tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25582682715178599982024-02-20T11:31:27.976-08:00OH awkward!I know myself, but that is allnickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-56988610521913642022010-06-23T17:28:00.000-07:002010-06-23T17:29:44.320-07:00FOLLOW ME AT THE NEW ADDRESShttp://tobethegreat.blogspot.com/<br />NEW BLOG NEW BLOG!!! Follow me nutterz!!!nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-85411939769389943842010-05-09T10:00:00.000-07:002010-05-09T10:07:28.292-07:00Inspired<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3OUTbU-sPBc3LbKPw2VlsZ-lfF-rVGjdVeRB6CtXtv_bhlv0DgWXEufWVx9BhYDwvB7T0Xhdh2lqY7ndnboj1XFyvGssDfosfWyM2r0YfNL1vyRxqG59x7k3P0uA3F4UMsa4NXq7wNsk/s1600/tumblr_l1hycnkzmw1qa1mo6o1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 328px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469318055218836898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD3OUTbU-sPBc3LbKPw2VlsZ-lfF-rVGjdVeRB6CtXtv_bhlv0DgWXEufWVx9BhYDwvB7T0Xhdh2lqY7ndnboj1XFyvGssDfosfWyM2r0YfNL1vyRxqG59x7k3P0uA3F4UMsa4NXq7wNsk/s400/tumblr_l1hycnkzmw1qa1mo6o1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Ugt1FNx2oPOnOFVFRUh_Nmgwns-WFlus7-R0rS2uAmW382vmgLwqRlREjDqUTsAqxGB5uwCrYlH6p3UD10O1EBRMq4G3U8GMC5l0l8C2S5t24mE9RsHmRVF2ZFOs5OMZBlL_56T55OjL/s1600/tumblr_l1kmj4cTHY1qzimopo1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409275280790300770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCMb0I2UFDtzpx739VuXwhsI_oCHN91oZlwI-jguG8QJkXPwdVznJTm1jB5w1Y9h3Vhp7E4hIbPh7cQbR7Va1DAL0vQgP4HdsoYl7NoxufDgosS97ONfi6QeClQoFnqXSa-nrIp5oWKe01/s320/skins-cast.jpg" /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 118px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409275597683490850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLCXe5Urdmgc2hM0dkDTkb9eNtggqmUc331RBJndHEwwe-D3PT7B60F4DIIXDYGh5-nIpRDlH5xU1K43bMpWcnsaS1SlbyS8tn9wAweE37uudUJsSV6Oc5lCkhoZJ-jrL_O34aIsgNNhw/s320/skins.jpg" />All I've done ths weekend is watch British TV show Skins. It's like crack! I watched all three seasons in like five days. That's about 30 fourtyfive minute episodes. Skillz.<br /><div>The kids on the show ALL have mommy and daddy problems. They ALL do heavy amounts of drugs, and drinks tons of alcohol. They ALL have sex 24/7. It's the most hypersexualized show I've ever seen!</div><div>They have the best slang ever,EVER! Wanker, bollocks, prick, fit!<br />Why don't I use terms like these?!?!?!?! </div><div></div><div>The jamz rule too.</div><div></div><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvtO41SHOQY&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wvtO41SHOQY&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zPmQ1OWt17Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zPmQ1OWt17Q&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br />Oh the kids change in the third season.</div><div>The second pic is of the new kids. They're alright, but it's not the same.<br /><div></div></div>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-61118484726727752562009-10-21T14:13:00.000-07:002009-10-21T14:27:32.613-07:00Ramblin' man<div align="center">You know how in the 1920s all those writers hit up Paris like it was nobody's business because they were all disillusioned with America. Well. I'm disillusioned with high school! Can I hit Paris now?<br /><br />I suppose I could finish, but what if I promise to be the next F. Scott Fitzgerald, then could I go?<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395165820749216210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLCwma7yvNEewhyxFMHPgeKGOmdYTjddr8ilIRSIjqiJEm3Y9GfXzj90Qx6ewd5RDXEfPhDxJnE-LqpbZVryDeUTtEC7NNfXJwCzm6SUjJ-VYHSNZ7oMmqvhufurGxj_oZ3tP1kVKgB7_P/s320/fitzie!.jpg" /> <p align="center">FITZIE!<br /><br /></p><p align="center">I want oxfords but , my feet are huge. It may look awk.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicW45J4H2yR6m4nhqbGlr8PbZ2QXz_4tTGwSZ9SR_lj8HcnzTdsrzoWcNnlit8fpkhwsED_1qU9rdUCYaqwOH6oyJ2Okng9EHXK85pY8oOsdrv_2DXraRxXK1SxKGuL9NVRTAbsoqLRihZ/s1600-h/ox"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395166677996061122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicW45J4H2yR6m4nhqbGlr8PbZ2QXz_4tTGwSZ9SR_lj8HcnzTdsrzoWcNnlit8fpkhwsED_1qU9rdUCYaqwOH6oyJ2Okng9EHXK85pY8oOsdrv_2DXraRxXK1SxKGuL9NVRTAbsoqLRihZ/s320/ox" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />Also, is it just me or do people who carry blackberrys look really cool.<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuM4Af19Y70XWsMLKn54vGI-y55mpUbYKfUNEr4W8T-QYfDC6aNv9iIaGCeCBpuc-PaDU0IMRKdhAYD5k4WWtGk12k3B4fWowa3bl5OnraDpEOpKjK5Y-xt8Ca0KnpTFdhVSEEh7CJmNay/s1600-h/chick.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395167230241375554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuM4Af19Y70XWsMLKn54vGI-y55mpUbYKfUNEr4W8T-QYfDC6aNv9iIaGCeCBpuc-PaDU0IMRKdhAYD5k4WWtGk12k3B4fWowa3bl5OnraDpEOpKjK5Y-xt8Ca0KnpTFdhVSEEh7CJmNay/s320/chick.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a><br />Case and point. </p><p align="center"> </p>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-43170630800670210622009-10-09T15:48:00.000-07:002009-10-09T15:52:49.773-07:00The Scantron's deathbed will be my desk.Guess what little world?! <br />Nicky's going to college. Yup tomorrow is the big scary SAT, but I'm not scared. Nope,I plan on dominating. Yes dominating. <br /><br />Wish me hella luck. And pray for me if your into that stuff!<br /><br />College Board ain't got nothing on me.nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-53383616650494960962009-10-08T12:15:00.000-07:002009-10-08T12:22:20.482-07:00MIU MIU<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeginddhZXzq-eRAsjd1jFOcL9TtxL3vSI5LEV-xt34AKbN-Gx_pbvg2PHHpumIMRLxPQ1DrunX2PqtQNYgiCj2QpBqoFluHHDDN4iBfzbsjDmWyiVv2jRUiBVXC8rTV-HkuSDj4l0Ix41/s1600-h/the+braid.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390310410751378978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeginddhZXzq-eRAsjd1jFOcL9TtxL3vSI5LEV-xt34AKbN-Gx_pbvg2PHHpumIMRLxPQ1DrunX2PqtQNYgiCj2QpBqoFluHHDDN4iBfzbsjDmWyiVv2jRUiBVXC8rTV-HkuSDj4l0Ix41/s320/the+braid.jpg" /></a><br />The braid I've been craving has gone GLOBAL!<br />Grow hair! GROW!</div><p align="center"><br /><br />I got Beirut on my mind.<br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5xZow5iPmE&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j5xZow5iPmE&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></p>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-87217492716004390262009-10-04T08:54:00.000-07:002009-10-04T09:00:26.888-07:00And I said dude, your perspective on life sucks.<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s84TnMywIRg&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s84TnMywIRg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br />It's too goood!!!!<br />aaah I just exploded! <br />I love Mika<33333nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-36462163982478990342009-09-26T18:39:00.000-07:002009-09-26T18:53:34.832-07:00Do you remember that show ChalkZone?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNe011-7X1qD1g_JMHCgTZz3nx65FoGZTn8unPSWAbg6qhyphenhyphenIhJ40_LbjZBrPPAfUpEmJh1rNJTIpM5v8j-Rnv0Ol_o9nvy1tNCvDN0iiDbRLYppdB8XauaIdHBo7UujxqyWzvPZH5alaG/s1600-h/ChalkZone.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385957748118214450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNe011-7X1qD1g_JMHCgTZz3nx65FoGZTn8unPSWAbg6qhyphenhyphenIhJ40_LbjZBrPPAfUpEmJh1rNJTIpM5v8j-Rnv0Ol_o9nvy1tNCvDN0iiDbRLYppdB8XauaIdHBo7UujxqyWzvPZH5alaG/s200/ChalkZone.jpg" /></a> If not, it was a nickelodeon cartoon about this kid that gets magic chalk and is able to enter in and out of the world of erased chalk drawings from boards. All he had to do was use his magic chalk to make a portal. When I was a kid I used to want ChalkZone to exist! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">If it did exist this is what I would wear!<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qV8_wKX8zFoebl5iqHqJ58m_O53B_xH7Njlq_L5TpRJ6SseAuu8lVospEeLPETOjkho9Nd8b2K6Lt3P0g4UA2dPDV6OJrs0C4h2DNAWhzkLOKdHCU-qPzeMnDjUSJJ8hWOzHZTLEm6qu/s1600-h/marc8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385958733081363826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3qV8_wKX8zFoebl5iqHqJ58m_O53B_xH7Njlq_L5TpRJ6SseAuu8lVospEeLPETOjkho9Nd8b2K6Lt3P0g4UA2dPDV6OJrs0C4h2DNAWhzkLOKdHCU-qPzeMnDjUSJJ8hWOzHZTLEm6qu/s320/marc8.jpg" /></a>Ah childhood dreams come to life.<br />Thanks Marc.</p><div align="center"></div>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-54504362595422735642009-09-25T14:15:00.000-07:002009-09-25T14:27:50.003-07:00I'm Craving<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTy7FarJxbL7Fvaa7Pws1H6KFMUgBjVdckSaUN83kw5tnG5dR-73ttF0yTw7-dsphyphenhyphen76rWjgO-rH9yloj8D5MENBesjDh6X5k7E7u5cCKl7XacHMUeonRKBi29oflIgOlZgxSlGm6teUeO/s1600-h/Wangness.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385518676543835650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTy7FarJxbL7Fvaa7Pws1H6KFMUgBjVdckSaUN83kw5tnG5dR-73ttF0yTw7-dsphyphenhyphen76rWjgO-rH9yloj8D5MENBesjDh6X5k7E7u5cCKl7XacHMUeonRKBi29oflIgOlZgxSlGm6teUeO/s400/Wangness.jpg" /></a>Ze Wang Braid! Grow hair, GROW! </div><div align="center">&</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAWdBCGeW4_N3tLKMr4Q8NLKZTq0vkT0KiFkGlju_9UJpplVF_XbrBcK_FiOSEKEXnJWhLX13WZ36vu-XBY5JBJRR41mxIdUQ5sJK8kpMyq3MNIB5_oaGPjD8GRdPGWv5G8HFyP03QP-K/s1600-h/jules.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385517221986136226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAWdBCGeW4_N3tLKMr4Q8NLKZTq0vkT0KiFkGlju_9UJpplVF_XbrBcK_FiOSEKEXnJWhLX13WZ36vu-XBY5JBJRR41mxIdUQ5sJK8kpMyq3MNIB5_oaGPjD8GRdPGWv5G8HFyP03QP-K/s400/jules.jpg" /></a> Julian Casablancas debut album Phrazes for the Young!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtlpAGs04Dg&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtlpAGs04Dg&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">11th Dimention!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-39132009625135508672009-09-08T09:51:00.000-07:002009-09-08T10:03:51.692-07:00Can't Catch A BreakEver since school began two weeks ago I've been trying to stay on top of my grades. I've been getting a head start on my homework, making sure everything I turn in is presentable and A work. But then I check up on my grades and my efforts are for nothing, I'm struggling to maintain a B in my English class , if I don't get an A on my impossible IR assignment, I'm basically failing, and my economics teacher is a ball buster. Then there is the looming trouble of finishing up all my college applications, essays, and standardized tests. On top of it all I'm sick! I'm battling a flu here and it's bringing out the worst.<br /><br />Are there moments where you feel like you can't catch a break?nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-42875605481867854422009-08-29T22:58:00.000-07:002009-08-30T08:13:07.857-07:00Da da dada da da do doo doodoo doo dooI got an award mofos!<br />The very pretty Ines from <a href="http://eveasaurus.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#000000;">Cinnamon Eve</span></a> tagged me in a very neat award.<br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375634091911174354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBHKibyFnBFluPnlx4Dgeo56kklm-ul_LIrX5jqJE91r4TCulGuWwm1IwkTGfXNU-_2VXw-UAxeTUhdHWZ-_pp7w9qgTWe_nu0_iVR67hqkcRwiaPIF0fQyGblTdpOFIw64OdvKNnHMmw/s400/header.jpg" />Every time I read her blog name I want to eat something cinnamony. </p><p>The award requires me to write ten rather random facts about myself.</p><p>Let's begin!</p>1. I'm Hispanic though I def do NOT look it. My parents are from Cuba which makes me Cuban American, yet I'm paler than anyone else I know, and a lot taller than any other Cuban girl I know.<br /><br />2. My all time favorite band is The Strokes because they are just about the coolest thing since sliced bread? Yeah I'd say sliced bread is pretty darn cool. But anyway I'm not cool and they are so I like them <em>a lot</em>.<br /><br /><br />3. Two things that I keep with myself at all times are my cellular device and my lip balm. Sometimes my wallet.<br /><br /><br />4. I hate it when my nails are long. Must file.<br /><br />5. I'm so afraid of lizards. They are reptiles. Little, creepy, crawling, reptiles. Gross.<br /><br />6. I have to put cream on every night like an old lady. In fact ny elbows are feeling pretty ashy, I think I'll put some on now.<br /><br />7. My best friends are my mom and my sister, cuz dey be awesome.<br /><br />8. My favorite object is my bright yellow Baby-G watch. You Jeals? I wear it all the time.<br /><br />9. My sister and I sometimes perform Harry Potter defense spells on each other.<br />"Stupify!"<br />"Reducto!"<br />We're nerds, but at least we can accept it.<br /><br />10. I dye my hair red, but I really wish I was a natural red head. Honest.<br /><br />The title of this post is from Rocky Raccoon!<br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nucSvl7VXVM&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nucSvl7VXVM&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br />I've been listening to the Beatles a lot lately and it reminds me of the days when I figured out that the only album they ever made was not a greatest hits with <em>Let It Be </em> and <em>All You Need is Love</em> stuck in my head. <br />I started listening to Abbey Road, and Let It Be (back then I was like wtf a whole CD!). Then I heard The White Album, and, I swear, everything exploded. It's a beauiful thing.nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-56001118912138879802009-08-28T21:29:00.000-07:002009-08-28T22:24:49.977-07:00O brave new worldI repeated a grade, deal.<br />I had a reading disability when I was a kid and I had to repeat the third grade to fix the problem. Now I am an avid reader and a pretty good student. I work as hard as I can, and set goals for myself every school year. Yet, I'm still a year older than my friends and my class. Every time I meet someone new (who's usually younger than me because everyone I hang out with is younger than me!) they eventually find out that I'm just bit older and question as to why I'm in their grade.<br /><br />To tell them the truth is a difficult process. I feel like an idiot every time I mention it, and I swear I can see their eyes dim or they frown, just a little. I can feel their thoughts wishing they hadn't asked or thinking they have to dumb things down for me. After I tell them I usually end it with something stupid like "Oh but don't worry I'm smart now."<br /><br />I do wish that I was a stronger person who could keep it a mystery as to why I'm older. Like every time someone asks, I could say a really casual lie and make it all Woody Allen like, and then cunningly switch to another subject without them noticing. Oh if only.<br /><br />Another problem with being older than my piers is that I feel like I have to dumb myself down in order to be accepted, and I absolutely hate that I do that. By "dumb myself down," I don't mean I try to act ditsy or something, I mean I accept things that people do and say around me or to me. For example, I don't know how many fucking times I've been called "cute." Let me just say that I am not cute, and I can't stand the fact that some people talk down to me like that. I mean, I'm five foot nine, and most of the people who tell me that are <em>younger </em>than me. <em>Younger</em> than me!<br /><br />Often times I come up with these spectacular comebacks, in my head, to put cute-namers in their place, yet the next day someone calls me cute and all I can do is giggle stupidly.<br /><br />It's also difficult realizing that my friends are more immature than me. I'm not saying I'm Ms. Master of Maturity, but sometimes I get annoyed of the stupid things my friends say that I <em>so</em> know they're going to regret the second it comes out of their mouth.<br /><br />I plan on leaving for college and am anticipating the day I'm gone, to get away from the little world that knows me now and enter a new world that is well acquainted with the greater version of me. A new world where I don't have to accept cute as a compliment, and where my age is a mystery.<br /><br />"O brave new world<br />That has such people in't!"<br />- Act V The Tempest<br />Disclaimer: I've never actually read The Tempest, but I did just finish Brave New World.<br /><br />My fav. Beatles song Martha My Dear<br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDVUPi56WT0&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dDVUPi56WT0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br />Btdub: I just watched that Woodstock movie, and I must say, it looked like a lot of fun. *Sigh* I wish I was around back then. I'm not saying it was awesome, but it was an experience.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Iq8z2WDbKo&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Iq8z2WDbKo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-33917114522340319802009-08-17T12:01:00.000-07:002009-08-17T12:31:05.982-07:00What I love about myself.I got this off of the lovely Natalie from <a href="http://definatalie.com/"><span style="color:#000000;">definatalie.com</span></a>.<br /><br />My little world is constantly filled with moments of negativity, but i'm working on it. So to save my little world from these elements here is a list of what I love about myself:<br />1. My handwriting is chicken scratch.<br />2. My height,(5 foot 9) and my ears because I got them from my Abuelo Chucho, who's my favorite person.<br />3. My love for writing and beautiful words.<br />4. I love that I'm obsessed with the idea of ambition.(I plan on making a post on that in the future, btdub.)<br />5. My pretty nails and hands.<br />6. My charm. (I can be pretty charming when I want to be.)<br />7. My love for the world of harry potter. (I can't help it)<br />8. My hispanic heritage.(My rents hail from Cuba)<br />9. My love for all things great, and my obsession with the idea.<br /><br />It's a nice version.<br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qx6s3kQKXNo&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qx6s3kQKXNo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-20436770692620553622009-08-14T18:45:00.000-07:002009-08-14T19:18:36.654-07:00I don't think Reynaldo cares!Reynaldo is building a model car. He can choose up to three of the following accessories to enhance it; glow in the dark hubcaps, moveable windsheild wipers, smiling passengers. If he chooses at least one accessory, how many different groups of accessories can he choose?<br /><br /><br />WTFWTFWTFWTF<br /><br />He can choose up to <strong>three</strong>, but then it says if he chooses <strong>one</strong> accessory, <strong>how many different groups </strong>of accessoriees can he choose?!!??!?!?!?!?!<br />Its like a never ending contradiction!<br /><br /><br />skldjfljskljjklskllsdkfklsdfjkldfs<br /><br /><br />I HATE THE SAT!!!!!!!!<br />... and Reynaldo !<br /><br />Am I the only one who doesn't understand?!???????<br /><br /><br />The answer is seven.<br />SEVEN?!<br />WTF!<br /><br />Flaming Lips, for my frustrations, and anyone elses, for that matter.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fk76rsV71S0&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fk76rsV71S0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-27176138038348019312009-08-02T17:13:00.000-07:002009-08-02T17:50:03.221-07:00Julius Caesar"Danger knows full well<br />That Caesar is more dangerous than he:<br />We are two lions littered in one day,<br />And I the edler and more terrible."<br /><br />Das Right.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttE6A3Y5kjQ&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttE6A3Y5kjQ&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />We are not what you think we are<br />WE ARE GOLDEN.nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-21793971556621869942009-07-28T19:08:00.000-07:002009-07-28T19:40:51.526-07:00Images<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3b9E1p9uOA&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m3b9E1p9uOA&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br />A good song<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RtyWTygebs8&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RtyWTygebs8&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br />I kind of don't like this song but at the same time I do....Idk.<br /><br />I have to study for the SAT. I hate the SAT.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.bloglovin.com/blogg/887866/oh-awkward?claim=5gq7kcpm2bg">Follow my blog with bloglovin</a>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-53118370030471632522009-07-27T19:27:00.000-07:002009-07-27T19:41:32.987-07:00Les Strokes<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkD4_U9QiU-ONqGDBUBFd6mxyANHogkD4ILlXcN96HBp4B0FsQ39TJ1hiS1owzzTaF_PR_AKy_e3GpVmnmyUSYQeuQwrdqHWmdAFV-6w0kqIvwRmWqp-jlUIiki0p2-_0TxyZmUWvAkL59/s1600-h/n677984918_1176231_7964.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363335430583280658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkD4_U9QiU-ONqGDBUBFd6mxyANHogkD4ILlXcN96HBp4B0FsQ39TJ1hiS1owzzTaF_PR_AKy_e3GpVmnmyUSYQeuQwrdqHWmdAFV-6w0kqIvwRmWqp-jlUIiki0p2-_0TxyZmUWvAkL59/s400/n677984918_1176231_7964.jpg" /></a>Hai, I love you.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HOm0_NP5U5o&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HOm0_NP5U5o&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br />This song is playing on my Ipod and I couldn't help myself.</div>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-14278525843038465882009-07-26T18:09:00.001-07:002009-07-26T18:53:29.596-07:00I'm Craving<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXPFONKw6K3u3tA9teYDBaMJkkUfC7kBzcfTagv9T9p4f44Wd-uLQB8yCMUR9wGsuc9LzpgKg67OJ0rykCGEcD3-xDa120cCo6Rcyee3mwzIEzURaCOw2JQRECz3936vZmooIlr2oWaljC/s1600-h/lashes_twiggy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362941124242287650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXPFONKw6K3u3tA9teYDBaMJkkUfC7kBzcfTagv9T9p4f44Wd-uLQB8yCMUR9wGsuc9LzpgKg67OJ0rykCGEcD3-xDa120cCo6Rcyee3mwzIEzURaCOw2JQRECz3936vZmooIlr2oWaljC/s400/lashes_twiggy.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Twiggy lashes.<br />because they are fab and I'm going to try them.<br />Beware.<br /><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Y8pRJMzpC0&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6Y8pRJMzpC0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><br /><br />Sliimy,<br />because he puts me into good spirits<br />when I'm down and out.<br />I love him.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfWfGnw5ijQix4xLoaOvmR2r_sNM-AOELclRdqoK2si58xx3LfGTUXPrDlGUeez8Hrh_jprgxv6qKW2UdZkkG_SmcqrrRQ5AJSIgkbAszLVjVAcFnRMPexOo6axTVlmn4cPVNxmfdTACq/s1600-h/943469_072_b.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362951952347034466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzfWfGnw5ijQix4xLoaOvmR2r_sNM-AOELclRdqoK2si58xx3LfGTUXPrDlGUeez8Hrh_jprgxv6qKW2UdZkkG_SmcqrrRQ5AJSIgkbAszLVjVAcFnRMPexOo6axTVlmn4cPVNxmfdTACq/s400/943469_072_b.jpg" /></a><br />This necklace from Anthropologie.<br />I'm not the biggest fan of chunky, but I think these type of necklaces are doing chunky but in an extra girly way. </p><p align="center">Examples: </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362945052135425074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcggXt1TeMN9PG-7CToSmohuyWsTuXulox5Kow4sud8paXjKsFZit6xwIf24ZN_lClKCFY8BIKSLB7XdXwHRDZH-6GXQHDd9VrV7Tnwc1J1kPz0IbYNAYvq-K81Co1JIFJmb86J5QSp6x/s400/necklace.jpg" /> <p align="center">Pretty lady from <a href="http://thesartorialist.blogspot.com/2009_07_01"><span style="color:#000000;">The Satorialist</span></a><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362950215621100066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaffKW804oTe6uBmc5nxzbtQ0t_8Q1zXHclRuq6gKKBihop_LyWIpkv8aQJiEnXDx0Y0w3Pb40XnAPBopG8VwzzVAP1ClgGvW41IJjFMSMNeUQHiVwEhWtPB575phHRgQ_LRhXw9Btn912/s400/streetfashion281.jpg" /> <p align="center">Darling from <a href="http://vanessajackman.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#000000;">Vanessa Jackman</span></a><span style="color:#000000;"><br /></span><br /><br /></p>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-30572360087330180432009-07-16T17:49:00.000-07:002009-07-16T17:50:48.539-07:00<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXpXpYLoCek&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GXpXpYLoCek&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br />EEEEEEEK<br />AAAAAAAAAH<br />epicepicepic!!!nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-24098363075102599912009-07-15T19:30:00.000-07:002009-07-15T19:31:32.491-07:00Wonder Why<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ksAjqhB0Kt4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ksAjqhB0Kt4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-74283927626533652952009-07-15T00:34:00.000-07:002009-07-15T00:44:12.064-07:00With StrangersHow fickle your youth can be.<br /><br />For your fickle freinds,<br />And your fickle heart,<br />Have no place with me.<br /><br />So Take shame in your fickle youth,<br />because your fickle love,<br />has no place with me.nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-50116623112519071792009-07-10T21:30:00.000-07:002009-07-10T21:31:23.323-07:00I'm stressedI need inspiration!<br />I'm all out.nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-61150409964153797482009-07-10T16:26:00.000-07:002009-07-10T16:35:49.521-07:00Oh Happy Day!<div align="center">FOUR DAYS LEFT</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kb9Zi0gT1M9sWOiChujHxwEDzyav_pNyBjpw3c095-njtdVWyGBQE5gmhpnUk_ZfOcfYzttF07hNB47oF_YA3Hxk6J_Ey_464JvOaNX8jPaoRpDg3edVKYhon0RoCEKY7ZRQjhtgAUrT/s1600-h/PHjyKlmo3KjKmq_m.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356977755257767570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0kb9Zi0gT1M9sWOiChujHxwEDzyav_pNyBjpw3c095-njtdVWyGBQE5gmhpnUk_ZfOcfYzttF07hNB47oF_YA3Hxk6J_Ey_464JvOaNX8jPaoRpDg3edVKYhon0RoCEKY7ZRQjhtgAUrT/s320/PHjyKlmo3KjKmq_m.jpg" /></a> FOUR DAYS LEFT FOUR DAYS LEFT FOUR DAYS LEFT!!!!!!!!!!</div><br /><br /><br />It's Harry Potter season and I'm taking no prisoners. Time to bust out the wands, and a take swig of some butter beer!<br />Gryf fo life, bitches! Long live Dumbledore's Army! Where are my enchanted coins at?nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2558268271517859998.post-20261768888427115812009-07-08T14:41:00.000-07:002009-07-08T14:43:12.546-07:00I like them nails, girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimooPU49oiDQqQCuMHfeZnAdET0-vMHBm9CgLw65-YqgoH0Paw9DcAkz-Utsp1v1ml8tHpFcC63Y_rUmNbmSOyEzHFbK6hAl4FSKxwwsB-S0svEfh7asRO37ARa6tc5MwI-HC6kzEs_qy0/s1600-h/03m.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356207920880710082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimooPU49oiDQqQCuMHfeZnAdET0-vMHBm9CgLw65-YqgoH0Paw9DcAkz-Utsp1v1ml8tHpFcC63Y_rUmNbmSOyEzHFbK6hAl4FSKxwwsB-S0svEfh7asRO37ARa6tc5MwI-HC6kzEs_qy0/s320/03m.jpg" /></a><br /><div>MUST <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ACCOMPLISH.</span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Done.</span></div>nickythekidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14193203375717799989noreply@blogger.com0