horizon stretches from east to west, seperating us by distances. its disappointing how some people don't see the beauty in things. if you look at a sunset and say, its just a sun or look at a tree and say its just a plant, your terribly wrong. its so much more than that. you need to look deep within things. just like in a person. you just need to look at things in the right light. this is probably just crap to you, I don't really care. music is the way to my heart, nicolerisque.

your heart out in a million brilliant shades of ruby red. im quitting, cold turkey, this dyk crap. it was complete nonsense anyways. oh dear, I've become another moody teenager, angry with [myself, but taking it out on] the world. its a shame. deadtired. I missed your skin while you were east, nicolerisque.

drinks jelly beans from a margarita glass because alcohol gives him nightmares. I bought me some yellow converse and drew on them. can you say speed racer? also bought me some wayfarer sunnies. can you say holy crap that's awsome? tomorow. six flags. more flags, more fun. I've always loved it there. the drive is an hour from where I live, but its worth it. riding rollercoasters helps me clear my mind. get away from everything. its a good feeling. and you get the adrenaline rush too. dyk: gitchee gitchee goo means I love you. my contact fell ou of my eye. I lost it. it now resides somewhere underneath my bed along with dirty clothes and dust bunnies. so now im stuck with one green eye and one brown eye. gah. I haven't taken out my contacts or cleaned then since who knows when. ha, that's not good. I finished my wall painting today. took me a month. I like it, a lot. a lot a lot a lot. its new york city. the entire thing. I painted the empire state building, statue of liberty, central park, the courthouse. every. little. detail. its almost crazy, but like I said, I like it. a lot a lot a lot. reinventing love, nicolerisque.

fall across our cheeks as our lips press together. we pay no attention to this cold weather. a lot of people have been asking me were I got my screen name from. (hollywoodfadeaway) I guess ill use that for my dyk of the day. dyk: my screen name comes from a Hole song, Celebrity Skin. it doesn't directly say "hollywood fade away" but while listening to the song, I came up with it. holly shizznit. I fell in love. :o with norther downpour. jeeez. the words are nonsense, but have so much eloquence to them. I can't explain it. as soon as it started, a chill ran up my spine. "hey moon, please forget to fall down. hey moon, don't you go down." when I listen to it, its like gravity is nonexistant. I float up into the sky and the clouds hug my skin. I start spinning, and the world just disappears. wow. I am a victim of procrastination. its roots are too deep inside me for me just to dig this habit out. I know I should be doing my project, but I don't. its fine though. I usually don't do things until a day or two before, and evrything turns our wonderful. I still get really stressed and freaked out about it though. hahaha, I was reading through my past entries, and I have MANY spelling and grammar errors. tisk. its shameful. ill try to do better in future entries. this is quite longer than my other entries, isn't it. one last thing and I sware im done. elvis died on the crapper. (nooo, I am not using profanity words, crapper is actually the last name of the man who invented the toilet) but there are still people who think that elvis is alive. people who think that he faked his death. crazy, yo. oh, and then there's other people who think paul mccartney is dead. they think paul died in a car crash and the remaining three beatles tried to cover it up by hiring a look/sound-a-like in paul's place. crazy, yo. my heart just skipped a beat, nicolerisque.

bad side compliments you like gold benefits a king. dyk: my eyesight is 20/30. which is indeed terrible. bamboozle left is in a few days! april fiffth to be exact! it kinda sucks cos I have a party on that day too. (but bamboozle is way more important, so I just won't go) the big dodger came is also in a few days. its on saturday. dodgers vs. redsox at the collesium to celebrate the 50th anneversary. the game doesn't start till seven, but were getting there at 12 cos were gonna tailgate. I text like way too much. from feb 24 to mar 24, I have used 4763 text messages. I am not exagerating, I am completely serious. from mar 25 (2.30am) to mar 26 (12.52am) I have used 327 messages. don't you think that's crazy? I think im addicted, yo. I barley noticed it, but my etymology project is due in like 5 days, and I haven't even started. I kinda blanked out, until I remembered while reading organised-chaos's journal. im freaking out over here. repeatitively speaking, nicolerisque.

and empty sidewalks, never looked so pretty with you watching. why indeed, I do realize the time! its 2.14 am in california, and im sleepless. its a good thing I don't have school tomorow, right. dyk: I have pants in every color (red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black,) but I don't own a normal pair of jeans. tom delonge has such a pretty voice. (yeah I said pretty, watcha gonna do about dat?!) his voice is the one that's been singing me to sleep through my bedroom speakers. I want to post more, but I just realized how sleepy I am. yaaawwwn. (rhymes with lawn) tripping eyes and flooded lungs, nicolerisque

your fingers against these strings, pluck them tight and hear the beauty spilling out. jai guru deva om. across the universe is my favorite song. its lyrics are simply amazing. it grabs me by the hand and takes me to another worldd. what's your favorite song. :D everyday, my neighbor sits on the roof of his garage and plays his guitar. he's good, but his voice is just wow. so today when he went out to play, I brought my guitar too and played with him. we stayed on his roof for a while. he says I got "skills" and he wants be to join his band, but I don't know if I should. peut-être. dyk: people used to call me "bob" even though my name is nicole, which has nothing to do with bob. ewww, something nasty happened during history. (nasty, that reminds me, if you have xbox live, add me, my gamertag is thatsnasteh) so we were watching into the west, and all of a sudden, adam pointed at my sweater and said "eww". I looked and I thought it was a stain, so I was like whatever. then, I looked again, and it moves. it. was. a. bug. a nasty gross creppy bug. so I stood up, flung my arm, and ran around screaming. (my history teacher is pretty cool, so she just laughed and I didn't get in trouble for running and screaming or anything). then everybody gathered around where I was sitting before, and tryed to look for the bug (since I flung it). we couldn't find it, so we stopped looking. later adam found it near brittney. it turnd out to be a potato bug. grosss. boring you in ways you never imagined, nicolerisque

across our skin and friction between our bodies. mmm, I know I posted today, but I need to post again. I have too much inside of me right now, and im dying to let it out. (: I need advice on my love life, so someone, please email me. thanks. I would say my problem directly out here, but Im afraid that people I know are reading it too. so please email me. (: on a happy note, christian siriano won project runway. jeeez, I freekin love him. his clothes, his personality, and his hair (a lot) (x dyk: I can play "banana pancakes" on the guitar. the lyrics to that song, wow. that would be my perfect day. lying in bed with my boyfriend on a rainy day. sleeping in. making banana pancakes. lace up your shoes, nicolerisque

of my favorite things. chapstick and sixteen candles. a rumor is spreading that I like some guy. I find it funny. he is in no way attractive (to me at least) he's just my friend. :D you know what I find even funnier. the fact that my mom thinks that every guy I talk to is my boyfriend. I must be a whore, because if my mom is right, I have A LOT of boyfriends. (x so every entry im going to tell you something that hardly anyone knows. ill call it dyk. sooo. DYK that I sleep with the same john lennon shirt every day. (idk why, I just can't fall asleep without it. I feel out of place) deliverying golden skies and clouds of green, nicolerisque

dance beneath my eyelids. floating away on the stage of the sky. im dreaming, again. but not sleeping, again. just laying here, while alex gaskarth and jack barakat sing me to sleep. I have a question for you guys. why is everyone sending me hatemail. like, I got one the other day from a girl who called me a bitch and said my journal entries are mean. but she read my old journal (ttdup). seriously, im not even mean, I just tell it like it is. (: but if you get to know me, I swear I really am I nice person. actually, I think im pretty amazing, due to the fact that you'll never find anyone quite like me. (: restless and naïve, nicolerisque