Teehee.:3

Name: Nikko

Age: …*dot dot dot*

Likes: Cheesecake, music music MUSIC<3(yeah rock! Woot indie!) quotes, making or eating desserts of any kind (mmm. Coooookies), glasses (though I tend to wear my contacts more), photography, sarcasm, video games, comics (esp. online ones- 8-Bit, represent!), commentating( I’m one of those people who makes commentaries through bad movies but sings right along to concerts) people, making people laugh, accents, discounts, good artists with humor as well as drama (cite: Endling or ursulav a la Deviantart), prospect of artificial intelligence, comedy (especially british or stand-up), strong characters/personalities, silliness, people who can make me laugh, emoticons :3 (to the point of overusage)

Dislikes: Myself (typically), people, horror or romantic comedies *shudder*, pictures of meself, overly perverse people when it’s not funny (there’s a running joke that I’ve got castration devices…and use them frequently), bad/stereotypical OC characters, my lack of rhythm when it comes to dancing, that I’ll die one day(and how it’ll happen), stereotypes and sports/exercise, the very possible future of me ending up as one of those old, alone cat-ladies.

Hobbies: Ranting (so I’ve been told), watchin’ cartoons, being on the computer, RP, thinking, doodling… I’m rather boring, I’ll admit.;p

Talents? Extreme sarcasm, extremely thrifty(?), always having a comment for everything, writing(RP-wise) and doodling, to a degree, extreme procrastination/paranoia, wise (yet extremely socially stupid), musically inclined (can sing fair, play piano, and recently started guitar lessons- YOU’RE NEXT, BASS.) can recover quickly from so many years being physically and verbally accident-prone.

Optimistic or Pessimistic: While you call it “pessimist”, I prefer the term “realist.”
”The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds, and the pessimist fears this is true.“ - James Branch Cabell

Mature or immature: That really, really depends on the company. I’ll be what I can, or whatever the other person’d most enjoy.:3

Leader or follower: Ehm. Typically happy being a follower who supplies the wisecracks… typically end up being the leader against my will (because everybody else is an iiiiidiot). Ideally, Second Place is the way to be. Don’t run things but you still help. You’re good at what you do, but you’re not the one singled out by the entire world. Lack of paparazzi.

Red, Blue, or Other? BLOO. :D

Write a small paragraph about anything else you would like us to know:
Hrm. I’m a lot of things simultaneously, which is why personality quizzes/ratings highly interest me. I’m a sort-of balancer around people as I don’t have a solid personality for myself. Maybe it’s just one of those teenage-years coming-of-age things all future mass-murdering lunatics/philosophers go through. *shrug* There’s either very little I express or much too much emotion at once. Either way, I never, NEVER know when to shut the hell up, even after people tell me to.>> Including when to stop chewing into other people to shut the hell up. It’s silly. I’m a combination eager, yet naïve volunteer-worker and a lazy, commanding asshat. Also, the smart people use guns n’ magic instead of bigass swords right up in the enemy’s faces. Unless it’s sneaky, stabbity-death. That is perfectly legal.
(If you haven’t guessed by me saying this half a dozen times, I’m especially sarcastic, but really I just love to joke around;3)

What's up with this Letters thing lately? In the past week I've heard from three different guys how they've confessed they like someone via love letter. One rambled, knowing the girl previously liked him but unsure now- another, making a short letter which not a sentence after spitting out the meaning of it proceeded to wangst about himself being stupid and pathetic. GREAT way ta sell yourself, bub.
The third guy, I don't know. He's some kid on the football team who from what I can tell is the sort who has enough brain to pass an English class without cheating as well.

But still, back to this. WTF? What's with the letters? I'm sure the delivery would be awkward- and are you so insecure ou can't speak facetoface?

Now, this is me kind of punching myself in the face. The guy last year who approached me all nervous immediately made ME horribly nervous and act like an utter IDIOT- and I didn't even know who the kid was.

But can you IMAGINE how weird it would be to read a letter from some random kid confessing his crushamania? I mean, I'm sure you could utilize the internet for that, but I'm deviating from the point of this. What the hell would they say back? How many of them do you think are just so at a loss- or disgusted- that they don't even reply back at ALL? And next time you pass that kid in the hallway things are gonna get REAL awkward REAL fast.

Teenage love is a pain in the ass anyways. Glad I don't have to deal with it- it's a perk of being invisible.:D

However, that doesn't get me away from @#(*)_@#*_@#* homework. @#(*)@#*()&#*()@ HOMEWORK IN EVERY SUBJECT. I have been looking for DAYS for anything even RELATED to greek prisoners and slaves- and I'm finding NOTHIN'. Wikipedia, you PHAIL ME. PHAIIIIL

And because I need somethign meemememememe in here to make it bloggish enough to justify this livejournal: I think I'm going certifiably crazy. I mean, out-of-touch-with-reality crazy. I've been saying shit and nobody gets it. I've said 'nevermind' in the past month than I had all last YEAR. NOBODY gets what I'm saying, and I don't say half what I think. It's just a convoluted mess with allusions nobody gets and it's like I'm speaking a different language. I mean I've always had trouble understanding little things everyone else understands immediately, but... really. And I think my twitching and eyesight and dizziness is worsening. I hate warm weather.

On that note (or not), I got some forms from Deer Valley. Hmm, would it REALLY be a good idea for me to be on staff there?
Sure, why the hell not.

Oh. And Happy birthday to me. Well, last wednesday anyways.

Im' an angry little girl in these things.

So.
We meet again.

I must be bored, right?

...yep.


SO I can't swear until the 15th (my birthday, as none of you'd know). I have this little bet going on I can't make it two weeks.
I failed the first day.
And the second.
Now on the third, I haven't reallllly slipped... well not really. Ahem.

but yes. i'm hoping i can make it 'cause my mouth it just like whoa filth.

i am tired.

I probably have a hojillion different things I could say that would be INTERESTING, but, really, I can't think of any right now. Meh.

Wow, my journals are whiny and stupid. Kinda like most other people's, huh? Go figure, me in the majority.

Yanno?

Stuff's happened.

Nothing dramatic, nothing angsty. It's just kinda... happened.

Man do I wish I had an animation program.

Where the FUCK is my Mars Volta CD?!


AREA CODE YOU ARE IN RIGHT NOW:
...

BIRTHDAY:
February 15th.

CURRENT CRUSH:
None. No crushes. I don't have them. ever.
S'ok. I'm not-loved back.
Hoo-ray, unintentional celibacy.

DRINK (FAVOURITE):
Mmf. Idunno, but I'm wanting that one funny-tasting drink from long ago as a child in those cheap plastic cups... with the funny smell. I will never forget the funny smell.
Red Bulls are god, but I've only had about 4 in my life. Sugarless type, please.
Hot Chocolate has been my master lately, though. Fuggin' high prices for wings, I tell ya. You go fly 'cause your pocketbook lightens hella for one. Beh.

RANDOM FACT (THAT NO ONE KNOWS):
...

Yanno?

Finally figured out why I can't keep one of these things.

1. I'm too damn lazy.

2. I'd rather pretend to write it in my head. It sorts stuff out but I /really/ don't care enough to record the minutes of my daily life.() Plus I forget it all- see? Not so important.

3. Don't I actually have /real/ friends to talk to as opposed to just blah-whining it all down here?O.o Just a thought.

Oh! I'm in NaNoWriMo. I have no plot, I have no characters. I don't even have a goddamned setting. I do, however, have a single black line. It's already the third day.
50k, bizzatches.

I want Flash. I don't care what kind, but newer would be better.

I want to learn how to animate. I want to make little things bounce across the screen, even as a hobby. It would be fun.

Unfortunately, it sounds like it's a damn expensive deal. Great....><

I want an animation program. I want to learn. I want to learn SO much... I have no free time but I want to.

...but then again, I also wish openCanvas 4+ wasn't expired right now and spazzing out on me every ten seconds, but that's what I get...

I waaaaaaaaaaant it.

So it's my great-grandparent's 70th anniversary.
We have a relative from abroad staying with us tonight. We are also taking pictures.
This, of course, means we children of the household are thrown into a frenzy of 'do this do that I told you this for DAYS take a shower conform to the dresscode I set so that we're all matching idiots bla bla bla' (note on that last one; I never do. Heh.)...
And so we have to take showers.

One, single little brother. that's the only sibling I have.
And yet...

So! I clean the bathroom, my room, the computer room etc. etc. in case he happens to GLANCE in because god FORBID he should see a mess. I tell brother-o-mine to get in first, if you please, 'cause I'm cleaning up stuff and... stuff. He says he never heard her say that. I tell it to him again, in case he missed it the first time around- and I'm actually being nice at this point. He goes in about three minutes, hops into this 'quick shower' we're supposed to have.

Fifteen minutes later, the water's still running.
Knowing our lack of time, I knock on the door and tell him SEVERAL times to please hurry up (it takes knocking on the door 5 times and yelling in 4 to get his attention). He says he doesn't hear me. I say it again. Still doesn't. I just shout to get OUT.

He says 'O-KAY', and then under his breath does that little thing useless people do. You know, talking to yourself with a voice so low the speaker thinks nobody else can hear them in that cocky 'you-are-so-below-me-rawr' voice. So the little 12-year-old punk calls me a bitch.
Or, rather, 'YOU'RE such a bitch." Derogatory comments always start with 'you're-such-a'. I don't know why. Chew and spit education.

Did I forget to mention that from the minute Sean got in, my mother has been randomly shouting upstairs 'Is everybody ready? Everyone showered? Get ready! We have to look nice!"
To which I respond to, in sequence, "Sean JUST got in the shower", "No, I haven't gotten IN yet because HE went first", "NO, he's not OUT yet", "I HAVEN'T TAKEN A SHOWER!"... later on this repeats, just five minutes after I yell in to Sean.
"You haven't yet? Then tell him to get out!"
"I DID. That was five MINUTES ago!"
The water's stopped by now, I tell him to PLEASE hurry up and therefore he mutters 'you're such a fag'.

...Tell me if that makes any sense whatsoever.

Three more minutes after THAT, I finally get in (coupled with him saying "You're such a...a.. stupid idiot" or something when he passes by), taking six minutes in all. That's, what, a 45-minute total?

First, I see the plunger I used to fight with the toilet yesterday because something that wasn't supposed to be in there mysteriously clogged the pipes for a good twenty tries. I find this on the floor.
I stomp downstairs and put this away, for I dislike piss-and-poo linoleum greasing the bottoms of my feet, don't you? Not that it's so hard to put away a plunger, but hey. Since when does our princess touch such LABOR?
I open the lid to the toilet to see that the brat didn't even FLUSH. Wtf?
That's about the eighth time this month. I shout about both and get nothing but a mother wanking to shower already and that I should have put it away earlier, despite only waking up an hour or two ago. (Sean's whining to nobody again behind his oft-locked door as mi madre y yo argue.)
Open the shower, and I find my lil' scrubby-loofah-thing (idunno, we just have them in there. They match the decor, or something.) at the drain, soaked in what I sorely hope is only water and mine own skin cells. I find this body scrubbing economy-sized bottle we have (Freesia or something) next to it. Sean's is absolutely dry.
...Mine is usually on the other side of the tub from that. Now why is it there?
I remember the water being off a good seven minutes of Sean's lets-not-conserve-hot-water-for-the-clothes-we're-going-to-wash-when-you-get-out escapade.

I yank out his loofahthingy.

Now, I'm not saying that I dunked it into his piss and shoved it into his sink, but that STILL could be a possible reason why his black scrub-on-a-rope is partly warm and has puddles of yellow around it.

Mhmm, someone's going to /love/ staying at our house.

EDIT NOTE: Oh, yeah! Found out my 11-year-old japanese friend in california with the abusive mother tried to suicide for the fourth time today. Hmm.
I would've updated sooner, but school has eaten my life like no other. Whee!

hey. promised myself I'd update sometime so here 'tis.

Mmm... school started last week. I've had absolutely NO time to myself. At all. I've been either workingworkingworking on this or that or some other project- 90% of the time for school. Sucks, man.
They screwed up my schedule, too, in more ways than once. I've ranted enough about that in real life to care anymore...
Got Gym last for the first half again- rrgh. Len's in there, but she's just, er, y'know. Broken leg or somethingorother, so she can't do anything. AND YET SHE STILL IS ON THE TRACK TEAM AND LEAVES ME TO THAT WALK ALL ALONE. EVERY DAY. WHAT THE HELL.
yeah yeah yeah you can do it later in the year but just not now bla bla bla... don't wanna hear it.

Laura & Tab are nuts. It's either Laguna Beach Laguna Beach Laguna Beach French or Laguna Beach IN French. They wish that I had like at least ONE of the two to talk about, but guess not. Bah. Just to see what it's even about (I saw a passing-by explanation and am not thrilled) I swore to them that if they give me a burned DVD of their season DVD (they BOTH have them), then I'll watch every episode. I'll even go through the bonus features. Yes, the BONUS features.
Heh. They'll never give it.

Went to the Renaissance-or-whatever Festival yesterday. Fell down again. Thanks to the harsh rocks on the hill and amassed amount of dirt and teh fact we were on our way to watch the MUD PIT show (ugh) my knee is now a black, throbbing mass of scrapes. Oh, and my skin was in ribbons. I had to use an antibacterial wipe to try and stem the flow and clean out some of the dirt wedged beneath the thick flaps of skin. You can imagine how fun THAT feels when we play Flag Football in PE. WHEE.

What's WITH Flag Football, anyways? Every year, either someone gets a concussion, at least one person's pants rip up the side... or both. And y'know what? They're always on my team. Wtf.

Anywho, show's coming on. I'm actually tired for once...

The most important rule of seeming intelligent:

Don't try to sound wise. Or deep. Thoughts you think sound smart are usually as deep as a cereal box.

Also, I hate the human brain. damn damn damn damn damn damn DAMN it.

School started Monday. First time I've found that isn't occupied by work...
Finished the collage due tomorrow and the math homework, now just gotta write an entire paper about 3 of my life's "passions" (ha! Like I have meaning like that) and ... stuff.

i hate memory too. it hates me too.

am I really that annoying?

addicted to mars volta and fading...

Been SO unimaginably busy lately. Lately being the, er,... past 2, 3 weeks?()
So, I'll chop up the weeks into shorter amounts, with max of 5 syllables per sentence (any numbers don't count, 'cause... I say so! :P). Abbreviations=1 syllable. Shh, I'm allowed to cheat. Go.

1ST WEEK: vacation! 1st, aunt's summer house. Slept out in hammock.^^ 2 nights- w/ much bug bites. Covered up, but... ~18 on legs; 14 on back.
The sleep was worth it.
Next: Ocean City, MA. Sis' friend's mom's beach house. Went on boardwalk, once. Saw guy in JtHM SHIRT!! Squee...~! Caramel apples=smex. Went to beach, also. Got sunburned. Everywhere. Ow. Boogeyboarded, though. Drowned often. Waves = merciless; FUN!
Need a tighter top.
Also tried shrimp. And fried scallops. And lobster (again). And rockfish (good stuff!).
Ride home= EIGHT HOURS LONG. Had good Taco Bell. Hour long jam after. Poo-Bag joke is born.
...Please, don't ask. You don't want to.
Moolatte`s...evil.

2ND WEEK: played 'catch-up'. So much stuff to do... Downloaded 'Squee!' books! Also, 'I Feel Sick'. Plus a lot of Muse. Weakerthans, too. Idunno why. I need more music. Feels like "OMG ur goth!". Or...something. This 5-syll. count sucks. Eh, whatever.
I WANT THE SPOOKY TOY!T_T
Other stuff, can't recall. OH! More work. Fun! Back-to-school shoppin'. Didn't get much.

3RD WEEK: Still busy, but less. Went to the 150th fest... thing. And other stuff. It's unimportant.
Wow, I forget everything.
OH! Got a watch, last week. Showerproof and stuff. It broke in 3 days.
That kinda sucked.

Anywho, busy. Real busy. And I'm gonna stop with this stupid '5 syllable' thing 'cause it didn't shut me up any anyhow. I think I'll go sleep. Tiiired...

Got a fun lil' pewter ring from somewhereorother (cheap- rusts easy. Ah well. Nobody wanted the candle!)
Em took hella' lot of pictures....
I remembered how much I love shwimming. I also remembered my love of Fig Newtons. God, I ate over a dozen easy. Urgh...

I learned some things, too; I learned that I lost the bottom to my brand new swimsuit I'd never yet worn. Damn. I also learned the searing, burning pain of athlete's foot after it's cultivated over a week. DAMN DEER VALLEY! It only sprung up the day AFTER I got back! I DIDN'T EVEN GO IN THE WATER! I'M BEING PUNISHED FOR EXERCISE!!

Anywho, was fun. Except I ate like a cow. Mooooo.

Office Space. Best. Movie. EVAR.

Woo, goin' to Em's tomorrow. That should be fun.>.> Then vacation for a week... then this and that..blabla.
Oh, right. We're goin' to Myrtle beach. *blink* Eh, not much else to say. Another guitar lesson... and hey! No papercuts today! Damn work.