Hey everyone! Thanks for all 29 page views. :] Only 34 days until Christmas and I am so not ready. Nope. Nada. Zip. I am so behind on Christmas presents what am I to do?!
What are you giving for Christmas?
Tonight I'm going to the mall.
I'm bored.
I want food.
Weekend, yay!
^ My life right now summed up into 5 sentances... Yup.
Signing off in
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*explosion!*
Friday, November 21, 2014
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
Well, there are only 37 days until Christmas, YAY! I can't wait. ^-^
Besides that I don't really know what to talk about.
My friend just suggested we become "Friendlier"... This was my exact reaction.
Yup
I mean, he is already creepy enough, I don't need this crap in my life!
But do you know what bothers me? Alright, first a background checkup. I have depression. Not like, "ermegersh, that song is depressing!" but like depression depression. I used to be suicidal, and I am now on medication. :P But anyway! I hate it when people abuse the term, "kill myself".
Ex: "Oh my gosh, I am so stressed, I'm going to kill myself!"
NO YOU ARE NOT!!!!!!!! Stop saying that, please respect the people out there that might actually, will, or have committed suicide. I take the term very seriously and it ticks me off when people don't.
Sssssooooooo. Yup. :3
Signing off in:
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*explosion*
Besides that I don't really know what to talk about.
My friend just suggested we become "Friendlier"... This was my exact reaction.
Yup
I mean, he is already creepy enough, I don't need this crap in my life!
But do you know what bothers me? Alright, first a background checkup. I have depression. Not like, "ermegersh, that song is depressing!" but like depression depression. I used to be suicidal, and I am now on medication. :P But anyway! I hate it when people abuse the term, "kill myself".
Ex: "Oh my gosh, I am so stressed, I'm going to kill myself!"
NO YOU ARE NOT!!!!!!!! Stop saying that, please respect the people out there that might actually, will, or have committed suicide. I take the term very seriously and it ticks me off when people don't.
Sssssooooooo. Yup. :3
Signing off in:
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*explosion*
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Funerals are sad...
I just attended my friend, Jenna's, funeral this morning. Yeah, I totally balled my eyes out. I miss her so much. She was only 14, turning 15 next month. But I know that she is probably playing plenty of soccer up in heaven. :)
She died of unknown causes, found in an empty canal behind a Walmart, curled into a ball as if trying to keep herself warm. Jenna had aspergers. not as much as others though, and her medication had been switched quite abruptly making her wanting to run away. It's not her fault, and it's not fair. But if it is God's will, then it must be done. I know I will see her again one day, and I will love her forever.
After the funeral, my mom and I went to Walmart to pick up some things for my dad's new scooter. (You know, the ones like the motorcycles, but smaller? I don't know how to explain...) He needed like this metal brush thing to scratch off rust and we spent about 10 minutes going through every aisle in the automobile section looking for it! We finally gave in and found an employee and he merely pointed us in our direction. The same thing happened, and we couldn't find it! Gah, it's been about 30 minutes now and we can't find a freaking brush.
We finally go find another employee but are waiting to get to him behind two women, that looked like they were in their 20's, and we asked them politely, "Excuse us." Ha, that went well. They started to move and were going so slow. When one of the women looked behind her, she ran into a shelf and completely yelled at us, blaming me and my mother! Swearing and ranting we were confused. Gosh, people can be so rude.
Long story short, we finally found the things my dad needed and we were out of there. When I got home I crashed right into my bed and slept a good hour and a half. But yup, that's my day. Kind of stressful, but yeah.
Signing off in
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1
*explosion*
I just attended my friend, Jenna's, funeral this morning. Yeah, I totally balled my eyes out. I miss her so much. She was only 14, turning 15 next month. But I know that she is probably playing plenty of soccer up in heaven. :)
She died of unknown causes, found in an empty canal behind a Walmart, curled into a ball as if trying to keep herself warm. Jenna had aspergers. not as much as others though, and her medication had been switched quite abruptly making her wanting to run away. It's not her fault, and it's not fair. But if it is God's will, then it must be done. I know I will see her again one day, and I will love her forever.
After the funeral, my mom and I went to Walmart to pick up some things for my dad's new scooter. (You know, the ones like the motorcycles, but smaller? I don't know how to explain...) He needed like this metal brush thing to scratch off rust and we spent about 10 minutes going through every aisle in the automobile section looking for it! We finally gave in and found an employee and he merely pointed us in our direction. The same thing happened, and we couldn't find it! Gah, it's been about 30 minutes now and we can't find a freaking brush.
We finally go find another employee but are waiting to get to him behind two women, that looked like they were in their 20's, and we asked them politely, "Excuse us." Ha, that went well. They started to move and were going so slow. When one of the women looked behind her, she ran into a shelf and completely yelled at us, blaming me and my mother! Swearing and ranting we were confused. Gosh, people can be so rude.
Long story short, we finally found the things my dad needed and we were out of there. When I got home I crashed right into my bed and slept a good hour and a half. But yup, that's my day. Kind of stressful, but yeah.
Signing off in
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*explosion*
Friday, November 14, 2014
Welcome, fellow people
Welcome to my life in a boxx. Yes, I know. Boxx is spelled differently, but in my life (in a boxx) I spell it this way-so suck it up. Gosh, I'm kinda ticked off because it won't let me type in the 'compose' section. Right now I'm typing in the HTML section. Sorry if this is confusing to you because you've never created a blog, but this struggle is real. Ha, it's only me, and it probably looks like I'm just talking to myself about my own problems. Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not... We'll never know. 0.o
So, let's start again, besides the weird start I just introduced to you... Anyway, my name is Nikki. :) I'm in Highschool... Favorite colors are mint, and gold.. (the sparkly one.) On this blog I'll be mostly posting rants, problems, fangirl stuff.. Yeah, I know. You're probably thinking, "just go get a tumblr". Honestly, I wish I could. #parentproblems. Did I just seriously hashtag something. What is my life turning into.... Oh no, I'm turning into a girl, wait, I am a girl. Don't get me wrong, I love being a girl. Ok, here comes the cliche part. I love makeup. Like, I'm not obsessed like some YouTuber's out there, (Disclaimer: I love all youtubers that do makeup. I'm not trying to offend you!) but makeup is a lot of fun.
This is my life pretty much when I meet a plain Jane:
Jane: Makeup hides your natural beauty, and you are naturally beautiful!
Me: Thankyou! I know that. I do not hate myself, I like my natural face as much as I love my makeup face
Jane: Well, you're hiding you're natural beauty!
Me: Well, but I-
Jane: NO! DON'T EVEN START WITH ME! I will never let my kids wear makeup!
Me: Alright,that's okay. :)
Jane: Stop wearing makeup!
Me: Noooooo.
Yup.That's about it. And you know what? If you are a plain Jane (aka a person who does not believe in makeup, I don't really know someone named Jane,) Good for you. But I like makeup, and that's who I am. Alright, I've written enough today. Gosh I'm tired. Hopefully I won't abandone this blog like I do with all the others. Yesh, that's right. This is my 5th blog... Let's make this one successful. But pretty much, I live life in a boxx. Boring, depressing, but even though I'm in that state, I try to think out of the box, be creative, and have fun.
Signing off in:
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*explosion*
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