The Twilight Zone

A young girl got home from her exhausting job. Tired. Alone. She pressed the power button of her sleek black computer and sat down. She didn't suspect anything unusual. It was an ordinary day. An ordinary computer. And the girl logged on just as she has many times before. Except today wasn't ordinary; the girl had logged on to

The Twilight Zone.


I think the Twilight Zone is very plausible. You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into... the Twilight Zone.

It could happen. I bet it has happened.
Like this one time, I was driving at night and I saw a deer, but I didn't hit it and it ran into the trees. Bam! I bet I was in the Twilight Zone for a split second.
But that's not the only instance. Once, my sister couldn't find her keys. She searched and searched and never found them. I think I know where those keys are. Those keys are hidden in the Twilight Zone.

Nineteen

I really do try to make this blog stupid. I mean, that's my goal (you can EASILY tell by my previous posts) but I can't really put this post on my "everyday blog" because it's...too big? AND it just doesn't fit. I guess. So here we go, bear with me...or don't.

Well, I'm nineteen now, so different than eighteen, right? Okay, maybe not. But it feels surprisingly different. It's not exactly a monumental birthday...not a sweet 16, legal adult 18, super awesome drinking 21..or anything like that, but it really has got me thinking. The year has sped by so quickly, and everything has changed so much. Friends coming and going...friends changing...me changing. Everything is different and so much harder. Also, before I continue...

Available. Check it.

I kid I kid. Well, I'm serious, but I'm not. You know? You know. We're good. Here we go.
Back to friends coming and going. It's all a part of growing up I guess, which makes me sound super young, but it is. People grow and people grow apart.  It seems that a lot of people have a "forever friend" not someone they will be friends with forever and ever (although I'd like to think so) but someone they've been friends with "for forever".
...Like Shawn and Gus!

I guess my forever friend would be Emily, and by "I guess" I mean I know. We've been friends since 2nd grade..so like forever.

Emily and I having fun :)

But there's something about us and different schools. We were friends all through elementary school and enjoyed sock skating, swimming, walking, Barbies (oh yeah), sleepovers, everything! But after our ever so important and life-changing 6th grade graduation we went to different middle schools, and didn't talk our whole 7th grade year. But her school closed down and our friendship reignited in 8th grade. We stayed great great friends 'til graduation when she went to UVU and it was BYU for me. We lamely grew apart yet again, and it saddens me very greatly. Especially since we can't possibly go to the same schools or even be in school forever. In any case, she's in China now and despite drifting apart for the last year, I miss her a lot. A lot a lot.

Thick and Thin Friends

Then there's the thick and thin friends. You know, the friends that will be your friends no matter how many stupid decisions you make, or how rude you are to them, or anything like that. True friends.  These are my thick and thin friends :) With a few additions...you know who you are. I've done some real jerky stuff to these guys, but not only do they forgive me, they never ask for an apology. I don't hang out with them enough...especially for being such awesome people and such outstanding friends.

Best Friends

Then there's best friends. I have a lot of best friends...because I think it's anyone that's not just a "friend friend" You can talk to them about anything. They don't judge you. They listen. They care. They love. My "forever friends" and "thick and thin" friends are most certainly best friends, but I have others as well. Most of my best friends will hopefully become "forever" and "thick and thin" friends, but that's up to time :) And time really does change things. Best friends are the ones that come and go the most, second only to "friend friends". Best friends meet new friends, move, get in relationships, and move on. They're the toughest friends to have, the greatest cause of pain, and the easiest to love.

They're in there <3

Talk to friend. ;)

Another type of friend which often...as in always...overlaps with "best friends" are the talk to friends. For some reason, you can just talk to some people. Others...not so much. Sometimes when you talk to people, everything comes out wrong and nothing comes right, it's like you're venting wrong...and how is that even possible? But it is, with some people...and you have no idea what they think of you afterward, but those are NOT the "talk to friends". Even though, I think a lot of people have a tendency to talk to not-talk-to friends...am I rambling? Yes. Guess you, reader, are NOT a "talk to friend". haha, but these friends are ones that you hide nothing from, because you don't want to, and you don't need to. They care enough to ask, but they don't pretend to care. And more often than not, you don't even have to have any type of serious discussion with a talk-to friend, or even hang out with them that often. When you've snagged a "talk-to-friend," you can just tell. 

Anyway, sometimes friends are hard to understand. Sometimes one friend cares about another too much, sometimes not enough. Sometimes friends hurt each other. Sometimes friends don't mesh as much as they thought. But in any case, friends are friends. To mine, I say thank you. And I give you this
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With love,
Nikole

Gimme Gimme Gimme

I just want to use this super popular blog..to tell the entire world what I want.

• Someone that will know where I am when I disappear, that will find me, and bring me back.
• To see the ocean. To see the ocean with someone. To be brought to the ocean by someone.
• To ride in a plane.
• To ride in a hot air balloon
• To bungee jump
• Sky dive
• To go to a drive-in movie
• Someone to read this list and make one of these things happen...because they're nice like that.
  

Sorry Kids

I was sitting all by me-self remembering all the fun things I did as a kid...and I realized that there are quite a few things that my kids will never enjoy.

1. Awesome Smoke Bubbles.

My parents would always blow their cigarette smoke into bubbles which were so fun and awesome to pop! But my kids will never know the joys. Why? 1.The whole cancer second-hand smoke thing, and 2....I don't smoke.

2. "Drinking" Parties.
My mom taught us kids exactly how to take shots at a young age. NEVER with alcohol, she's not that stupid ;) (Just kidding, I love her!) But we learned the attitude, the actions, how to react to the "burn", how to wash it down with water...stuff like that. Sometimes their buddies would come over and we were the center of attention showing off our "skills" to a group of laughing adults. But I do not drink...and really have no intention to start.

3. Shootin' .

Don't get me wrong, my kids can shoot guns with us as much as they like, because it's super fun! What they will not do, however, is go to a busy campground and shoot beer cans with their Dad with little to no knowledge of gun safety...however that WAS ridiculously fun!

4. Box Love.
Kids should certainly use their imaginations or whatever...but as I recall sitting in a box every single day for HOURS and HOURS on end, I have to wonder how I turned out as somewhat normal as I have. ..I literally just put a box on the lawn and sat in it. Just sat there. In a box. By myself. All day.

5. NICE stuff.

I had my fair share of nice things growing up...A super cool bike (stolen), TWO video cameras for my little movie making phase (broken), a giant beautiful bunk bed (destroyed), an antique toy box (someone's foot went through it), a TOWERING book shelf (shelves split down the center), my own huge stereo (lost...I still can't explain that one), diamond earrings (missing)...

Sorry kids. You're missing out on some good times, but it is what it is.

30-Day Challenge

Okay, here's the stitch..I mean sitch. There's this thing called the "30-Day Challenge" that everybody is doing. Basically you post a song a day for thirty days using certain "criteria". My only beef is that there is nothing challenging about that. SO the title itself is full of lies.

Anywho, I decided to simplify it by taking out all the stupid questions and posting it all at once. Thus, here's a kinda thirty day challengish thingy, but way better because I wrote it. Is that rude of me? Duh. It's me. ;)
Song that makes me happy:  This song describes me. I swear it does!

Song that makes me sad: I don't really listen to music that makes me sad, I feel like that's kinda stupid. No one wants to be sad, right? So here's a song that listen to when I'm already sad.

A song that reminds you of someone: Ashley. Always. :) Oh and I've never seen the music video before, and I must say...weird.

Song you know all the words to: Uh. There's like a zillion, but here's a super good one!

Song people wouldn't expect you to love: .....haha. I love it.

Song you people to play at your funeral:check it.

So there you have it, bam. Go ahead, love it, hate it, appreciate it.

Bucket List this B****

The title of this post is a quote from Easy A...which I quote way way too much. Anyway, this is my bucket list, the things I want...er need to do before I kick the bucket.
...In no particular order...

1. Make-out in through a pair of hazmat suits.
2. Skinny dipping...because for some reason, I haven't yet
3. Ride in a hot air balloon
4. Go somewhere in an airplane, or just go on an airplane ride...or just be in an airplane
5. See the ocean, the real live ocean
6. Kiss a stranger...make it a good kiss.
7. Touch an iceberg
8. Kiss in the rain
(lots of kissin...)
9. Get flowers for no reason
10. Perform in a band..for more than Seth's family.

11. Touch a giraffe
12. Have my portrait painted or sketched
13. Ride in a Limo
14. Have someone sing a song to me
15. Ride in a convertible
16. Make a cake and get paid for it!
17. Meet the love of my life
18. Have fun...in Vegas!
19. Steal a street sign
20. ROADTRIP

21. Jump into water from rather high, fully clothed
22. Glitter fight
23.  Kiss underwater
24.  Dress up to be super gorgeous and fancy for no reason...if I can't find a good reason...
25...finish my buck list.

Valentine's Day Can Suck It.

I know everything about love. Seriously. I do. I mean, I'm what you can call a super pro on relationships. This said, I would like to point out why this day of love, formally known as Valentine's Day, is sucky. I'm I bitter? Duh.
Rated PG 13, just so y'all know.

10 Reasons Why Valentine's Day Can Suck It.

10.) Hearts. Hearts aren't two bumps with a pointy bottom...that sounds bad. What I mean is, they are a bloody muscle that looks like a....a bloody muscle. What's so great about them? They're gross. They keep us alive, but they're gross.
Gross.
Is this a valid point in the slightest? Absolutely not.


9.) It's all about the ca-ching, dough, loot, legal tender, bucks, cash, MONEY. Hallmark has got it made during the month of February. So do florists. Oh, and those people that sell stuffed animals. And candy merchants...and probably jewelry people... restaurants...theaters...ALL under the guise called "love".

8.) Jealous single friends. Just stay home and shut up already. 

7.) Being the jealous single friend. Alienated. Why? Because you're single. THEN, to make you feel worse you're surrounded by sickening displays of kissing, cupids, hearts, pda, and eventually, you're own puke.

6.)The pity gift. Do you want to really know who sent you those flowers? yeah. I'll tell you what, it wasn't not your mom. 

5.) Cupid. So...he's a naked short guy that goes around shooting people with arrows....and we're all...okay with this?

4.) Nothing is good enough thanks to your friends. They tease you if a guy gets you a lame gift. They let you know you're in a "go-nowhere" relationship if you get nothing. And, of course, they let you know that your man is OBVIOUSLY hiding something if you actually get something nice. 

..I only have 7 reasons

Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want Jon Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.

Fashion. The Gist.

People just don't understand the world of fashion and how important it is to existence. I don't know why I said "people" because I meant to say "people who don't understand the world of fashion". So...People who don't understand the world of fashion just don't understand the world of fashion and how important it is to existence. Whatever, forget that. Basically, the purpose of this post is to get you to recognize your inner fashionista, and embrace it! Also, I think a lot of people have a small tinge of curiousity for what style they are...So let's start with the basics.

Types:
Classic
Prim and proper.Jewelry is muted and doesn't carry a bold statement.Well groomed, jeans and a sports blazer make a regular ensemble
This style reminds me of New Yorkers, sophisticated, but kinda boring and asking for rain.

 Preppy

Collared button-ups, polo shirts, khakis, argyle prints and a clean-cut look. People never seem to get this style right. Just think prep school.
This look reminds me of golfers...pretentious golfers. But it's nice








Bohemian

Romantic, carefree, free-spirited. Layers. Textures. Patterns. Tunics, flowing skirts, Ugg boots, flared jeans, fur, ethnic jewelry.

They're called UGG boots for a reason....














Chic
Clean lines, tailored, and ACCESSORIES! All the volume of chic comes from accessories. Bags. Hats. Jewelry. Ties.
Kind of classic's cousin
















Whimsical
An extension of a creative persona, fun, flirty, romantic, youthful, one-of-a-kind accessories that match a playful style. Unconstructed outfits.
Fun! I LOVE this!


















Avant-Garde (ah-vong-gard)
Fashion forward. No apologies. RISK. Ultramodern style that favors black, but will wear a bold and unusual piece that catches the eye of ALL who look upon it. (hee)
I always get conflicted when I see ensembles that are avant-garde...












Goth
Dark, morbit, eroticized fashion. Black is the new black...and the old black...and  just always black.
I think if you can pull off sexy goth, DO IT, but basically no one can...so don't.












Hipster

Too much controversy in this style type. Grunge. Skinny jeans on guys. T-shirts. Facial hair. Hats. I dunno. It's too crazy.
If you always wear jeans and a t-shirt, just tell people your hipster even though you're probably not.


















That's enough for today. Go. Fly away my little fashion divas!

Moral of the Story

There once was a peacock who very much wanted to fly, but due to the fact that peacocks are completely flightless, his wish was impossible. One day, a bull approached the miserable peacock.

"I want to fly, and I'm not sure why I can't," the peacock said, "all the other birds seem to fly just fine".

"Perhaps it is because you are too beautiful" said the bull.

Moral: Animals are idiots.

A caveman and his gay caveman friend were sitting around a fire. Eventually, the fire began to dwindle. The straight caveman poked the fire with a stick until it roared once again. This happened several times before the two cavemen realized they were rather hungry. 

"I kill food. Dino steak." Said the straight caveman.

"Mmm, I am just starving! That sounds faaabulous!!!" said the gay caveman.

While the straight caveman was out tackling dinosaurs, the fire began to dwindle once more. The gay caveman picked up a nearby stick and prodded the fire. Suddenly, he was straight.

Moral: Prodding a fire with a stick makes you feel manly.

Betty and George were best friends. One day, Betty didn't like George's sweater. After several hours of debating, Betty stabbed George in the heart.

Moral: True friends stab you in the front.

Cassandra was terribly ugly. She was so incredibly ugly. She was just really really ugly. One day, a group of slightly ugly to attractive people walked past her. A boy stopped in front of Cassandra as the rest of the group walked by. He stared into her eyes for a while. Then, carefully, he reached into his backpack, pulled out some air freshener, and sprayed all of the contents onto Cassandra's face.

Moral: Ugly people are associated with being smelly

A farmer and his wife had a goose that laid a golden egg every day. They supposed that the goose must contain a lump of gold in its inside, and in order to get the gold they sliced the goose open. To their surprise, the goose had the insides of any other goose. 

A man in a suit witnessed the incident and approached the couple.

"I know a goose that does have gold on the inside." He said, handing them a picture of a man, "This goose is at the Golden Casino every weekend"

Moral: Don't kill for money...unless the Mafia tells you to.

About Me

Nikole, Nikold, Kodie, Nikki, all me...preferably not Nikki, but whatever. I love the things I love and hate much less than I love. AND kisses from me to you (not weird cyber passionate ones, just fake cutesy kind.)