Clothing: Viva Easter. Nicole has risen. Or something. Near-translucent pale greenish flowery skirt and a green tank top/ light blue shirt combination I dredged out of my mother's closet. None of these items were designed to go together, but they all match perfectly. My Abuelita's jade and silver bracelet, handcuff key necklace, brown sandals that annoy me so I rarely wear them. Hair is up in a bun.
Mental: Pondering some stuff discussed with Michael last night. Hrm. And some stuff Zach said. I just might be. Who knows.
Emotional: Damn it Michael, and I was doing such a good job of pretending you didn't exist... *grumbles* Wait... I IM-ed YOU... Well. Hrm. Damn me.
Creative:... I might have an idea. I'm scared of it. I'm scared it will get away and then I really will die. And Greg, IM me or something when/if you ever wander your way back to Houston and a computer, because I need to discuss something with you.
Social: I am not in a social mood. Tish is here and I fear I will ignore her or snap or something and I do not want to do that. My mother's side of the family (the non-Peruvian half of my ancestors) will be invading our house for Easter Dinner. I am afraid. We have been cooking and cleaning for two days now. I see little change, but somehow it works out. Just so long as no one feels the need to go into my room...
Misc: Okay, I've given up. Diet starts tomorrow, dangnabbit. No one feed me. You hear me? None of you! I will feed myself selectively. Attempts to feed me will result on my gnawing on you instead. You got that, Nicole?
Quote 'O the Day:
[Nicole sleeps on the couch]
Jenni: Awww... she's such an angel when she's sleeping.
Gabriel: Well, let's hose her down.
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