Stockholm Syndrome?

TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY.

I'm spoiling you guys. I really am. I don't know if you deserve this.

BUT, I got on this evening because I was (and currently am) kinda bored.

AND I GOT 38 VIEWS YESTERDAY. 

WOAH.

I only started this two weeks ago!

38 probably doesn't seem like a lot, but since it's just my stupid thoughts and stories on a website, it's kind of amazing that people actually want to read it. Maybe I'll become an internet sensation. But probably not.

BUT I WOULD LIKE TO THANK YOU ALL.

Also, it said I had some viewers from Germany. Where did you guys come from?

SHOUT OUT TO THE GERMAN READERS.

AND THE AMERICAN ONES.

AND THE NEBRASKAN ONES. (Technically they are also in America but I have to give a shout to my roots.)

This is a pointless post. Totally pointless. Let me think of something funny. 

OH. Yesterday, during my library aid block at school (yes, I'm a library aid AND I WORK at a library. Total nerd.) we somehow got onto the subject of Stockholm Syndrome. And we researched it. Like hardcore researched it. I know way to much.

Here is brief explanation: Stockholm Syndrome is when a captive begins to bond with their captor/kidnapper/whatever. Like if you get kidnapped and then start falling in love with your kidnapper. 

MESSED UP.

But I guess the psychology of it is that they control your world. Your food and comfort and all of that and it just happens.

The first case happened in Stockholm, Sweden (NAME ORIGIN) when 6 or 7 bank employees were held captive in a bank vault for 6 days. They apparently tried to keep from getting rescued when the cops came, and they testified FOR the robbers that held them.

I'M SO DISTURBED BY ALL OF THIS NEW KNOWLEDGE IN MY HEAD.

Another case!

A girl (can't remember her name) was kidnapped by a group that was ransoming her for several million dollars and he parents wouldn't pay and she ended up JOINING THIS ORGANIZATION AND HELPING ROB BANKS AND KIDNAP OTHER PEOPLE. 

I can't get over this.

So weird.

So messed up.

Never research weird syndromes.

You'll probably regret it.

Over.

Addiction...

I have a confession to make.

I'm a TV show addict. I'm in the middle of... 6 different shows at the moment.
Earlier this year I managed to watch (and buy) 8 SEASONS of Grey's Anatomy in the space of about 2 months. Totally unhealthy. I didn't do anything else. I just went home and watched Grey's. Seriously. Then I went to work and gave them a rundown on everything that had happened since I'd last been there. AND THEY ACTUALLY LISTENED. Probably out of pity, but I appreciated it nonetheless.
I'm sure I'll post more on Grey's later. I have some very strong feelings on certain things (like how they KILLED MARK. HE WAS MY MAIN SOURCE OF COMIC RELIEF.)

I'm currently (right at this moment) watching Pretty Little Liars. Season 1, Episode 6. I just started yesterday.  (That's five episodes in one day.)
I SHOULD NOT BE DOING THIS. THIS IS BAD. BAD NICOLE. STOP.

BUT I CAN'T.

I get in certain moods for certain shows.
Burn Notice - when I'm feeling kick/badass
Numb3rs - makes me feel like maybe nerds can live exciting lives. maybe hope is not lost.
Modern Family - rather obvious. when I want to be amused.

There are more, but it would just become too embarrassing. The pathetic-ness of my life astounds even me sometimes.

This was a lame post. (I'm really liking the word lame. I might have already said that, but as always, I don't really care.)

OH NO SHE DIDN'T. Something big just went down. Pretty Little Liars now has my full attention.

Over.

Childhood: Episode 1

I'm supposed to post every day.
EVERY SINGLE DAY.
IT'S REALLY HARD TO HAVE NEW MATERIAL TO TALK ABOUT EVERY SINGLE DAY.

So, instead, I will give you a funny story from my childhood.

When I was about six, and still lived in Cozad, Nebraska (we moved the summer before I went to second grade) we got a new dog. We're a schnauzer family (TO THE DEATH) and Dexter, our previous dog had died a few years ago. I think it was a few years. I don't really know, I was six. But Dexter died. And mom was given a new schnauzer on mother's day.
BABY SCHNAUZERS ARE SERIOUSLY THE CUTEST THINGS ON THIS PLANET. GOOGLE IT.
She named him Skipper. (Which will become very ironic later.) And I loved him. I loved him so much.
But he was not easy to potty train, as I am told. (This whole story was told to me by my dad, because I was six years old and nobody remembers being six years old.)
My dad continued to say things like, "The next time he pees on the floor, he's gone!" And stuff like that. (Even though he is the biggest softy ever and could never ever do that.)
Then one day, after a particularly vehement tirade by my father, I apparently burst into tears and announced, "If I poop on the floor will you get rid of me too?" My eighteen-year-old self thinks that this was a brilliant maneuver. He did not get rid of the dog. More Skipper stories to come. (He becomes a great source of tragic irony.)

Hope you enjoyed tonight's episode of 'The Childhood of Nicole Rosenau'
More to come.
They will probably get weirder and potentially insanely awkward.
Prepare yourselves.

Over.

Jello + Stapler

I put my AP Government teacher's stapler in jello. That was my thing.

AND IT WAS AWESOME.
Took me forever. A whole night. Many hours. My mom helped. (I mentioned that before.) (Shout out to mom!)
Three double packages of lime jello.
Water.
Ice cubes. (which are technically water)
A bread pan. (that's what I put it in)
A cooler with a crap ton of ice packs.
A stapler.

She loved it. She just got to her desk, looked down, started laughing, turned around and said, "Rosenau."
SHE KNEW RIGHT AWAY. SHE KNEW.
My fellow classmates did not expect this because I am me and I am a good girl and I do not prank people by defacing their personal belongings.
BUT IT WAS WORTH IT.
My name shall live forever.
Not really.

I'm going to make a how to bar, I've decided, (next to the book rants). How to do all of the stupid things that I can't seem to stop doing. A stapler in jello will be my first entry.
Because it is HARD.
Seriously!
I had a practice round, and a whole night, and the internet at my disposal, and it still sort of split at the top.
THE INTERNET PEOPLE.
Shout out to 'The Office' production team. You guys must have been chemical engineer geniuses or something. Or maybe you just had a lot of time and resources. Either way, PROPS.

So that was my big thing. Maybe not as exciting as you were expecting.
BUT I LOVED IT.
AND SO DID MY TEACHER.
SO THERE.

Over.


I have pictures!

That's me in the back with my chin in my hands looking all innocent. They all moved to get me in the picture

Here I am with my creation. She wanted me in a picture. I look like a total idiot, and she posted it on her twitter. HER TWITTER PEOPLE. SHE HAS A TWITTER AND THIS AWFUL PICTURE IS ON IT.

Over again. Dang it! It won't let me un-center!

Over again again.

TOMORROW

I'VE GOT SOMETHING BIG PLANNED FOR TOMORROW. Been working on it all night. Lot's of preparation. Even my mom helped. Details to come. Stay tuned.

(This could be the thing that gets me arrested!)

(Not really.)

(I'm a good kid.)

(Check back tomorrow)

Over.

Defibrillator Madness

Someone set off the defibrillator today. I was playing host again (District Music), taking showchoirs around and one school (I won't say which one) was waiting to go into the warm-up area. AND ONE OF THEIR BOYS SET OFF THE DEFIBRILLATOR. The thing was SO loud. Like a really high pitched fire alarm. Their director wouldn't let them go into warm-up until our assistant principal showed up ten minutes later. It was a really awkward ten minutes. And the guys from a different group kept talking to me. I had a name tag on, so they were continuously saying, "Hi, Nicole." "Thank you, Nicole." "Nicole, we appreciate your hostness." Nicole, Nicole Nicole. I think it's safe to say that they were A-FLIRTIN'. Oh well. It was funny. One of them even winked.

Okay, this post is really short but I am super tired because Emily and I stayed up TILL FREAKING TWO IN THE MORNING THEN GOT UP AT SEVEN and I had to be cheerful and awake all day, and I'm not cheerful or awake on my GOOD days, much less the ones where I go five hours of sleep. WILL SAY MORE TOMORROW. BUT IN THE MEANTIME, don't set off any defibrillators.

Over.

Musings

DISTRICT MUSIC TODAY. The Blair 11/12 Band got a 1+ (which is the best rating!) AND IT WAS MY LAST HIGH SCHOOL BAND CONCERT. O-M-FREAKING-G. Then I had to "host", which means I led groups around and got REALLY BAD blisters on my feet from those STUPID heels. (But some of the Elkhorn boys were cute.) (Don't tell them I said that.) And I have to do it AGAIN TOMORROW. WHAT.

Also, I dry shaved this morning, and it HURTS LIKE A *****. I DIDN'T KNOW IT WOULD HURTS THIS BAD. AND IT KIND OF ITCHES. BUT I CAN'T ITCH IT BECAUSE IT HUUUUURTS. And I just got out of the hottub, AND THAT REEEEAALY HURT. I talk a lot about the physical pain I inflict upon myself. Hm.

I drank bad milk today. Thought I was going to have to cut off my tongue because IT WAS REALLY GROSS. I scrubbed my tongue with my toothbrush. Still gross.

I don't have very much to say tonight. But I'm supposed to post EVERY DAY. BECAUSE APPARENTLY I HAVE FANS. I also like talking in capital letters, but for some reason, I don't use exclamation points. I guess it gives me this weird fervor without the sharp aftertaste. THAT didn't make sense. But I'm not deleting it, because I strongly believe that whenever you erase/delete things, they go back to that vacuum in the soul that doctors can't find but is slowly killing most Americans. JUST GET IT OUT EVERYONE.

Over.