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Well, I have a tumblr now.

No, I'm not switching over. I just have one. Because I do. I dunno. Maybe I'll let all of my adoring fans ask me questions!

Or, maybe I won't and I more or less just made one because I'm procrastinating and I got sick of all the stupid tumblrs I had separately bookmarked. Now I have them all neatly organized.

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Oh, don't even give me that look. Don't judge me for my organizational skills!

And don't give me that "Do your homework, Nicole. Don't fuck it up." Look. I'm getting there. I've done two chapters already! I'm really ADD right now because I'm hungry because soup isn't filling and my cold is getting better question mark. Yeah, that's right. Gonna type out the question mark. YOU GET NO QUESTION MARKS.

<___<

>___>

And don't you think for one second, blog that signing off of Facebook made me do anything. I was gonna do it on my own. So you just... yeah. Take that. Or something.

Okay, I need to eat now.

oh look, another post before midnight.
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I Regret Nothing

E.L.T by V Shape Mind is a great song. Just thought you should know that.

Grumble grumble grumble.

Oh. Hey there. Didn't see ya. No, no. You're fine, have a seat. Stay awhile.

Me? Oh, you know. Neck hurts, sleepy as shit, need a shower, hungry. Don't want to work at 2am. You know, the usual. I just ended up passing right the fuck out on the couch, here. So I've got a few hours. Maybe get some food here. I sure am hungry. You'll have that, though.

I have no idea what I'm doing.







Sorry about that blog. I was too busy eating to write. Where was I? Oh yes. Doing nothing.

I almost posted a video called "Smile, Smile, Smile" because it is The Best Song. Yes, alright, it's ponies. Surprising. I know. But it's cute and good and good and cute. It makes me smile. Heeeeyyyy I see what they did there!

I really don't have much to say. I just know that my last two posts were stupid and I wanted to make them go away. I also don't really have any good videos to post. Well, I mean, I DO but, yanno. I also know that if I start looking for videos I will sit here forever and never take a shower and that's gross. Gotta combat that butt-stink. Ew, butt-stink.

I was going to end it there, but I thought the obligatory "boom" would be a little awkward after talking about butts. So... um...

Oh fuck it.

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Smile, smile, smile.

Dunno what my issue was last night, blog.

Never drink your feelings, kids.

Whatever man. I have Pinkie Pie song. Judge me if you want. It's fucking CATCHY.

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Should have known.

It's funny.

There's a lot of things I COULD be doing right now. Going to bed would be a really good one. Working on homework. Even maybe writing.

Nope. Too busy drinking my feelings again.

Why, you ask? EventhoughyouprobablydontbutIwontgiveyouachoice.

Great question. Not sure. Don't care. Get drunk. Forget it all.

Sure, that sounds really emo. It's not supposed to be. I'm just... unhappy. Like, really unhappy. What's new, right? When am I not whining about how shitfuckingterrible my life is?

I'm trying to distract myself by looking at cabins up North, and thinking about how cool and awesome it would be to spend a few days away from work with 3 awesome people.

And then I promptly get sad again.

What the fuck me? Come on, man. Get it together.

It's the same old problems and insecurities; the same things that have been driving me crazy forever. So why now? I know better. I know everything better. But it won't go away. It probably doesn't help that I woke up this morning and just... my dreams are haunting me. The other night, they were really good and cute and adorable and fun. And last night they were soul-crushing and terrible and I hated every second.

Fuck.

I could write. I should write. Writing takes me to a time where everything was fine and great and I don't have to worry about right now when I'm being a fucking douche over nothing.

I won't, though.

I don't know what I'll do.

Ramble here? To you? You won't know what to say.

I know better.

That's not a mal-intended statement, despite it's attempt in sounding so. It's just fact. I don't know what to say either. So that makes two of us.

Not like it matters a whole lot. Let's be completely, boldly honest; you could light my cats on fire and I'd still give you the world. For free. All you'd have to do is ask. We both know it.

So, whether or not anything was said in response to whatever it is I'm saying is completely beside the point.

Jesus tittyfucking Christ what the goddamnshitfuck am I even TALKING about anymore?

I don't know.

Like Carl once said. "It don't matter. None a dis matters."

Nope.

And I'm not entirely sure why I'm still wasting my time writing it.

I should really edit it. Like, it's... yeah. I should.

I won't though. I don't care enough.

What is wrong with me? Like, no, really. I'm kind of... strange right now.

Betcha didn't guess.

Whatever man. I just... I'm going to do something besides whine. Or something.

Huh

It's been a minute. Thought I'd update to keep you on your toes.

I really don't have much to say right now except that I have a massive headache from, I think, these steroids the doc's got me on. It hasn't been too bad, but I think my body is like WTF are you putting in me (giggity)and I'm like "I don't KNOW".

I haven't bench pressed a car yet, though. So, that's disappointing.

I have a large chunk of the weekend off. Tomorrow, homework. And, let's be honest, Skyrim. Saturday either homework or going to see Awesome People (TM). Sunday is whatever I don't do on Saturday. Add Skyrim to taste. Garnish with rum.

Eeyep.

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It's really not your fault

... if no one cares to talk about it, talk about it...

Yes, I realize how me posting those lyrics is giggle worthy. I'll wait. *whistles*

Good? Good. Leave all snarky comments at the door, please. Alright, I won't kid myself. I know all snarky comments will be left in the comments section, in a text, or on Twitter or Facebook. And let's be completely honest... we both like it better that way.

Anywho. Who has two thumbs and locked herself out of her (running) car and her house today? This guy. Eeyep. Torchy no happy about this. Torchy feel like world's biggest fucking moron. Torchy is unsure as to why she is writing in the third person. Hmm. Torchy want Skyrim. And Rum.

The shitty part is that I called a number that I have... a warranty with? I really don't know what it is. It's like a AAA sort of thing, but I'm supposed to get it for free. So they asked the standard questions. Account number, who's name is on the policy, when it was activated (all info that's on the slip of paper I have), the last 8 characteristics of the VIN... alright, kind of weird but easy to find. Make, model, and year of my car... alright, this seems like it's getting excessive but okay. Where I bought the car. Wait, what? I don't fucking remember the name of the place right now. (I do right now but I didn't at the time and had absolutely no way of finding out.) So after all of this information that was given, since I can't remember the name of the two-bit, hole-in-the-wall place that I got my car from, I don't get free service. I get to pay 60 bucks for this now. You know what dude, whatever. My fucking car is RUNNING. I have no spare key and I just want to fucking get it unlocked. Dude works with me and takes down roughly 600 more answers of mine.

Then, after paying over the phone, he tells me that it will be an hour.

One. Hour.

MY CAR IS RUNNING IT IS COLD AND FUCKING WHAT.

I was mad. Luckily, Alyssa stopped by and I could sit in a warm car and pretend that I didn't want to break a window. Naturally, all the neighbors were incredibly interested. I couldn't feel my hands or feet. You know me, blog, I'm pretty impervious to cold and I was only wearing a sweatshirt. My most of me was warm but my extremities... it hurt. A lot.

Then I got a headache. And then I was hungry.

#firstworldproblems #epicedition

The guy came in like a half hour, though, so that was good. Now I'm playing Skyrim and drinking rum and pretending I wasn't a giant fool today.

That's the last time I try to take out the garbage.

New Truth chapter is up. You already knew that though. Might throw up a special next Tuesday. Not sure. Some people have been asking about it and I have a good idea, but I'm not sure. Speaking of such things, I am getting kind of popular and it's kind of weird. I guess, to me, these people like a story because it tells an awesome love story... I wonder if it would take away the majesty of it if they all knew that I am 90% Vinyl and I have my 90% Octy and my 100000% Lyra. Either way, it's neat to know that I'm inspiring other people to create stories and artworks and whatnot. That's a good feeling.

Course, it's nicer to know that other people, perhaps more important people, are somewhat enjoying it. Don't you think, Blog?

Oh hey, a blog post before midnight.
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