			Me I'm 17, I'm fresh out of high school, I'm engaged, and since I've gotten out of high school I've forgotten that people actually do exist. God I miss people. Love I'm in love with Matt. He's very kind and gentle, and he doesn't judge me or try to change me. We're going to have a wonderful little family some day, and we'll always be in as much love as we are now. Blog Archive Quizzes People Lau Sara John & Sika Sab Links Jonathon Art TCS Stick Death Fling the Cow Magic Hate Ball DeviantART Penguin Baseball! Poke the Penguin Poke the Bunny
Tuesday, May 25, 2004 I found this on Lau's blog, so I thought I'd go there and do it. God, it's been so long since I've played MASH, I think the last time I played was in like, 5th grade, and I was going to Marry John o.O In any case, according to this one, I'm going to marry Matt, drive a purple hummer while living in an apartment in France as a Subway Employee with 4 kids. Lord only knows why I would want a purple hummer, but Matt would O.o Seeing how I haven't blogged in a while, I figured I might better (not to mention, it's the first time I've been on the computer at mom's in a month). I've been working at Subway (oh joy), and I've decided that I want to work at Stewart's. They pay better, I'm sure to get more than 22 hours a week as a full-time employee, and the benefits are awesome. On the good side, I get paid Friday (I hope). So, sometime this week I've got to get up there to talk to Deb, see if she wants me to fill out a new application or what. See if she'd even be interested in hiring me. I hope so, I'd rather make more than minimum wage. I bought the Meaning of Life at Wal Mart today. They ID'd me because it's rated R. I just think it's cool to be ID'd for something and actually be able to buy it after they see the ID. I also bought underwear, as I'm sure you all wanted to know about that. THERE'S ACTUALLY A NEW DEVELOPMENT IN MATT'S CASE! That makes me happy. The development is that they called him a big fat liar in a report that was written after he had a hearing on his case. To which he's writing a paper calling them big fat liars. It could go on like this for a while. In any case, it looks like they'll be giving him a discharge, probably dishonorable, but so what? Not like he wants to work for the government anyway. So, hopefully he'll be home next month or the month after. It'd be awesome if he could be here for my graduation. I'd love for him to be here for the recital, but that's not going to happen. I'm thinking of going back for one more year anyway. So, yes, that's my life. Haven't done anything else but read the Tommyknockers (very good book, go buy, and read, now). Niki ran away at 07:52 p.m. Monday, May 10, 2004 I'm online! Yay! I'm getting my internet fix for the day! Well, week. Compliments of John. I love you John! In any case, I stole this from Lau's blog, who stole it from Derek's blog. THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME 01 - Heights 02 - Losing everyone I love 03 - Poisonous spiders THREE THINGS I DON'T UNDERSTAND 01 - War 02 - Why people hurt each other to make themselves feel good 03 - Women (even though I am one o.O) THREE THINGS I AM WEARING RIGHT NOW 01 - My purple pants from Colorado 02 - Matt's necklace 03 - Hoope earrings THREE THINGS ON MY DESK 01 - Photos from the prom (they're John's) 02 - Glasses (dunno whose they are) 03 - Teddy bears THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE 01 - go to Ireland 02 - go to France 03 - Have sex in a hot air balloon (BEFORE LAURA!) THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE 01 - French 02 - Scottish 03 - Irish THREE THINGS I LIKE ABOUT MY BODY 01 - My hair 02 - My eyes 03 - My butt THREE THINGS I DON'T LIKE ABOUT MY BODY 01 - My arms 02 - My toes 03 - My waist THREE THINGS MOST PEOPLE DON'T KNOW ABOUT YOU 01 - Um, I don't know, stuff? 02 - 03 - THREE THINGS I SAY THE MOST 01 - "huh?" 02 - "like" (unfortunately) 03 - "is this for here or to go?" THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO 01 - Ireland 02 - France 03 - England THREE NAMES THAT YOU GO BY 01 - Niki 02 - Nik 03 - anything else that starts with "nik" THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE OR HAD 01 - Bright Eyes 02 - Tears of Fire 03 - Piki Niki In other news, I pretty much live at my grandmother's house now, seeing as how I have to go to work. Hence the "is this for here or to go?" thing. Lawn decorations piss me off. Some of them are so stupid. What is it with the little boy pissing? How is that "cute"? If you ask me, it's just plain disgusting. I don't want to see little wooden boys with their pants down and their ass crack hanging out while I just assume he's supposed to be pissing, but who knows? He could be jacking off, seeing how he's in the lawn looking at the woman in the bedroom getting dressed. And if he is pissing, that's a damn long piss, he's standing there pissing for months on end, and that's all he's doing. Then there's the animals that look real. You're driving down the road, and someone has a fake deer lawn ornament right out by the road, and you slam on the brakes thinking the damn thing is going to jump out in front of you until you realize that it's a lawn decoration. That's good for the car. And of course, there's the ever-so-popular pink flamingo. I don't know who thought of putting a fake plastic pink flamingo in his front yard, but he deserves to be shot. They're the stupidest things I've ever seen. Not to mention the fact that people up north put them in their lawns, and there are no flamingos up north. It doesn't make any sense. We have trees changing their colors and a pink flamingo right next to it. What is wrong with this picture? There are no palm trees up here, there should be no pink flamingos either. We were randomly complimented on our clean bathroom at Subway yesterday. Some lady came out, walked up to me, and told me we had a really clean bathroom. Then she gave me a two dollar tip. In any case, that's about all I've got. So I'm going to leave and do...stuff. I don't know what, but stuff. Whatever it is working people do on days off o.O Niki ran away at 05:01 p.m. Monday, May 3, 2004 Odd'ness. On the main page, it lists that there is one comment to my little rant yesterday, but when I click on it, it shows no comment. Grr. In other news, I'm 18 years old today, and it's odd. I guess this means I can't go commit a crime and still be charged as a minor, huh? Damn, and I so wanted to do an armed robbery. Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear me, happy birthday to me! ^.^ Niki ran away at 10:20 a.m. Sunday, May 2, 2004 I'm fucking pissed off right now. I hate fucking insurance companies. They fucking blow ass. We just got a notice in the mail (well, it was yesterday but we forgot to check the mail) telling us that our homeowner's insurance will not be renewed in July due to the pit bull dog on the premesis. FUCKING ASSHOLES! If they would take the time of day to actually learn a thing or two, they would know that Spike poses no threat to a fucking flea let alone a human being. I think they should take a minute or two out of their ever-so-busy schedule of coffee drinking and ass sitting and actually go meet these dogs. Then cancel the insurance for the homes with mean dogs, and let us keep insurance because spike is a nice dog. For anyone who's been to my house, you know that Spike is harmless, and you should be more afraid of Trixie than you should Spike. This is the acutal letter they wrote: I was just notified by Erie $ Niagra Insurance Company that they will not be renewing your policy in July. A formal notice will be sent to you on May 28, 2004. The decision was based on a recent inspection of your property which revealed the following: 1) Pit bull dog on premises 2)Debris around the garage and shed. I am sure the debris will be cleaned up, and is probably the result of the recent construction work. The biggest problem is the dog, which is an unacceptable breed, with all of the companies we write insurance though. I wanted to give you enough advacne notice so you have time to secure insurance coverage elsewhere. I am sorry for any inconvenience this may cause you and thank you for your patronage to this agency. If you have any questions please call me. She spelled "through" wrong. Nice of her to pay attention to her spelling and grammar huh? She also didn't give a phone number, so so much for calling her with any questions. Oh, there's a number for the general agency at the top of the page, but there's no number for this specific person. Real fucking nice huh? God I hate people sometimes. Especially insurance companies. They just overlooked the fact that he's only half pit, not to mention the most gentle loving dog you'll find in this neighborhood. Any of the other dogs around here would be more likely to kill or maim you than spike, but no, pit bulls are "unacceptable" breeds, so you get no insurance. Well fuck them! Fucking assholes. Niki ran away at 04:15 p.m. Saturday, May 1, 2004 Well, we completed phase three of dance recital preparation today (and before phase two o.O). Phase one: order and pay for costumes Phase two: complete dance routine Phase three: photo shoot Phase four: dress rehearsal/fine tuning We have yet to finish our Jazz dance, we kinda fell behind on that a little (but not as far behind as our costumes). The jazz costumes came in last night, they were due in on April 1 (guess the company April fooled us, huh?). Two of the costumes are still back-ordered, along with the gloves that match. So, we had to scrounge this morning to come up with enough gloves from one of our former costumes in order to do the photo shoot today. We were short two pairs, but worked around it. Hopefully the gloves will be in before the recital. Oh photo shoots are fun. People running around half naked, applying make-up, mothers barking orders, everyone packed into a teensy tiny space. Of course, not all the students are present at the same time, but there's enough there to drive you nuts sometimes. It's better now that we're older and half of us can drive ourselves, meaning no moms. Recital time is one hundred times worse, though. sigh I love it. This really sucks. It's my last year of dance. I've been in it (and with this studio) for fourteen years, I don't remember a time before I was in dance class. This is definitely a tough year. Every other year, I finished up the recital looking forward to fall registration, to starting out a new year with a new routine and a new song, knowing that we'll give a great performance when it's all said and done. I don't have that this year. This is it, the end. I'll be moving on, having an "adult" life. I won't have time for dance. Not that it would be the same after this year anyway. Only two people from my class are going to stay, and that's because they're freshmen. Everyone else is moving on, too. There are only a few people that I actually like in my class. Danielle and Felicia. But I've been dancing with Brittany, Sarah and Erika for fourteen years. The four of us have been in the same class together for fourteen years. The others joined in a year or two after the first class us four had together, and those that were in our first class have dropped out. Granted, there are much better bonds out there (like bonds between best friends, lovers, and sometimes family), but it's definitely going to hurt when this fourteen year thing is broken. I guess that's the price you pay for growing up, huh? You can't stay five years old forever. I'm definitely going to miss Joy of Movement. I might go on and dance in college, or take random courses in Saratoga or something. Hell, I might consider going back to Sharyn's studio and working into a class there, though I'd be too old. I kind of regret not choosing to do a solo this year. I had the chance, Sharyn wanted me to, but I wasn't too confident. Hell, I'm still not, but it would have been an experience. But at least I'm in two dances this year, and I've helped Sharyn teach one of the little classes. It's all ending, everything I've known. I'm moving on, growing up. I have a job, a car, and a rough plan for the future (such as it is). I have to get my licence soon. More importantly, I have to figure out what I'm going to go to college for, what I want to do. I'm thinking massage therapy, a specialty school. That way I won't have to pay to take high school over again, I'll just take what I need at the specialty school and that'll be that. Then I can go work for a spa or something, or start my own business. I don't know though, I haven't decided. Oh well, for now, I'm going to go catch up as best I can on my reading. Niki ran away at 04:53 p.m.

FUCKING ASSHOLES!