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  <title>toasting to the memories..</title>
  <subtitle>the bubbles...</subtitle>
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    <name>nicølette cøleen</name>
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    <title>always in our hearts -51-</title>
    <published>2006-06-09T19:32:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-09T19:44:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">life isn't always fair. never has been, never will be. however, when it takes someone so untimely, it seems almost to be an unremarkable barrier to overcome. we lost josh yesterday. it's so sad to think that i just saw him only a short time ago somewhere around wise, and i won't get the chance again. we're all praying. . .&amp;nbsp; for josh's family, especially jerry . . for the football team, for the loss of a brother. . . and everyone who knew him...we've lost a dear friend. still so shocking and sad . .&amp;nbsp; it wouldn't hurt for this to be a really bad dream that we could all wake from. . . but i know, i know we won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Script" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joshua Jeremy Bentley&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; (1985-2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Acadian™" color="#000000"&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;....we'll miss you, Josh....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/nicolettecoleen/pinkheart.png" align="Center"&gt; &lt;b&gt;51&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>nicolettecoleen @ 2006-01-30T22:49:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T03:50:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-02T05:18:14Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Breaking the Chains - JB &amp; Vinny</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;WARNING&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: The following entry is &lt;b&gt;emotional&lt;/b&gt; so read at your own will. Just don't wanna be blamed for any tears shed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today . . .  like any other day was an amazing gift from God, yet it didn't play out like most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my day started like most with classes and what not. By the time I got home from my 9 o'clock and my final doctor's appointment, the ungracious news that my grandmother (my dad's mom) was in the hospital had been delivered. She had been admitted early this morning with pressure in her chest. News like that doesn't rest well on the mind. Tragedy has seemed to run rampant lately and particularly closely to my family, especially with the passing of my grandmother's companion in November and my grandfather for the youngest years of my life only a week and a half ago. Anything at this point comes as unexpected, yet with anxiety of the situation at hand. By 11:30 a.m. I was rushing out the door to take a quiz for my 12 o'clock class, only to rush home to leave for Kingsport. She was being transported to Holston Valley. The anxiety was building. I never know what to expect when those words are heard. Good or bad? Positive news or tragedy? I rushed to take my quiz and came back. My dad was stalling for whatever reason. My patience was thinning. If we were going to the hospital...I wanted to go then. No waiting. We knew she was going to have a heart catherization once she arrived or tomorrow morning. We were apparently waiting to hear the doctor's decision for action. 2:45 : it was time to go. She had had a slight heart attack we were told. We rushed like it was our job. Arrived at Holston Valley at 3:30. We waited patiently with my aunts Jane and Melissa, my uncle Mike, and my cousin Chloe. News arrived. It wasn't as bad as we thought. Nowhere close. Which was relief indeed. We were expecting stints or even open heart surgery. But nothing....no damage. Yet we were still waiting for the official doctor's report. Here's what he had to say, as relayed by my dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Her heart wasn't functioning properly at the apex (where all the ventricles and arteries come together). It was only working 30%. However, don't be alarmed. This is a common occurence for women her age (she's in her 70s). You see, when there is a great tragedy (death, loss of a mate) the heart becomes what we call "stunned" and doesn't want to work properly. Therefore, she truly had a "broken heart" due to the loss of her companion and the events that have since followed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but tear up at the thought of my grandmother having a "broken heart" and it physically causing so much pain. No, it wasn't a heart attack that required open heart surgery or anything else...but it was a heart that was still hurting...suffering....breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're home now. Settling back in from a day that has not seemed to stop..only for my dad to arrive at the door of the room that holds my computer to tell me that a dear, dear friend of his has passed away. I remember the man from my childhood as he and my dad would take fishing trips together often. At his passing, he requested no service, no viewing and none of that, only his family shared pictures and stories of him at his church. His will and request was fulfilled. Cause of death you may ask? Heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is precious and often limitless, but it is times like this where I find myself re-evalutating my priorities in life and finding that now, in my greatest time of emotional stress, that my family and close friends are the only ones I can cling to. And I thank God everyday that I have each and everyone of them (you) in my life as my support, my strength, my comfort. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today like any other was an amazing gift from God...I can only imagine what tomorrow may bring.</content>
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    <title> and i loved you more than you'll ever know and a part of me died when i let you go...</title>
    <published>2006-01-06T07:31:06Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-06T07:34:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>lifehouse - blind</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i swear to god, my life just turned into a movie. i was having a supremely important convo with someone very near and dear to me and he told me some somewhat heartbreaking facts about some things and the most amazing song was playing on my computer as a backdrop. wow. i'm lost for words.</content>
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    <title>the flower looks good in your hair...</title>
    <published>2006-01-06T06:17:41Z</published>
    <updated>2006-01-06T06:46:48Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mondo bongo - joe strummer and the mescaleros (mr. &amp; mrs. smith soundtrack)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">good evevening/morning world. long time since you've seen this login surface on your screens. feeling a little bored and a bit productive, i found myself wondering to the livejournal world, completely revamping the ol' lj, and desiring to write...about merely nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;winter break has come and almost gone and i find myself anticipating my return to school, even though i'll be moving slowly and hopefully recovering nicely. soon after, it's rush week. i can't wait to see and get all the prospective new sisters. i just get thrilled! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this monday, january 9th, i wll be having surgery. i'm having my tonsils and adenoids removed and hopefully will be recovering well, although i have been told that there should be no physical activity for 3-4 weeks. so i need your prayers, guys, please. i would greatly appreciate it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if you have a chance to look, look at my lj. it's quite cute. and if you've got facebook, add me. it's an addiction for me. sad, i know, but nonethless, it's consuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but alas, good night for now. comment and let me know if you're still reading my bullshit. ;)</content>
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    <title>come a little closer, baby . . . i feel like strippin' it down. . .</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T14:12:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-01T00:35:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>come a little closer - dierks bentley</lj:music>
    <content type="html">here's a little something for you guys to read.&lt;br /&gt;i personally think i've never heard a more true and honest statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missin' my girls. i love you all and hope everyone's year kicked off right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)</content>
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    <title>Interview</title>
    <published>2005-07-31T07:30:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-31T07:30:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules;&lt;br&gt;1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview Me."&lt;br&gt;2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.&lt;br&gt;3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.&lt;br&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.&lt;br&gt;5. When others asking to be interviewed comment, you will ask them five questions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_catch_14' lj:user='catch_14' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://catch-14.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://catch-14.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;catch_14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) which gay ass story about me did my dad tell at ur frosh orientation?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I believe there were a few stories he told us. But I suppose the one that stuck out the most for me was something baout you writing your name with a nail or something on a car. Is this even remotely close to being right? If it is, then I remember laughing and going "Noooo, not Cagle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2)i've heard this and i have always forgotten to ask u. Where u going to&lt;br /&gt;ask me to ur jr or sr prom? if yes, what happened? i would have gone.&lt;br /&gt;chosing cooter over me?!?! posh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Cagle, the truth is out. It was my senior prom. For one, I had just formally met you at Forensics in the previous few months. Wasn't sure if you had a girlfriend or not and was afraid of stepping on that boundary. Besides, I didn't know if you even knew me. But I knew one thing. You were very attractive and I was indeed going to ask you to be my date...and I chickened out. Besides how was I gonna ask you? The first time I saw you again was sometime this past year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) do u like wise (why or why not)?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, Wise, the town? No. I hate it. I'm not meant for small town life. It's just not for me. but I'm financially strapped and have no way of getting out and being positive that I wouldn't be living paycheck to paycheck comfortably. UVa-Wise? Yes. I love it actaully. Having aspired to attend a larger school such as UNC or UT, you would think that this would be too small for me. But it's not. I'm a social butterfly and at Wise you can be guaranteed to see the same person more than once in the 4 years you're there. I like that. Plus, living on campus my first year really changed my outlook on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) what is the dumbest thing u have ever done?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, wow. Let's think. Unintentionally. The time I wrecked my car..in the garage. Oh, that wasn't good. Personally? The dumbest thing I have ever done was not applying to UNC for fear of being rejected. I couldn't handle it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) what's ur political philosophy?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm a Democrat and lean that way on most issues. However, I'm not hardcore about politics and won't tlak your ear off about it, mainly becuase I don't keep up with it. bad citizen, I know, but every 4 year I get to catch up when it's election time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Cagle, that was fun. Oh, btw, do you have AIM or ICQ? I've been meaning to ask you but always forget. My AIM screenname is in my info and if you have ICQ you'll have to msg me as an AIM user, FYI.</content>
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    <title>ta-da.</title>
    <published>2005-07-30T17:35:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-30T17:58:25Z</updated>
    <lj:music>guster - i hope tomorrow is like today</lj:music>
    <content type="html">ok, guys, time for an update.&lt;br /&gt;and looks like it might turn into a bitchfest. either way, it's an update and i expect comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for one, wise county schools are absolutely ridiculously idiotic. damn, it felt good to say that. i say that with legitimate reason. only some dumbass school system would create a half day of school so that kids can attend "kids day" at the freakin' fair. absolutely ridiculous. ugh, it just runs all over me to think about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shew. ok, now i'm just agitated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho, dane cook's new cd dropped this week. funny stuff. funny man, that dane cook. chris copied it and sent it to me track by track since wal-mart sells edited only junk. what a sweetheart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on. &lt;br /&gt;moving back in at school in 22 days. classes start in 25 days. can't believe the summer has flown by so fast. seems like i just got things unpacked and settled only to pack back up and move back out. oh well. it's the cycle of life. looking forward to chris coming back and i'm excited that he's gonna have his own place off campus, but now it's not just a walk across campus to see him or meet him for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ya know what kills me? like seriously pisses me off more than people typing like "oMg. I LoVe My NeW pUrSe." when people extend their words: i.e. "loveeeee meeee wiith heaarttts". ugh. what's the point. without extra e's or s's we'll still know what you're saying. that's in comparison to people messaging you on AIM and going "Who is this?" Let me put it like this: if you have my screen name, you should know who i am or now how you got it. It's not ICQ, you can't just do a random area search to get me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my fave craze from the last 3 months -- myspace since we have yet to be added to facebook. come be my friend! &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/nicolettecoleen" target="_blank"&gt;my space&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. let's see. anything else i can bitch about? college textbooks are way too expensive but i'll gripe more about that in a few weeks after i purchase my books for the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm outta here. off to watch more VH1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x-posted on my myspace blog.</content>
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    <title>nicolettecoleen @ 2005-06-26T23:58:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-27T03:58:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-27T03:58:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>america's funniest videos</lj:music>
    <content type="html">well, here's the update i promised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good &amp; quick week last week. great weekend with kel. always fun. &lt;br /&gt;tried to catch some rays today but i think the clouds were too think. damnit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the good news? well the bummed out me has turned happy. &lt;b&gt;my boyfriend is coming thursday evening&lt;/b&gt;, so we will get to spend our first 4th togethe. it's totally thrilling and i can't wait to see him. though that kinda slashes my plans for a trip to Richmond this summer, &lt;i&gt;he has invited me to join his family for thanksgiving&lt;/i&gt;. i'm so thrilled. it's kind of an honor. this is my chance to spend some time with his family and truly get to know them and for them to get to know me and share in their traditions. however, this is giving up my chance to spend some time with the GA boys, but that's alright. their not the most reliable when it comes to attending family events anyways. but that's the news. three days and counting. wow. i'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;five more days of summer school. just five...and i honestly couldn't be more thrilled. if you don't need credits, don't bother with summer school....honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. . . time for bed. got class in the morning and some other things to do after that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night all! :)</content>
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    <title>nicolettecoleen @ 2005-06-26T15:19:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-26T19:19:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-26T19:19:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">update coming this evening with good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch you guys later after i catch some rays! first sunny day that i've seen all summer! woooo!</content>
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    <title>blah blah blah....someone save me!</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T19:08:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T19:08:45Z</updated>
    <lj:music>silence...well, kinda.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;It's 3:00...yes, I'm still at work...and bored out of my mind.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My entire office is gone to a meeting until 5, aside from Maggie, Brittany and myself. Which is good, considering there is no stress to accomplish anything immediately, but then again, there is nothing to keep me busy and this day is creeping by. 2 hours to go . . .&amp;nbsp; and I'm losing my patience. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This evening...well...this evening doesn't hold anything exciting for me, except studying. I have a test in Econ in the morning on chapters 6, 7, 8, &amp;amp; 9. Although my class created the questions for the test, he has added two discussion type questions and I need to study that pretty hard, just to make a good grade. I also need to re-submit two assignments for Psych 'cause he didn't get them. Damn UVA-Wise e-mail system. It's about as reliable as an old rickety van. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Chris&amp;nbsp;is working today too&amp;nbsp;. . . remodeling a kitchen with the company he now works with. I can't wait to see how his first day was. hehe. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Mid-July I hope to be in Richmond...and much to my dismay, our first Fourth will not be together. I know...wth?! It should definitely be something we spend together but ya know you don't get everything you hope for.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Well, I suppose I should quit my blabbing. Read the entry before this one too and COMMENT! I need the love here people.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>nicolettecoleen @ 2005-06-20T23:05:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-21T03:05:14Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-21T03:29:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my baby...on the webcam.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">i'm updating because my boyfriend thinks it's time for everyone to know what's going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...quite honestly, i could give you a one word answer  -- nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing eventful, besides my decision to not wanna major in business, only minor. that's the only major thing that's happened. after listening to that guy give a presentation today, i decided that business just isn't my cup of tea entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days of summer school. 9...oh my gosh, that will not go by fast enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so lonely here at home. mom &amp; dad work all the time, my love ( &amp; heart) is in richmond, i don't really talk to many people that i graduated with (at the fault of me &amp; them)...it's just so lonely. i feel like i live in a big house by myself, with no one to even be around when i just want some company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried on a princess cut diamond today, not that i'm expecting one anytime soon, 'cause i'm not, but mom &amp; i were in lemon's and i couldn't help it. crazy i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umm...tried on some crocs today. which are like summer clogs for those of you who didn't know. they were cute, but i don't think they're for me. maybe it was the color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, chris starts his job tomorrow and i have to work after i go to class so it's gonna be a long day for both of us. so i better jet and finish talking to him before he falls asleep on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nite guys!</content>
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    <title>somewhere in the sun . . .</title>
    <published>2005-06-19T02:29:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-19T02:31:20Z</updated>
    <lj:music>somewhere in the sun - kenny chesney</lj:music>
    <content type="html">*gasp* yes, i am updating. i have revamped the ol' lj and decided that i must find a way to turn it in to a must-read once again. with that said, i need your help in letting me know you read it. comment comment comment. yes, i'm devoting myself to replying to comments, cause we know i'm not the best at that, but i'm gonna be better. scouts' honor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's up guys? lol. no really. my summer has kicked off on a crazy start. between school (summer school, that is), work, and homework and such, i have hardly had anytime for yours truly. so much so as i haven't even gotten a chance to catch any rays or anything. so feel lucky, all you tan bitches. lol. i wish that this summer was just like every summer before -- carefree, relaxed, and simple. i guess this is an abrupt introduction to life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on top of school and all that, i have had a little fun this summer. i went to maryland a few weeks ago to see my boyfriend. :) we caught a Braves/Nats game, a trip to the D.C. zoo, and a Kenny Chesney/Keith Urban concert. it was only four days, and the fact that i flew took a lot of stress off me traveling, but it was such a great trip. this past weekend, he was here. he needed to come take care of some business for school and the upcoming semester, so he was here from saturday to this past wednesday. five days of perfection that flew by so quickly. it was soooo nice to spend some time with him. ahhh. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what about the rest of my summer? well, summer school is complete on the 1st of July. work, until classes in August when my schedule will change, and hopefully a trip to Richmond in mid to late July. sounds fairly uneventful, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, there's a little taste of what's going on with me . . so let me know if you guys are reading this and if you still want me to keep updating..and take a gander at my new and improved LJ while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- love ya guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* oh, i wish i was there tonight, on Jost Van Dyke, sippin' on some Foxy's Firewater rum . . it wouldn't take much for me to up and run, to another life somewhere in the sun . .*&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>When life hands you lemons, grab the tequila and salt.</title>
    <published>2005-05-04T15:36:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-04T15:45:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Ciara - Oh</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, it's official. I've neglected my livejournal, as well as the outside world. I believe this will be my last journal entry from this exact room as I prepare to move out next week. Kinda sad and somber, but a bit exciting as I anticipate what the next year may hold. Even so much as what the next 3 months may hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, myself, have fallen into a unique group of college students. As most of us know, many college students are working toward some specific degree. However, some are just workin toward a degree period. Quite often, we run across those who are pursuing something pre-med. We find those who are following through with their dreams in another major. But very few times do we run across people like me. Yes, that's right, &lt;b&gt;the double-major&lt;/b&gt;. Over the next 3-4 years, yours truly will be working towards two degrees. A business degree and a psychology degree. On top of that, it looks as if I'll be doing one of many things, which may be: going to grad school to pursue another degree in business, going to med school to become a doctor (of psychology, of course), or getting totally off track and doing something crazy. Whatever my choice may be, I know what I'll be doing for the next few years and that pleases me to no end. I finally have direction in my life. Now the hard part is not steering off the road or making a wrong turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In only one more week, I will be moving out for the summer. Yes, back home with my parents for 3 months. Complete social shock, but that's ok. I guess I have become very comfortable with leading my own life, being responsible for myself, and having personal control over my decisions, expecially concerning when I decide to stroll into my room after a long day. I'm anticipating summer, especially some of my plans for after summer classes. However, it's a bit bittersweet knowing that my time in Thompson is now over, as well as my time with the 3 lovely ladies I room with, and the many great friends in the hall. Life's like that though, always pushing for change so we shall take it with a grain of salt, and move on gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know, my time with Justin is complete. The sadness has ceased, the despair has disappeared, and some questions remain unanswered (however, that seems best). I realize that the impact he has made on me has definitely molded some aspects of my life, but even I knew deep in my heart that it wasn't gonna last forever. I can say that with confidence now, because sometimes you just know. I mean, yeah, I'm sure I coulda married the guy someday, but there were way too many dramatic moments and things blown outta proportion to be anything feasible. It takes some strength to admit that to all of you, even more so to admit it to myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy to share that there is a new guy in my life, and allow me to quickly clarify and firmly state that he is not a replacement for Justin. Nothing of the kind. He's not a rebound or anything of that sort. I've had enough time to get over Justin before considering entering into something new . . . . and I'm ready. :) We'll see how this goes. All looks positive from here, though I'm sure that the next 3 months will put us to the test. But the 9 months that follow together, will be worth the 3 months apart. This one feels genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to other things:&lt;br /&gt;All is well with school, finals are creeping up quickly. Yes, oxymoron, I know. Work is good. Sorority, good. All things in my life are pleasant. This is a good, definitive change. It's been a long time coming, and a long time in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this concludes another of my journal entries..the last from Thompson, ever. Another chapter closes in my life, only to open to a new chapter this fall. That of a second year junior, pusuing a double major in business and psychology with established happiness. Things don't seem so bittersweet now.....only sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time all. . . .</content>
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    <title>my updated list of 50 things</title>
    <published>2005-03-24T00:15:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-24T00:15:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sugar - Trick Daddy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">thought i would update my list of 50 things about me....kinda outta boredom, and to educate others.&lt;br /&gt;here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;My List of 50 Things&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My middle name is Coleen.&lt;br /&gt;2. My sister is only related to me by my (our) father. &lt;br /&gt;3. Justin was the first boyfriend I had in college and he was definitely someone very special to me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I sleep with one leg ot of my covers.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm self-conscious about the size of my boobs.&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to be only 5'7" but I'm 5'9".&lt;br /&gt;7. My new favorite memory of Cali is driving the PCH and Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;8. I drew # 350 for the housing lottery, which blows.&lt;br /&gt;9. I cried before I came back to school after Spring Break. :(&lt;br /&gt;10. I keep most of my promises.&lt;br /&gt;11. I have 3 grandparents - 2 grandmothers and 1 grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate drama, but have finally admitted to myself that I bring some of it on myself.&lt;br /&gt;13. I love my roomie!&lt;br /&gt;14. I don't like my nose.&lt;br /&gt;15. I miss the lack of affection.&lt;br /&gt;16. I lived in Norton for 16 years, but I can't hardly stand to go there now.&lt;br /&gt;17. I absolutely love traffic. Weird, huh?&lt;br /&gt;18. Pink is my favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;19. My favorite outfit is my AE jeans and a polo, with flip-flops. &lt;br /&gt;20. Kelly and I have been friends longer than I have been friends with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;21. I always wake up totally worn out, never rested.&lt;br /&gt;22. I busted up my right knee playing volleyball and often have trouble with it.&lt;br /&gt;23. I am a proud sister of Phi Sigma Sigma. :) fall o4 baby!&lt;br /&gt;24. I wanna move across the country.&lt;br /&gt;25. My favorite song is "Red, Red Wine" by UB40.&lt;br /&gt;26. I miss writing about my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;27. I think that some people really don't deserve to be treated the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;28. I love summertime. &lt;br /&gt;29. I am living on campus at UVa-Wise this fall....again...hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;30. I can't wait to see my sister on Thursday after I initiate some new sisters.&lt;br /&gt;31. I love the song "Oh" by Ciara.&lt;br /&gt;32. My toes are currently "Pagoda Pink".&lt;br /&gt;33. I'm kinda over-emotional, but only with necessary cause.&lt;br /&gt;34. I hate my Poli Sci class.&lt;br /&gt;35. I want to be on "The Real World" and plan to audition.&lt;br /&gt;36. I cannot wait until I'm 21! Woo!&lt;br /&gt;37. I hve lost touch with many of my friends from high school and that saddens me, contrary to popular belief.&lt;br /&gt;38. I love my job...well, some days I do.&lt;br /&gt;39. My favorite room accessory if my tie-dye tied blanket.&lt;br /&gt;40. "How To Lose A Guy.." is one of my all time favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;41. I like guys with a Northern or Western accent.&lt;br /&gt;42. I just burnt some new cds.&lt;br /&gt;43. I absolutely LOVE my car.&lt;br /&gt;44. I'm a night-owl.&lt;br /&gt;45. I have found that the people that say they will never hurt you are often the first ones to let you down or make you cry.&lt;br /&gt;46. I think I look hot in black... but that's just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;47. I only wear white gold or silver jewelry..ever.&lt;br /&gt;48. I cherish the little things.&lt;br /&gt;49. I've always wanted my special someone to send me flowers or surprise me with something grand, but never received it..until Justin...and I miss those flowers and those surprises more than anything. I miss the little things.&lt;br /&gt;50. I'm obssessed with music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food time!! woo.</content>
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    <title>got that blueberry yum yum  .. . . .</title>
    <published>2005-03-17T19:14:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-17T22:15:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Blueberry Yum Yum - Ludacris *haha*</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;the time has arrived once again for my only entry to be made from cali. i did this in june about 3 or 4 times, but i'm gonna try to wrap up the whole trip in one entry to prevent the lack thereof when i get home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;got here on Sunday (Kelly and I had smooth flights all the way), trip to Balboa Island for a little fun once we got here, grocery shopping for some bare necessities. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Monday was spent in Huntington&amp;nbsp;Beach hitting the shops, spendin' some cash. had Z pizza for dinner which was soooo good. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Tuesday, we hit the beach. The weather was perfect, a sunny 76. I loved it. We went to Irvine to pick up my sister's fiancee from work because he didn't have his truck at the time and we stopped on UC-Irvine's campus for In-N-Out. OMG! SOoooooooooo goood. This is like the equivalency of Pal's or dare I say better. Gosh. I want some more.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was spent at the happiest place on earth. yep, disneyland. we bought park hopper tickets which allowed us admission to the california adventure park and disneyland. we were there for 12 hours and we had a blast. we rode:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33ffff"&gt;* California Screamin'&lt;br&gt;* The Twilight Zone Tower of Terror&lt;br&gt;* Muppet 3D-Vision&lt;br&gt;* "it's tough to be a bug"&lt;br&gt;* Soarin' Over California&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#33ffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#cc66cc"&gt;* Indiana Jones adventure&lt;br&gt;* Haunted Mansion (x2)&lt;br&gt;* Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br&gt;* Big Thunder Mountain Railroad&lt;br&gt;* Roger Rabbit's Car Toon Spin&lt;br&gt;* Mad Tea Party&lt;br&gt;* Matterhorn Bobsleds (x2)&lt;br&gt;* Autopia (x2)&lt;br&gt;* Star Tours&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;The stuff in blue was at California Adventures and the stuff in purple was at Disneyland. Such a great day though!! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Today....well today...the weather.....is not so hot. lol. so I believe we might just take in a day to relax before we head out tonight for &lt;font color="#009900"&gt;St. Patrick's Day&lt;/font&gt;! Headin' to Muldoon's for some true Irish fun! &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We'll be heading back east tomorrow (much to our dismay) and back to Wise on Saturday :(&amp;nbsp; and break concludes on Sunday. But this has by far been the best Spring Break I could imagine. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Leave the &amp;lt;3 if you wish.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>GREAT NEWS!!!</title>
    <published>2005-03-04T16:39:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-04T16:39:41Z</updated>
    <lj:music>phantom planet</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+3"&gt;SPRING BREAK 2005 : GOING BACK TO CALI !!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content>
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    <title>nicolettecoleen @ 2005-03-01T15:31:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-01T20:31:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-01T20:37:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>dr. phil</lj:music>
    <content type="html">the time has come to update my journal. unfortuntely, there is no grand occassion to bring about such an update. oh well, i'll try my best to entertain you with some randoms. here goes nothing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- uva-wise is on its 2nd snow day, and quite possibly headed for a third. thank you lord for some serious snowfall. &lt;br /&gt;- days like these snowy ones are perfect for cuddling, hot chocolate and movies.&lt;br /&gt;- 11 days until Spring Break '05! :)&lt;br /&gt;- i love my sorority sisters, far and near. &lt;br /&gt;- i have gotten to sleep until 12 for the last 2 days. heck yeah!&lt;br /&gt;- my sister will be here before i know it.&lt;br /&gt;- all i wanna do is sleep for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;- i hate drama and bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;- people really should keep to their own damn business. just my opinion though. . . oh well.&lt;br /&gt;- my plans for the evening: ordering pizza and watching "princess diaries 2 : royal engagement"&lt;br /&gt;- i need to work on learning how to do things as the new bursar of my chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. leave 'em lovelies!</content>
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    <title>nicolettecoleen @ 2005-02-19T07:16:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-19T12:16:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-19T12:18:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>my roomie and i getting ready for open house</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;font size="+3"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY TO ME!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and the thrills of being &lt;b&gt;18&lt;/b&gt; have slipped away in the madness. . . however, the joys of &lt;b&gt;21&lt;/b&gt; are only steadying closer. :)</content>
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    <title>just don't leave me alone here . . . it's cold baby...</title>
    <published>2005-01-10T06:00:03Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-10T06:02:17Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Come Back To Bed - John Mayer</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;come back to bed. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;long time since i last visited the LJ world.&amp;nbsp; it's time that i return, even if only for a brief moment. here goes nothing:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;my first semester of college is complete. i adore it. i had a lot of fun....and my grades show that. i must admit however, that j.j kelly high school didn't prepare me for college. they don't do it. there is so much that changes when you go to college and i honestly think that high school, nor anyone but&lt;strong&gt; yourself&lt;/strong&gt; can prepare you for the road ahead. at least that's what i think. i know that's what happened in my situation. i learned....all on my own. it was the best thing that could've happened to me though. it showed me independence and responsibility, i learned my strengths and weaknesses, as well as my ability to love and trust again. college will teach you a lot about yourself. more than you're prepared to handle sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;this time in a week, i will once again be at my dorm. it seems as if the time has passed so quickly, yet at other times it seems as if the break couldn't be over quick enough for me. i made it... for one month ... without seeing my significant other. i'm sure to most of you this is no great task, but for me, it was a whole new experience. i made it..i'm fine..and i can't wait to see him again. :) it feels like it's been way too long. hope he's looking forward to it too.&amp;nbsp;he better be at least.&amp;nbsp;;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the LJ is currently undergoing some revamping. . . thanks, dru. i can't wait 'til it's all finished up.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;nosheen - thanks again for a great night friday! :) i loved it and can't wait to hang out again before you head back. uva, here i come..well, at least for a weekend.&lt;br&gt;miranda - seriously looking forward to tomorrow! :) hooray for quality time with twinser.&lt;br&gt;my wise girls - i miss you guys bunches. hope to hang out again soon! :) &amp;lt;3 ya.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;good night all.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>nicolettecoleen @ 2004-12-10T16:36:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T21:44:35Z</published>
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    <content type="html">every little thing she does is magic . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) i'm in such an awesome mood today!!</content>
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    <title>nicolettecoleen @ 2004-12-09T23:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T04:08:49Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T04:20:46Z</updated>
    <lj:music>"Let Me Love You" by Mario - Musicmatch Jukebox</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey y'all. Just wanted to take a few seconds to write in this thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Spanish professor had surgery and missed class yesterday and won't be there tomorrow too. Hope he's ok. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Most of us are excited about being home for a month, and I have mixed feelings. Don't get me wrong. I'm seriously excited about getting to be with my best friend (my mom) for a month and see my family for Christmas and such, but I'm gonna miss Justin like crazy. I won't be seeing him any over break and that totally bums me out when I think about it. He totally made my heart smile tonight. He told me that he was staying two extra days after his exams just to spend some extra time with me. Yeah, totally got tears in my eyes about that one. I never really thought about how long a month is. :\ My first chirstmas with a significant other and I won't even get to do the things couple do -- kiss under the mistletoe, kiss on New Years' -- okay, that makes me sad. Enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Positive note: I don't have to move back in until January 17th. Classes begin on Tuesday, the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Not seeing my sis over break. Normally I would be depressed and such, but I've almost come to accept it. It still doesn't make it any easier, but there's no use getting upset. It won't get her here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm still trying to buy gifts for my roomies, family, and Justin. Dang, it's really hard this year with lack of idea and lack of money. :\ Hope I can get some cool stuff and still have some cash left over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Only have one class to attend tomorrow. Damn shame that it's at 10 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So excited about getting some time for myself this weekend! Yay! However, totally envious of Mom &amp; Dad for undisclosed reasons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All the girls in 202 will be here this weekend. Total interruption of the usual, but it's just due to exams and such. Should be interesting nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hope all of my friends at Tech, UVA, Pikeville, and Wise have enjoyed their first semester and made good grades. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm tired of writing. I think I'm gonna lie down too. &lt;br /&gt;Leave 'em if you wish!</content>
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    <title>nicolettecoleen @ 2004-11-29T21:16:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-30T02:16:15Z</published>
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    <lj:music>my perrogative - britney spears</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=041129211308-430056"&gt;Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://photos.yahoo.com/nicolette3_2004" target="_blank"&gt;my pics&lt;/a&gt;!</content>
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    <title>nicolettecoleen @ 2004-11-08T14:14:00</title>
    <published>2004-11-08T19:14:50Z</published>
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    <lj:music>Step by Step</lj:music>
    <content type="html">it's that time again. time for me to update on the happenings of my life and i must say that i'm quite excited about updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning, at almost 3 a.m., my sweetie and i returned home. we had quite an amazing weekend. we spent friday to sunday in hot springs, va. we were at the homestead for VaCO's 70th Birthday and annual convention. Justin's dad is the president of VaCO, so he was in meetings quite often, but we still got to spend some time with his parents. I was so glad we got the chance to experience the homestead atmosphere. we had dinner at sam snead's tavern friday and saturday evening. it was soooo good. and then last night, we had dinner at the banquet of course. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend wasn't only good in general, but it was good for justin and i. we needed the time to get away from the stress of school and such. :) we found those reasons that brought us to a relationship in the first place. it was great. it was the simplicity of having things in common, being able to talk, and having the chance to dress up and go out on dates and enjoy each other's company. it's nice to not be an a-typical college couple. it's nice having that respect for one another, the bond we share, and each others' backgrounds and such. ok, enough about that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm done for now. i'm gonna try to post some pictures later of justin and i at the homestead. :) but if i don't don't be worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave 'em for me y'all!</content>
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    <title>the world is on fire - - it's more than i can handle.</title>
    <published>2004-10-24T05:56:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-24T14:11:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>world on fire - sarah mclachlan</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;one final update from home.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;heading back to uva-wise, thompson, dorm life, and classes this week. *sigh* seems as if this break went by way too quick and i know that thanksgiving will be just enough of a teaser before christmas. hmm...i guess i'll get enough time off during christmas and new years.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;justin comes back tomorrow! :) that should tell you all about the overall feeling for tomorrow. i get to see him after 9 days of not. wow, and to think i thought i'd never get through this. i can't wait to see him and surprise him with some things i know he's not expecting! :) oh yeah, i rock.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;last night, my suitemate kiki and i spent an evening out on the town. we ate, went to the jjk/clintwood game (until after halftime homecoming festivities) and then went out for some dessert, bowling, a visit to my house and a HH trip. i got to see my twinser. :) i swear, miranda and i are a lot a like. much more so than we ever truly admitted to in high school. i know some of you may be surprised to hear any speak of this considering she and i had our fair share of spats, but i love that girl to death and i think we had our spats because we're so much alike! * love you twinser! it was so great to see you this weekend! keep me informed about that chippendales trip!*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;saw brucie, whit, sara, cara, ness, garrett, j., reub, JB, B, J-Rob, and many more at the game last night. we had our own mini-reunion. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i'm sad to say that i've grown away from some people. some of the people i graduated with i still talk with and see on a regular basis, and some i talk to more than i ever did in high school and appreciate our friendship more. sara&amp;nbsp;thanks for asking me to come. whit, it's hard to say this but we've grown apart. however, please don't make me feel that it's is completely my fault, because it's not. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;anyways..that's enough for tonight! off to bed! leave 'em for me and i'll get 'em when i get back to good ol uva-wise!&lt;/p&gt;
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    <title>you got my only &amp;lt;3</title>
    <published>2004-10-17T07:06:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-10-17T07:08:42Z</updated>
    <lj:music>daughters - jm</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;* on behalf of every man, looking out for every girl, you are the god and the weight of her world * - john mayer&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;the previous line is one of my favorite lyrics from john mayer's newest edition to radio airplay, "daughters". it was this song that finally got me to buy 'heavier things'. :) it just makes me smile everytime i hear it.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;so i'm home for fall break. we have from the 16th until the 24th off. it's so nice to get away from the hassle of books and junk. i've already gotten rid of all my midterm exams so nothing to dread when i go back except for semester exams which are quite a way away. i came home on friday evening about 7 and i've been so comfy at home. i know i'm gonna dread going back to dorm life a little, but i must say i miss my thompson girls and my baby, of course. :) i desperately need the time for myself at home though. :) and on top of that, i have definitely not adjusted to being at home yet. i'm still on my crazy college sleep schedule, which is why i'm giving an update at 3 am. :) &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;got to see nosheen, cat and miranda last weekend. that totally rocked my weekend. it was so nice to see all of them and get a little taste of dorm life for me here in wise. they may have been freaked out a bit by the 10 people that were crammed into my bedroom watching porn, only one of them actually lives in my room with me, so i'm sure that was kinda crazy. even i was freaked. lol.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;justin and i are doing wonderfully, for those of you care. i could jabber on and on about what a great addition he is to my life, but i shall keep those details for the ones who would genuinely care to hear about them. i'm a bit anxious to see the potential that this relationship holds. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;well i do believe this entry is complete, as i'm gonna take the time to finish writing in my real journal and try to get some sleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;:) night y'all.&lt;/p&gt;

EDIT: I apologize for the randomness of this entry and the parts that really make no sense. I was pretty damn tired when I wrote it.</content>
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