without being too OMGLIME, so I did it again today.
Next I'm either going to try a pasta dish with turkey meatballs or some sort of omelet that I can bake in the little cup I baked the shepherd's pie in. (Which was good, except the potatoes were really bland. And it needed more veggies on the inside. I'll know for next time.) The cherry tomatoes with cheddar were too good to pass up again. I'll come up with something different for my lunch on Tuesday.
Wow. I might actually learn to cook something during this. Weird.
Story time now.
I sing at work a lot. And dance too, but only when whoever I'm working with will join me and that's really only when I'm working with Jes, but singing is kind-of my thing. Jes and I were closing last night, she was in the back doing dishes and I was out front packing the food away and singing my little heart out at a reasonably quiet volume. Anyway, this middle-aged Pakistani man and his barely-off-the-boat Russian wife who had tried to order a smoothie earlier and couldn't get the words out so we just made her whatever we guessed was what she wanted and just happened to be right... so this guy and his wife come up and the guy tells me I have a very nice voice and I should go somewhere and sing for money. I thanked him and said I used to sing, but I don't anymore except at work, so he was welcome to pay me more to sing there. He laughed and asked me more music questions and I got on the subject of me being an English major, studying toward being a teacher.
Long story short, I now am an English tutor. He just emailed me, so I have to send him my schedule, and then he's going to pay me to come in an hour before my shift two to four times in the next two weeks to practice with him.
It's not a music student, but I'll certainly take it. Wewt. |
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| BENTO! |
[Apr. 26th, 2008|01:37 pm] |
I hate to cook and I hate assembling my own food, mostly because I suck at it, but I saw that LJ community for bento lunch boxes and it looked like fun, so I decided to try it.
I didn't come up with most of this stuff by myself. A lot of it came from lunchinabox.net (and mostly from someone who calls her son "Bug". Coincidence? Only ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) thebatsmeow knows!).
But I have to say, I'm really proud of myself because the final product is pretty awesome.
( Nikki cooked something!! ) |
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| omgschool |
[Apr. 23rd, 2008|07:44 pm] |
So. Remember that speech I was talking about?
Well, it was today.
I went first... and I pretty much blew it out of the water. I had no idea I did that well. Truth be told, I had no idea what I was saying. I hate public speaking. Some teacher-wannabe, huh? But, when I finished, the professor just said "Wow" and the room applauded me and when it died down my professor addressed the class with, "Well, this is the first time I've given an A+ since 1991."
I was shocked. Seriously. She taped all of us and until I went and watched the tape, I had no idea what I did to warrant such a reaction. But there it is...written in on the bottom of my little outline, 90% of which I couldn't cover because I got so pressed for time and I basically just started throwing facts out there that happened to form a coherent - and as everyone told me - engaging explanation of my research. I can't remember a thing. It's like I wasn't there for those ten minutes. But I did it. Fucking weird shit, man.
So after class when I went up to give her my stuff, which she's saving to show future classes along with my tape, she begged me to join the competitive debate team for the fall. I didn't really answer yes or no, mostly because every time I gave her a reason why I shouldn't, she shot it down and told me I should do it anyway.
"Students like you don't come through here very often. Do you understand? Do you understand how important is is that you don't let it go to waste?"
Her face when she said that to me hasn't really left my head. |
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| Fuck. |
[Apr. 13th, 2008|06:35 am] |
All I've been doing is studying up for my Communications speech on John Hunter and going to work. Literally. Nothing else.
And still, my carpal tunnel is flaring up something serious. I can barely write school notes anymore because it's so painful. It's not like I'm on my computer all the time or I'm playing my viola more than usual, but now I can't do most things without my hands turning numb or my wrist just hurting in general. I've lost all range of motion in my right hand, the joint is popping all the time... I even lose feeling in it when I've got my hands on the steering wheel, so driving is becoming difficult. I don't know what the fuck is up, but I want to cry about it. So instead, here is a pretty meme I stole from zia_narratora
( Follow the bouncing ball ) |
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[Apr. 6th, 2008|09:46 am] |
Did some cleaning up in the f-list area. If you want to be added back or you want to be taken off, let me know.
In the meantime, meme stolen from quizzicalsphinx
1. My username is ______ because ______.
Twowishesleft because I saw it on the license plate of a really nice car. Actually, it looked more like 2WshsLft or something. But, that's where I got it from. I was intrigued by it. If I had three wishes, would my first one be a car? Would I hoard them or blow them all in one sitting? It's a very uplifting thing to think about and it kinda makes me smile when I'm reminded of where I got this from. That's why.
2. My name is _____ because ______.
Nikki. Because it's my name. It used to be Nikki Tara, but it isn't anymore for fear of giving too much away. I served a girl coffee yesterday named Tara and I said, "Oh! That's my middle name," and she replied, "No shit. My middle name is Nicole." And we had a little bonding moment. This is my attempt to make this response interesting.
3. My journal is titled ____ because ____.
"It's not a violin", because one of the most offensive things you can do to a violist is call him a violinist. Pretty self-explanatory.
4. My friends page is called ____ because ____.
It doesn't have a cool name solely because I haven't come up with one. If you have a good idea, by all means, tell me what I should write.
5. My default userpic is ____ because ____.
My default changes a lot. I'm actually getting tired of this one. It's from a webcomic called Questionable Content. The quote went something like, "There is no God, only Harrison Ford and his chiseled jawline," and readers thought that was so awesome that they demanded t-shirts. There was a blue one, an orange one, and...a pink one, I think. I got the orange one. Hence the color. For years my userpic was a black and white picture of a woman from the hips down wearing a garter belt [see current icon]. It was neutral, it was pretty, and it sure as shit got people's attention. I think I am going to go back to it eventually.
6. My LJ name (you know how you can change that sort of sub-name thing?) is:
I don't have one, again, because I never came up with one. I betcha Rachie would have a good subname for me. Someone give me an idea.
And then there's this one, stolen from Shira:
My Personality
| | Neuroticism | | Extraversion | | Openness to Experience | | Agreeableness | | Conscientiousness | |
| You do not feel nervous in social situations, and have a good impression of what others think of you, however you feel strong cravings and urges that you have difficulty resisting. You tend to prefer short-term pleasures and rewards over long-term consequences. You are not prone to spells of energetic high spirits. You are a moderately imaginative person who enjoys a good balance between the real world and fantasy. You find helping other people genuinely rewarding and are generally willing to assist those who are in need. You find that doing things for others is a form of self-fulfillment rather than self-sacrifice, however you believe that a certain amount of deception in social relationships is necessary. You are guarded in new relationships and less willing to openly reveal the whole truth about yourself. You are a reasonably organized person and like to have a certain amount of routine in your life.
| | Take a Personality Test now or view the full Personality Report. |
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[Apr. 2nd, 2008|08:38 pm] |
Flashback: Photo entry.
Lately I've been reflecting on my life and trying to figure out what the fuck I'm doing with it exactly. This prompted a delve into the photobucket vaults. Warning. This is a long post.
( Remember these? )
And then I went off to college, and you all know what happened after that. And now here I am.
While I was a total camwhore, I'm kindof glad I took all those pictures. I took every one of those pictures for a reason and during very specific times, so they're like mini time capsules. I like having that ability, to time warp by looking at old files. I think that's the only reason my art conspiracy is still up.
Ok. Reflection time is over. time to do some work. Or something. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2008|11:44 pm] |
On second thought, just skip over my last post and listen to this very informative news broadcast.
Hillary's fucking Obama. |
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[Apr. 1st, 2008|09:59 pm] |
Fuck you, anonymous person from postsecret. From now on, I am going to check every book before I buy it.
And now for something completely different.
Somehow, my four remaining balls of yarn for Mac's sweater have gone missing. I wound up having to order more as I have no idea where they could be. When I approached my mother about it last night, she started freaking out saying that I was accusing my parents of messing with my stuff, which prompted a "discussion" - which is to say that I sat on the couch and took it while my parents screamed about how I make everyone miserable and they don't want me here, they want me to move out after this school year, etc.
My mom was the greatest.
"You come and go as you please! You have no respect for us!"
"Uh. I never go out. If I take the car anywhere other than class, nine times out of ten it's to go to work."
"What kind of fantasy world do you live in?"
"... When was the last time I went out? It was for the opera. And when was the time before that? The last real outing I had was Valentines day. That was a month ago."
"Don't blame us just because you have no life!"
"I wasn't blaming you. You were accusing me of being out all hours when in reality, I don't go anywhere anymore."
"And do you know why you don't go anywhere anymore? Because you flunked out of school"
And that's about the time I stopped talking and just let them have at me. My mom gets royally pissed when I don't yell back, so this went on for quite some time. Then my dad told my mom to leave me alone and she came over and gave me a hug because she got the last word in and that makes her feel all warm and fuzzy inside and then they both went away.
When I'd been alone downstairs for a while, presumably to let everyone calm down, my dad came back downstairs to talk to me alone.
"There is no excuse for what I did to you. Tell me what I can do to make it right."
What the fuck do I say to that? I told him I didn't know.
"We used to be so close. I miss that. Then Mac came along..."
"You really think it's because of Mac?"
"Tell me why, then."
"Because I moved out. I was nice to you before college because I had to be. Because if I had to choose between you and mom, you're the lesser of two evils. I was nice to you because I was hiding what happened from everyone. Then I moved out and I didn't have to anymore. I don't think you're a bad parent. I don't think differently of you. I just live differently."
So the truth came out. My dad hates Mac because he thinks Mac made the skeletons magically appear.
It's time for me to have a new place to live. I know they want me out and I know I want to be out, so why aren't I? I almost packed my car full of clothes to park my ass somewhere and start anew last night. Why didn't I? I don't know. Probably because I know I couldn't support myself. That disgusts me. I depend on the people I hate most. And I hate them more because of that. |
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[Mar. 24th, 2008|09:20 am] |
Annoying cameraman. Amazing singer.
I missed the Tibetan monks who came to UMass last year to perform, and now I'm disappointed. This sounds so freakin' cool. Yay overtones. I bet listening to someone learn how to do that sucks balls. I'm so going to try anyway. |
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| This entry brought to you by the letter poncho. |
[Mar. 16th, 2008|12:44 am] |
So here's my latest project that I just finished tonight... to break up the monotony of grey-sweater-ness. I almost don't want to post this because it's for Stephanie and she bought [most of] the wool and supplies for it... but he's just so cuuuuute. I want to keep him. He's the kind of stuffed animal that just makes you smile whenever you look at him.
Without further ado, ( Bartholomew ) |
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| Answer to macdawgversion2's question. |
[Mar. 15th, 2008|04:01 pm] |
His suggestion was to write about what turns me on. That's a pretty easy one.
Nothing is a bigger turn on than a quick wit. To quote the fabulous V from Violent Acres, "If a guy made me laugh until my sides hurt, the panties were coming down."
I know most girls will say that kind of thing. They'll insist personality is the most important factor in their mate-selection, but they go out and date the handsome brainless douchebag instead. Now, I could never say that I don't find handsome brainless douchebags attractive - they are handsome after all - but I could never ever ever date a tool like that, nor could I sleep with one. A penis without a brain is useless to me, and one without a sense of humor is even moreso. There are plenty of crazy intelligent and handsome men out there, but if they can't make me laugh... I'm just not interested.
That was more about my turn-offs, but you get the general idea.
( If you want the more R-rated version... ) |
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| Response to daybreaksbell |
[Mar. 12th, 2008|01:00 am] |
Obama or Hilary?
I feel like Hilary has been riding Obama's coat tails through every stupid debate that has happened up until about a month ago. Then all hell broke loose and they started bickering like school children.
Whenever Hilary was up first to answer a question, she skated around it. She talked and talked and talked and talked until she was absolutely sure no one was listening to her anymore and then she handed it over to Obama, who on the other hand actually sounds like he has his shit together. If Obama answered first, Hilary's response was almost always, "Well, as Barak said..." which pissed me off royally.
I feel like her presence in the race is seriously hurting the democratic party as a whole. If it was a McCain/Obama race, there would be no contest. As far as I'm concerned, she's a liberalist third party and she's just eating up democratic votes.
I think the real reason I prefer Obama to Hilary... is I don't like Hilary. I don't know why, I don't have the political knowledge to back up my opinion... I just don't like her.
You know what? It's probably that yellow power suit. I hate that stupid thing. |
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| This is actually a pretty cool one. Stolen from macdawgversion2 |
[Mar. 11th, 2008|03:30 pm] |
Challenge me out of my comfort zone by telling me something I don't blog about, but you'd like to hear about, and I'll write a post about it. Ask for anything: latest movie watched, last book read, political leanings, religion, drugs, etc. Be patient with my replies to appear.
Optionally, post this in your journal. |
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