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| ATTENTION EVERYBODY, and I mean EVERYBODY: We are hosting a 007 New Year's Eve party in Grand Forks at our house. Dress up like Bond or one of the Bond girls, or your favorite character from one of the Bond movies (I hear there's a character named Pussy Gallore?) Otherwise, just dress in black and white. There will be many games, a bar, music, dancing, and of course, friends. Aaaaw. You're welcome to show up whenever you can, and leave whenever you feel like it...depending on what kind of shape you're in. All are welcome to stay the night. Heck! Bring a sleeping bag. We have blankets and a couple extra beds too. Although there will be a bar, it is still a good idea to BYOB. So, bring your friends, and help us ring in the new year (007 style) in Grand Forks. If you have any questions or need directions you can email me at nikorenae@hotmail.com. We hope to see you soon! | | |
| I'm leaving, no not on a jet plane, but just plain old leaving. Grand Forks. It doesn't look too appealing to me, but I'm moving there anyway. I'll be living in what we call "The Crack House," but it really isn't much of one anymore, and never really was, but just looked like what we thought a crack house would look like. I mean, a wall made of doors, a room furnished with about 4 desks, a single twin mattress on the floor in a huge unfurnished room....well you know.
This "Crack House" that I speak of will be free!! All I will have to pay for is internet. So if you're ever up in Grand Forks, I live in the house behind the Earl Pomeroy billboard, which used to be a Red Pepper billboard. We'll have a warm bed and promise of a good time waiting for you. I probably shouldn't have used bed and good time in the same sentence, but maybe you didn't even catch that until now.
Anyway, come visit us in Grand Forks, and/or let's make some plans to hang out soon. You won't regret it. Promise. | | |
| - I sure as hell better not have been just a business prospect.
So, remember when I was talking about how I had to go to an AA meeting? Yes, of course you do. Well, tonight, I went to a Shaklee meeting with Muscles. It's funny how those two organizations are a lot alike. "Hi, my name is_______, and I've been a member since August 24, 2004."
"Hi _____!"
Hmmmm.... at least the company wasn't terrible. Ok, a little better than not being terrible.
Don't go to Hide n Seek. I'm telling you this for your own good. Your wallet will remain $1.50 thicker.
Again with the playgrounding. It's got to happen soon. This weather isn't going to stay Springly for much longer, and I just don't think playgrounding is a thing of the summer.
This weekend was one filled with reunions. It made me smile.
Let's keep this girl smiling. | | |
| - Can you feel it?
It's definitely March.
March means Spring...
Spring means Summer, soon enough...
Summer means EVERYTHING.
But I still like Spring better. Because it's the beginning, and beginnings are the best.
I have some pretty relentless butterflies in this stomach of mine. Everything is looking up, not that it was looking down, but it just was. But this is wuuuuunderful.
I have a subungal hematoma. That means I'm badass. This too is wonderful. Kind of in the way that it sucks a bunch. You know.
So I read FCT's post, and I just remembered walking to Fryin Pan at 3 in the morning, in a groups of 3 zillion...or so it seemed, for 3 in the morning anyway. I liked those summer nights/mornings. I can only hope for that this summer.
Oh yeah, as soon as the snow's gone, I'm going playgrounding. Any company would be enjoyed, but I'll go alone if I have to. This is not something to be missed. Spring is the prime time for playgrounding, and I'm not about to miss out.
I need to stop listening to the same 2 cds over and over. Jem and The Garden State soundtrack are what I fall asleep to, and wake up to, and open Subway to, and any in between time to. Still not sick of them.
Come down now? No. I think I'll stay.
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| Best show ever. And I mean EVER.
Yeah, I get a little too enthusiastic, but I know good stuff when I hear it.
Good stuff is...
Ashton Ink + If I die = New York Sleeps
Battle at Sea?...I think that's the name. Saxophones are sexy
Passions...RESPEC KNUCKLES
The music playing when you're on hold, waiting to talk to someone from US Bank
Is it bad that I can't control my laughter when someone asks for "Monetary Cheddar bread?" Or how bout this one..."Yeah, give me Montgomery Cheddar bread." HUH?? Where do you get Montgomery from?? I'm sorry, sometimes I laugh at another's expense.
So a girl at work told me that I remind her of Hillary Duff. Later, she changed her mind and said that I was more of the Ashlee Simpson type. So either I'm a ditz trying to act and sing, failing miserably at both, or I'm a ditz trying to act and sing, again, failing miserably at both. Thanks Leslie. Thanks a lot.
*The location of my work place was not meant to be a secret. I like visitors, but I was just trying to challenge the potential ones. Main Avenue. There you have it.
Oh Canada!
The Starting Line...heh! | | |
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