Friday August 24, 2001
Hello all! I know that it was a while since I updated this journal of mine. I really missed doing it. I have just been rather busy is all. I came on the net today because I was showing someone how to do something on the net...and thus decided to update this wonderful thing. Here I am. It is so very hot in this computer room...even with the window open...it really blows hard. I have been so busy writing music lately that it isn't even funny. I am sitting here listening to A Question Of Lust by none other than DEPECHE MODE. I love that band so much. Martin Gore is such a beautiful man. I wonder if anyone else out there has this stupid Scented PLAY-DOH. I was stupid enough to buy it. This stuff really smells. I got it like a few years ago because it thought it would be cool to have scented play-doh around...it would add to the fun. Plus there are a lot of colors that came with the pack. But no, this stuff stinks so badly. Especially this Shaving Cream scent...and Pinemania really smells. I let my dog smell it and she ran away sneezing. It is just that bad. I am so glad that I got to talk to my sweet Goddess-A today. I was missing her...a lot. I am drinking this wine right now and it is rather odd...I am not partial to wine. I used to drink so much a couple of years ago. I could finish a big ass bottle of Vodka or Jack Daniel's in like one sitting. But those were fun days...ah, going to school everyday and getting drunk during break. And then I would go to History class with stupid Mr. Hughes and I would be so wasted in that class. It was cool, I would pass it around and some of my other classmates would get a little buzz. And the walk to English was funny. It was like way on the other side of the campus and I would always go to class late...everyday. It never failed. Everyone knew that I was drunk in that class...except the teacher. How could she not know? Ah, such fond memories of 10th grade. It was also funny because a lot of the kids thought that me and my friend Roxana were witches and pretty much left us alone for fear that we would put a spell on them. Stupid asses. That was back when I always wore my trenchcoat and stuff. I was such a New Waver back then...I think that I would like to get back into my old New Waver ways. Of course I never stopped listening to the music, how could I? It is just so great! And in 11th grade, I went to school like everyday high on Speed. Those were funny times indeed. One time, my friend Alex told me that the police were coming to the school to do a drug search (which was normal at Tracy), and I had so much speed on me. I was all like worried, so I got the little bag that it was in (a huge rock of it) and I wrapped it in like 10 sheets of paper and put all kinds of markings on it and threw it in the trashcan...that way I could go back and get it after school...if the police dogs hadn't found it that is. They didn't find it and I was so happy! I got it back and of course used it. I haven't done speed in so long now. But that is a good thing. Sometimes I do miss the feeling though. That uninhibited feeling...you feel kinda invincible as well. Enough of that though. Aw, my dog Nirvana just walked in here and put her big head on my lap. She is so sweet. I love that dog. I need a cigarette right now. Oh and if you happen to read this my great old Trav...know that I think of you a lot. I think that this is where I am going to end this entry. I really hope that I can buy another EscaFlowne DVD. I want to buy Outlaw Star, but the volumes are like $49.95. I am sure that I will get it soon though. I cannot live without Outlaw Star. Ah, that is enough...I am off to play my magical bass and lure sailors to their watery graves...
98
I sat in my room and listened to your lies on my CD player. You said, "you and me, and me and you could stay together if we pulled together."
I have come to the realization that you lied....but as much as I hate liars and as much as I hate thieves, I cannot even bring myself to even thinking of hating you.
You see it's like you are my religion, my lost soul on your cross. When did this exchange occur? I don't remember signing the line. And I, I and I...we cry too much, and we bleed too much and we think too much and we die too much...it's all for you and it's all in vain.
There that is all that I have to say for today....
PIXIE DUST AND FAERIE LAUGHTER,
Nicole The Homicidal Maniac
