Sing

Today, after quite the long one at that, I was in a pretty good mood.

So I sang on the way home. Really really really loud, and I get to a stoplight. I look out the window and what to I see? (definitely an LDS reference) Two teenagers laughing at me.


Awesome, and not even in a sarcastic way. I probably knew them, but we both laughed at it so good, it's all good.

I love that at least. That I can laugh at myself, because I would be bonkers if I didn't.


So just a quick post, and hopefully some quick inspiration to laugh at yo' self.

love,
nicole

Announcement

So, it's official,  my beautiful sister and her lovely boyfriend are engaged!

What a glorious occasion!

Jakers is so cute with my Rach, and they are so in love it could make one puke. But pukes of love. Yikes, went there.

So anyways, alls I have to say about this match up  is that I completely approve, and that I am glad it's Jake. I am super picky, as any sister would be, so this is quite the accomplishment.

Anyways, here is the most cool picture of them:

They may just be mad at me, but this makes me so happy.

Love them both to pieces.

So in my own way, this is a celebratory, congratulatory, engagatory

Post.

CONGRATS YOU TWO SWOONING FOOLS.

and by fools, I mean that in the best way possible, of course.

Love,

Nicole



Oh Boy

I do apologize for talking about boys often. I'm pretty pathetic.

But I just loved this quote. Because I totally feel this way about lots of boys.

Or should I say men? totally past boys. I've moved on to that creature that actually has to shave daily, and smells like old spice, and wears suits and looks great.

But I love my high school boys.

Who am I kidding? I love all boys, yes I do.

So, yes, yes good sir, I will stare at you.

You are attractive. So what?

Love Nicole

Do it

Like

This picture is courtesy of Grace. Grace, I'm sorry if this color change is disrupting the beauty of the photo.

I just had to. It was cool to me.

I choose to be happy. SO cool. Well I think so. Because if I don't, I may just crawl up in a ball and think too much. I don't want to think too much. It makes me stressed, which doesn't make me happy.

So I thought, why not make a list of all the things that I like and focus on them. They go as follows:

• I like people
• I like listening to ABBA
• I like to be outside, a lot
• I like thrift
• I like to sing theme songs for everything I do
• I like to be in hot tubs
• I like to eat a bunch of cereal all the time
• I like to draw things,
• I like to watch movies where people kiss, or that one girl learns something she didn't know.
• I like to eat healthy, even if my lunch deceives me.
• I like to blog, I really do.
• I like to make ugly faces in pictures. Check out my fb, for more details.
• I like to smell nice smells
• I like to take naps when I have work to do
• I like to share my music with people
• I like to joke around, no matter how dorky the joke.
• I like to laugh at myself the loudest.
• I like to talk to myself in the mirror, to see what I really look like
• I like to ignore my faults.

I think I will just keep doing things I like. Then I like myself more, and I am more happy.

Try it.

• Love, Nicole



Busy lil Lady

         

                      

Alright, fine, you may be sick of movies. So I promise I won't vimeo you for a while. But I just had to show you this. Because it is lovely, and it makes me really love life. It's totally a feel good movie. Slash it won tons of awards if you need to feel like it was worth your time. BUT PLEASE JUST STICK IT OUT.

>>>>>>>>The end is the best part<<<<<<<<<<

but it's totally not one of those, oh I'll just skip to the end, that'll be good enough. Because no, no it won't lil person.

PS. Today was a good day. That is, if you were wondering. I ate panini's with La, and learned how to shuffle. I even took my art test. That's one thing checked off of a thick list. So sometimes it feels really nice to be busy. I know how weird that sounds. But think about it. I like being busy, because getting all of it accompolished is the greatest feeling.

The end.

So really, just love to be busy, OK?

Nicole.

Happiness

This is lovely, and I promise it will make you happy.

It made me happy. I actually smiled, which isn't too hard to do, but sometimes it's good to just lay back after a rough day.

YA KNOW?

okay, I'm stopping now. I don't know what else to type.

So, toodles.

Nicole

Too bad

I mostly just looked literally hot and sweaty, but I do believe today was one of my better days.

Ever had one of those days where you think you look your absolute best, and that's actually probably not true, you've looked better before. Totally. Totally how I am.

But how do I feel my best? I wear a scarf turban. It was my great grandma's. It was beautiful to me. You know it's a good outfit when you see people pointing and laughing. It happens, but that means I've done my job, I've introduced something new. Some Advil for their eyes...Weird metaphor.

But about the whole "you missed out", have you ever dressed up for a particular boy, and realized it was the wrong day, you didn't see him, or you only saw him once? Well that happened. I don't truly have a crush, I have multiple.

Why don't them boys understand the difference between "crushes" and "liking someone",

Ah, well. they'll learn. I think it must be a high school thing. Or I just keep blaming it on that. And by on that, I mean high school.

Today, in my turban, I was on TV. check it out on Monday, at ?? Those question marks mean mystery time, because I don't really want you to watch. But here's a math question that will give away the time.

9+0-2+2-0+nothing

Figure them apples out. (Totally just meshed two sayings together.)

I love you.

Nicole

growing up is hard to do

I often say things I probably shouldn't. My mom often tells me that I don't have a filter, and that I never did. When I was little, I apparently went up to heftier women and told them, in case they didn't notice, just how big they really were.

Or I used to ask people if they had a baby inside, when they most definitely didn't.

Or how they got a baby growing in their bum. That was not a joke, I really did ask someone that when I was little.

But, I've improved from that. A little.

The other day, I was in a group of beautiful teens, and we were all covered in paint (beside the point) huddled in a circle. M accidentally fell to the ground (she was particularly clumsy that day), and I, the intelligent being that I am, yelled to the whole group that I saw her butt crack.

First of all, normally I have enough of a filter, just not enough sense, so that I think a millisecond before I speak, but after that I couldn't believe I really said that.

That may not seem like it's such a big deal, but boy, it's been a good 10 years since I was immature enough to say that, let alone think that.

So as embarrassing that is, and as regretful for saying that as I now am, I would just like to make it clear, sometimes I may say things that I don't really mean. Or that I didn't really think through.

It'll take a while for me to get over it fully, I may never get over it. But the good thing is, you can love me for it, or hide from me for it.

But I will always love you.

Ncloie

Castles

That's my castle.

Pretty, huh?

I'm going to get married there. Well, not yet. Not for a while.

But that's at least one thing I already have checked off.

Love,

Nicole

SBO?

Let me explain: I don't have a sad or even remotely depressing story to go along with this picture,

but let me just send my love to this poor girl who got her heart bruised. I totally put the chair  I meant pillow between my legs too. You go girl. Go get over him.

But the real reason I'm posting this, is because my beautiful Grandma R. calls me an SOB to all of her friends, instead of SBO. Two very different things. I love it though, I guess an SOB would be a more interesting topic than an SBO.

But in other news, if you don't know what that stands for, think "Son of a....."

Yep.

I love her though, she is so much more stylish than me. When I want to look cool, I visit my grandmas and their closets.

Love,

The SOBSBO

Imagine that

Sometimes I have too much imagination. So much, that if it were all real we may be in some trouble.

Sometimes I imagine I was really with this boy, or that the one girl in my class who wasn't nice would turn into a cactus. Because everyone knows to be warned of its prickles.

Or that my legs could shrink, but my body would only widen. Or that I could hang out with them all the time, everyday. Would we all get sick of each other?

Or that I  had 20 boys asking my to a dance,all at the same time, but who would I choose?

Or that I could jump into my drawings, like that one silly cartoon show.

But good thing is, even if these things don't seem reasonable, or even possible, they do to me.

At least in the moment.

And that's great enough for me.

Nicole

Happy day

Oh Happy Day!

Today was a good day. A day full of little things that equaled a great day.

Those are the best kinds. Every little once in a while during that day, you'll laugh.

Like when you laughed in interior design, because miss. Cierra across the table was laughing at nothing.

Or this cute boy, who smiled at me. Or the random Navy band during lunch that was actually pretty good.

Or that time you made someone smile. And laugh. Or that time you are sitting with your friends, and you think:

"Boy, do I have some splendid friends."

Or when you accidentally sing a Justin Bieber song out loud in the echoing stalls, even though you've only heard it once. And wasn't even too fond of it.

And then coming home to a room full of Aunts that make me smile.

So yes, I had a great day. Did you? I pray so.

Here's a drawing of my future husband. Yum. Maybe I'll try and give him hands. He won't be very good at housework if he doesn't have hands. What is that you said? Yes, my hubby will do housework. Oh, how the tables have turned...In the right direction. Joke.

It wasn't really that colorful, silly photoshop did that. I like it though.

Made it in church..So...hopefully that will lend my future husband some

good looking blessing.

Peace Luv,

Nicole



She

Once upon a time,

there was this girl.

She prolly grew up a little different.

She bit her nails, and had short red hair.

She tried to be like the others but got into a lot of trouble.

The teacher made her walk in circles and say "I will be kinder. I will obey. I will be better."

The girl would tell her class exciting stories, about her grandpa and his elephant farm, about her older native American Indian sister who took her dancing. About her horse, Teddy.

She convinced a boy in her class that his face had been erased,

and got pebbles stuck in a boys ear, and got stuck in the tire swing all recess.

She eventually grew up a little more, and started liking boys.

particularly this one black boy.

She would practise jump-roping to impress him.

She would be friends with his friends, and master the monkey bars.

She would refrain from playing make believe like she wanted.

(but secretly she would, after school.)

She would learn how to spell really well, and win a spelling bee,

and beat him. He liked her back. They would watch each other,

but never talk to each other. She really liked him.

She then moved to Mulan land, but it wasn't like Mulan.

She saw pigs sleeping in trucks,

and heads of black all around.

She would make friends, but they wouldn't speak English very well.

She would be patient, and teach them.

She learned a lot in that land, she learned how to be agreeable,

while being herself.

She carried on, growing up, growing taller.

She would coordinate her outfits with headbands made of glasses,

and disco ball necklaces. She would try to find herself through her friends, but that didn't work.

So she tried something new.

She started to say what she thought, no matter how silly she sounded

when she explained why she thought that's how molecules were formed,

or why she thought Frodo wasn't truly a hobbit.

She was different, but she got along.

Then she moved back to the land of Snazzy Tunes, and Einstein Bagels.

She loved it, but of course, still missed Mulan.

She kept growing. A fresh start. Maybe a little different.

She drifted for a while, but found openings and fit.

She learned how to control some of her weird ideas,

not control maybe, but share them in a more normal light.

She realized the magic of paper.

She started filtering and fine tuning her odd thoughts

into images, and colors on paper.

She loved paper. And loved her hands.

She didn't know before then that she could draw what she

was so desperately trying to say.

She made more friends, and lost a few because that's just what happens.

She grew up in the gospel, and learned more than she didn't.

She tried to be herself, through her clothes, through her drawings, through her actions.

The girl found out much about herself.

She found that she often was moody, but was also happy.

She also found that she could do hard things.

She keeps discovering, and keeps growing.

She loves herself for who she wants to be,

and tries, as everyone does, to love herself for who she is.

Love,

She

Lovely

This picture was taken by my brilliant friend Lizzie Johnson (check out her photography company here)

She's so great. Like a lovely bundle of flowers.

Anyways, in other news, I do love some fancy pants.

Which would explain why I like these.

Love,

Nicole

babbled

So I'm partial to redheads. So what?

But mainly,

I love all walks of life. There I said it. I even love those who can't walk.

My heart goes out to all you's.

Anyway,  in other news, Beyonce is pregnant. Which isn't so applicable in our daily lives, but I give you this tidbit of info, so you'll have a good conversation when the going gets awkward.

I hate that word, awkward. Mainly because it wasn't. Not until you said that. Buuut, I do have a tendency none the less to use that term often. Sorry.

And in even more news, I changed my blog top. Or whatever you call that picture up there, at the top of my blog. Like it? I kinda do.

So I was thinking about this post, and its main purpose, and there isn't one today. Just babbles.

I did want you to know though, that I am a very happy young lady. I have a lot to be grateful for. Like my bed. And my hands. (it would be killer hard to do art without them). And my family. And my friendsicles, and my bicycle, and my truck. And my ipod, and my BLOG, and boys. mmm, boys. Wow that made me sound immature. Prolly cuz I am.

Maybe I'll post more of my art sometime, if that's okay.

<3

Nicoli Ravioli

Clothing Anyone?

First of all, note this great outfit. Beauty.

So today I was talking to my friend about blogging, and how we don't feel worthy of mentioning fashion because we probably aren't worthy of this. Maybe that's why I'm doing a fashion post. Because I shouldn't, or because I have to show you what I love. Whatever it is, I feel like there is reason to show what you wear no matter what you wear. So here I am, fashion blogging, and here you are, forced to get through this. But just know my intentions are good.

I wouldn't lean towards a pleather mini skirt, but the fur vest is kickin.

 I have a tendency to love anything mint green. But make it a mint green grandma dress, and cheetah print shoes, and I can't look away.

 I'm a converse addict. How come they never go out of style? Lovely. And comfy. And I like tights with shorts. It's kind of an acquired taste, so I understand if there are objections.

 COOL! I love the stripes. So therefore, I will purchase this cardigan from forever 21 in the near future.

I love this skirt, or any skirt that is long and starts at the waist. Many people interpret this kind of skirt as something you would pull out of your grandma's closet. But you could also get it at your local thrift store. Or in my case, DI.

The pattern on this skirt is adorable. I would prefer shorts though. I love shorts with pattern. And a silky blouse. You couldn't go wrong.

So that's that. I fashion blogged for you. I would feel weird putting pictures of my own outfits on here, maybe I'll get used to it though. Give me time.

So thanks again, for staying with me, I hope you loved this little fashion hoo ha from yours truly.

love,
Nicole