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Talking fast, msn and selling my soul to Brangelina

I always wonder why I am so great at things that will get me nowhere in life…

For example, I am a brilliant procrastinator, I can speak an barely audible speed, I have infinite knowledge of superman, I can talk to animals. Yes, I meant that last one. I didn’t say they spoke back. Anyway, what I am trying to say is that none of these things will help me at all… unless someone is looking for a really fast talking, slow working, superman nerd with a pet dog.

You never know.

But if there is one thing I am good at that might just get me somewhere. I am ahead of the technological crowd.

It all began one day when I stumbled upon a small site called myspace. I signed up and got my very own little page where I could put stuff, and post these little things called ‘bulletins’ and message my friends. Only problem? I didn’t know anyone else that used the site… So I told my friends all about it. Their response: ‘Get back of msn, silly” (paraphrased).

Fast Forward 3 months.

“Nicola, why don’t you have a myspace?”

“I do…”

So then, always on a quest for knowledge, power and Dr Pepper, I found this other small site called FaceBook. So I signed up. You could do a few more things, but I was never completely sold on the idea, because I didn’t have any friends on there because noone used it… so I told them about it.

Their response: “No way, we looove myspace. Did you see my new layout?”

Fastfoward 3 months:

“Nicola why do you still use myspace?”

I like the bands on there alright!

Then, on my continued quest, I discovered twitter. A few days later, a lecturer in uni asked if anyone had one. I was the only one. My classmates looked at me like I had sold my soul to Brangelina.

One day soon that will make me awesome…

Still waiting…

Be random…

Nikki…

Powerpoint, Mime conventions and Arty sims

I am back. I didn't die in the barren land of silence. In fact, I am in the same place today. I sit here, reading about how powerpoint is ruining our brains, and the room is nowhere near as silent as last time.

There are two reasons for this:

1) Last week there was a international Mime Convention.

Or

2) Maybe I imagined the whole thing.

A thought just hit me, how cool are mimes! And, for that matter, how much easier do they have it. I mean other than the 'Mum, I am a mime conversation', life would be so much simpler for them. Rather than having to answer questions in class academically, they could just make a face and make deranged hand movements and everyone would just smile, nod and move on. The teacher would here make a note never to call upon that student again, and life would be sweet.

A mime would never have to have awkward 'where is our relationship going talks', because well, you know. Add to that the ease of job interviews and a get out of trouble free card at school. (Because no one can stay mad at a mime, and people love them.)

After weighing up my options, I have decided that there is no other choice for me but to become a mime.....

at least until playing the Sims becomes an art form....

Be random

Nikki, the slightly nerdy mime.

p.s. ..............

p.p.s. (that was me making mime smalltalk)

Age old Bandaid dilemmas, claiming of the gummies and Yoda.

It's always hardest to do things quietly when you know you have to do them quietly. Like right now. I am sitting in a uni library and every sound someone makes seems to disturb the strange species of humans that surround me. They are quiet, antisocial and seem to feed on the awkwardness of others.

It has been an awkward and strange half an hour for me here in the library. I arrive and have to climb about 5 sets of stairs to find a place where I can plug in my laptop, because I forgot to charge it. I find a spot, and face my first dilemma: Do I open my bag and pull out my laptop slowly and quietly, or fast and louder? It's just like that age old bandaid dilemma: to rip or not to rip. I am the sort of person to just rip it off. A moment of pain and then it is gone. So I use this to inform my decision now. I pull out my stuff quickly, and somewhat loudly. This is met with at least 5 sets of eyes now staring at me with the passion of oh, say 1000 flaming suns.

Minutes later, people recover and are back to their own world of study and such. My typing is now the loudest sound in the room. How do people turn their pages so silently? Now I face my next dilemma. Before this 5 stairwell trek to the abyss of student learning, I purchased for myself a bag of lollies, from the lolly shop. They are in a paper bag, which is not hard to open quietly. But should I do it? Should I open the bag and claim the gummies which are rightfully mine? I decide yes, of course and am met with more stares, as I attempt to open the bag quietly. I have never eaten a bag of lollies so slowly in my life.

I sneeze. Not for any particular reason, except for the fact that I am sicker than Clark Kent in that episode where he comes back from the Phantom Zone (pretty much a big inter-dimensional freezer). My sneeze is louder than when he discovers he has a super sneeze.

About 5 minutes ago someone's phone went off. Yes, Yoda informed everyone in the room that 'A message he has'.

Every time I sniffle, it's like a knife, searing through the silence.

I don't think I can take it.

I don't want to die in the barren land of silence.

If this is my last blog - I love you all.

Be random

Nikki.

The internet, another tanty and version 1.0

The internet hates me.

I know what you are thinking, "Nicola, how could you hate the internet?" No. I LOVE the internet. I blog. I have a facebook. I now twitter. I have a myspace. I still email. (Although I have heard that email is on the outs now.) Google is my homepage. I have a Youtube account.

And yet...

The internet is unkind to me. So here is what happened.

For uni, we have to make this wiki about ourselves. Easy enough. As you all know, I love talking about myself almost as much as I love Dr Pepper. Or Doctor Who. So I am writing away and it is time to put in a link, to another wiki page. Unfortunately for me, my link wasn't working. So I do the most logical thing. I throw a tanty and ask the teacher for help. I do exactly what I did the first time and now it decides to work. Super. So I look like a complete dimwit. Thank you Mr internet.

Now, I have one main concern. I mean, what do you do when the internet is mad at you? How do you escape the internet? I imagine that this situation can only end in the style of Eagle Eye or iRobot. I am going to be hunted down. My facebook page will disappear. I won't exist anymore :o ! (I might still have my myspace page, but that doesn't count, right?) I won't be able to send tweets out, and people will think that I left the country, or worse, the planet! I won't be able to visit my youtube page and will lose all my 12 subscribers!

Oh well. Life goes on.

Nerdy Quote for the day:

'If at first you don't succeed; call it version 1.0'

be random

Nikki

Devil Urine, Birdsnest and Eyeball Papercuts

When I wrote you last, I left as an optimist. But optimism is difficult. Especially when:

You're drinking a Dr Pepper and someone refers to it as the urine of Satan.
However, I remain strong. I have to. For the Doctor. For P-Dizzle. (Both references to Doctor pepper, in case you didn't catch that.)



The day after you wash your hair, it rains:
Result = Frown on my face, birdsnest on my head.


Someone tells you that you will most likely never be a published author:
Allow me for a moment to delve into my bag of nerdy space quotes and pull out this little beauty. I will first set the scene.

Hans Solo, C3PO, and Leah from futurama (I mean of course princess Leia, silly) are about to be blown into oblivion for some reason or another.

C3PO says: The odd of our survival are (Blurts out some insane million to one ration)

Hans Solo replies: Never tell me the odds. Leads them all to safety, gets the girl. Then gets frozen in Gold goop.

Well, ain't that a papercut on the eyeball... ha!

Until next time,

Be Random

Ever the optimist, Nikki

Awesomeness, Disks of power and Forgotten keys.

So it's been a week since last I blogged, and I must apologize. It won't happen again. Ok, so maybe it will. But I will try.

Yesterday was an awesome day, but it's awesomeness was dragged down by some not-so-awesomeness. It was like the universe suddenly became pessemistic, like in that episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where he wins a prize but knows something bad is just waiting, lurking around the corner.

First, I was able to buy Season 7 of Smallville. Yes, as much as I know that it stuffs around with the mythology and is at times a bit soapie- I just can't get enough. I am pretty much a nerd now huh? HOWEVER, on the way to get these six disks of power, my bus went completely in the wrong direction. Buses go on the busway. This bus felt the need to be individual and go against the grain. Or in this case, into traffic.

Second, I bought said six disks of radness, but then got home and couldn't get inside, BECAUSE I FORGOT MY KEY!!!

'So,' I hear you ask, (not really, this is the internet I can't actually hear you, that would be weird), 'How many episodes did you end up watching?'...

One and a half.
1.5
Uno y media
Yes, that last one was in Spanish.
I am cynical and bilingual.
1.5 out of 20 episodes...

Life is grand isn't it?

But at least I have the DVDs. And a house. And Transport. And food. And clothes. And... Ok, I think you get the picture.

So now I am going to spend the next week in super-dooper optimist mode.

I will let you know how that goes. (Although I know it is going to be just Peachy!

Be Random

Don't be pessy(mistic)

Nikki