Nicki_Rosie

I GOT A TWITTER. I'M AN EIGHTEEN YEAR OLD HIGH SCHOOL GRADUATE WHO JUST GOT A TWITTER. TONIGHT. And that's kind of embarrassing...

Nicki_Rosie

Such a stupid name.

I'm such a stupid person.

I'm so sorry that I'm so stupid.

Well... After that lovely dose of self-hate... Tomorrow is British day!

That means that tomorrow, at the house of the kids I babysit for, we will be using only British accents when we speak. No American allowed.

This could be interesting...

Also we're reading Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone, which was written by a British person, so I will be reading it in it's natural dialect.

That is all.

Over.

Saran Wrap

On Friday we Saran wrapped Addy's legs together. Then duct taped. I think we need to go while body next week.

Over.

Nope again.

Well.... I am sort of at a loss for what to say today.
And that's kind of a rare thing for me.
So what shall I talk about?
I could talk about... Penguins? Erasers? The rapid decline of my sanity in the face of the impending doom that is my future. I mean that in the sense that I kind of have no idea what the crap I'm doing. Or supposed to be doing. Also my parents think I have an electronic addiction. My phone, my computer, the internet. I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM. I SWEAR. I SWEAR I DON'T. I CAN QUIT ANYTIME I WANT.

I worked in the afternoon on Friday, and you know how it gets in the afternoon. You get hungry. And I work in a library so there isn't a ton of food around. I improvised. Whipped cream on Ritz crackers. DELICIOUS. Celeste and Wendy agreed. I'm pretty sure it's the sweet and salty combination. It just meshes. I suggest you try it.

I HAVE TO WRITE A HUNDRED GRADUATION THANK YOUS NOW. HAVE A FAN-FREAKIN-TASTIC DAY.

Over.

Nope.

Today I was walking by the carnival (it comes to Blair once a year) and it was like nine in the morning and this guy working on the carousel yells, "Hey, little momma, you gonna come see us tonight?" I kind of smiled awkwardly and said, "Probably not tonight!" Then he said something else and I didn't understand him so I just smiled and kept walking.

It's these awkward, potentially life-threatening moments that remind me I'm alive.\

Over.

Pile of Dead Bodies

So. As promised.

Adventure...

I really have no adventure stories. I am about as interesting as a wet piece of paper. Plain paper. Not that fancy neon stuff.

Raisin cookies that look exactly like chocolate chip cookies are the main reasons I have trust issues.

Yesterday dad brought home cookies with dinner and half were raisin and half were chocolate chip and I picked a raisin and I am just like, "WHY WOULD YOU EVEN BUY RAISIN. WHO EATS THAT."

Kind of a traumatic moment.

Mom just told me that the cabin we're going to for our vacation in two weeks doesn't have wifi. She looked me right in the eye and said, "We're roughing it." Then I started to cry. Because wifi is basically water. My mother is stranding us without WATER FOR FIVE DAYS. 

WATER. FIVE. DAYS.

I won't survive. And you guys won't get blog updates. :(

OH. A few days ago dad and I were talking about something involving peer pressure and be said, "If everyone else jumped off of a bridge would you?" And I replied, completely straight-faced, "Yes, because there would a pile of dead bodies at the bottom to land on." He paused, then said, "What if was an indefinite free fall?" I then said, "It wouldn't matter because I would be falling forever." 

I'm his favorite kid.

Over.

Apology

I haven't blogged. And I feel bad. TONIGHT'S WILL BE EPIC. SUPER EPIC AND ADVENTUROUS. I promise.

Scattered showers

So I got this new iPhone a week ago. Part of me is resigned to the fact that now I'm just another white girl with an iPhone, but oh well. At least I waited! I waited until I graduated high school. Which means absolutely nothing, but anyway.

So I have this device that's 85% glass and 15% metal and took billions of dollars of innovation and the worlds most brilliant minds working for years and years and what am I using it for?

I check the weather at least twice an hour. 

Seriously. The weather is my favorite thing ever. I have 4 weather apps.

I am such a freak.

Also I ripped my jesns at work today. 

I felt so weird.

It was at this awkward place on my inner thigh and I told Dusk and she just whispered, "Slut!" and then laughed and walked away.

(Random story. Weird story.)

Oop. It's time. Gotta check the weather.

Scattered showers predicted.

Over.