For the longest time I've been uncharacteristicly sneering at the prospect of watching movies, especially with chums, becasue watching a movie is something you do with someone you have nothing in common with, and I'm constantly being shushed. It might be my attention span, which disallows any activities where I can't let my mind wander without ( Read more... )

I'll take care of the first two, but the third is up to you. Please add new e-diary: www.livejournal.com/users/nikkyisms ( Read more... )

I decided to give up the alias. I'm done with being a figure of amusement, and while I hope to remain an amusing figure (see the difference?) I'll be doing so as the real and charming Nikky McCarvill instead of the flighty and somewhat fraudulent Margarita Palmtree. Like Chris Gaines before her, the character is in some ways rather better than ( Read more... )

I've gone and lost my i.d, the most undignified thing a person can lose, perhaps because it's one of the more important things a person has. I associate the gross irresponsibility involved in losing one's i.d with teenage mothers unable to collect their welfare cheques and crackheads who can't get their methadone. Losing i.d makes me think of ( Read more... )

I occasionally feel as though I'm someone who will make an actual difference in the world. What do you think?

More importantly, why is the drunk emticon green and puking? I want it to be yellow and smiling too much and tipping to and fro and giggling.

I feel like these two paragraphs cancel eachother out.

I only have heat in my place when they turn it on upstairs, and they're either too warm or too cold-hearted to do so ( Read more... )

The best thing about having a computer in my room, and even, if I wish it, in my bed, is that I can make lots of 5 am drunken livejournal postings. Tonight I attended my first ever toga party, leading me, inexplicably, to decide that I need to hang less with smarmy hipsters and more with idiot University students. Also, tonight I did speed for ( Read more... )

I don't usually like having nice things, and especially nice things with sentimental value, because something terrible inevitably happens to them. Like the gold teacup given to me by a certain ex-boyfriend that my mother accidently knocked over and broke, or the earrings I inherited from my oma (the only thing I inherited from her) which I forgot ( Read more... )

I think that when we talk about things rocking there's a certain sort of rocking that we tend to ignore. There's a favourite band of mine that rocks so hard that the word "rocks" is even the misspelled prefix of their name. Yes, Roxette ( Read more... )

Dear Livejournal/Everone else/Especially Caitlin ( Read more... )