Diaries of Me
12/10/06
I will not proclaim that I am a particulary interesting person. I also will not proclaim this new shot will be interesting, since I myself am not particulary interesting. But I will remind you of the fact that you are here by your own choice. And maybe you were right to come join me and my split personalities, because there is a slight chance my ramblings will actually be the trigger for some creative process in your mind, granting you with a better understanding of this world. Or not.
But I will sure as hell try!
Anyhow. This is about my life, and the pathetic little funny doodles that take part in it. Encluding me. Who is me? I will now enlighten you!
My name is Katie, but you can call me Nika. My last name is none of your business, partially because I am a completely paranoid person who believes she will be tracked down by the FBI if anyone on the net finds out her last name, and partially because you won't be able to pronounce it anyways. I'm Dutch, you see. This being my personal curse. Here in Holland, especially in a small town like the place where I live [again, not telling you *paranoid frenzy*], it is extremely hard to find a decent place to go out. Also, there is no way you can find enough manga and anime here to suffice my huge addiction of Japanese cartoons.
Basically, life here is boring unless you find a way to spice it up a bit. Mine is hug a lot of trees in public, dance in the rain, and cartwheel down the pavements. But anyways. I was trying to explain to you what I am all about. I have a father and a mother which I both love, though my mom and I can't get along at all and it is certainly not wise to lock the both of us in the same room for longer then three seconds. If you do, I am not responsable for whatever harm might be done. My brother is the best brother in the world, and you can't have him! Honestly, Mike is always there to help me out and leave the kitchendoor unlocked when I'm out after my curfew.
My friends are my saviors. I have permission to mention them by their real names when I'm rambling online [which they know I do a lot], so... Haylee, Adam, Jason, Lindsey, Steve, Evey and Michael, I love you guys! Especially Haylee. I would do anything [and I mean literally everything] for her. She is the only one who can stop me from purposedly walking into lamppoles when I'm high on sugar. And yes, this tends to happen a lot. In class, she throws me notes with random lines on them when she's bored. And then we and up having giggle fits. But damn the principal, because he has decided to split us up. Now we don't share any of our classes, except creative writing. And this sucks, because that is the only class I really adore and pay attention to. Along with art class of course. So we still can't have fun and fool our teachers.
Because our teachers are so easily fooled. Not to mention most of them are too lazy to report it when half of the class skips three times in a row. No problem! Awesome, much?
Anyhow. It is now Sunday, and I can say it has been a very boring weekend. You see, my mother and got into another fight so she grounded me for the whole two days. And I hate it when she does that, I was supposed to go stay over and Lindseys and think of new lyrics for the new song she wrote wonderfully. Damn. I was so bored, I even concidered watching a political debate [=poison] on television when nothing better was on. Luckily, I didn't. So now I was stuck at home all weekend, writing my ass off. Too bad none of what I wrote really fits in with my storylines, so I didn't get the chance to post anything. I'm sorry my loyal fans [all fifteen of you -.-'']!!!
Ah well. God bless mp3-players. Mine always works to chase away severe boredom, both in class and when grounded.
Are you still reading? Whoa. You deserve cookies now. Too bad I was pigging out last night and ate all the cookies *shows empty biscuit tin* See? Sorry for you. Ah! The phone rings! Bless whoever the caller is.
[...]
It was just Jason... He forgot the homework for history class. You see, Jason has a tendancy to forget to write down the homework and do it last second [as in sunday night or monday morning]. And usually he has to call me about it, or has to copy it from me before school starts. Yes, I'm the nerd who always finishes her homework in time. Well, not really. I just usually don't have anything better to do Saturday morning when I wake up to early for comfort. Weird, much? But usually I have my homework finished in class already, so my friends can abduct my work and I don't have to do anything and can just hang around the house. Yay for booksmartness!
I hope my mother decides she doesn't feel like cooking... You see, she's the only one in this family that knows how to cook [well, some dishes *shifty eyes*], because the males in our family tend to love food, but only when they can eat as much as they want of it. And the only thing I can prepare is pasta. Loads of it. So, if my mom decides she's not in the mood, my brother and I can call the pizza place and order one salami and one vegetarian.
Oh, did I forget to mention I'm a vegetarian? Well, excuse me. The taste of meat grosses me out, ever since I first learned how to chew, and I just adore animals. So it was kind of matter of factly for me to become a veggie at thirteen. Been one for two years now. yes, I'm fifteen, I'm not paranoid enough to lie about my age online. That, I find pathetic. Pathetic, or gross in case it's a perverted guy in his fifties pretending to be a preppy teenage girl with an obsession of puppies.
Ahem. Did I just say that?
God bless the randomness. I'll let you go now. I'll stop the suffering, I'll stop to boggle all of your eyes out with my incredible vocabulaire [Ahem].
Ja ne! [loving Japanese greetings today, everyone I come across looks at me like I'm out of my mind when I say stuff like Konnichiwa and Ohayou. How I love recieving weird glances!]
Nika
Messages are greatly loved by the person that is I [feeling dramatically poetic today - did you notice?]
