Nicole

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Siegel High

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God, School (some what), intelligent conversation, books, music, theatre, shopping, road tripping with my buddies, chocolate, obviously updating my two online journals, dancing, singing, politics, mock trial, riding horses, writing poetry and stories, working on my scrap book, taking random pictures, watching movies, muddin, spendin what little time I'm given with the love of my life, trying to keep my life under control .freefever { This layout is from www.freefever.com/myspace } body, body.bodyContent { background-image:url('http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r6/cwm1021/layout_bg/16484332_l.jpg'); background-position:Top Left; background-repeat:repeat; background-attachment:scroll; cursor:Default; background-color:white; scrollbar-face-color:FF6666 !important; scrollbar-track-color:FF0000 !important; scrollbar-arrow-color:FFFFFF !important; scrollbar-shadow-color:FFFFFF !important; scrollbar-3dlight-color:FFFFFF !important; scrollbar-darkshadow-color:FFFFFF !important; } table, tr, td {background:transparent; border:0px;} input {background-color:transparent !important;} td, span, div, input, a, table td div div font, body, body.bodyContent div table tbody, body.bodyContent tr td font { color:FFFFFF !important; font-family: "Georgia" !important; } td, span, div, input, table td div div font, body, body.bodyContent div table tbody, body.bodyContent tr td font { color:FFFFFF !important; } body, body.bodyContent, div, p, strong, td, .text, .blacktext10, .blacktext12, a.searchlinkSmall, a.searchlinkSmall:link, a.searchlinkSmall:visited, .btext, .redbtext, .nametext { color:FFFFFF !important; } a { cursor:Default !important; color:FFFFFF !important; } a:hover { cursor:Default ; color:FF9999 !important; } img {border:0px;} body, body.bodyContent, html {visibility:visible !important; display:block !important} div.msmnet{position:absolute;right:5px;top:35px;border:1px solid rgb(128, 128, 128);background:url(http://i140.photobucket.com/albums/r6/cwm1021/msmaster/fade.jpg) repeat-x 0 0 ;padding:0;margin:0;}div.msmnet ul{list-style:none;padding:5px;margin:0;}div.msmnet ul li{padding:2px;}div.msmnet ul li a:link, div.msmnet ul li a:visited{color:rgb(128, 128, 128);font-family:"Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;}div.msmnet ul li a:hover, div.msmnet ul li a:active{background-color:rgb(128, 128, 128);color:white;text-decoration:none;font-family:"Trebuchet MS", Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;} MySpace LayoutsMySpace LayoutsMySpace CodesMySpace Backgrounds

It's funny how...

December 08 2005

time flies by. I can't believe that I'm already through my first semester of college. It feels like only yesterday I was walking that line at graduation. It's hard to imagine that it's all really moving this fast. I was thinking about it all the other day.

It seems like not long ago I was sitting in history class passing notes instead of paying complete attention to DBo, that I was going to long rehearsals and living off of fast food and junk from a vending machine. It seems as though just the other day I was panicing because I did't know who I was going to go to Prom with. It seems as if it was just yesterday that I was desperately wishing to escape high school.


I look back and sometimes I'm just flooded by the memories of all the things that happened to me. I can recall things absolutely clearly sometimes. I remember breakfast every morning with the same group of people. We told the same stupid jokes all the time, but they were still freakin hilarious. I remember card games and playing I Never, BS and Palace. Lunch with best friends and CSI in CJII. I remember Prom and Graduation, the party after and the crazy things we loved to pull. I remeber ejector seats and stolen shoes shiny black pants and random comments. I remember roses and bears and a going away party, can hockey and guys trapping squirrels. Potash and Freshman, two halves of one brain. It's almost like no time has really passed.


It's funny how time flies. Especially when you aren't paying attention.