Colton Harris-Moore

aka the Barefoot Bandit.

Alright so this is a guy who is what, 18? And he is notorious and I am in love with him.

I first heard of him the other day. He is a fugitive. He grew up with his single mother and he steals airplanes and boats and cars and I knowww this sounds bad and stuff but ohmigosh he is like a modern-day outlaw! Like Robin Hood or a rogue cowboy. He's been caught or almost caught sooo many times but even with so many police searching for him with helicopters and infra-red cameras and all that he stilllll gets away. Ohmigosh I just wanna marry him. I like, wish that he was MY outlaw and that we would have secret rendezvous in which I would bring him baskets of food and like, a train ticket or something and then we would kiss passionately before he ran away to the unknown because like, it would be too dangerous for me to know because I could be like, interrogated. Seriously. And he wants to get rich and then come back for his mom and then take her to somewhere where they'll be free! Gahhhh he is SUCHH a good son!

And they call him the Barefoot Bandit because he works with bare feet. And he leaves a mark. He draws two bare feet to show that it was him that did whatever crime he did.

Gahh I just love him. He sounds SOOO romantic!

So I have a new life goal. To meet him and become one of his best friends.

How I feel right now part 2

Ok so, I try really reallyyy hard to be nice to people. Whenever I want to say something mean to someone I think to myself, "somewhere out there is a mother who loves this annoying piece of crap, so I should be nice because it would hurt her feelings if I was mean." and usually that works. But there are just some people who get under my skin in such a major way that, given the opportunity, I would smash a bucket of rocky road ice cream on them while they take their prom pictures. Seriously.

I think it is not that hard to not be a butthead. Just be nice, don't say every single stupid obnoxious thing that pops into your head, smile occasionally, compliment others. These are the four things you must do if you wish for everyone in the world to not hate you. And you can do them. It's not like I'm asking you to climb Everest with a camel on your back.

There are some things that you just shouldn't do. I could list them all buuuttt I don't feel like it. However, many people know these rules to live by, and they still break them. It's like ehmagoshh youre a rebel, congratulations! Not. Stop trying to create a roadblock on my highway to happiness you a-hole.

The End. Hmph.

How I feel right now

This is how I feel right now....

I feel mad. I am mad at several people. Top of the list is my English teacher. I like her well enough, but holy cow we have this 10-12 page research paper due tomorrow. wtf. tomorrow. the first day back from Spring Break. NEWSFLASH:: we're seniors. the end. do you nottt get this??

I'm also mad at myself. I had all Spring Break to do this, but I didn't because I thought it was due Wednesday. Nope :(

I'm mad at the fact that time will not take a break for like, 16 hours for me. 16 hours! that's all I need! I would use the time very wisely! I would use three or so more to write this paper, 20 more minutes after that to do stuff for intern/mentor, 20 minutes to shower and ready myself for bed, and then the rest of the time to sleep. Then after 16 hours the clock would start again and I would sleep some more and then wake up and go to seminary and then go to school all fresh-faced and pretty and stuff and not tired!

OMG ANOTHER REASON WHY IM MAD::

my make-up bag is missing. Like, wtf??? it's MINE. I have lost more make-up bags than is legal. This is unfair. I leave them somewhere and they run away from me. Well excuse me but I like you, not sure why you don't like me. Stupid make-up bag.

Also, why can't Justin Bieber be in love with me? Like, why not?

I'm also mad at myself for not writing my missionaries for two weeks. I suck :(

I am happy that ke$ha sings that song, "your love is my drug." I think it is very cute and I love it lots.

Like, its 2:14 am, and I just watched the Valentine's Day trailer. Can I gettt any more ironic??

Ok this is not that hard. I can concentrate on this. I knoww I'm gonna hate myself if I don't. Ugh I hate school.

Because your love your love your love is my drug! Your love your love your love....is my drug!

"New Coat"

So I just realized that I get called my name far less than I get called one of the following;

~ New Coat

I have no idea where this even came from. My Aunt Carol started calling me it and I was like ok. But then everyonee in my family started calling me it. I was like, I am not a piece of clothing! Not even a new piece of clothing.

~ E Coli Emishi (E coal-E Em-E-shi)

This one I came up with. One day I was recordiong the Nancy Drew Mystery story hour for my Mom and I realized that it needed some spicing up. I decided that an opera singer would do the trick. So for some odd reason the first name that came to my mind was E Coli Emishi. Don't ask me why. And no, there is no connection between this and the fact that when I was little I had e. coli. They are not even pronounced the same.

~ Nico (knee-koh)

I think this was my first nickname. It was the beginning of Super Nico and Nico Wondergirl. Only my parents call me this.

~ Nink (neink....I dont even know how to describe this one. It's like "mink" but with an n.)

My absolute favorite one. I love this nickname. It really frustrates me that I can't spell it. My Dad started this one by going, "Nink Nink, nah-Nink Nink." And I'd go, "Dah-dah, da Dah-dah." I used to love it because I thought my parents only used it when they were happy with me, so it was associated with good memories. But I realized recently that they use it when they are ill-disposed towards me, too. Kind of a bummer. Only my parents call me this.

~ Super Nico and Nico Wondergirl

When I was little, my Dad was the Tickle-Monster and the only thing that could save my poor, defenseless civilian sisters was me, Super Nico!

~ P

Mostly the sisters and I say this, and sometimes my Mom joins in. Sometimes people at school say it, too. It means pretty! :)

~ Princess

Carlos started this one last year. I was never really interested in Disney Princesses until last year, when I wrote a persuasive essay about why I should be a Disney Princess. my class loved it and I was told many times that I would make a jolly good Princess. How lovely. Then, at the end of last year, Carlos started calling me "Princess." I guess a lot of people caught on because now many people call me Princess. It is one of my proudest achievements :)

Alright so I really don't mind all this. I love nicknames. But really, if I did not have the idea firmly in my head that my name was Nicole, I would go a little crazy. If I were a baby, I would have no idea what my name was.

Good-bye March!

And good riddance. This has got to be the worst month of the year. March never shuts up. It just keeps going and going and never gives us a break. Thank heavens today is the last day of it. But of course it wouldn't be a day in March without a ginormo list of things to do....

~ Band

Practice for chair placement. And howw many chair placements does this make??? I am not practicing tonight because I left my flute at the school. Get at me.

~ WHAP

Three homeworks I do believe. But today I got my gradesheet and it says I'm missing like, a billion homeworks which is nottt legit. Whatever. I hate WHAP. Like so much.

~ Anatomy

Bring in a composition notebook because pig dissection starts tomorrow! I'm kinda excited :) And did you notice that tomorrow is not March anymore?? Yeah, that's because if we started the pig dissection in March it would SUCK, but because it starts in April I think we'll be good.

~ English

Stupid essay. English is so gay.

~ Intern Mentor

I deserve to be shot for taking this class. Display board plan, abstract, final paper with mentor comments and hours sheets for February and March. HA.

~ Misc

Of course no day would be complete without the Music Department breathing down my neck. I still need to turn in senior pics and paper for slideshow. Yes I know it's late. One word: Senior.

So that's the end of this post and the beginning of a late night. Yee-haw.

In My Head

Ok so this post is dedicated to my personal feel-good things :)

Songs

In My Head Jason Derulo

Miracles Happen Myra

Beautiful Akon

Miss Independent Ne-yo

Taylor Swift. 'nuff said.

The One Backstreet Boys

So Magical Martina McBride

Smells

Love Spell Victoria's Secret

Freshly-cut grass

Blue Knob (yes it does have a smell)

Snow (that has a smell, too)

New school supplies

Activities

Reading

Writing

Sighing

Napping

Cleaning room (after the room is clean you feel better)

Practicing flute

Crimping hair

Painting nails

Talking with friends

Shoe shopping (money is necessary)

One Spot at Target :) :) :) :)

Smiling! :D :P :) ;)

Justin Bieber

I love this boy.