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I'm rather bad at being serious.
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I'm rather bad at being serious.
I grew up on apples and kisses.

BASICS

Height:159 cm - 163 cm (5'3" - 5'4")
Birthday:July 14, 1987
Location:Cowichan Valley, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada

INTERESTS

Reading Material:Comic books, Newspapers, Non-fiction, Poetry
Movies:Action, Anime, Classic, Comedy, Documentaries, Foreign, Historical dramas, Independent, Musicals
Art:Acting, Astrology, Body Art, Cartooning, Cross-stitching, Doodling, Drawing, Film/Video Making, Painting, Photography, Pottery, Sculpture, Sewing, Singing, Song Writing, Theatre Directing, Visiting Museums, Writing
Animals/Pets:Dogs, Farm Animals, Fish
Music:Blues, Classic Rock, Classical, Drum & Bass, Folk, Funk, Garage, Gospel, Indie, Jazz, Lounge, Progressive, Ska, Soul, Acoustic, Salsa
Sports:Bicycling, Horseback Riding, Ice-skating, Sailing, Swimming, Yoga
Activities:Cooking, Current Affairs, Listening to music, Reading, Traveling, Volunteering, Religion/Spirituality
Musical Instruments:Harp, Harmonica, Organ
Outdoor:Camping, Gardening, Going to the beach

VIVA LA NICOLA


I, am a brunette,
and I think that this small detail might all else
about me...

I.. am boring. I'm not a looker or a talker.
I can't do any one thing PARTICULARILY well.
Although I am mediocerly good (in varying degrees)
at practically everything I try...


Five minutes to Fame

My art is..... interesting. Lack Luster. Mixed Media.
Individual. It's more about the "process"... I'm building a hat rack.
Ill leave it to that.


I am not a deep and steaming intellectual, a complete hippie, or
some ambitious, go getter, motherfucker.

{I dream of things, to be a student, artist, doctor... mother. I want my own property, a place to roam and to grow. I want to live selfsufficiently, to raise and grow, treat, study, love, paint, and practice... Maybe in the Valley... maybe in India?..}

I am studying to become a Homeopath/ Naturopath.. Studying Horticulture first, before I attemp to do my pre med.
Scary
-yeah i know, you think I'm lame. I think I'm lovely


I like to swim, love to swim,
in the ocean.
-And the river.
I like to swim as hard as I can, upstream, against the current, with a snorkle.
Watching all the lovely random things slowly slide by on the river bottom.
-I'm not inclined towards slimy things.
I'm afraid I might be a terrible, terrible, pussy.

I'm rather happy being pour. It makes my life more exciting!
I am not an optimist

I wish i didnt HAVE a bank account, but the farmers won't take my checks in exchange for free range chicken.
-and the bastards jew you (excuse the racist slur- i'm using it figuratively)out of ever penny.and it's legal! on someone elses moral standards.

I live in a trailer, with panelled seventies "wooden" walls (yeah, you know what im taking about) cheap deco lamps, sweetened items of love and random interest, some instruments galore. I have a dag named after Djengo Rinheart and my Jodi had a cat names BORIS.

I live with musiciens, and fall asleep to the air-accordion (man, everyone needs one of these, they're so pretty and.. and epic) or the trumpet(well it's hard), to 5 guitars and some strange bell-contraption that D-tep made, being slung through the 8-track, quite often. Or maybe a slide guitar and a Sitar, with some ... You get used to it... Its... a skill.

I live on 17 acres of beautiful, plentiful, BC property.
This summer I am growing a garden. The likes of which you can't even imagine.
I'v already planted my bulbs for the spring!
My "most favoritist thing" is that Daffodils come out in FEBRUARY!

I love walking to the barn and stealing eggs. I love cow tipping and burning piles. BURNING FURNITURE! - does anyone have a vanity I can sand and revarnish?

I love running over pilons in my crappy little Honda Accord and scratching insignia's into the hood.

Driving to Victoria for local show over the Malahat and feeling forgiven.

I heart Vancity. I heart Vancity alot.
And Simon the artist that fell in lurve with this wondrous city first.

I love to paint, chalk, distress. WITH MEANING AND A MESSAGE.
And i give it all away.
To keep my art is to waste it.
To keep my art is to use the canvase again.

I love to cook for others. And I'm getting better at it!
Three meals a day.
I love it I love it I love it.
And baking.. o i like to bake.
Mmm. Shortbread cookies in mid July with a beer....

+I love my Mamoushka. Alot.

I will hold my Mom's hand in public forever.

Theatre is my guilty pleasure- DIRECTION and stage management are my calling...
Triple Threats. No way around it.

I work at a GREAT toy store -no violent or electronic games whet so ever! I play with Dinosaurs and puppets all day

I i fucken digress...=


I am a thrift and consigment freak...

I don't DO sunglasses when it's not sunny. I'm not too big on bmping into things, you know?

I am extremely emotional.(I'm still not sure if it's a bad thing or not.. Ill work it out..)
I cry at commercials- its silly but i do.
I scream during scary movies. and i mean SCREEEEAM.
I'm the hold-in-your-arms , under-the-blanket, fingers-in-her-ears, kinda gal.
Most people find that extremely irritating.
Fine. I can't help it,

I SUSPEND MY DISBELIEF.
I LOVE TO SUSPEND MY DISBELIEF!

I guess you could say that I'm very old fashioned.

When I argue with friends 10 times out if 10 i will break into tears right then and there.
I love to read. Books, emails, letters, credits.

I do not trust in our economic or social structure. You should see my collection of canned food. I do NOT save money. I save precious things.
I recycle plastic and paper. I compost. I garden. I do no eat processed foods. Except Bacon. I have a weakness for bacon. Among many other weaknesses....
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I CAN REMEMBER-WITH A SMILE

Being doubled on a bicycle by a boy

Singing at the top of my lungs in a redcarpeted living room to Folk Rock on the hiAItus LIVE

Blinking uber fast to try and slow the frost from building up on my lashes

Driving up the TCH mofo fast, cruising through goldstream, up past some shit town called Lady Smith and getting SO HIGH off the scenery. I live on one of the most beautiful islands on this earth.

On the car deck of a passenger ferry;
leaning out and over the side to
watch rolley polley mountains idle by
in a cold windy staight to Vancity
and feeling like GOLD.

Emily Carr is an interesting place-
Listening to a foreing teacher give a lecture to foreing students on the Froedein Theory and their happenings within the Wizard of Oz; i discovered that my outer beauty is useless and difficult to maintain to such a degree that my inner beauty would suffer, i have change my perspective. I want to attain, maintain, sustain....

Waking in darkness, eating in darkness, watching snowflakes fall silently, softly.. in completle and total darkness. With looming skies, so huge and ominous, and those few, so few, so sweet; hours of sunshine. sweet, sweet, hours of sun.

When Caton plays guitar with D-tep's Violin Bow


Discussing child-like cartoons with deep moralistic views, at 3:30 in the am over rum and coffee and a cello

Conversations.


And ma boys *Hearts*
The cracked out meth house next door that you could see through the stain glass windows in the shower-If that fuckers blows, and your showering, you are FUCKED

Cursing at a train whistle in the middle of your sentence

How Arbutus trees stay green ALL year round, so when the valley is warm and sunny, but on the mountains there's a soft blanket of snow, you can see them real high up there, all green and orange and glorious

Swollen Slowly

Convincing the guy whocked us up hitching to Vic,that Caton and I had met at a burlesque show in Montreal, and didnt speak the same language but were traveling the country together on a mission to ... i dont remember...with a smile

Music Nights at the Garage and all of Longevity John's random toys

Paddle boats. Fucken paddle boats
Pretty Girls

CAN'T BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND

Who Andrew IS and how he got here

this girl i know- My momma taught me better than you.

How important some words, like please and thank you, can mean to you, and how little than can mean to the men in your life. Oh, and to waitresses. (God DAMNIT, how hard is it to SMILE mofo broke ass bitch? You want your tip or not?)

Why Eugene is cool. But he is. ( )

Why i can't make Hennah STAY

Why education has a price,
a price you pay
with your sweat and blood,
a price unatainable by those less fortunate than others,
a price that exceeds the limitations imposed upon the masses,
a price,
i won't pay.
I swear to you, I WILL NOT PAY FOR MY GOD DAMN EDUCATION,
If life experience does'nt qualify,
does not meet the requirements,
does not lend itself to productivity in your eyes,
you won't get a cent from my excertions.
(Fuck the IRS)
i will sweat for it, i will bleed for it, i will search after it for an unimaginable amount of time, love, and space. but by God I will not
Nine to Five it
for the rest of my life on earth tp pay back
MY DEBT TO SOCIETY.
I will not spend a dime on my education.

(you hear that Conservative Goverment? I will continue my post secondary education until the end of your democratic reign, and when our social structure finaly collaspes under the pressure that you have heaped upon it, i will grab guns, food, and all of my God given, fought-tooth-and-nail-for knowledge and FUCK YOU UP THE ASS)


HOW EVERYONE WHO WORKS OVER THE PHONE OR AT A TELEPHONE SUPPORT PROGRAM-SHIT-WHATEVER, IS DYING OF A CHRONIC DESEASE AND IS BITTER, BITTER BITTER bitter

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07:38pm | Mar 31, '07 | No Comments
I got my braces off; whoot. whoot.






too bad I still look 14.