[23 Dec 2009|03:50pm] hi, livejournal. It's me, nicki. 002 x

[22 Sep 2006|03:19pm] [ mood | crappy ] narcotics, sleep, puke, repeat. 001 x

[04 Sep 2006|07:48pm] I am holding my breath. x

[29 Aug 2006|10:48pm] This past half of a week has been like trying to scrape the remaining peanut butter out of the bottom of the jar and attempting to spread it onto the end piece of the only loaf of bread in the cabinet. It tastes the same, but it's unfulfilling knowing that you couldn't have more if you wanted it. x

[11 Aug 2006|12:55am] nineteenseventysomething. 002 x

pinhole camera, bedroom style. [09 Aug 2006|10:43am] [ mood | afuckingmazed. ] This morning I made a camera obscura out of my bedroom. I taped sheets of construction paper over my window and covered it with tinfoil, and then I cut a bottle-cap sized hole through each of them, so that the only light in the room was coming through the hole. It didn't really seem to work at first, but I realized that if I held a piece of paper a few feet away from the hole, I could angle it however I wanted to see different things in my backyard. Something moved along the wall over bed, though, and it caught my eye. I could totally see my mom outside mowing the lawn. On my wall. Upsidedown. (I think I need a magnifying glass or a real lens to fix that), but my bedroom is a camera! Somebody get a huge roll of film! x

what are you doing hanging out with me? [05 Aug 2006|06:46pm] Thursday I went to see The Full Monty at the Cape Rep Theater, and it was crazy and made me really nervous and lived up to its title. Oharra, Andrew, Will, Devon and I were all in the front row and got clothes thrown at us, and a guy in assless chaps grabbed my hand and took me onstage to dance with him. Terry invited us to free ice cream at her café with the cast afterward, which was nice because we all got to sit and talk. Friday I worked, like always, but in the morning when I was setting up, I saw a guy who had been in the play the night before, and he recognized me and came in to say hello because he was waiting for them to make his coffee next door. He was maybe 30 or so. I hate to sound like another girl who makes fast judgments and always thinks somebody is hinting (isn't that effing obnoxious?), but his backdoor compliments made me nervous and wish that Joe would hurry up with his goddamn mocha latté. The rest of the day was as expected. It thundered and I finished Invisible Monsters, it cleared up and I left at 4:00 instead of 6:00 to play our show at the senior center. Today I worked again, and it was a beautiful day so everything was mostly dead. I tried to work on my summer reading, but I was really just looking at the words instead of reading them. You know, like when the pages keep turning but you're not really soaking any of it up. Not good! The magazine I have to read is better at keeping my attention. Two wiggers and an Australian came in at one point and wouldn't go away. They kept asking me what I thought about everything they tried on and if I thought they were cute. They weren't and they wouldn't leave, so I had to keep laughing at them and pretended to be cleaning and/or moving things and/or reading my magazine. I feel like I have been attracting a lot of negative attention lately.. x

[02 Aug 2006|10:27pm] [ mood | sleepy ] Alllright. This morning I sat around and waited (without much anticipation) for my appointment with the oral surgeon. The first thing I saw walking into the waiting room, was Abby Clearly. She kind of stumbled out of one of the examening rooms with her cheeks all swollen, just totally sedated. She said hi to me and was asking me a bunch of questions, but I couldn't make out a word of what she said. The poor thing, she must have been pretty out of it. They had her go into the other room to lay down. It made me nervous just to look at her, and my wisdom teeth weren't even what I was being seen about. Anyway, they called me in and said the doctor would see me shortly. The doctor comes in, and he's middle aged, but really on the younger side of middle aged, like right before you're about to go over the hill and all your hair is still the right color and everything, and he doesn't say much. He does, however, tell me to open up, and has probably the least gentle mannerisms I've ever been faced with. His hands are in blue latex and he's kind of got them both plunged into my mouth. Like, really, plunged. I almost wanted to spit them out to tell him to be more gentle. He takes a look at the side of my tongue that I have this dumb habit of biting when I'm frustrated, the reason I'm there, and says it's nothing before spitting out a lot of totally undecodable jargon and starting to poke at my wisdom teeth. Noootttt why I'm here. He immediately says that, despite that my dentist says otherwise, all four of these babies are going to have to come out, and soon. They take a couple x-rays just to be sure, and show me this really goofy video about all the potential risks and side effects of the surgery (which includes the idea that "in rare cases" it can potentially be fatal! Oh god!) while they develop. And I've decided already that I don't like him. His hands! He's too rough. And the fact that his reasoning for the proceedure is that I'm going to "have trouble keeping them clean", makes me think he's just trying to get our money. Regardless, I guess I'm going to have it done in September. I guess it's fine, though, because most people I know go through it or have, and they've all made it out alive. Blah. Anyway, I headed to Patrick's afterward, and Devon showed up. We went swimming in the lake, which was sooo nice because it was so hot. We watched The Rocky Horror Picture Show back at Pat's house after our swim, because he'd never seen it and because he's going to be Rocky when they do it at the theater in the fall. I think it made him nervous. We got dinner at some place with weird Asian cuisine and went down to Inman Rd Beach for a while. It was dark and sort of raining, but we went swimming and the water was really warm. I just took a shower and I'm soo tired. Sleep will be nice if it ever cools off. x

sitting on the shoreline trying to figure it out [01 Aug 2006|10:10pm] [ mood | hooooottttttt ] Hi! Hereee's the deal. I'm getting tired of this friends-only stuff. Just, to be honest, I really don't have any secrets, and the truth of the matter is that I kind of miss making stupid day-to-day "and then and then and then" posts about everything. So this is it. I'm going to keep track of things for a while. No ridiculous metaphors and no glossing things over. Lately I've only been writing about the things that are a big deal, and those are the things that I'm probably going to remember anyway. Today I worked, and it went by a lot faster than my past couple shifts have seemed to. I started reading "Invisible Monsters", and got through a little more than half of it while I was there. It's really good, so far, and it's the first/only thing I've ever read by Chuck Palanuik. I kind of want to read Fight Club, too, but after this I'm going to need to do my summer reading. After work I sat around for awhile, had dinner with my mom here and then went to run through the set for Friday's show with Julie and Pat. We rehearsed yesterday, too, and it's wicked nice to be able to run through our stuff with drums for a change. The show is at the senior center in Yarmouth, and I think it's with the same bands that play at every local show, so it'll be fun. The practice was short and Pat drove me home, but it's wayyyy too hot in my house without any air conditioning tonight. Almost as soon as I got here I knew I had to get out, so I took a walk down to the beach by myself. It was nice. I went to Inman Road instead of Belmont, because as lame as it sounds, I do kind of think of Inman Road as "my beach", mostly because I always go there when I'm alone. I sat in the life gaurd chair for a while and decided that I like the way the moon always looks like somebody just went and stuck it up there. It really does. Also, I think my constellation will be coming back soon, which is good but which also means the summer is going to be ending soon. I just sort of watched the sky for a while before heading back. I'm afraid that I'm going to become too comfortable with doing things alone. I just don't want to wind up as always being satisfied with only my own company all of the time. I need other people. Tomorrrowwww it is up and at 'em and to the scary oral surgeon's office. Ugh. We'll see how this goes. x

Battle of the Bands, 3.31.06. [01 Apr 2006|12:08pm] [ mood | cheerful ] Listen!! The Historical District Julie and I;  Someone to Hate, I Do. Two Girls and a Boy Taylor-Guitar Maria-Violin, Harmony Vocals Myself-Piano, Vocals; Cover of "Dust in the Wind" by Kansas 001 x

[01 Jan 2006|05:27pm] [ mood | like new. ] Hello, 2006!! Looks like I have already broken my resolution to not be such a camera whore! 003 x

[31 Aug 2005|04:35pm] [ mood | content ] The breakdown. A: H HAP; Carnathan B: H Engish; Leahy C: Imaginary Worlds (WHAT!); Koscher D: H French 3; Pelton E: Concert Band; Pendleton F: H US History; Carleton G: AlgebraII&Trig; Corna 007 x

[29 Aug 2005|08:37pm] ( photos!!Collapse ) Band Camp, etc. 003 x

so love me now. [22 Jul 2005|10:35am] [ mood | sick. ] I swear that I'm dying. 002 x

[29 Jun 2005|01:10pm] Bonjour, été. 005 x

[22 Jun 2005|04:29pm] [ mood | hot and exhausted! ] Did I mention that, at work on Sunday, a man waiting on his wife to pick out a pair of $10 sun glasses, stopped and asked, "is this your CD?", and pointed to the air. I told him it was. He said he liked it very much, and asked to see the jacket. I handed him Rilo Kiley's "More Adventurous", and he examined it for a bit before giving it back with a funny look. I smiled, and they left without buying anything. x

promenade two-thousand five [15 May 2005|02:12pm] ( prompromprompromprompromprompromCollapse ) I think it's safe to say that the night was absolutely beautiful. Unforgettable, to say the least. 006 x

[20 Apr 2005|06:38pm] Attention!! For anyone who reads this, or who cares at all, all photographs and/or bad art will be posted now and forever in paintispeeling. Lovely! 001 x

[17 Apr 2005|10:17pm] 006 x

I could be another fool, or an exception to the rule. [11 Apr 2005|09:55pm] [ mood | exhausted ] Even though "lovely monday" is an oxymoron, I'm still terribly happy that the weekend from hell has ended. Today Brian, Nico and I snuck out of health kinda to watch the honors film disaster that we made. There were planes all in the background of the dialogue and it made me laugh. Mrs. Smith called me well-spoken and I think I said thanks. This is the most perfect spring, even at 44°. Especially in the afternoon. I'm not good at adjusting to change. I'm trying to be better. I'd also like to add that working a lightboard isn't so hard. Although, I could probably deal without the twenty minute interrogations about recording music that the sound designer is always starting every time he sees me alone. He wants to come see The Historical District play a show. Beth called him creepy and I agreed. I think. I'm never coming back. 003 x

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