Cole

For all the Shelly haters...

2008-04-29T04:53:05Z

Shelly wants to know why everyone keeps posting about her? She tries to make good, gets talked to for an hour or so and then nothing. Shelly would like people to know that she is not pushing anyone away. She's not hiding and she's actually making attempts at trying to right things. Maybe not sucessfully or as often as she should, but still, she attempts.

Shelly also would like to say that her best friends are the people she knows from home and went to high school with and would much rather spend every waking minute with them then with the friends she has made at school or work. Those are the people she wants in her life forever. Shelly would like me to make that clear for her.

Shelly would like to add that she knows she has stuff to be sorry for, but she will not appologize for all of it. She thinks that you should know she is sorry, even if she can't place why she is into words.

heythere_cole @ 2008-04-21T16:47:00

2008-04-21T20:46:43Z

So, I took Vanni's advice and checked out my "manage log-in" page and found out where people are hacking from. I have a total of five different IP addresses listed here. Two are mine.

Whoever keeps hacking into my lj, if this IP address lookup was right, they live in California and they log on from two different IP addresses. I'm pretty sure I don't know anyone in California well enough that they would want to hack into my lj specifically.

I have four log-ins from someplace else that was easily pinpointed and that I can trace a name too. It's not appreciated. That's all I'm going to say on that.

So, because I don't know where these other two IPs come from, I think it might be time to make a new livejournal all together. Or possibly move on to another site. I'm not really sure what to do. It's the first time I've been able to sit down and actually spend a minute thinking about this and actually find the IP addresses. I'm a little disturbed. Any ideas?

PS: Stop changing my freakin password and then I wouldn't have to change it again. I'll share. One communal password for us all!

heythere_cole @ 2008-04-06T23:06:00

2008-04-07T03:37:27Z

I'm done with livejournal. I haven't logged on in several days anyway, though according to the account page, I've been logged on several times over the past few days. And.. my password has been changed on me again.

I'm not quite ready to delete this journal, so it will still be up and around, but if there is any activity from it, unless otherwise noted, it's not me.

Just wanted to end this with one last ranty post before I move onto other things.

So, obviously, or maybe not so obviously, I've not been having the best of weeks. I was told not to come home by my own mother this past weekend though I had people waiting for me. I've been getting the most random of people IMing me, though I know why they have been and it's my own stupid fault. Thankfully, random people are generally nice and I don't think they will track me down or anything. Still, internet people, you never really know with them. Especially the one who IMed me about his girlfriend problems and then asked me to come to his softball game. Can't help you with the girlfriend problems.

Thankfully, I'm going home this weekend for a great old time! Seriously. Spending my birthday with people who actually want to take me out and do something fun for me, it's going to be great. What'll be even better, is when I come back to school and get to do it all over again with the people here.

Jose, and Ken want to take me out then have a little party with Chris, the other two and possibly other people. When I come back, Kenzie, Allie, Danielle, Tiff and Sarah want to take me out and then have a little party with the roomies, Kyle and Eric. Should be overall fun.

But then again, who knows if Eric will actually want to hang out. He's been so freakin awkward lately, though maybe it's because I'm actually with him more and more. You know, you marry a guy and suddenly, he wants to be a typical husband. He's distant and secretive and overall blah. Though I have spent some actual time hanging out with him, like trips to the grocery store and the movies.

Nichelle is getting a divorce after only two or three weeks. But I'm still possitive that her husband is gay and that it was a bad idea for her to marry him straight out of jail in the first place.

I'm pretty sure I'm going to wake up one morning and find my car painted in stripes in the parking lot. If that doesn't happen, and there is another big rain storm, my car may very well be burried under three feet of mud so that I can't find it. Kyle, I <3 you and if you didn't have a girlfriend, maybe I would have said yes to your proposal the other day. Besides, I think Eric would like the fight, if only for the practice.

Random picture of Nichelle, Eric and me. It's his last day at work and we had to immortalize the original Weis Family. Ashley has told me several times that we look like we belong together.

So, as for now, goodbye to lj. I still have my AIM and maybe eventually, I will start a new journal to avoid this hacker person. But I'm just to tired lately to do it. So, until then..

heythere_cole @ 2008-03-26T00:14:00

2008-03-26T04:25:47Z

Easter break actually kinda sucked. I didn't do anything cause everyone backed out on me last minute. I understand that Ken had his son for the weekend and then also had plans with other people the rest of the week. I understand that I didn't even see the Blueberry until a half hour before I left to come back to school. I don't understand that Chris made plans with me and then turned around to go out with someone else. But she did promise me my birthday weekend, which I knew about anyway. And she promised me every single day this summer. I think we might just get sick of each other.

Actually going to a concert in April. My first since Warped over the summer. I'm super excited! Boys Like Girls. It was advertised around campus and I stole one of the posters and now, it's hiding in my room. Kyle and his girlfriend shall be driving me there. Awesome crap.

I'm still excited for my birthday. Yay for getting people to buy your first drink at midnight. Jose, or, Blueberry shall be getting it for me and that right there is enough to make me happy because he offered. Yay! And, heck, he is my Blueberry!

Got bubbles at work tonight. Seriously fun. Bubbles are always fun. Except, as Gin pointed out, when they pop in your eyes. And package ribbons look awesome as hair decorations.

And now, I need a shower and need to sleep because I have work at 9 tomorrow morning. Or... today morning now apparently.

heythere_cole @ 2008-03-12T03:38:00

2008-03-12T07:44:29Z

Sooo...

Easter break is going to be amazing! I can't wait to go home!

My birthday is going to be even better. I can't wait for that for the pure fact that I've never had friends throw me a party before. Sure, my mom has thrown me parties and friends come, but never has a friend thrown me a party. Awesome!

I totally only have 5 more classes in my major that I need to take and three outside of my major that are still required. That means! I'm actually graduating right on time and as expected. Yay! Who else who has been through four different majors in the course of three years can say that?

I've decided not to change my major just because of that reason. Though I'm still being pushed to go to grad school and I don't know what to study or where to go to do it. But I can actually see my graduation date and it's totally within reach. I can even graduate a semester early if I decide to take summer classes.

Weee!

I'm an excited and extremely tired little girl right now.

g'nite!

heythere_cole @ 2008-03-05T23:38:00

2008-03-06T04:52:15Z

So, I totally just realized that I'm a barista. At least, I guess that would be the right term for it. Makes me sound all cool and knowledgeable about the coffees. Which I'm not, except I know how I like me my coffees and how to make their coffees. Yay for coffees.

Yay for spending Spring Break at Dunkin Donuts. One day off the whole time I'm off. Though, I couldn't have thought of a better way to spend it. Started the day off (Tuesday) by waking up and going to the movies to see the Spiderwick Chronicles. It was supposed to be a Cole's day only, so I went by meself. But, I let on to one of my fellow Barista's, AKA Jose, that I would be spending the day alone, and when he asked why, I told him, jokingly, that I had no friends.

So, he gathered the forces, sent Chris after me, and dragged me over to Chris' house where we all jumped into the car and went to Friendlys. Chris, Jose, Brenda (the most annoying thing to walk the planet) and me, that is. From there, around 10 at night, we went to pick up Ken and Kevin and went bowling. I haven't been bowling in at least two years. And yet I still got the second highest score out of all six of us!

After that, we dropped off Brenda, because she was being annoying and not a one of us could take it any longer. Went to try and find Ken and Kevin some food. Eventually ended up at the pool hall where we played pool until two in the morning. If you didn't know, pool is one of the most perverted games I have ever played. I sucked. I can't play that game for the life of me. I suck.

I got home sometime around three Wednesday morning. And I can't wait to do it all over again on Friday or Saturday before I go back to school. The boys were awesome cause none of us girls had to pay a cent the entire night. And they paid out their asses for us to all do stuff. Like, dinner was pretty expensive with three meals. And then bowling was a good deal of money and the billards hall was like.. $15 a person.

Can't wait to do it again. Can't wait for my birthday with these people. They are the ones who will be ringing in the big 2-1 with me at midnight. Yay for the Dunkin Crew!

heythere_cole @ 2008-03-01T18:30:00

2008-03-01T23:32:24Z

I've been home for a total of two days and already I've worked for 4 hours, spent over $150 on clothes and shoes that I really don't need and have seen 2 1/2 movies! Go me.

Being home is always a good way to get rid money.

heythere_cole @ 2008-02-27T16:36:00

2008-02-27T21:40:05Z

Wow, so, I would hate me too, after reading my last couple of posts.

I've been avoiding saying that for a good couple of weeks now cause I didn't want to believe it.

And because I'm afraid I can't get back what I had before.

heythere_cole @ 2008-02-10T01:04:00

2008-02-10T06:58:30Z

I'm still sick and I don't know how long I can go on with this. Since the end of last semester is faaar to long to be sick still. I don't care if the doctor says it's just allergies. The meds aren't helping and my throat feels like it's going to cave in.

Suprisingly enough, I'm not sleeping. For all the sleep that I was getting before, it seemed my body got tired of sleep and just.. stopped. It makes for very interesting days at work, like today.

Oh, today was the best. Worked from 10 until 6 running on a total of... not much sleep in the past 48 hours. The lack of sleep went to my head and reduced me to a three year old again, which I ran around the store telling everyone. (My register was also #3, a big step up from #2 which I've been on for the past two weeks.) My energy level was suprisingly high for so little sleep, and apparently, I was a great amusement to all on the registers and behind the counter.

But of course, when always running on such little sleep, there is a point where you crash. Everytime I got remotely close to that point, here is what happened:

Kyle (register #5, btw): Cole-Bell, how old are you?
Me: Tree! I Tree today. Yesterday I was two and today I am tree!! (And of course, you have to imagine me playing the part of a three year old with a lisp, hand gestures included.)

Kyle: And when were you born? 20...80??
Me: I was born in 2080 and I'm a future baby!! (still lisping by the way.)

Kyle has a way of making me feel incredibly old by saying that I was born in the 80's. He's only 16 and was a 90's baby. I'll miss him when he goes to Europe on Wednesday, even if it is only for two weeks. He's hysterical and I feel a good connection to him, much like the younger brother I never had. He's fun to play around with, but can also have his serious moments, unlike most of the other high schoolers who work at the store.

Besides Eric that is. Eric is a whole story to himself. He's only 17, but God, if he were only a few months older. He is so smart and so witty and so completely melt-worthy. It's probably because he was homeschooled that makes him so much more mature then the other kids at Weis, and so much more mature then most of the people I've ever met. But then, he still has his playful side, which thankfully, I get to see more then other people because I understand his dry sense of humor.

We've been deemed husband and wife through the store and Kenzie is our daughter. Fittingly, she looks like him. The only reason this came to be is because we all went shopping together. He was buying, I was pushing the cart around, bossing him every chance I got and Kenzie was following, looking all sorts of grumpy because she didn't want to go food shopping. I even checked the eggs that he bought to make sure that they were not cracked. As I was pushing the cart, I kind of mumbled that I was a good and obedient little wife, and he agreed. We went to the register where Shannon preceeded to tell us that we made quiet a decent looking family. She said this without us even telling her what she said. Kenzie turned around and immediately said, "Mommy, can I have a lolly pop?"

So, I'm in love with my Weis co-workers, ALL of them. They make my days so much happier, and that is why, even on my days off, I go into the store and stand around for two hours bagging orders and not getting paid for it.

My Dunkin Donuts family makes me happy to, but I have no stories to tell about them right now because I haven't seen them in a couple of weeks. But the last I remember, my last week working there over vacation, I distinctly remember telling people that they were going to miss me while I was gone. And then having Jose turn around and tell me that he loved me everytime I did something stupid, which was often. I'm much more of a klutz then I thought I was. Who knew that cream would fly across a room when a cup was softly placed onto a counter? I miss them while I'm not there.

New subject:! Our first draft of our first fiction peice was due Saturday at noon. I'm a horrible person and completely forgot about writing it. Of course, I knew what the plot was and who the characters were and thankfully, it's something that I've been attempting to write for a while now. Just a story that's been stuck inside of me for a long time. I started writing it for NaNoWriMo this year and when that failed miserably, I picked it up for my writing class. Do you know how hard it is to take 26,000 word story and cut it down into 6 pages?

Well, it's not really all that hard, actually! That's probably why I've been assigned with the task of taking a 50,000 word novel next November and cutting it down until there is nothing left, instead of doing it the opposite way, or the correct way instead. The people that I met through NaNo this year thought it would be a better challenge for me then writing an actual novel.

Anyway! I cut 26,000 words down into a very choppy 6 paged peice of... something. The hard part? When I originally wrote it, the whole story took place between Venus and Earth. There were gay love scenes (because when in doubt, write porn), a war being waged between Venus and the space stations and some serious time travel going on because the Venus community took place a few thousand years after the complete destruction of earth! Oh, and there was some Greek mythology threw in there too that had to be removed because I couldn't explain how Greek gods had anything to do with the little girl who was dying of cancer!

Most fucked up, warped story I have ever written!

So anyway, I've been reading a lot lately, because I can't sleep, and I found the most amazing author. Of course, she's a HP fanfic writer, but she has such a way with words that there is always a scene, whether happy or sad, that I inevitably cry during while reading. She's just that good.

Or it could be that I'm a big ball of emotions lately and can cry at anything?

As well as ramble. I've been doing that a lot too, as you can tell. Honestly, the whole point of this entry was to say that I feel like shit, I'm not sleeping and I found a great author. That was it. I've far surpassed that now. And I feel like I still have more to say, but a lot of it will bring up bad thoughts from the past week or so (stupid Kenzie for pissing me off so much this week!!!) and I don't really feel like getting into that right now. So, I think I'll end this.

...And put it under a cut.

There is a storm outside and the thunder is going so bad at one point, I thought the building was collapsing before I realized it was just thunder. So I watched Peter Pan to calm myself down. I don't like thunder at all. Hence the icon.

heythere_cole @ 2008-01-25T18:00:00

2008-01-25T23:02:00Z

Ok, so, this is late coming, I'm sure, but I'm sorry. Not, I'm sorry this is late, but a general, over-all sorry to everyone.

I've not been myself in a while and I know I've been ignoring everyone. Some more intently than others, again, I'm sorry, even if this isn't going to be accepted for what it is and the mess of words I'm using. Even certain keys on my keyboard are stiff because of dissuse.

Yes, I know I've been a shitty friend with a shitty attitude lately and longer. No, I don't have an excuse, more then that I was having fun last semester and that the computer was no longer the center of my universe. I had serveral friends around who kept me occupied and didn't like to sit around for to long doing nothing. I got dragged into that, and I was happy. But now, those friends are gone and the Christmas break is over, more on that in a minute, and I'm ready to get back to being me. Or, what of my I can scrounge up. It's probably not what some of you want, but it's what I can give.

As for Christmas vacation, no, I didn't call or make plans to do anything. I went out a grand total of maybe five times. And those five times were on the only days that I've had off in the past six weeks. Christmas vacation was hell. Five days off from my constant work schedule, mostly 8-10 hours a day. I was exhausted, litterally and got really sick. Finally went to the doctors today and he said that at first it was just the exhaustion that was making me sick, but because I wasn't taking any time off to fix that, my immune system crashed and I ended up picking up the first thing that came around. We still don't know what that is, but I'm on tons of meds now and still feeling like shit. It's not fun.

No, being sick and working all the time is not a good excuse to drop off the planet and not talk to anyone. But, thats what I did, and again, I'm sorry for it.

This is a shitty appology to go with shitty excuses for being a shitty friend these past couple of months, but it's all I have. And I hope that those who this is for, know who you are, though no names will be mentioned.

heythere_cole @ 2008-01-02T00:05:00

2008-01-02T05:09:02Z

No, I haven't been meaningfully ignoring anyone.

No, I haven't been online for more then five minutes at a time.

Yes, I have been working my arse off.

Yes, I have been sleeping most of the rest of the time.

Tomorrow / Today, I have off from work and I plan on.. well, I don't know what I'm planning on doing. But I do know that I plan on being online a bit more now and talking and making myself more... sociable? I don't know. But I hope to be online and I'll get around to saying hello to everyone who I haven't talked to in a while and especially those who I should have been talking to.

Alrighty then!

heythere_cole @ 2007-12-19T00:55:00

2007-12-19T05:56:56Z

You know what I just realized? I don't have dreams that I can remember when I'm at home. When I was at school, I would wake up every morning with a new and weirder dream then the night before. I come home, and the dreams imediately stop. It's always been strange. When I'm at home, I'll dreams a few times every couple of months, that I can remember. It will last maybe, three or four nights, and then they dissapear again. For like.. months.

I like to sleep because of the dreams that I have. Even if after an hour after I wake up, I don't remember what they were about, I just know the feeling that they gave me. Dreaming makes sleep fun and worth it. When I'm at home and not dreaming, it's like... my brain is against me. It doesn't want me to sleep, even though I'm so tired that I can fall asleep in the strangest possitions. Sleep is boring and only used for health reasons when I'm at home.

And to end this, I'm going to sleep!

heythere_cole @ 2007-12-15T11:13:00

2007-12-15T16:39:28Z

So, Jen is officially moved out as of yesterday. Once the new semester starts back up, she'll be coming back up to the school every other monday for A class. She'll aslo come up for all of our 21sts, which should be fun. So, to celebrate the memory of Jen, with Jen in tow, we had the best two weeks of the semester!

1st, we got stuck at a Barnes and Nobles after our TGIO party because I forgot to turn off the lights on my car and the battery died. We had to ask about 50 people walking around if they had jump cables and could help. Of course, once your stuck outside of a book store, it's kind of hard to find someone with jumps. Some lady told us to look for youer men in a truck. Riiight, cause so many of them show up at book stores. Thankfully, a really wild pair came by and we got them to help us. Did you ever notice how when you need help and your stuck, you're either going to get the murderous types or the really religious? Thankfully, we got the really religious, even though for a few seconds, we thought we had the murderers. The one guy was in the process of jumping the car when he turned to me and asked "Are you collge students?" I told him yes. He said, "Oh, good. I've been thinking about you a lot recently." And opens his coat and reaches into his pocket. I seriously thought he was going to kill me right then and there. He didn't obviously. He pulled out a peice of paper and asked us to help with his youth group teachings of intercity kids. It was the scariest moment of my life and has caused a lot of laughs since then.

2nd, we snowballed our RA's room. Seriously. Ok, not with real snowballs, but rolled up peices of white paper which we called snowballs. We had a snowball fight with her and her boyfriend who was there for a couple of hours. That was loads of fun!

3rd, we went to Cold Stone and hit the Boy. The Boy being RA's boyfriend. For those of you who don't know, hitting is one of my favorite activities at Cold Stone. It's when you go in and really loudly announce that it's someone's birthday for the whole store to hear and then watch them get really red and embarrassed when the ice cream makers start to sing to them. Its fun to see how many death threats you get too. The reason it's called hitting is because it's never a single one of their birthdays when they get called out, which makes it even more fun. I have previously hit Jen, Danielle, the Boy, Lisa and myself. Yes, I hit myself. I was bored and there was no one else who I could hit at the time. Danielle was by far the best to call out though because she down right refused it and loudly which made them sing louder. Funny.

4th, we bought a hampster, even though we had gone to the pet store to get the RA a turtle. She wanted a turtle, ended up deciding on getting a hampster, changed her mind at the last minute and bought Jen the hampster. Jen paid her back for everything then sold the hampster to Kenzie, who currently has it at home now. The hampster stayed in my room for one night and I almost killed it when it woke me up at 5 am! When I had an 8 am final in just a couple of hours. It spent the next night in the bathtub!

5th, we spent a grand total of 2 hours looking for a store that had closed down about a week ago so that we could finally get the RA her turtle. It was going to be a christmas gift from me and Jen. Then we went out to try and find her a webkinz, cause they are super cool! Couldn't find the turtle. After going through four or five stores, we were finally told that the turtle wasn't being sold yet. Niice.

6th, we went to Hooters for dinner since Jen has been bugging me since the beginning of the semester to take her. We got Danielle, Kenzie and the RA to come with us. Danielle and Kenzie got hit for the second time this semester since we told the girls (who didn't have the biggest boobs or the brightest brains) that it was both of their birthdays. That was fun because they got called up to the front of the restraunt and put ontop of chairs and with everyone there watching was sung to with all the hooters girls surrounding them.

7th, we snowballed the RA again. She retalliated by stuffing all the balls into a trash bin and dumping it on Jen's head.

8th, night before I left, we drank a little in the room. Not a lot, at all, because I don't ever plan on getting that drunk ever again. The best part, the RA came over with her own bottle of Vodka and stayed with us while we ALL drank. Not only are we not allowed to drink in our rooms, we aren't allowed to be on campus with it and she's supposed to write us up and get us sent to AA meetings if we're caught even once with alcohol. She sat there and drank with us.

Then I left the next morning. An hour and a half after I was supposed to leave cause I had nothing packed. Yay me. And now I am home!

heythere_cole @ 2007-12-06T17:11:00

2007-12-06T22:11:55Z

You know, it's really ashame when you learn that the people who live across the hall from you are actually fun people and are deserving of your time when there is only one week of school left. It's totally awesome though, when that person is the RA and totally fun as shit.

We had a snow ball fight today, snowballs made from scrap paper. She left the room, left her door unlocked and we trashed her room with lots of snow balls. She retaliated by sweeping them into our common area.

Tonight, we're making a Charlie Brown Christmas Tree. You know the kind. A little stick that you found on the ground and felt sorry for, so you took it and decorated it. Yeah. It's going to be fuuuun.

heythere_cole @ 2007-12-05T19:22:00

2007-12-06T00:53:17Z

So, I really don't want my comeback post to start off on a bad foot, but I have to, cause it's the here and now and this is what I need to bitch about for a couple of minutes to someone other then Jen.

It's snowing. And it's snowing bad. The roads are iced over, slippery and there are accidents up and down 422 and Lancaster Ave. This is significant because I'm scheduled to work tonight from 8-10 pulling Tags at the wonderful Weis Markets and those are the ONLY two streets that I can take to get there. There is no other way to get there and if there was, it would only be back roads which would be worse off then them.

Problem is, I don't feel comfortable driving and Kenzie knows this. Anyone who has been in a car with me before knows that when I'm not comfortable and the conditions are bad, I'm prone to hitting things with my car. So I called out of work. No big deal, right?

WRONG! Kenzie is the one on duty tonight and she told me, albeit, jokingly at the time, that she would threaten to fire me. Well, that brought the other roommates down on her at the time and got her backed up into a corner where she became all defensive and pissy.

So when I called out, Danielle texted her to be careful driving home, her reply was that no one cares anyway, that all three of us have been bitching at her all week, which we have and I will explain that in a minute.

Apparently, I'm the bad person because I called out in attempt to protect my life and she wasn't brave enough to do it herself. I screwed her over because now she has to get someone else to do the tags by the end of the night so that they are done in the morning. I'm the bad guy in this situation because I value my life more then I value my job.

Someone explain to me how that makes me the bad guy? Because I don't understand.

Next story:

Yes, we have been calling Kenzie out a lot more lately than usual and it's all on her. Sure, we could probably be nicer about the way that we go about it, but that's the problem you face living with three other incredibly blunt people who have no qualms about telling you how it really is.

Let me start off by saying that it is the week before finals. We are all stressing ourselves out and not sleeping the way we've been used to the rest of the semester. We're tired and we're cranky and we're sick. We are not going to be nice. And if you're not going to all three of us tell you something, then again, you've brought our anger onto yourself.

Her story is difficult, but it basically goes along the lines of, there is someone she doesn't like living at her house who she doesn't want there. This other person has no where else to go because she was kicked out of her own house. Doesn't matter, Kenzie doesn't want her there. So she comes to us, complaining about how horrible Christmas is going to be this year because they aren't getting a real tree and this chick is going to be ther for Christmas.

So, she gets all defensive, yet again, as we try to tell her that she should show this chick a little respect, and maybe, just maybe, she would get some back in return and the holidays wouldn't be so bad. We also tried to remind her that it IS the holidays and EVERYONE deserves to have a good time of the year, even the ones you don't like. She didn't like that so she stomped off and sulked in her room.

So, yes, we've all been ganging up on her a lot recently, but she's been opening herself up to it. It might not make it right, but she's been pissing us off right back.

When she comes back home from work tonight, it's going to be like WW3 in our room tonight. That is if she talks to us at all, since none of us seem to care about her anymore. And let me state, just so it's out there, I told her before she even went in that there was a chance I wouldn't come in tonight and that she shouldn't go in either because the roads were supposed to get bad. When my roommates wake me up from my nap and tell me to call out because they are worried about my life, then I'm not going to go into work.

I also have a feeling that she's going to be pissed off enough that it's going to screw up her concentration when driving. I don't want to spend the night in the hospital because the first words out of my mouth, and both of my other roommates mouth will be "We told you so."

No, we are not nice and we are not in a good mood. And we told you not to go in. So just be careful driving. Thank you!

So, onto the good stuff.

Jen is an idiot and pledged the floors in the common room. If you don't know what pledge does on a tile floor, let me tell you. We now have an ice skating rink in our common room. It was fun a week ago when she did it and we went skating in our socks and then sleding on couch cushions and never had to leave the room. At one in the morning, when you just woke up cause you have to go to the bathroom, it's not so much fun anymore. lol

Strip games are not as fun as they have always been made out to be. In fact, they are rather embarrassing when you lose.

TGIO party was actually kind of fun. Met some great people this November. My NaNo isn't done, but it's cool. I have the challenge of unwriting a novel next year because apparently, I'm really good at it.

Um.. I'm getting sick and have been sleeping more often then not lately. Fun stuff.

And I think that might be all.

PS: when I'm older, I wanna get a farm and grow Christmas trees and pumpkins for the holidays. My trees will be in fields and you will need to take either a hay ride or a horse drawn buggy (I've heard of it being done before) to get to the trees, of which you will have to cut on your own. It will be loads of fun and totally cool around the holidays to be so involved in other peoples traditions and happiness (and anger at the holidays because it brings out so much frustration)!

heythere_cole @ 2007-11-19T16:29:00

2007-11-19T21:37:19Z

So, a good couple of years ago, we'll go with about five or six years, I had a dream. Up until just this morning, I completely forgot about this dream.

In the dream, there had been some sort of natural dissaster in some foreign country and I was talking with one of the men who had survived. He had only one leg and he was standing in front of his house which had fallen down because of the dissaster. His family was all behind him and I remember being freaked out by the fact that he had only one leg and yet, he could survive this horrible thing.

This morning, I open the AOL homepage to catch up on my daily news and an article about the Death Toll rising from the Cyclone in Bangladesh appeared first thing. I opened the page because I already had some background on this from a couple of days ago or so. Read the article and then skimmed through the pictures down towards the bottom of the page.

Picture #48, there is the man who I dreamed about all those years ago. It was the exact same man. The only difference was that in my dream, I'm pretty sure he was wearing pants and not a towel around his waist.

Incredibly freaky moment, if I may say so.

http://news.aol.com/story/_a/cyclone-death-toll-tops-3100/20071118072809990001

I don't even have an icon to express this sort of excitement!!!

2007-11-14T23:22:39Z

OMG! I don't know how in the world I'm sitting so calm and cool on the couch. I feel like I'm going to bubble up and burst in excitement.

I'm pretty sure that no one knows that I emailed my mom a few weeks ago and told her that I was going to tour this summer and I would do it no matter what it took. It was what I was going to do.

Well, as fate has it, the lady my mom sits next to at work, Nisaa, wrote a book back in 2001. It was picked up by a real publisher just a while ago and starting this summer, she starts her book signing tour and promotion!!!!

I told my mom to talk to her and tell her that I would be willing to help her out in any way that I can. Of course, my mom laughed at me and told me that she would already have people and that the publishers would be supplying these people. BUT, she talked to her anyway.

And don't you know, that Nisaa does need people. She needs someone to help with arrangements, travel and all sorts of things. And she wants someone who is interested in writing and learning the business. She told my mom that she wants to help me in the career in any way that she can and that she would love to have me on her team.

I emailed her as soon as I read that email and I'll let you all know what she said when she answers me back.

Ahhh! Yaaaaaayyy!

My wavy is going all vision like..

2007-11-13T17:32:38Z

Going to a write-in with Jen today at 4! Going to be tons of fun, just like last week! Great people who we write with.

1.I'm sure we all know what your name is... so, tell us what your boss' name is.
Dan something or other, and he's an asshole!

2. Do you actually read your friend's surveys, or do you just copy paste them and fill them out yourself?
I read them cause you never know what your going to find out about someone. Or who's going to have the wittiest answers.

3. Which is your favorite episode of "I Love Lucy"?
I only remember two of them. The one at the chocolate factory where Lucy can't keep up with the machine. And the vita-veggie-vitamins one. I like them both.

5. Do you consider yourself a deep thinker?
Most of the time, I guess.

6. Name three people who you are closest friends with?
Kitty, Jen Weber and Gin

7. Which one of those three people would you eat first, if you were starving?
Hmm.. Probably Jen Weber cause she's the only one who can't read this.

8. How many red shirts would you say you own, off the top of your head?
Like... five? Maybe?

9. No one cares whether or not you believe in love at first sight... but, do you believe in hate at first sight?
Sure do! But I still give the benefit of the doubt, obviously. I've hated a lot of people before I ever talked to them, like Gin!

10. If you said yes to the last question, do you think that the reason you are so hateful and judgmental is because you didn't receive enough love when you were a child?
No, I recieved plenty of love when I was little. I think it's just because... well, because I don't like certain people.

11. How old will you be in 2021?
34.. I think.

12. Would you rather be tone deaf or color blind?
Hm.. color blind. Theres just something about tone deaf people that drive me up a wall. And really, it's better for all of humanity if I were to be color blind, because they aren't allowed to drive, right?

13. When do you think is the proper time in a relationship to give the other person your business card?
When you meet them and want them to call you to ask them out on a date. After that, like if you had been dating for a month or so, it would just be weird.

14. When you were a kid, which comic strip was your favorite?
Sadly, I didn't read comic strips. I went outside and played and did fun stuff.

15. You can only wear a sock on one foot for the rest of your life... which foot is it ?
The left foot. It gets colder then the right foot in the winter. Strange, but true.

16. How many words can you make out of the letters of your name?
Nicole...
Cole, lice, nice, ice, line, that's all I can get.

17. How do you feel about fake plants?
Sometimes they are nice. Sometimes they are cheesy.

18. What is your obsessive compulsion?
All my food has to be picked into bite sized portions. Everything gets ripped. I don't know why I do it either, but I always have.

19. What do you think the odds are of the person who posted this before you becoming a rock star?
Heh.

20. Do you know what the heck the difference is between the statements "we're just dating" and "we're together"?
Dating is going out to like.. the movies and dinner and things lke that
Together is a little more intimate

21. When you think, do you see the words that you are thinking in your mind, as if they were being written down?
YES! And sometimes I see pictures.

22. If a person is brought up speaking both Spanish and English in equal amounts and equally fluently, which language do they think in?
I really don't know. If they switch back and forth without realizing it when they are speaking, I think they think in both languages in the same way. Other then that, I have no idea because I don't have that problem.

23. Does it make you uncomfortable when people ask you your shoe size?
No, should it?

24. Would you feel guilty about cheating on your taxes if you got away with it?
I don't do my taxes, my mom does them for me. Either still, I don't really know.

25. You are walking on the beach when suddenly you find a genie lamp. You rub it, and out pops the genie. He proclaims that he is so thankful to you for letting him out after thousands of years that he gives you three wishes. What do you think he did with his time while he was in there?
Obviously nothing fun. I think he got a lot of kinks in this neck, probably a couple of sore muscles. Worked on his spells a little bit and make the lamp a little more homey and comfortable for living. I'm sure he was naughty with himself on a few occassions. Maybe he even redecorated a few times. It has to be pretty lonely in the lamp when your alone for thousands of years.

26. If you had braces, would you put little diamonds on your brackets and call them your "grill"?
Of course!

27. You have 24 hours to live... what are you going to wear?!?!?
Clothes, which might make my suite mates happy.

28. Which is worse... someone blowing cigarette smoke in your face, or kissing someone who has dip in their mouth?
Oh, ew. Gross. Kissing someone with dip in their mouth. They are both just gross, but, it's already been in your mouth, swallow before you attack me with your mouth.

29. Had you ever answered any of these questions before?
Heh, no.

30. Have you ever thought about getting your lip pierced?
Yeah, and I'm still thinking about it, but I don't know if I'm going to do it or not.

31. Who were you with last night?
Kenzie and Jen until about midnight. And then just Jen until about two when I crawled out of her room to attack the toilet.

32. What woke you up this morning?
Danielle's feet pounding on the floor. The light and really loud sounds. Being hung over and waking up to that... not fun at all!

33. Have you ever passed out on the bathroom floor?
Yeah, just last night. And then I woke up and passed out on the toilet. I think I drank a litte to much. Oh well.

heythere_cole @ 2007-11-11T00:48:00

2007-11-11T05:50:56Z

So, tonight was very theraputic and highly funny. Remenicing about "the good ol days" and even "the bad ol days" can be more fun then they should.

I laughed so hard tonight, that I'm already starting to lose my voice. Fun stuff.

Thank you, Kitty for the two and a half hour "slightly longer" way home. It was way entertaining.

heythere_cole @ 2007-11-07T12:49:00

2007-11-07T17:50:33Z

So, while we're watching Dancing With the Stars and I tell you that Marie Osmond's daddy died yesterday morning, the correct response is NOT to stare at me mortified that I would say such a thing to you.

Yes, I do understand that your own daddy died in November and with me not trying to be mean, I have to say this to you:

1. It was over fifteen years ago.
2. You were three and had little to no contact with him ever.
3. IT WAS OVER FIFTEEN YEARS AGO AND YOU DIDN'T KNOW HIM!

When one of our friends goes on to talk about how she could go for a drink last night, the correct response is NOT to bark out at her that you don't want to talk about that right now.

Again, I understand that your daddy died and again, with me not trying to be mean, I have to say this to you:

1. It was his personal choice to become a drunk.
2. It was his personal choice to become a druggie.
3. It was over fifteen years ago and you didn't know him!

Yes, I understand that your daddy died, as you can very well see. I'm not telling you not to be upset about it. But seriously, it should not affect everything that you do and think in the month of November.

It should also not compell you to bring back a ouiji board to school to perform seiances outside to try and get the dead nuns in the cemetery to let you talk to your father. That's just weird and freaky and if we're going to do a seiance, it's going to be to contact someone from here not someone who had nothing to do with this place. Thankfully, this was only just talk at three in the morning and no ouiji boards were brought to school.

Honestly, I'm not trying to be the bad guy here. And as much as I want to say get over it, I know thats not the right thing to say, I wont say it. Therefore, I have nothing else to say.

PS: I have new icons! Yay me.

heythere_cole @ 2007-10-18T12:10:00

2007-10-18T16:53:19Z

There is just one teacher who I don't know what I would do without. She's always pushing me to think deeper, think more creatively and she's always trying to challenge me. She has no problem making fun of me, or laughing at me. She's the one who will pull me in front of a class of people I don't know or have anything to do with to tell a story to, because she knows, in some way, I can relate to them.

She loves hearing what I have to say and makes it a point to find me in a crowd. She's so willing to help and her mind is just as creative as mine. She's an absolutely wacky teacher.

Today, at lunch, we got to talking about Christmas and traditions. It's the second time this week that I've brought it up to someone. The first time, I realized how much Christmas has changed for me and that it held no more magic, so it was easier to tell her this today.

She challenged me to make new traditions so that Christmas wouldn't suck again this year. She challenged me into challenging my family. Even more, she challenged me into writing about it. Writing about the one tradition that still continues even now. The one thing I wouldn't let die.

Belvedere

Some traditions come and go, others stay for the long haul. In some way, each of these traditions change you for better or worse. My family was full of traditions ranging from Sunday dinners to Christmas Eve and Day. Sunday dinners, I always got to eat the last of the salad right from the bowl. It's always been that way.

Christmas was always the biggest and best time for traditions with my family. We had so many. You couldn't listen to Christmas themed music until the day after Thanksgiving, no matter when the radio stations started playing it. Buying the tree always made Helen mad. Decorating it was always stressful, and you had to stop in between each thing you did to take a picture. First goes on the tinsel. Picture. Then goes on the lights. Picture. Litte red balls go next. Picture. You get the... picture.

Christmas eve, everyone gathered over at grammy's house and the presents from the family were piled to one side of the tree. They were always the last to get opened on Christmas day. Everyone recieved a pair of pajamas that they got to open and then had to wear to bed that night. Dinner was always a big to-do, even if it was usually just spagetti. Always spagetti because I would make a fuss if it wasn't. And then it was time for bed.

Unlike most families, I would spend Christmas eve night at my grammy's instead of sleeping at my house in my own bed. No, I slept on the floor in the spare room on a blow up mattress. I would never be able to fall asleep until very late at night, even if everyone else was already asleep. And I would also be the first one up in the morning.

Christmas morning was always fun, and equally as stressful for me as getting the tree was for Helen. I had to wait at the top of the stair for what seemed like hours while everyone else went downstairs and told me how many presents there were, that it looked so pretty and that I had to wait just a little longer. More pictures were taken while I walked down the stairs, because you had to catch the initial suprise of seeing all the presents under the tree. Pastries were had around the tree while we opened the presents. And once they were all opened, it was time for breakfast.

For years Christmas went just like that, unchanged, every year. Then my aunt moved out when she got married and part of the tradition changed. After opening the presents and having breakfast, we would spend the rest of the day at her new house. Still fun, even though it was new.

And then my grammy passed away. Everything changed the year after that. Christmas Eve was spent sleeping at my house and instead of spagetti dinners, we had a full Italian dinner with my aunts husbands side of the family. Christmas day and opening presents was still spent between Helen's new house and my aunts. That is, until last year..

Last year, I we still had the full Italian Christmas dinner, but Christmas Eve and opening presents the next morning were done at my house. With just my mom. The horrible part was, my mom slept over at her boyfriends and I woke up alone in the house on Christmas day. We didn't even have a tree. We hadn't had a tree since grammy passed away. Even at Helen's. All we had was one of those foot tall plug ins with the fake lights around it. It wasn't anywhere close to what I wanted.

So that year, I made my own tradition. Christmas Eve night, when I was all alone in the house, I made my own Christmas tree. Yes, I made a christmas tree. Out of crayons and computer printer paper. I put the presents out under that and then went to bed. It still wasn't what I wanted when I woke up the next morning, everything had changed. But that paper tree that took me two hours to make, that put a smile on my face and that was enough.

Out of all these years though, one thing remained a constant. Belvedere.

Belvedere is my Christmas reindere. He has shiny red antlers and shiny red hooves. He has been my Christmas tree ornament since as long as I can remember. I have pictures from my first Chrismas putting Belvedere up on the tree. Every year, I would put him on the tree, then my mom would put her ornament up and then my aunt would put up the angel. But Belvedere was mine, and mine alone.

The year when we had the foot high light up tree, I stuck Belveder on one of it's little branches for the season. And last year, on my paper tree, I stuck a printed out version of my reindere on the tree and the real thing was placed on the table until the fake tree. Belvedere has constantly been there for me, every Christmas. And he will always be there, even when I have no hope for something better this year. New traditions may come and go. Some may stick. But I will always have my Belvedere.

heythere_cole @ 2007-10-13T00:04:00

2007-10-13T04:08:30Z

How exactly is one supposed to take it when they are told that their suitemate had a sex dream about them? Does it change things when the suitemate who had the dream is a lesbian? And has a long-term girlfriend?

heythere_cole @ 2007-10-10T01:29:00

2007-10-10T05:37:32Z

I honestly recommend this book to anyone and everyone. I am absolutely in love with it. It almost rivals HP, it's just that good.

I haven't let it leave my sight for three days because I've been so addicted to it. I'm horribly sad that I finished it because now... the magic is over. And now, I can't sleep because I'm so anxious to finish classes tomorrow so that I can go and get the second book so that I can bring the magic back.

Not sure if that made much sense, but I'm sure if you've ever been so into something, you've been sad to see it end. I know almost all of you were the same way with the Harry Potter series. It's the same way I felt about this book. I don't know how to REALLY explain it though. Go read it and understand!

In all honesty though, the main character kind of reminds me of my Anthony. But I wont say much more then that, as now there is incentive for you all to go out and read it. I'll let you know that it highly involves vampires though!

Go read it.

heythere_cole @ 2007-10-06T16:48:00

2007-10-06T21:02:28Z

So, I don't know if I mentioned yet that I am taking dance classes? Tap, actually. Completely and totally fun. I'm the youngest in the class. The first day I went, I was the only one without tap shoes and the only one wearing tights and a skirt. I was also the only one without a daughter in one of the other classes. It was totally kick ass and I can't wait until Tuesday when I get to go again.

I also went to a haunted hayride. It was supposed to be America's scariest. If that's America's scariest, maybe I have to leave the country to find something that really scares me. It was the crappiest place I have ever been to. The hayride and the two walk throughs. Crappy! And I lost $7. So I was broke, and my wallet was hurting from it.

I'm thinking of jumping in my car and getting on the highway and just driving to where ever it takes me. You usually find really cool things by doing that. Or I'll sit in my room and watch tv for a couple of hours before passing out. But there is no coolness in that, or anything to make Vanni jealous, and therefore, not worthy.

heythere_cole @ 2007-10-04T00:23:00

2007-10-04T04:23:50Z

I'm tired of hearing that I don't appreciate what I have because I don't want to associate myself with my father. It's not even a complete personal choice, it was more or less forced on me. So please don't give me your sob story about how you were kept from your alcoholic father because your mother didn't trust him and how he died, or rather, killed himself because he was depressed. It's not my fault that you were deprived of an actual birth father, but had a step-father your whole life. Someone who still cared and loved for you.

Don't tell me that I don't appreciate something that I've never really had. Something that I couldn't control. Your father loved you. Your step father loved you. My father loved himself and didn't want to get involved with a baby so he walked out. My father didn't love me enough to stick around and raise me. When my father came back into my life, he tolerated me for a mere months before he grew tired and left again. So I don't want to hear it. If I had a father who was there and loved me, I would appreciate every second of time I had with him.

Just because you only see your side and your story, doesn't mean that there aren't other stories out there. I never had something that I could appreciate, and you take advantage and don't cherish what you were given. So I don't want to hear this shit that I am in the wrong for not loving my dad. I don't want to head that I am in the wrong because I don't want to talk to him.

So telling me that I don't appreciate something that I've never known and telling me that I am in the wrong because of it, all your doing is upsetting me.

P.S. My sister looks just like me. I found pictures of her on my aunts myspace recently.