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

lie under my bed and behind the closet doors, begging to take me away from you. the trees are begining to get their leaves back and the cold is starting to leave. it might not be spring every where else, but in california, winter is cut short. I love it.

feeling I get when our lips meet sends me sinking into the clouds, spinning in rectangles. how was your new years? that's good. [: oh mine, well I have blisters on my fingers and it feels like my arms are about to fall off. why? me && few friends playing as a band from 6 to midnight. of course this was on new years eve, but it still hurts. its wierd... its like I have no idea what im doing but somehow my fingers know exactly what to do. school is going to start in a couple of days. ugh. but then again yay. I miss all my friends. I mean... I have been talking to them, but its not the same. you know?

mmmm... hello. [: I am nicole. pleased to meet you. you might know me as TTDUP, but I've finally decided on a new username. hollywoodfadeaway don't be afraid to talk to me, I don't bite. what to expect from me? you never know what your going to get, so don't expect something, 'cause you'll get an entirely different thing. :D talk to me about music, its what I love. listen to what I have to say, and ill do the same for you. make me a mixtape ++ ill love you forever. [: read my journal, you just might like it.