tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61300452012-02-16T16:11:04.719-05:00Colored viewpoint of a graduate student with an attitude.Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.comBlogger2711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-9354732770961649422010-10-16T14:06:00.001-04:002010-10-16T14:07:20.926-04:00

Well I'm not sure if I'm coming back to the blogger world for awhile. I've been using livejournal like a fiend over the last couple of months...upgrading from the usual bitching that came on this blog to posting about one of my passions...food! If you'd like to move your little tushes over to my new "blog" feel free!nbaer.livejournal.com

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Okay...so I have this song stuck in my head HARDCORE! Just thought I'd share.Fall For YouBy: Secondhand SerenadeThe best thing about tonight's that we're not fightingCould it be that we have been this way beforeI know you don't think that I am tryingI know you're wearing thin down to the coreBut hold your breatheBecause tonight will be the nightThat I will fall for youOver againDon't make me

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Conversations through e-mail with an old work buddy from BDD, Chris. Lol. On Tue, Aug 5, 2008 at 11:48 AM, Linnenbach, Christopher wrote: How was your 1st day? Did you report any punks for rules violations? Catch any stoners smoking in their room? Join them? Did you wish Mike luck on his interview today? How's your new crib? Are your coworkers as cool as I am? (hint: NO!) Can you

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Alright, so I am almost moved in to my new apartment and boy am I TIRED! It's been a long couple of days packing, unpacking, and finding places for all my stuff. I ended up with the smallest staff apartment on campus...maybe 600 sq feet, 1 bdr, 1 bath, combination kitchen/dinning room/living room. I thought I'd be upset, but everything turned out okay. I like how bright and airy the place is!

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Week 7 Prompt - "Goodbyes"This week I did not go the creative route, but more of the thinking/reflection/journal route. My thoughts on leaving one job (BDD - Bureau of Disability Determination in Harrisburg, PA) for another (Graduate Assistant at Millersville University).In the brief time that I have been away from BDD, discovering and hopefully completing my dreams I have to realize how amazing

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"we do it forthe stars over the Bronxthat they may look on earthand not be ashamed." - Diane Di Prima "April Fools Poem for my Grandpa"

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Sir Winston quotes of the dayNever give in-never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the overwhelming might of the enemy.Personally I'm always ready to learn, although I do not always like to be taught.-Sir Winston Churchill

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Originally submitted at Brylane HomeIt's all here - a comforter, bedskirt, sheets and sham(s) - for one low price. Polyester/cotton; sheets are cotton/polyester. Machine wash/dry. Imported. Karissa: Big, bountiful summertime blossoms make your room burst into bloom.Total Bed Set™: includes polyfilled comforte... Karissa Total Bed Set™ - RaspberryIt's better than it

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Originally submitted at Brylane HomeTotally modern and totally affordable. Casually cool graduated printed stripes have the crisp, bold look of yarn dye. Front-tab window treatents add the finishing touch. Polyester/cotton. Machine wash; spot clean pillow. Imported.Total Bed Set™: includes a polyfilled comforter, bedski... Brick Striped Total Bed Set™ - ZoneUgh

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Week 6 Prompt - MeIf I hear one more “you are the wind beneath my wings” I’m going to vomit. Literally. All over the floor and hopefully on Miss Suzie’s shoes. She’s a curmudgeon of a woman. 4.’11″, 80, and nosey as hell. I’m hope it has chunks. My vomit. Slouching in my chair I eyeball the happy couple. My best friend and my ex-fiancée together for ever. And their wedding song.You Had Me From

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"In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me lay an invincible summer."-Albert Camus

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Well in the loveliness that is my life I received a wonderful gift of a citation for 108 dollars. I wanted to scream. But I can't do anything half way. The cop pulled me over on Rhorestown Road on the way to a "board game" day in Harrisburg. I had yet to leave Lancaster, and was running a little behind although not drastically. I could not figure out why the heck I was stopped. I was going

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Okay, so I'm sitting here watching a movie while I fold the last of my laundry (I often do this to prevent boredom in my task) when one of my favorite scenes of this movie occurs. I completely forgot about it as I have not seen this movie in several months when it was out in theaters. I just had to post it. This scene is from Elizabeth: The Golden Age. INT. DEE'S HOUSE - DUSK Dr Dee

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This week's post due Thursday is provided by Me! I have no idea where to go with it, but I figured I might as well start with something by simply posting the Prompt. As always, feel free to contribuate. I'll either post it on my blog (if you do not have one) or link your work back to your website/blog/etc! EnjoyWeek 6 Prompt If I hear one more “you are the wind beneath my wings” I’m going

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Week 5 Prompt provided by Mike Use a character (or characters) from a preexisting work of fiction.Mike's Response You’re A Good Man, Lando Calrissian You’re young, handsome and debonair. You have an innate fashion sense. I like you. I really do. You show so much promise. That’s why I called you into my office today. You’re throwing your life away, Lando Calrissian. You hang out with

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Week 4 Prompt provided by me!An amnesiac man wakes up naked standing in the middle of Times Square at rush hour. He doesn’t know how he got there, and his only clue is an iPod strapped to his arm in a runners band. It contains the audiobook of Dante’s Inferno, a jingle for Wrigley’s, every work done by Beethoven, and the sound of a door shutting on an infinite loop.Mike's responseMy goal with

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Week 3 Prompt Provided by Mike My attempts at reason and quiet diplomacy fell on deaf ears as they began to wrap themselves in toilet paper from head to foot and chant “We want women.” I retreated to the relative quiet of my room and read the writing of a monk who lived alone on a mountaintop for thirty-seven years in search of a deeper understanding of the world. His main conclusion, when he

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Past Prompts and Responses...Week 1 Prompt and responses.Prompt Peering through Venetian blinds I got my first look at the fuchsia demons. They perched innocently upon my Kentucky Blue in numbers approaching a hundred. Pink Flamencos. Evil in plastic form. In Florida there is a boy scout fund raising gimmick where they stick a lot of plastic flamencos into some persons yard. They helpfully

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I've missed writing in a blog so I return to the scene. Alas I have nothing new to report. Okay, that's a lie. Let's see...since my last blog1) my mother has remarried to a man named Mike2) they moved to Hellam, PA, near York with my two sisters and my dog (I am most sorry about the absence of my dog)3) I gained two step-sisters who will henceforth be called my sisters due to my utter hatred

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Well, I've pretty much decided to head back to Florida for grad school. Nothing set in stone yet, but I just can't get my mind of the idea of returning. I know it's not home anymore, but it's not like I'm too attached to Lancaster, anyway. I never fit into the lifestyle here. I'm too..."free-spirited." What school will I attend? Ah...I'm thinking UF...go gators. Yes, Penn State fans I like

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My current frustration, or better put, my ongoing frustration, is what I will do a year from now. That's when I graduate with a degree from Penn State. I feel no more prepared now than three years ago to go into the "real world" as it's often referred to. My greatest problem is not a lack of motivation as would be ascribed to me from an uninformed passerby. The problem is that I want to do

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My mother is a nursing student in her final semester of clinicals. Last weekend she did a round in the Psyche ward, where she encountered an interesting individual that was just begging to be described in this journal. (Names, places, etc. have been left out to be kind to the patient and hospital involved.)Patient was in her late 50s, early 60s. She was suffering from schizophrenic episodes.

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It came to my mind todady that even though I profess to be a liberal democrat, I also share similar values to that of moderates and conservatives. This is in no way insinuating that I am not a liberal, quite the contray, I have more liberal views than ever. I just thought it would be interesting to list what I support in each "category" of U.S. political thought.Liberal Viewsdiversifying energy

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Americans.We are a people who have a predetermined fate. We are expected to live by the mistakes of our forefathers, expanding Manfest Destiny to it's ultimate fate. We are a people who are lost in the grand scheme of things. We have no united history and our future is flayed apart by the fathers that throw us haphardzardly into the fire of war. We are a generation that is already paying a

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Your element is Fire: Strong, hot tempered,powerful, and passionate. Well now lets see,being fire you are quite strong and powerful beit mentally, physically or both. People look upto you greatly and often seek your protection.You have the ability to gain many friends andyou are always one people can count on to dowhat you say you will do. You are extremelyloyal, be it friends or family you'll

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A bit of drabble...Glass distorted by rain muted the colors of the store front displays. I crossed my eyes dispasionately rearranging the droplets into circus animals, or maybe a seasgull. I could see him cawing towards the pounding waves. A sigh rose unbidden from my chest as my eyes uncrossed. Is this all that there was? Would I be endlessly waiting for something to happen, something to

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The Keys to Your HeartYou are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about

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Destiny is what you are supposed to do in life. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to do it.- Henry Miller

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So I haven't updated in a while, so I thought I would leave part of the script from an episode of West Wing I watched tonight. It's from the 3rd season in the episode called...100,000 airplanes. I thought it was very amusing...especially at the end of this verbal sparring.JOSH What are you doing?DONNA I'm trying to figure out if you have to pay for the plane ticket to Phoenix.JOSH It was

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Went home for the weekend, and I'm already more relaxed. Even not being on my own terms for the weekend doesn't have me all tense like usual. I'm not flinching at every sound in my dorm. I'm not there to worry about it. I'm not checking my voice mails to make sure I'm not going to be yelled at. Don't have to worry about duty or meeting committments. I'm just here. Doing homework, taking my

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Favorite Scene from Boondock Saints.The CourtroomConner MacManus: Now you will receive us.Murphy MacManus: We do not ask for your poor or your hungry.Conner MacManus: We do not want your tired and sick.Murphy MacManus: It is your corrupt we claim.Conner MacManus: It is your evil that will be saught by us.Murphy MacManus: With every breath we shall hunt them down.Conner MacManus: Each day we will

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Old quotes from my buddy info."A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out." -Walter Winchell "Although prepared for martyrdom, I preferred that it be postponed." -Winston Churchill, Sir"In time of war the first casualty is truth." -Boake Carter"A man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives on." -John F. Kennedy "I wanted you to see what real courage

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Current Away Message:I miss the one who could make me smile through anything. I miss my best friend who was there through it all. I miss the playful nudges that brought me out of my funks. I miss the howling and woofing in excitment...just to go outside. I miss the friend who chased lizards. I miss the friend who attacked water sprinklers. I miss the the friend who had more courage than I could

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Shadow was put to sleep tonight.Cassidy: nichole?My away message: Class time...Cassidy: they put her to sleep...Cassidy: shes gone

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Birthdays, I think, are the most depressive days of the year. Not so much for what other people may say like, "I feel so alone." No, its not like that. I don't feel alone on my birthday, I feel unimportant. You wake up thinking that this is going to be the best day of your year, and yet it rarely happens that way. Most times the day passes by without many seeing that yes it is your birthday,

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Alright, Ms. Comment Stalker. Since you won't come forward and tell me who you are and what your problem is, I'm going to do it the hard way. The way that I am extremely good at. So I'll tell you a little what I know about you now. You attend or know someone who attends Geneva College in Beaver Falls, PA. You used their internet service to go online to leave a comment. The actual location

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It's really hard to understand ignorance. Even harder to understand what the hell people are talking about when they are vague. It's even more annoying when they don't state their name so I can at least figure out what's going on. A couple of entries ago someone left a comment that states: "dude..way to take someone elses man..That is so wrong..especially when he meant the world to someone

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I finally got to watch an episode of West Wing last night (and paid dearly with having to stay up late again). I love that show, but I particularly like this episode. Episode three of the second season entitled "Midterms." So I am going to put in my favorite quote from this episode. Enjoy.He sighs, and addresses Jenna Jacobs again.BARTLET Forgive me, Dr. Jacobs. Are you an M.D.?JENNA JACOBS

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I really don't like when people look down upon me.I also really don't like when people tell me when or when I can't leave a room.

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Subject: Let's see if you send it back. We all know or knew someone like this!!One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd."I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a

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Here are some quick pictures of Switzerland while I'm getting my travel journal up and running...

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The details of my life lately have been crazy from dealing with my boss to dealing with guys to a SHIT load of work. (As if that's any surprise). While I would love to write out everything that has been going on, I'm afraid I just don't have time. I really miss the days of just writing until I drop, but unfortuently it has been exchanged for doing homework and duty until I drop. Oh well. The

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Falls on MeBy: FuelI've seen you hanging 'roundThis darkness where I'm boundAnd this black hole I've dug for meAnd silently within with hands touching skinThe shock breaks my diseaseAnd I can breatheAnd all of your weightAnd all you dreamFalls on me, it falls on meAnd your beautiful skyAnd the light you bringFalls on me, it falls on meYour faith like the painDraws me in againShe washes all my

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Photo's from a trip to Florida awhile ago.This one is my sister Cassidy...This one is my sister Cassidy and my Dad...This one is my sister Olivia and my Dad being funny...And that's all for now... ;0

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You know you are having a very odd day when you flood your sink with the cup your trying to rinse out. I just don't know anymore.Damn he's hot!

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I've been too frustrated to write lately. I will try to put in a good entry after I get some well deserved sleep.

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The Mayonnaise Jar and the 2 Cups of CoffeeWhen things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee. A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls

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Current Away Message- I feel like if I stop long enough to breath everything will collapse around me.

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All I hear is the echo of laughter at my expression. All I feel is anger at the condescending tone of a friend. All I can think is "Why am I falling behind." I feel like I'm going to lose all control if I just breathe one more time.

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I haven't really written in this blog for a long time, so I figure that it's due for an update. Current affairs... I haven't had a chance to do anything more than schoolwork, work, and RA buisness since this semester has started. It seems that I have overextended myself once again and I am just longing for a break. I just want to have time to hang out with my friends, but the longer time goes

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1106776916075845772005-01-26T17:00:00.000-05:002005-01-26T17:01:56.076-05:00

You gotta wonder just when the world turns on its side and just how the fuck everything is going to be alright... My friend just recieved some of the worst news ever. I'm praying for you.

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I did a quiz on quizilla on what my element is. This is the result... Your element is Fire: Strong, hot tempered, powerful, and passionate. Well now lets see, being fire you are quite strong and powerful, people look up to you greatly and often seek your protection. You have the ability to gain many friends and you are always one people can count on to do what you say you will do. You are

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1106373347349175482005-01-22T01:54:00.001-05:002005-01-22T00:55:47.350-05:00

Penis envy...what? :)> to Jeff.

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I AM A BANANA!

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Sometimes I am starkly reminded why I live on the outside of everyone else. I flash quickly between happiness and anger, always on edge. This is one of the reasons I avoid getting close to people. As soon as I feel like I am getting closer, I back away so quickly that it feels like whiplash for both parties concerned. I don't mean to be this way, most of the time. It's just the way I've

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1103384537741704012004-12-18T10:40:00.000-05:002004-12-18T10:42:17.743-05:00

Well I have to admit, this is a great start to my break from hell. Not only am I working the whole break, I now have to find a way to get to work without my car. Why? Because my car decided to break down yesterday. Completely died. Oh joy. I'm still at Berks and my mom is on her way to get me and to take my car to the shop. Aren't I just the happy bundle of joy?

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So I finished all my finals and all the projects/papers I had to hand in. Now comes the hard part, waiting to find out what I actually got in my classes. I don't think that I'm going to get Dean's List like I wanted, but I have a 3.0 for the semester...which I should be proud of. Sigh... I have the next three days off completely...no finals, no homework, and only one night of rounds left in

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I don't think that I'll ever get used to living at two places at once. It's so unsettling to keep moving back and forth, trying not to get too attached and yet always failing. I'm comfortable here and I'm not sure if I want to go back to my family's home. What really waits for me there? Honesty? Not much. Just my family, all who are busy with their own lives just like I am. I might get to

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1102447313167050562004-12-07T14:13:00.001-05:002004-12-07T14:21:53.166-05:00

Hehe...I love the onion! http://theonion.com/news/index.php?issue=4048

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I wonder what it would be like to leave and never stop leaving, never stop moving. What an adventure it would be. Everything would be in my grasp & yet not. It would be a relief to pack my truck and get on the road, trying to never look back. And yet I know, that I will always be looking back. I will never be free from my obligations because my morales prevent me. It's hard wanting one

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It takes a small thing, really, to make one realize how things will never be the same. I don't even know what triggered this thought, because its always in the back of my mind, this idea of change. But no matter how much I acknowledge this idea, it never is fully grasped. That's why I'm sitting here grasping for straws, stuck staring at the past and an uncertain future. The future is never

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1102356742494668062004-12-06T13:09:00.000-05:002004-12-06T13:12:22.496-05:00

Sunday Night's word total for book: 1922. Along with journal entry and a revision of a short story. Goals for tonight? See comedian. Watch a movie and write a paper for class. Write another 2000 words for book. Study AM ST for exam tomorrow. SLEEP!

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It's hard sometimes to write as much as I do everyday. Might be the reason why I get so far behind in this journal so often. I write so much off this journal for both school, work, and for personal reasons that when I finally get a chance to write here, I'm too tired to. But being me, I'll try to do better and continue to post here. I like blogger to much to stop. ;) Today I went to Hawk

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1101944053607635382004-12-01T18:32:00.000-05:002004-12-01T18:34:13.606-05:00

Funny shit that Pat sent me. Cheered me up a lot. Feeling pretty sick today. Blah... http://www.ebaumsworld.com/moresexthanme.html

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I know there is someone out there that matches me. When I say match me, I mean a guy that can go toe to toe with me and yet still be able to laugh a few seconds later. I want a guy that can be a romantic, but someone I can still count on when the times get rough. I want someone who is able to deal with my cranky days, just like I want to be around for someone for their cranky days. I'm not

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1101277656579196672004-11-24T01:22:00.000-05:002004-11-24T01:27:36.580-05:00

Tuesday was a quite busy day. I ended up dragging Zack along to all of my class (all two of them today...). It was kind of funny. He thought the Luerssen seats were uncomfortable too. I laughed. He liked my AM ST 104 class a lot, which was cool. He got all excited about it after the class ended. Said it "invigorated" him. After classes I went out with Pete. It was fun. We got to talk

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Today is bound to be one of those days that last forever with me going along in a haze. The last week or so have been like that with last minute projects, paper, tests, and RA duty. Not to mention helping out my Mom when she needs it. I don't mind, I just can't wait until Thanksgiving break if only because I can finally catch up on some sleep. So back to today. I went to bed a little after 3

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1101021799558376082004-11-20T23:59:00.000-05:002004-11-22T13:36:40.583-05:00

Well today was an interesting day. I went to bed last night around 2.15ish and had to get up at 5 to take a shower and to get on the road to Lancaster. I got there on time, and after waking up Olivia and Cassidy's friend, I had the distinct pleasure of trying to drag Cassidy out of the house. Sometimes I think I'm going to have to borrow the "Jaws of Life" from the local fire station to pry her

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1100846599681608182004-11-19T01:42:00.000-05:002004-11-19T01:43:19.683-05:00

Jeff's current away message. I laughed...a lot. If the number thirteen is an unlucky number, then the letter B should be an unlucky letter. Why? Because it looks like a scruntched together 13. What's your name? Bob? Get the fuck away. Feel better Jeff. You still got friends who are there for you.

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1100830508026023942004-11-18T21:06:00.000-05:002004-11-18T21:15:08.026-05:00

You know you are really lonely when you realize that you have no one important in your life to share with. I realized that today. My friends are wonderful, don't get me wrong. But there isn't a level of emotional attachment as there is supposed to be with family...or someone you love. I love my friends to death and would do anything for them, but I often feel that they don't care half as much

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1100759416816940702004-11-18T01:28:00.000-05:002004-11-18T01:30:16.816-05:00

Part of my friend Jeff's profile. This guy has gone through a lot this year. I wish him some happiness. Read my profile. Yes i did write that. It is for all those lost and confused. I lost many things in my life and I am trying to not lose the thing that means the most. You know who you are. I lost my best friend to a bullet and stress. It was my fault and I feel that I pulled the trigger. So

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1100740855416899222004-11-17T20:16:00.001-05:002004-11-17T20:20:55.416-05:00

Away message from earlier that Steve commented on. Today is one of those days that never end. The kind that really make you wonder if somehow you were sent to a hell dimension without knowing it. Class, Breakfast, Class, Class, Meeting, Work, Rounds, Homework. Loving it already.

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I've gotten a lot of support lately from friends who are some of the best people in the world. They go out of their way to make sure that I'm okay, and I in turn try to do the same. I hope everyone has friends that have their back. Message left on my away message from Steve im glad to see you had some fun in your life, im glad you had fun in NY, i wish you could have more, i know me and dave

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1100663727467913292004-11-16T22:49:00.000-05:002004-11-16T22:55:27.466-05:00

So today was a fun day. Really it was. I got to go to New York City with my major. I didn't think I knew anyone on the trip, but Kasshun happened to be on it as well as a guy that I recognized from two of my classes this semester (Jordan). I also met three non-traditional adult students and a really mellow guy named Pete. We all ended up hanging out after we went to the UN building in

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Current Away Message- In the grand scheme of things, the only things that truly matter are the morales you stood by and the people who stood by you.

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Like rats escaping from a sinking ship, Colin Powell has announced his resignation.

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So with fingers stained with news ink and a crick in the neck usually reserved for movies such as Exorcist a bid a farewell to this hellish day. Not that I didn't enjoy it...no, no, no. It was a handbasket of fun, that is if that handbasket was going to hell. Had a good night before, so I definetely was prepared to be side swiped with this day that never ends. Started when I overslept this

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1100328426415960772004-11-13T01:37:00.002-05:002004-11-13T01:47:06.416-05:00

Current away message "For all the people who are hanging on in the world...grab a little tighter to your balls and give the world hell back."

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1100328072613652202004-11-13T01:37:00.001-05:002004-11-13T01:41:12.613-05:00

My theme song... "Headstrong" By: Trapt My current quote... "There is only one success - to be able to spend your life in your own way. " -Christopher Morley US author & journalist (1890 - 1957)

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1100327887459275772004-11-13T01:37:00.000-05:002004-11-13T01:38:07.460-05:00

A good quote from a good person. Thanks Jeff...feel better. "When a man does his best, what else is there?"- General Patton

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Brought it on Yourself "If there are any idiots in the room, will they please stand up?" said the sarcastic teacher. After a long silence, one freshman rose to his feet. "Now then mister, why do you consider yourself an idiot?" enquired the teacher with a sneer. "Well, actually I don't," said the student, "but I hate to see you standing up there all by yourself."

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Two quotes from one of my favorite authors. One from his work "Walden" and the other from "Civil Disobedience." "Most men, even in this comparatively free country, through mere ignorance and mistake, are so occupied with factitious cares and superflously coarse labors of life that its finer fruit can not be plucked by them." -By: Thoreau From "Walden" "But a government in which the majority

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1099893636676648572004-11-08T01:53:00.000-05:002004-11-08T01:00:36.676-05:00

"Love's a bitch. Love's a terrorist, its an uprising, and the peasants are revolting." -Quote from a Slam that I liked.

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In the absence of justice, what is sovereignty but organized robbery? -Saint Augustine Bush Sr. was a jerk, Quayle an idiot, Clinton was atrocious and disgusting, most of those who persecuted him were hypocritical, Gore is shallow and weak, Bradley is an idealist, Bush Jr. a fool, and all of the independent candidates act like they're on drugs. -David Borenstein The best argument against

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1099447936108126652004-11-02T21:11:00.000-05:002004-11-02T21:12:16.110-05:00

If you think that I'm stepping on your toes, you better move your feet.

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I'm glad that the presidential campaign is finally over. I was getting sick of the smiling faces that offer nothing more than politically correct and bland statements about policies they are pushing that won't change anything. It's sickening the way they appeal to the masses, trying to be the American ideal with their perfect clothing choices and their sparkling jewels. They know nothing of

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1099285763542736812004-11-01T01:08:00.000-05:002004-11-01T00:09:23.543-05:00

Note to self...getting attacked by family members over political leanings is NOT fun. Loosing 50 dollars between last night and this afternoon? Also NOT fun.

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Sometimes I get really disapointed with life, and other times, I am merely glad that life is as good as it is. It's strange how different these two thoughts are and yet they are always at the forefront of my mind. One would think that these two different thoughts could never cohabitat. I am amazed everyday by the wonderful people that I have met and that I love. They really do make my day,

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Hehe...in the spirit of Halloween...Found this at Funny.com... 20 Ways to Confuse Your Trick-or-Treaters 1. Give away something other than candy. (Toothpicks, golf balls, bags of sand, etc.) 2. Wait behind the door until some people come. When they get near the door, jump out, wearing a costume, and holding a bag, and yell, "Trick or Treat!" Look at them, scratch your head, and act confused.

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Even though people hurt you in the end, they help you. With that thought I go into this weekend hopefully less wary. Fighter By: Christina Aguilera It makes me that much stronger Makes me work a little bit harder It makes me that much wiser So thanks for making me a fighter Made me learn a little bit faster Made my skin a little bit thicker Makes me that much smarter So thanks for making me a

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Well I just had my PL SC 014 midterm and I don't think I did that bad. Some things I knew right off the bat, other things I had to think about, and a very few I had to make an educated guess. I think I at least got a "B". I'd be very happy with a "B". I also already picked out the classes and the schedule I want for next semester. It's sure to be hard. POL SC 428 - International Law

Nicholehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12342639015427539683noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6130045.post-1098812207673395762004-10-26T13:34:00.000-04:002004-10-26T13:36:47.676-04:00

Horrible, but funny! http://www.big-boys.com/articles/topdui.html

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It's strange how when you are sick sometimes vomiting is the only thing that will make you feel better. I detest vomiting very much, and avoid it as much as possible. But there are cases, like tonight, when your stomach is screaming and your head feels heavy, that the only possible way to feel better is to vomit. Did I mention I hate it? I could never be Bulmic (sp?), it takes too much work

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ITS THURSDAY! WHEEEE! I look forward to Thursday all week. It's the one night that I completely cut loose and just enjoy myself. I relish the opportunity to get some of my stress out and just hang with some really awesome people. I can't wait for tonight just for those reasons. And trust me, it's worth the wait! Jeanine mentioned to me a few weeks ago about taking a trip up to a haunted

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I love the people I know and the friends I have. They are some of the most amazing people I have ever encountered. I luv you all! Sidenote: I can't believe he picked me up!

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First I write, then I think. I hate trying to plan out the future of anything. It's too far away.

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I was recently critized for my online JOURNAL. I do not appreciate such critizism. This page is for the posting of my thoughts and things that I particularly like. It's not the god honest truth, and its not a news page. People are free to read and borrow what they like from this page, it is public because I am not ashamed of anything up here. But if you want to be a critic, you can kiss my

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Just when you think that your day can not get any worse, someone kicks you down again. Why are people moved to the extremes?

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Feeling: ANTISOCIAL AND ANGRY Sometimes I really hate being me. Don't get me wrong, I love my personality and the kind of person I'm turning into. I just hate how I am treated sometimes. The greatest thing to me is inspiring other people to laugh or smile. I try to get people to do it a lot. Some people don't like my "mischieviousness" and I respect that. I don't respect people reaming

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When the world tries to get you down, spit in it's face and laugh.

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