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I have been in my new apartment for quite some time now. Most of you, (and when I say that, I mean my close friends) have been asking about the serious lack of writing on my part as of late. Others have just given up on me completely. I guess they just figured I finally fell off the face of the earth and they could go on with their lives without having to worry about my incessant bitching. Nope! Sorry.

Yes, I am still alive, and able to communicate regularly again. Time to start blogging. Time to start pissing off my friends again. Joy.

Anyway- after my little introduction there, I need to fill everyone in on what has been going on in the sad little world of Nikki. Hmmm. School has officially been in session for a few weeks now, so I have returned to my stressed, pessimistic alter ego. I love it. My classes have been a bit trying, but we all know when it is all over and I have finally made the grades, I’ll tell everyone it was a piece of cake. The line-up includes English, Humanistic Psych, Astronomy Honors, and US History. Two easy teachers, two hard ones. Good balance I guess.

Other interesting news, (for me at least) is my new phone. I got a black Motorola RAZR and fancy dancy Bluetooth ear piece. I feel very professional and important now. Oh, and if you are having a hard time finding me around campus; well, I am the dork with red glasses, white Crocs, walking around talking to myself. Yep. That would be me. Many thanks to my father for providing the funding for this new toy and helping me amp up the geek factor. Love ya.

Been listening to a lot of Panic at the Disco lately. In fact, I made one of their songs, “I Write Sins, Not Tragedies,” a ring tone on my new phone. If you want to make your own ring tones for free, check out this handy site. Lot’s of my friends ask me where I get my unique ringers, and well, this is the secret. And I don’t pay a dime.

Anyway, the point of me referring to that song in particular, is very important. It is exactly the way I feel right now. I love the song and it’s melodies, but what I am relating personally to is only the title.

“I Write Sins, Not Tragedies” It could not fit me and the way I feel any better.

(Be prepared, I am about to go on a tangent that has no proper introduction but this vague reference to a Top 40 song….you have been warned!)

I feel like my writing is such a wonderful outlet for my urgent drive to be heard and my constant need for expression, but yet, it gets a lot of people upset. I censor this site a great deal, but lot’s of things slip by. There is just too much bitter opinionated crap inside of me to deal with, and I forget how touchy people can get. I apologize for my “sins.” Furthermore, I also want to say, (in light of the song of course) that they are not “tragedies.” It is not the end of the world. And if you stop to think about it for just one second, you may see that it is just your screwed up perspective. I don’t know. I don’t care anymore. I will write sins and perhaps even tragedies. I will gladly entertain the comments of others, but I will no longer let it get to me. It won’t get in the way of my writing anymore. So screw you and the critic inside my head. Ha.

Okay- now that I have that werid bitchy stuff outta my system, I am proud to annoucne that I am now an official staff writer for the West Georgian, the newspaper here at the University. I finally can say cool stuff like, “Hi, this is Nicole from the West Georgian, calling to ask you a few questions…”

I am very excited and relived to get involved with something on campus that I actually care about that doesn’t have the phrase “Honors” somewhere in it. Perhaps because I got the job, I went on my little rant about expression earlier, who knows. Bobby, my new editor and chief, (another cool phrase I can now say) even seemed open to a column. Now I have to produce results. It is a bit nerve racking I must say, but oh so very cool.

So- that’s about it. My life right now. As always, thanks for reading.