<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269</id><updated>2011-07-30T15:21:22.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Amazing Nicky B</title><subtitle type='html'>The crazy thoughts of Nicky B.

What I do at LHS. What I do with friends. What I think of the world. What's right. What's fucked up. What makes me happy. What makes me sad. What's not to love?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-3208375801079976474</id><published>2009-12-27T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T21:46:27.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry</title><content type='html'>CHRISTMAS! Hope everybody had wonderful holiday! I always think Christmas is slightly bittersweet. I mean your with your family and get a bunch of awesome presents, but it also marks the end of all that preparation for the holiday. Maybe I just need to learn how to live and love the present....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/NICKYB%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-11.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/NICKYB%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-12.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/NICKYB%7E1/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-13.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/4112827179_71af98e518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been hit with an array of blog ideas recently and I want to spread them out over seperate posts rather than pour them all into your lap at once, but I'm really having a tough time figuring out what I should rant about - maybe I'll just pick an idea out of a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine this. You're sleeping in your hotel room. You wake up to the shrill telephone ringing. You pick it up, still half asleep. It's the manager of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;"Maam/Sir, I need you to pay attention to me. There's been a gas leak and you need to put some wet towels beneath your door."&lt;br /&gt;You do what the hotel manager says, still confused about whether you're dreaming or not.&lt;br /&gt;"You need to unplug all electronics and break open a window," the manager orders.&lt;br /&gt;You think twice about this. Break open a window? But then a fire marshal joins in on your call and confirms that you must break a window.&lt;br /&gt;You're getting scared now. A gas leak? Will you be safe? Should you just run outside?&lt;br /&gt;But then you hear a chuckle on the line.&lt;br /&gt;And. Then. You. Know.&lt;br /&gt;You've just been pranked by the biggest douchebag in North America. Tariq Malik, the founder of pranknet.&lt;br /&gt;Worse yet, pranked by a man who still lives with his mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PN7ZVUVlThI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PN7ZVUVlThI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether to complain about how stupid these people are or about how absolutely insane they are! Bitches are trippin'! Disgusting too! You see, this whole organization&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/prank/tt_photonew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 178px;" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/prank/tt_photonew.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, "Pranknet", spends their days on Skype terrorizing poor hotel guests and fast food employees into humiliating themselves. See that ugly ass bitch to the right? That's him! Tariq Malik is the man behind this madness! This dumbass thought his Skype was untraceable! HAHAAA! THE SMOKING GUN EXPOSED THIS MOTHAFUCKER AND SENT SOME REPORTERS TO HIS (MAMA'S) HOUSE! He then hid in the back with his mother and guess what he did? Called the police! This bitch is helllla dumb! It's unfortunate that the hotels and fast food restaurants aren't aggresively going after this guy and his little team of hoodlums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/prank/tylercap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 193px;" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/prank/tylercap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Malik is no one-man-team! Oh nonono! This little group is filled with hella bitches and hoes! To the left is James Tyler Markle, an avid Twilight fan that hangs out at the local gay bar in his small Texas town, yet uses an array of offensive homophobic slurs while pranking his victims! Not only that! The monster molested a 5 year old girl! OH HELL TO THE NO! That is just horrible! Uh-uhh! Doin' too much! This creep also 'pranked' a hotel worker to drink the urine of another guest. Yes, the hotel worker must have been a bit on the slow side to not know what urine smells like, but WHO THE FUCK THINKS OF DOING THAT TO OTHER PEOPLE!? Bitch is trippin'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last crazy ass bitch I'mma rant about it Shawn Powell, anothe&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/prank/powellcap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 193px;" src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/trutv/thesmokinggun.com/graphics/prank/powellcap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r nasty pedophile! He was put in jail for taking pictures of a younger naked relative. The nasty...Powell pranked his own mother, posing as a police detective, Powell tricked his mother into thinking that her name was found in the pocket of a murder victim and sent her to the police department for further questioning. AHHH. Dumbass bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKYPzXZ8H2s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zKYPzXZ8H2s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'm not sure if people think this is funny because the people that are getting pranked are pretty stupid themselves, or if they feel it's horrible. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's &lt;a href="http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/years/2009/0803091pranknet1.html"&gt;The Smoking Gun's&lt;/a&gt; report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-3208375801079976474?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3208375801079976474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=3208375801079976474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3208375801079976474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3208375801079976474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry.html' title='Merry'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2539/4112827179_71af98e518_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-1555887353366622187</id><published>2009-12-23T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T01:34:22.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE HELL!?</title><content type='html'>Some of you may remember hearing this a few years back, but I'mma bring it up again to try and start some controversy! Who doesn't like some controversy?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FkwVP4nQmKM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FkwVP4nQmKM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically - China is trying to be cutty and create an unofficial Disneyland! But nuh-uh you know they ain't protected by the copyright laws in the U.S. of A.! And Japan ain't gonna put up with that shit! They hopped on that faster than an obese person on a big mac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owner of the amusement park denies that he 'borrowed' any ideas from Disneyland or Sanrio. The park makes slight modifications to the mascots (such as curls the whiskers of Hello Kitty) to make it seem like they're being original. That is too funny! "That's not Mikey Mouse, that's a cat with big ears," says the president of the park in the video...as much as they'd like us to believe this nonsense...HELL TO DA MOTHAFUCKIN' NO :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The damn park even has a sign on it saying, "Disney is too far. We will come here instead." The employee even admitted she was dressed up as one of the seven dwarfs (poor soul probably got her ass beat after her boss watched the news). They got a damn splash mountain. They got a damn CINDERELLA CASTLE! I've heard of some bootlegged DVDs in China but not no bootlegged amusement park! This is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like this 'I-pod'. =) And what the fuck is up with the guy hiding his identity? Is talking about knock-off i-pods like messing with the mafia? Oh shiet....I better hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUAZz6_FDeQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eUAZz6_FDeQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-1555887353366622187?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1555887353366622187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=1555887353366622187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1555887353366622187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1555887353366622187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-hell.html' title='WHAT THE HELL!?'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-1880817387373640673</id><published>2009-12-20T02:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T02:47:38.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do guys never have fashion blogs?</title><content type='html'>And why is it so hard to take a self portrait? These tribulations are what keep me from following my desire to take a single picture of myself everyday for an entire year. I'm sure that'd get the creative juices flowing (not too mention 'creative' outfits, hey!). I'mma get on it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy that winter break is going to bring a taste of summer to my oh-so-hectic life. I think staying up late and then waking up terribly early should not be on the agenda of an ordinary high school kid! It's horrible. Winterball was last night. It was pretty fun; they played it all - Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, Miley, and even some Ke$ha (yes y'all, that's how you spell it). Oh! I was Prince of the winterball! That was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt; that I didn't expect. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm watching Never Back Down through Netflix on my Xbox. It stars Sean Faris and is about how he messes up his handsome face by getting punched. Okay, so that's very vague, but I'll tell you more about the movie when I actually start watching it and not my computer screen. I smell a Netflix review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of reviews! I should tell you about a book I read, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wake&lt;/span&gt;. It's about this girl that sees the dreams of other people. As cool as that sounds, whenever somebody falls asleep within a certain proximity of her she must succumb to her curse and witness their dreams. Good book - I'll talk about that later too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to end this post with my winter break to-do list! Let's see;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Winter Break 2009-2010 To-Do List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Take 20 Flickr-worthy photos. I really need to start building up a steady portfolio that doesn't feel so random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Photo day. I bought this really cool powdered make-up to have some fun with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Dare Night. OTH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Finish Online Driver's Ed. I MUST HAVE A CAR NEXT YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Read a few books. 13 Reason's Why, Fade, Perks of Being a Wallflower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Shoot a short! This will be fun....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Watch the first season of True Blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-ODC Contemporary dance classes (Beginner of course!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Get some HW done (AP Biology, APUSH, and English need the most work)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Find somebody to vlog on Youtube with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-L4D2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I'll see y'all later :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-1880817387373640673?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1880817387373640673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=1880817387373640673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1880817387373640673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1880817387373640673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-do-guys-never-have-fashion-blogs.html' title='Why do guys never have fashion blogs?'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-2203720980253550624</id><published>2009-10-30T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T22:59:16.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PicturePerfect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I'm beginning to really love &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. People there create some amazing, beautiful work. Here are a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/3911463243_58412b7068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/colinhill/3911463243/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Left alone for leftover takeout by Colin H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2515/3858324442_b4d384d24b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/36519370@N02/3858324442/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;jeremycaudle by Jordan Blanchard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3572/3441004984_063def587b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/fittheframe/3441004984/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yellow Shoes by Vzeoli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-2203720980253550624?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2203720980253550624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=2203720980253550624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/2203720980253550624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/2203720980253550624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/pictureperfect.html' title='PicturePerfect.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/3911463243_58412b7068_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-6202685899359245332</id><published>2009-10-24T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:40:08.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LSTN UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi everybody! I haven't blogged in forever and I feel bad! A blog is something I should be more dedicated to, it's pretty much a diary of my thoughts in the present and will be great to look back on when I'm older. I'm going to post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start this new post off I want to give you a gift, 25 free songs! Yes, this may be a tad late, but if you haven't, I hope you get to downloading those 25 free songs from the Urban Outfitter's &lt;a href="http://lstn.urbanoutfitters.com/7/"&gt;LSTN #7&lt;/a&gt; playlist. They have some really great songs - "Home", "I Start To Run", and "Free Energy" are my personal favorites. Make sure to download the other playlists (LSTN#1 - 6) as well if you haven't yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to shed some light on a few bands I've been listening to recently - they're fairly popular already, but if you hadn't heard of them yet, get ready to fall in LOVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BJDNw7o6so&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4BJDNw7o6so&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="225" width="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get Vampire Weekend's New York City-indie feel and mix it with a touch of MGMT's amazing melodies, and the rocker-feel of Yeah Yeah Yeahs and you'll have Phoenix. They're pretty addicting to listen to, just gotta say, especially the tracks "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4iYRg1A_piM"&gt;1901&lt;/a&gt;", "Lisztomania", and "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1o65yrPpqkg"&gt;Fences&lt;/a&gt;". Check it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Empire Of The Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YM-lEuYQ9YY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YM-lEuYQ9YY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="225" width="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very MGMT-ish, but really unique in their own way. What's cool is that they're album flows like a story, each song is full of hip-poppin, shoulder-swinging beats on it's own, but when they're all tied together they make sense and become whole. Check out "Walking On a Dream", "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GbyAtMkgrao"&gt;Swordfish Hotkiss Night&lt;/a&gt;", and "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a47Y1lCRHlM"&gt;We Are the People&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion Pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zherMkcXdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4zherMkcXdo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="235" width="375"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The equilibrium between Phoenix and Empire of the Sun, Passion Pit is unique because their music can either be danced intensely to, or just something to relax to. They're funky, they're hip-hop, they're alternative, they're pop, you know, they're just a tad bit of everything. My favorites are "Sleepyhead", "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jp1Dk7nzs7M"&gt;The Reeling&lt;/a&gt;", and "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxL9Hod_qCY"&gt;Little Secrets&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Listening!!!&lt;br /&gt;-Nick :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-6202685899359245332?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6202685899359245332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=6202685899359245332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/6202685899359245332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/6202685899359245332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/lstn-up.html' title='LSTN UP!'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-295376742049553852</id><published>2009-09-13T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:04:33.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went rock climbing and learned two things:&lt;br /&gt;1) I'm terrified of heights.&lt;br /&gt;2) I can trust my friends with my life. (well, most of them...HESTER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun! But now I'm exhausted. I think I'll sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gF9SkmCEEU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6gF9SkmCEEU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is actually incredibly sad. I feel for them :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should create a weekly WTF section. Like every Sunday :) Good idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I gotta go -&gt; Nicky B is out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-295376742049553852?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/295376742049553852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=295376742049553852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/295376742049553852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/295376742049553852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/ouch.html' title='ouch.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-1432617913588016483</id><published>2009-09-12T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T19:52:48.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf.</title><content type='html'>Wait. Guys! This post is gonna be about actually WTF moments, and I'm not talking about "Where's the food"! I'm talking about some actual crazy shit that is going on in the world today! I'll try to make a list of 10, but I might get tired and have to stop, but I'LL TRY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start the list I should warn you that some of these things are kinda nasty/disturbing and you might get a lil' scared, but I promise they aren't that bad! I'll also add that getting onto this list is no easy feat! There is some criteria I had to implement here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A true WTF!? moment has to be something that most people don't know about, something that kinda surprises you and makes you think, 'WTF!?'.&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;-A WTF moment has to be something genuinely shocking, disturbing, funny, or random. Nothing boring!&lt;br /&gt;See, I had a rubric, of sorts to guide me through this :) So without further ado, here is the crazyness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick B's Top 10 WTF Moments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Juan Manuel Marquez drinks his own URINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKulXSlNH70&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DKulXSlNH70&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I know it's supposed to be 'sterile' and okay to drink...but ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? I'm sorry but that is nasty! Drinking your urine everyday, as part of a workout routine, cannot be healthy for you! "I also drink my urine because that's where a lot of your proteins are...", says Juan Manuell Marquez, some boxer fighter man. NO! I don't think so! Isn't it the opposite? I mean, doesn't your body soak up all those vitamins and get rid of the junk - hence the point of peeing? I mean isn't that what the kidneys are for!? UGH! WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Truth Ministry Billboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SqxZLIFeYzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZJSmAZUW2sk/s1600-h/asian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SqxZLIFeYzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZJSmAZUW2sk/s320/asian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380773702484779826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you Asian? Don't want to be? Well then, the Truth Ministry can help you! HAH. Please tell me this is a joke - please! It's crazy! I mean, I know they hate gay people, but Asians too?! Bitches! Can they even put that on a billboard!?! AHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Pole Dancing Dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFqnDU2LOJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xFqnDU2LOJE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I can't say I was surprised when I saw Miley Cyrus get on that poll and dance during the Teen Choice Awards, I mean, it really was bound to happen. But now we have these pole-dancing-dolls!? Man, these make Bratz look like nothing! DAMN! Who the hell designs these kinds of things and why aren't they being questioned on the ten-o'clock news!? It just seems so odd to me! WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Boy Slaps His Momma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1pEFhzoXnuc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1pEFhzoXnuc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little bitch! How could he do that!? THE LIL' BITCH IS LUCKY THAT HIS MOMMA HASN'T SLAPPED HIM FOR SOUNDING LIKE A LIL' RAT! UGHH! That brat would drive me fuckin' crazy! How rude! I would send him off! WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Choking Game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwc5kCAP8fU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gwc5kCAP8fU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, when I was young I would play purely fun, safe, innocent games like hide and seek, tag, big-booty, and..WHAT IS WRONG WITH CHILDREN THESE DAYS!? Choking each other to get high!? THAT IS SOME CRAZY-NESS!? I have never heard of this before and am shocked! See, the "choking game" is what little bored children play with each other sometimes. One puts their palms on the pulse-points in you neck and applies pressure until you pass out. This translates into some sort of "high" that kids feel. WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Tears of Blood in Teen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TkVwpJ4-kPk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TkVwpJ4-kPk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is straightupWHACK! Tears of blood?! That is crazy!!! Kinda cool, but crazy! Man. Poor kid is probably going through a lot :( Worried about his life and such. But wow - I would hate if that happened to me! WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Michael Jackson Ghost on CNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Am67-Sew7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9Am67-Sew7k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HELL! THAT IS SOME FREAKY SHIT! LIKE LEGIT ON CNN TOO! HELLA SCARY! I'm sorry, but this video just freaked me out a bunch. It's probably the music. Yes. Some people think it's fake. Some people think it's 'photoshopped' or a curtain that was moving. Lemme tell y'all - I HAVE NEVER SEEN A CURTAIN THAT MOVES LIKE THAT! WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Scientology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tU5hZp1TOOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tU5hZp1TOOU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never given much thought to Scientology, I just knew it had a negative social stigma, so when I found this youtube video I was freaking out! THAT HAS GOT TO BE STOPPED! I'm all about freedom of religion, but some bitches is bitches! Damn...they probably gonna track me down know...WTF!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Better Not Text and Drive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtEO0QXGntQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtEO0QXGntQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is some crazyness! It's kinda necessary to shock us stubborn teenagers into thinking a certain way. We always thing we're right, or that something like that can't happen to us, but it can. I think this video shows how it can. It is HELLA TRIPPIN' though. I'm just sayin', WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Westboro Baptist Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFMdQTpPKc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFMdQTpPKc4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOf-OpciWP0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZOf-OpciWP0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THESE BITCHES. WHAT THE FUCK!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's my list of WTF. What's on yours, and what do you think about these?!&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B is OUT :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-1432617913588016483?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1432617913588016483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=1432617913588016483&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1432617913588016483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1432617913588016483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/wtf.html' title='wtf.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SqxZLIFeYzI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZJSmAZUW2sk/s72-c/asian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-3044889085732115553</id><published>2009-09-06T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T17:36:36.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish time was for sale.</title><content type='html'>Don't you? Summer went by so fast. And here I am talking about summer when we are already half a month through school. Woah. I promised myself I was going to do so much - take lots of pictures, write my book, watch a whole bunch of shows, but in reality, summer only felt like a single long weekend to me. It wasn't short, but it didn't feel terribly long either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to talking about stuff. I think my blog needs a more precise subject - not just everything that interests me. But maybe I'm wrong. I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film.&lt;br /&gt;Netflix Weekend Review.&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I actually talked about a movie that I've received through Netflix - partly because I've been watching seasons of Friday Night Lights for the past three months, and partly because I've forgotten the rest of the movies that I rented. But here ye, here ye, last night after taking a nap from 8pm-3am I decided to pop my movie into the old Xbox and start it up.&lt;br /&gt;The average American is recorded 200 times a day, says Look, a film shot entirely from a surveillance camera's point of view. Through the eyes of big brother, Look presents to you the stories of different people that are all intertwined in some way or another. The gay lawyer with a wife and two kids at home, the high school student who wants to do it with the teacher, the kidnapper who gets pranked at work, the two sociopaths who are on the run, the gas station clerk who wants a record deal, and the department store manager who sexually harasses his workers. Look is a dramatic, somewhat scary look into how much privacy we don't have and how much can go on when one thinks that nobody is looking.&lt;br /&gt;The film is fairly dramatic, and although very interesting it ends without a fair conclusion - some questions were left unanswered. The actors aren't anything special, I imagine it would be hard to portray the amount of realism needed for a film like this, but none of them were exceedingly talented. I did however laugh at the gas station worker a bunch - he was funny. &lt;br /&gt;A thrilling movie that keeps you watching, Look gets an 8/10 :) YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Maybe I'll write here more often. About a particular subject. Maybe, just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PLAN ON READING 13 REASONS WHY VERY SOON. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-3044889085732115553?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3044889085732115553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=3044889085732115553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3044889085732115553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3044889085732115553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wish-time-was-for-sale.html' title='I wish time was for sale.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-8212285268599019146</id><published>2009-07-11T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T23:44:55.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry guys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised myself that I was going to write more on the blog once summer came, but look, it looks like I've been writing more during the school year! Hell, it's been more than a month :( I'm really not too happy about that. And I really want to start writing more! To make it up to myself (and the few actual readers of this blog) I will write a month's worth of text AND make a new banner! HAYY! Let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer has been pretty chill. I just got back from Austin, Texas last night; I was visiting family and had a film class over there. I did a buncha stuff! Austin is a really cool city, it's not what you would imagine 'Texas' to be like. It's half hippie, half small town, and one big fun place! They had this cool juice bar there that served some crazy ass shit in the drinks - and I thought San Franciscans were supposed to be health nuts - but this juice bar, it had microplankton, ionic silver, bee pollen, 500 year-old salt, algae, and all kinds of 'add-ins' to put into your drink. I just found it to be really cool. Film class was chill. I was the director of our movie, and I'm not even going to lie, but our movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sucked&lt;/span&gt;. Man we sure are going to disappoint all of those Austin Film Festival goers because it is not workin'! Well...at least I was able to run home to California; it won't haunt me forever. Food in Texas was really good. Because we weren't in the small white-trash town this time around, we actually went to real restaurants, not just Chili's and Applebee's. I went to this really cool movie theater where they serve you dinner as you watch the film; so cool! The menu also had a selection that changed periodically depending on what movies were playing at the time - so you could've order Harry Potter's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Butterbeer&lt;/span&gt; or Bruno's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;foot long polish sausage&lt;/span&gt;. :) It was a nice trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Television.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Night. Lights. Guys, this show is amazing! Seriously, I've been staying up till 5:30 in the morning to watch it! Why? Because it's real. I can relate to the characters as I begin to fall in love with all of them. The cinematography is just so beautiful, you feel like you are actually living in a small high school football obsessed Texas town! The lighting, acting, characters, story, and everything is perfect! (: Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxQZAyu2zJA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GxQZAyu2zJA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jhH8-ytao0Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jhH8-ytao0Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sj9cF8MlGC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sj9cF8MlGC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;): I'm really tired, so I'm going to head to bed guys. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky B is sleepy &amp;amp; out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-8212285268599019146?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8212285268599019146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=8212285268599019146&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/8212285268599019146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/8212285268599019146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-guys.html' title='Sorry guys...'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-2808346000408354033</id><published>2009-06-06T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T20:50:20.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SUMMER LIST.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with my sophomore year! Wow. Halfway through LHS! It actually went by kinda fast...I mean when I think back on Halloween, Winterfair, spring break, and all that fun stuff, it feels like it wasn't that long ago at all! But it is now SUMMER! Can I get a HEY!? I have actually compiled a list of everything I want to complete this summer to make it perfect! So without further ado here is...&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;THE SUMMER LIST&lt;/span&gt;! (watch out, it's long)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order for this summer to be perfect, I Nick B., will do my best to complete everything that follows;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;- Try out the food at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.yelp.com/search?find_loc=San+Francisco%2C+CA&amp;amp;radius=10.0&amp;amp;cflt=restaurants&amp;amp;sortby=rating#mapCenterLat:37.775011959/mapCenterLng:-122.419281006/mapZoom:11/cats:restaurants/sortby:rating/mapsize:small/show_more_search_options:false"&gt;top 20 rated restaurants on yelp.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; (I've never been to any)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.borders.com/online/store/TitleDetail?sku=0316160202"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.borders.com/online/store/TitleDetail?sku=031606792X"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.borders.com/online/store/TitleDetail?sku=1595141715"&gt;13 Reasons Why&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Go to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.warpedtour.com/warpedtour/index.asp"&gt; Vans Warped Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Finish watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.sho.com/site/weeds/home.do"&gt;Weeds &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;seasons 3, 4, and find a way to get access to season 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Take 50 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amazingnickyb/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-worthy photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Host a Nicky B's Favorites Film Festival! (Facebook invites and movie list soon to come!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Get to level 5 on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://answers.yahoo.com"&gt;Yahoo!Answers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Listen to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; songs on my iPod. (Excluding the 10-minute meditation track I have!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Finish my game of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.rockstargames.com/IV/"&gt;GTAIV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; that I started over a year ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Start directing weekly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;Youtube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; videos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Create a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.ustream.tv/"&gt;live&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.stickam.com/liveStreams.do"&gt;webcam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; show with Kristen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Write my story, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-to-know-city-folk.html"&gt;Getting to Know the City Folk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-HANG WITH THE FRIENDS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Watch the following movies: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NTSJROcKCkA"&gt;A Perfect Getaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gb2fUOW1ne4"&gt;Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mVeX5EDWfVs"&gt;Halloween II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z4GsxcRiGuc"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dEp3NKG2U5U"&gt;Away We Go&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mc3Rasp2M-Q"&gt;Surveillance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fAGpmNb2xfQ"&gt;Bruno&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P8OjaV3gyOI"&gt;Orphan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9184P_7lhbs"&gt;I Love You, Beth Cooper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: courier new;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-v4osKSQrrk"&gt;Final Destination&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Buy some clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Explore the city further!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it! I'm excitied! What are you going to be doing this summer? Make sure you join me on my quest to complete the summer list :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a heads up! Urban Outfitter's &lt;a href="http://lstn.urbanoutfitters.com/5/?musicgw"&gt;LSTN#5&lt;/a&gt; is out! 21 tracks for free! Go download all that indie goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky B is ready for fun &amp;amp; out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-2808346000408354033?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2808346000408354033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=2808346000408354033&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/2808346000408354033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/2808346000408354033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-list.html' title='THE SUMMER LIST.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-6117151956186017928</id><published>2009-06-04T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:58:25.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>120hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is almost officially over! Can you believe it!? I'm almost halfway through high school! Oh snap! :] Wow. I'm going to need to post my summer list soon! After arena I will! YAY! But hey, I can't get too ahead of myself here, I'm not quite out of this long dark tunnel yet! Tomorrow I'm going to be fighting face to face against the monstrosity of a...a...MATH FINAL. And no, this is not just any math, but an Advanced Algebra created by Mr.Hunt final! Why? Why must all students have to prove themselves by taking a test of accumulated already-impossible chapters? Ah. FINALS. OHOHOH! I've got good news though - I went through all movies on the Yahoo! Summer Movies Guide and decided on which ones would be of interest to me (AKA I WANNA WATCH'EM!). I have a list of ten that I will write soon with trailers included! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Monday Sheryl, Fian, and I ventured out to the Lake Merced golf course to take some pictures for a portfolio Sheryl needed! Sheryl has some beautiful designs and Fian was a beautiful model too! Hah. What a good sport, going out in the cold like that only wearing dresses!   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SihWx5wCTsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qbykPW1iswE/s1600-h/fian+147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SihWx5wCTsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qbykPW1iswE/s320/fian+147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343616373190971074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man. I can't post all of the photos in a neat format :[ Well! They are on my flickr!&lt;br /&gt;Here ya go: http://www.flickr.com/photos/amazingnickyb/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! And I forgot to say. After I went to the dentist on Saturday I went to Target and right there I saw all boxed dvd sets of WEEDS for $15 each! Ah! I kinda rewarded myself for a year of hard work. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SihZGcbhjDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KG5WW3OgPHc/s1600-h/160053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SihZGcbhjDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/KG5WW3OgPHc/s320/160053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343618925120818226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;NICKYBOUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-6117151956186017928?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6117151956186017928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=6117151956186017928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/6117151956186017928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/6117151956186017928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/120hours.html' title='120hours.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SihWx5wCTsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/qbykPW1iswE/s72-c/fian+147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-6957078341228716887</id><published>2009-05-31T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T19:24:36.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/formatbrain_/539277497/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1270/539277497_3278e9521c_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/formatbrain_/539277497/"&gt;Acid Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/formatbrain_/"&gt;formatbrain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Are cool. Like this art. Found on flickr. :]&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-6957078341228716887?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6957078341228716887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=6957078341228716887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/6957078341228716887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/6957078341228716887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/lemons.html' title='LEMONS'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1270/539277497_3278e9521c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-1256576276239894373</id><published>2009-05-25T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:48:30.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Groceries.</title><content type='html'>You know the deal. School takes forever to end. I can't blog forreal until it does. So I stop by here every once in a while and write a shitload of stuff. Yay! Today ladies and gentlemen, I will be writing about my impulse buys AND reviewing them! Hey! You know, those junk food items you just have to try no matter how weird they sound? That's what I'm talking about here. Let's see what's in my grocery bag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Doritos Late Night: Tacos At Midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay. So Doritos seem strange to me. Know why? Because they all taste the same. The&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/Shtllo-htHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PwJRm3mGvT8/s1600-h/latenight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/Shtllo-htHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PwJRm3mGvT8/s320/latenight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973480507094130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; only flavors that seem to be stable are the Cool Ranch and Nacho Cheese. Remember those Spicy&amp;amp;Sweet, Guacamole, Spicy BBQ, or Pizza Quest flavors? They're all gone. So when these new "Late Night" edition Doritos came out I wasn't too excited. What really actually caught my eye was the commercial. Hah. Okay so this is officially the first commercial that has actually gotten me to buy something (actually Tiffany bought them...heh). The funny thing is, they aren't half bad! They taste like real tacos. You got your lettuce, your sour cream, your meat, your tomato, and your tortilla! I mean, I can taste them all together; others couldn't. But hey they're yummy! They make your breath stink, but they're yummy! Perfect for a midnight-movie-snack! I hate how the powder sticks to your fingers and makes them all nasty...ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doritos Late Night: Tacos At Midnight has a rating of 8 out 10 on the Nicky B Tasty Scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/Shtl85d_NII/AAAAAAAAAGw/g8g5sRVEhwE/s1600-h/mint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/Shtl85d_NII/AAAAAAAAAGw/g8g5sRVEhwE/s320/mint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339973880071009410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Haagen Dazs Five: Mint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Five ingredients is what makes this sweetness. You got some milk, some cream, some sugar, some eggs, and some mint. Thasit! I don't know why I wanted this, I guess it was just because it looked so simple. And it tastes simple too. Very creamy and sweet with a subtle taste of mint. I like that it's not green either, shows that they really do only use the essentials. More ice creams should be made like this, there isn't a need for that Red 40, or artificial sweetener. I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haagen Dazs Five: Mint has a rating of 9 out 10 on the Nicky B Tasty Scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Trader JoesChocolate With Whole Hazlenuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's chocolate. And hazlenuts. Together.&lt;br /&gt;Trader Joes Chocolate With Whole Hazlenuts has a rating of 9 out 10 on the Nicky B Tasty Scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm too nice. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T FORGET TO WATCH THE GOODE FAMILY THIS WEDNESDAY. It's a must see for all King of The Hill fans! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKRUgzmkQk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKRUgzmkQk0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-1256576276239894373?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1256576276239894373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=1256576276239894373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1256576276239894373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1256576276239894373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/groceries.html' title='Groceries.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/Shtllo-htHI/AAAAAAAAAGo/PwJRm3mGvT8/s72-c/latenight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-8209470308960604739</id><published>2009-05-11T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:58:00.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many better ways of having fun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/77KiEdrVikk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/77KiEdrVikk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-8209470308960604739?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8209470308960604739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=8209470308960604739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/8209470308960604739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/8209470308960604739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-many-better-ways-of-having-fun.html' title='So many better ways of having fun.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-272483604480678871</id><published>2009-05-09T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:58:01.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week was kinda hell for me. I didn't go to school on Monday because I was too tired, but it stilled sucked. I just really need those summer months, it is then that I will truly be at peace. Still, there were a bunch of highlights spread throughout the stressfulness of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, while staying home, I downloaded this stalkerish-cool application for my i-pod. It's called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emergency Radio&lt;/span&gt; and what it does is pretty scary. Basically it gives you access to a whole bunch of Police, Fire, and EMS transmissions that you can listen into. You choose one channel out of the 182,981 that you want to listen to, then you can hear all the mayhem. Listing to it while doing my math homework, I heard about a fight, some music that was playing too loud, a guy that had a heart attack, two men harassing a young girl, a poodle in traffic, and even a guy with a paintball gun shooting random road signs. Unfortunately they don't have the San Francisco Police Department, but they have San Jose, Antioch, Orange County, and L.A. For only $.99 go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, I started twittering again yo. I stayed up till 2 listening to Loveline with Dr.Drew + Olivia Mund on Live 105, but hey it was all worth the laughs.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/amazingnickyb"&gt;Follow me!&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;, I don't even remember what I did on Wednesday. Not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; was fucking hell! Hell! I hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; Was awesome. Hella chill. I'll explain more below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just ask, what the hell happened to swine flu? Wasn't that just how humanity was going to end last week? I mean has the threat to all human life been demolished? I just feel the media decided to spice the week up by scaring us all into thinking we were going to die. Now everything is back to normal. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was &lt;a href="http://whatsupk.com/blog/"&gt;Kristen's&lt;/a&gt; SURPRISE BIRTHDAY PARTY! Haha. Priceless. 'A', Sydnie, and I took her out to a dinner she was kinda-sorta-somewhat dreading at the time, saying it would be, "The first chapter in many" of her sweet 16th. Little did lil'Kristen know that we had a surprise waiting for her at home. After eating a yummy meal at Lanna Thai we drove her to where the real party was at. HAH. Everybody was set-up downstairs and when Kristen opened the door all you could hear was, "SURPRISE!" intermingled with those party blowers. Mission accomplished! There was food, a pinata, "Role Models", limbo, and even a few lap dances. Hahs. It was perddy fun. Something I think we'll all look back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SgY_ZfhVyaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bZraYp0RrQU/s1600-h/suprisekristen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SgY_ZfhVyaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bZraYp0RrQU/s320/suprisekristen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334020515857549730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEEDS SEASON 3! My life will not be complete until I view the other discs. I watched episodes 1-5, but I need to send them back to Netflix to get the next set. It's so genius though, I can probably watch them again. Season 3 is definitely darker than the two previous seasons, although still a comedy, Nancy Botwin is continually being faced with challenge after challenge; except now she is not able to dig her way out of the ditch as easily. So. Fucking. Supreme. I'm going to add this to my birthday list + let's have a Weeds sleepover. :] Here's an amazing scene. Props to the director of photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot. Embedding is disabled. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CcepZi8XFuY"&gt;Click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cobra Starship hired Blair from Gossip Girl to sing in one of their songs. Eh. Have I lost my favorite band? I don't know. I just don't really want them to pull a 'Nelly Furtado'. Ya hear?&lt;br /&gt;Take a listen to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Make Good Girls Go Bad&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y56C8QHhxaU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y56C8QHhxaU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. I'mma going to post my 'Summer List' soon. It's just going to be filled with a whole bunch of goals I have for the summer. Get my permit, get a job, film a movie, take 100 pictures that are &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/amazingnickyb/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;-worthy, have my own film festival, brush up on Japanese, and listen to all 1200+ songs on my ipod are just a few of my wishes. What are you planning kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+We're starting a Youtube show that's going to make us famous and rich. Haha. First topic, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dangers Of Craigslist - Hoes Beware&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky B is rested + happy birthday! &amp;amp; out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-272483604480678871?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/272483604480678871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=272483604480678871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/272483604480678871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/272483604480678871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/suprise.html' title='SURPRISE!'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SgY_ZfhVyaI/AAAAAAAAAGg/bZraYp0RrQU/s72-c/suprisekristen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-5102716899042943635</id><published>2009-05-06T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:50:04.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. Because I don't get math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. Because I need to study Japanese.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. Because I used to be a pro at English. Used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. Because it's 10:49 right now and I haven't started anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;screwed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;. Because I go to Lowell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky B is screwed + out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-5102716899042943635?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5102716899042943635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=5102716899042943635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/5102716899042943635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/5102716899042943635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-screwed.html' title=''/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-6726447865152003890</id><published>2009-05-04T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T23:38:34.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Please excuse my lack of postings. I'm going to write this huge blog soon about candy, a movie, an awesome i-pod application, my photos, my summer film idea, new music, and more. +maybe even a live video-chat box on the blog? OH! And my YOUTUBE SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky B blames it on school work &amp;amp; is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-6726447865152003890?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6726447865152003890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=6726447865152003890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/6726447865152003890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/6726447865152003890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay.html' title='okay.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-1245309116640421328</id><published>2009-04-22T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:26:39.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we could flood the streets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So. Our little heat streak has finally come to a stop in the city by the bay. It's somewhat bittersweet, right guys? I mean you have this beautiful weather, that doesn't require, but makes your house a sauna, and gives you a nice tan, that isn't the freaking cold as hell regular weather we have. I'm going to miss is, just a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH! I went to Junior Prom this Saturday! HEYY! That was fun. I can't wait for mine. I hope people show up + It's not in the cafeteria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday is the talent show @ LHS. Everybody better go. And appreciate all that talent our school has to offer. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably a bit late and a lot of you might've heard of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MGMT&lt;/span&gt; already, but if you haven't you should definitely start right now! Their songs are crazy catchy and I wanna see them in concert. NOW! Hahahah. Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This was kind of a sucky post. But I have a Hunt test tomorrow and hope you understand. That I have to study my ass off for about 3 hours right now to get a B. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky B is opening the big book + out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-1245309116640421328?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1245309116640421328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=1245309116640421328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1245309116640421328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1245309116640421328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-could-flood-streets.html' title='we could flood the streets.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-1887378656675496155</id><published>2009-04-16T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:31:04.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ottoman.</title><content type='html'>Hey! Man. It's been a while. Sorry about that. I've been working so much on all these various things that keep popping up in my life. Put that and procrastination together and you don't have anytime to blog. Sorry :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking portraits for photography. At first I thought the assignment would be cake. But really when you think about what makes a portrait they become so complex and crazy; it's difficult. But without further a due, I bring you, my work (YAY!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/Sebdb9oyeSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gyLUOMcNAUQ/s1600-h/lilmodel+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/Sebdb9oyeSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gyLUOMcNAUQ/s320/lilmodel+099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325187081884039458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SebeA1GM7QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uzF8akLST4k/s1600-h/photos+213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SebeA1GM7QI/AAAAAAAAAGI/uzF8akLST4k/s320/photos+213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325187715246648578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/Sebdpa8rfuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/50SAApMG_KQ/s1600-h/photos+116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/Sebdpa8rfuI/AAAAAAAAAGA/50SAApMG_KQ/s320/photos+116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325187313090395874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SebeREainVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eeT2UcCyiyg/s1600-h/photos+182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SebeREainVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eeT2UcCyiyg/s320/photos+182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325187994236394834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAM! There they are! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I really want to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lakeview Terrace&lt;/span&gt; again! I don't really know why. I just remember having a good time seeing it. A genuine thriller roit theer. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. I don't really have anything else to write about right now. I'm going to go see Adventureland soon. And I promise I'll write about that. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B is tired (it's 12:24!) &amp;amp; out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-1887378656675496155?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1887378656675496155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=1887378656675496155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1887378656675496155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1887378656675496155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/ottoman.html' title='Ottoman.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/Sebdb9oyeSI/AAAAAAAAAF4/gyLUOMcNAUQ/s72-c/lilmodel+099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-7036664615268252718</id><published>2009-03-29T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:01:33.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Nick and Norah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I finally added those moves that I've wanted to see, but kinda forgot about while in theaters on Netflix. Yay! Last night I watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist. &lt;/span&gt;What has Nicky B got to say about it? Well here is is;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nick is the sensitive rocker who has been pondering his break-up for about a month too long. Norah is the daughter of a famous record producer. Nick loves music. Norah loves music. So when these two souls coincidentally cross paths you know you're going to get a good love story out of it. Nick and Norah embark on a night-long journey of madness and laughs as they try searching for their favorite band Fluffy (whom are rumored to be at an undisclosed New York club) and also pursue on a search for Norah's lost, drunk, and crazy friend Caroline. This as adventure you don't wanna miss ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SdBeDIhy7QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rK8KN5IhRUQ/s1600-h/yay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SdBeDIhy7QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rK8KN5IhRUQ/s200/yay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318854567846407426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So this review might be a little bit biased. It's filled with the things I love. Indie music and a Juno-Superbad-Adventureland-esque storyline. They make me happy. Keep that in mind. This movie is for people who like to see what you'd hope your teenage life could one day be like. A coming-of-age film that gives you a bit of hope. You are pretty much sucked into the world of Nick and Norah from the very first scene; Mainly because us teenagers can relate to the stuff presented. Break-ups, the pressure to drink, our love of music, the first orgasm (yikes), being comfortable with our sexuality, finding love, and having fun. No, this isn't some public service announcement, but the movie has realism in it that makes it understandable and intriguing. You feel like you're there with Nick and Norah the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for who should see this; anybody who wants to hear a good story. I was laughing out loud during this movie, even when it was 3 in the morning and I was laying in bed. I was smiling when the movie was over. I downloaded all the songs when I finished the movie. And most importantly, I was left wishing the playlist was really an infinitely long one. The only problem with the story was, It didn't end on the right note. I don't know. Maybe it was just me, but something about the ending made it seem cut short. Check it out; you'll love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! And what is a playlist without music? Nothing. So listen up too, because the music is lalalalalamazing. That doesn't really work, but hey, it's kinda creative, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist&lt;/span&gt; gets an 8 out of 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There ya go everybody! My Netflix-review of the week. Look for the next one soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really want to start writing up my story right now. I'm really in the mood to actually! I think I will. Yes! I will. This inspiration doesn't come often; I need to grab it and run while I can. Hahaa. The suburban diaries are to begin soon. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm almost done with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;. I don't know. Maybe it's just me. But Bella is complaining a little bit too much. I liked the Twilight movie alot better than the book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;. Don't get me wrong. I like the book. But damn, the girl needs to learn that there are more fish in the freaking sea. On every other page she's having a freaking panic attack and trying to breathe because she misses her lil'blood sucker. Hell naw bitch. I guess I should be nicer. I mean maybe that's what love does to you. Sorry Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start reading this book that looks pretty promising called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mortified&lt;/span&gt;. It's filled with entries from kids' diaries and letters and all that embarassing stuff like that. I read the first few pages and smiled. Again, relatability. It's the key to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a loser. Ahh. Please don't read this. Why am I writing this? Gahh. Okay I'm just going to say it. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I bought Pokemon Platinum.&lt;/span&gt; Why did I do it? I have no freaking clue why I did it. I gave into temptation. The temptation of catching those little animals in strange balls and making them fight each other. Shoot. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does homework exist? It should not. I really want these four upcoming days to zoom by so I can just go crazy already. Ah. I hate work. Should I finish math tonight? Or tomorrow? Tonight sounds good. But I wanna write my book. But I keep thinking about work and that's distracting from my fun. Okay. Tonight it is. And I'll reward myself with an episode or two of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weeds&lt;/span&gt;. Yesss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'll write tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Nicky B is going to make tea and out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-7036664615268252718?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7036664615268252718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=7036664615268252718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7036664615268252718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7036664615268252718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-nick-and-norah.html' title='I love Nick and Norah!'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SdBeDIhy7QI/AAAAAAAAAFo/rK8KN5IhRUQ/s72-c/yay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-2778730948707014370</id><published>2009-03-23T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:51:31.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shift the lens.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really cool video right here. It's all real. I'm in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3156959&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3156959&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3156959"&gt;Bathtub IV&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/keithloutit"&gt;Keith Loutit&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captured using a 'tilt-shift lens'. HELLA TIGHT YO'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky B has work &amp; is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-2778730948707014370?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2778730948707014370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=2778730948707014370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/2778730948707014370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/2778730948707014370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/shift-lens.html' title='shift the lens.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-7416484837100775038</id><published>2009-03-21T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:49:15.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>are you trying to kill me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay. Something you all should know; I play video games &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;recreationally . &lt;/span&gt;I'm no nerd! Actually I am. But that's not the case here. The case here is that there is some whack-as-fuck video game on the market that is a little bit too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy&lt;/span&gt;! You heard that right, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;too crazy fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r me&lt;/span&gt;! The name, of the game, is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silent Hill Homecoming &lt;/span&gt;and it is a little bit too twisted for me. Ahhh! Basically you play as some older brother looking for his lost younger brother...in some torture hospital where bodies fall from the ceilings and nurses try to shank you and people have no eyes. The shit is scary! No lie. Here are some pictures, but I'm warning ya'll now that this stuff is all kinds of whack, disturbing, and nasty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2008/231/942060_20080819_screen002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 222px;" src="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2008/231/942060_20080819_screen002.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2008/231/942060_20080819_screen005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 224px;" src="http://image.com.com/gamespot/images/2008/231/942060_20080819_screen005.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nasty-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay. I'll admit it. I am scared to play this game! It's nasty! Here's a video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/za2iYFR-FhI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/za2iYFR-FhI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH! Evil little boy!&lt;br /&gt;I gottsa do stuff, but I'm sure I'll be writing tomorrow! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B is nervous &amp;amp; out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.vidaextra.com/2008/09/silent_hill_homecoming.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-7416484837100775038?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7416484837100775038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=7416484837100775038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7416484837100775038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7416484837100775038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-trying-to-kill-me.html' title='are you trying to kill me?'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-8949900458738948021</id><published>2009-03-15T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:58:57.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Much deserved, much said.</title><content type='html'>Yikes! I haven't written anything in a while. Shoot! That's not good. Not good at all. I've just been so freaking busy with school work it's really killing me. To make up for my lack of 'postage' I'll make this post hellla long and fill it with all sorts of random. Yay! Starting now I have decided my blog will revolve around eight major categories; Film, Television, Music, Fashion, Books, Art, Gaming and Life. Yay! Not all of them will be included in every post, but at least now I can categorize. YAY FOR ORGANIZATION(although eight is kinda alotta categories)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for me to see a horror movie in theaters! Five movies have already been released and I haven't seen a single one! Not good. What kind of scary-movie fanatic am I? A bad one! I really really want to see some of the movies, not necessarily horror movies alone, coming up soon in 2009; they really do look promising. No lie. Take a look:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Top 5 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicky B-approved&lt;/span&gt; Upcoming Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Last House On The Left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In theaters: Currently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So this is going to be the first scary one of the year. Plus, it looks promising, it really does! The Last House On The Left is the story of the revenge parents seek on a group of strangers who take shelter in their house, these strangers of course have shot their daughter and left her for dead. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If bad people hurt someone you love, how far would you go to hurt them back?", &lt;/span&gt;asks the trailer. I don't know. I find the whole storyline intriguing and think that it should be a pretty interesting movie that is probably more realistic than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday The 13th&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Unborn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sl2lmFPBGN8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sl2lmFPBGN8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. 500 Days of Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In theaters: July 17, 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the story of how love is found. It's the story about how love is found, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and lost&lt;/span&gt;. Something about the trailer immediately grabbed my attention and would not let it go. I'm interested. I want to see the story of Summer and Tom. It looks funny. Sweet. Genuine. Something you can relate to. All of which make it something for Nicky B to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Sunshine Cleaning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theaters: Currently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that looks fresh and new. A comedy about two sisters(?) who begin a crime scene clean-up service to rake in some dough. The story follows the triumphs, the rough times, and the people they meet as they work to create a brighter future for the entire family. It looks heart-warming and fun, so it's a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5hSoC4-cQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VN5hSoC4-cQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Tokyo!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theaters: 3/18, 3/20 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the Sundance + Asian American Film Festival this film is going to be a rarity so I hope I can try to grab some tickets and see it this Friday with some friends (Who wants to go?!) The film looks crazy, zany, and just fun! It offers a portrait of Japan's famous city brought to us by three equally crazy directors. "Shaking Tokyo follows the story if a man who leaves his apartment for the first time in 11 years after falling in love with the pizza delivery girl who's covered in mystical tattoos", says the SF Guardian. That sounds interesting enough to make me want to go, but wait, there is even more. The story of 'Merde' follows a hermit who pops out of the sewers to embark on a havoc-creating attack. Yikes! And lastly there is 'Interior Design' a depiction of a women who is tired of fighting life in the city and decides to become a chair. Yes, a chair. Sounds cool. Let's go. Call me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhWLFW3te-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rhWLFW3te-k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Adventureland&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theaters: April 3rd, 200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I like those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbad&lt;/span&gt;-esque movies. They make me smile. Just like this one should. I don't know why I like them so much. I just do. Plus Kirsten Stewart is in it and I like her so far because she fits well into that mold of actors that are kinda geeky and abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F--nHysJkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4F--nHysJkw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go! They aren't exactly movies to 'look forward to' because three of them are out right now. But they're movies I want to see and that's all that's important right!?!? Right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is there to speak of you ask? Well. Let's speak of my favorite new TV show! Weeds! It's hilarious. Witty. Smart. Sarcastic. Something that is again similar to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Superbad&lt;/span&gt; really! I don't know. But really, you should check it! Watch the first two seasons on Netflix Online for free! I've just started Season 2 and can't wait to finish it all. It's a show I genuinely like. What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUZcdiflm_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tUZcdiflm_c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have realized I don't really 'watch' TV. I simply leave the TV on while I'm doing homework or cleaning my room or looking at Facebook. Not too good a habit with all that energy being wasted and all. Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've begun listening to more of a 'chillout' type of music. Rock bands and power-punk groups pushed aside, I've realized I'm beginning to like tunes that are mellow, yet powerful. Don't get me wrong, I'll still love dancing to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Black Kids&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Calvin Harris&lt;/span&gt; it's just that I've never realized how enjoyable chill music can be. Especially when you just want to be put in a chill mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" &gt;CheckitOUT:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;he Youth - MGMT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As Tall As Cliffs - Not Animal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oxford Comma - Vampire Weekend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dramamine - Modest Mouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lover I Don't Have To Love - Bright Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;New Slang - The Shins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tire Swing - Kimya Dawson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good songs for stressful days. Good songs for bus taking. Good songs for homework. Good songs for forgetting about life. Good songs for everybody. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs020.snc1/2643_1020663084154_1452503148_30066877_4186297_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 438px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs020.snc1/2643_1020663084154_1452503148_30066877_4186297_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w. I have found something super cool on my friend's blog. Check out &lt;a href="http://dlmjamta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Derek's&lt;/a&gt; blog and find out about more cool events. This one was just calling me though, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SF Zombie Swarm. &lt;/span&gt;How amazing is that? Ah! Pictures galore. That is what I will do if I find the time and somebody to go with. Take pictures galore!!! Crazy. Check their &lt;a href="http://www.sfzombieswarm.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for more info. + Imagine it. When will you ever see something remotely similar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to keep writing my book. But It has been hella crazy lately. That's what summer is for. Reading, writing, hanging with friends, and all that stuff you do in the sun. So. I will finish it over summer! Yes. And if I have time on a weekend I will write it over the weekend! That's a plus. But no promises! Haha. Life has been hectic. Very hectic. My math class is killing me. And I have to memorize 42 Japanese Prefectures tonight. Yes, yes, lucky me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I've decided to start my film-making career off! That means. I'm think I'll make a documentary about four kids at Lowell. Not this year. Probably next. I can see it now! Ahh. Greatness. I have to decide whose lives to follow still. I need interesting people, and stressed people, and people who wouldn't mind being followed by a camera for a month or so. Yessss. Plus I'm gonna have Kris make a LIVE SHOW on stickam with me. It's boutta be crackinnnn'! Ahh. I'm talking nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I don't really want to stay up until 3 am all week again so I'm going to start reviewing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Catcher In The Rye&lt;/span&gt; and memorizing those prefectures...after my bagel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write again soon.&lt;br /&gt;Listening: Ocean Breathes Salty - Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky B is nervous&amp;amp;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-8949900458738948021?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8949900458738948021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=8949900458738948021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/8949900458738948021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/8949900458738948021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/much-deserved-much-said.html' title='Much deserved, much said.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-3690670707075455073</id><published>2009-02-26T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:55:32.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HOWSWEETisthis.</title><content type='html'>So today we went on a crazy adventure. Eva, Renn, Jocelyn, and I basically had this insane craving  for CUPANOODLES.  At the time. It really seemed like a good idea. But in reality. It was a suck-ass one. We ended up running around for about 45 minutes looking for hot water and a place willing to give us free forks. Eva got laughed at by a fat bitch in Noah's Bagels and has decided to start a protest. We finally found a Japanese place that was willing to give us free chopsticks. And we got free hot water compliments of Pete's. So was getting a hot Cup of Noodles at West Portal for .69 cents worth it? Yeah. I mean. We had some good bonding time yo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some ADORABLE commercials by some chip company. They make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="208" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jj1XNjrJ-EY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jj1XNjrJ-EY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="208" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="208" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYolmh5LDbU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYolmh5LDbU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="208" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="208" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8e0vyZueQA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i8e0vyZueQA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="208" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE THOSE NOT SWEET!? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back on Yahoo!Answers helping people. So far I've been pretty successful. I mean I've been hella helpful to people who don't know fashion. Shoot. I'm saving them. Well I gottsa go y'all. I have Hunt homework. Ew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;OH! And I'm really craving:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-FroYo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Milk Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Lavender Ice Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Sushi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Silent Hill (blog to come)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;-Fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B hates school work &amp;amp; is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-3690670707075455073?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3690670707075455073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=3690670707075455073&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3690670707075455073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3690670707075455073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/howsweetisthis.html' title='HOWSWEETisthis.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-3771717626318365275</id><published>2009-02-25T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T20:58:28.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me tell you a story.</title><content type='html'>Hey! Sorry. I've been busy. Really busy. I don't have hella time. I think I might have ADD. My mind just jumps jumps jumps until it's 10 o'clock and time for me to focus. YiKES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is a story, through photographs. A project for photography. Yay!. Keep in mind, I'm not done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SaYgFTdGLoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NZlquFOnFJs/s1600-h/dolldiaries3+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SaYgFTdGLoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NZlquFOnFJs/s320/dolldiaries3+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306964486396456578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SaYgO7ZQ9SI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BXZ9AiTvHuE/s1600-h/dolldiaries4+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SaYgO7ZQ9SI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BXZ9AiTvHuE/s320/dolldiaries4+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306964651736626466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SaYghkH4dAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HXMvKKzm2rw/s1600-h/contrast2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SaYghkH4dAI/AAAAAAAAAFA/HXMvKKzm2rw/s320/contrast2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306964971907216386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SaYgthsEy0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RECPFDfVpNc/s1600-h/DSC02735+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SaYgthsEy0I/AAAAAAAAAFI/RECPFDfVpNc/s320/DSC02735+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306965177412143938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SaYg39wa12I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aVpVTgHDjts/s1600-h/DSC02729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SaYg39wa12I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aVpVTgHDjts/s320/DSC02729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306965356745250658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there they are! The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doll Diaries &lt;/span&gt;is what I'll call them. Expect the full story to be done in about a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. I have homework to do. Sorry ya'll. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky B is out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-3771717626318365275?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3771717626318365275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=3771717626318365275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3771717626318365275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3771717626318365275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/let-me-tell-you-story.html' title='Let me tell you a story.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SaYgFTdGLoI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NZlquFOnFJs/s72-c/dolldiaries3+009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-7918641062381884438</id><published>2009-02-14T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:35:06.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lots to say. little time.</title><content type='html'>it is the weekend! and a three day one at that!&lt;br /&gt; I'm pretty happy to have three days of just chilling. School is just so exhausting, that on Friday I practically collapse on my bed once I get home. All those three-hours sleeping a night add up to tired Nicky B. :]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So yesterday after school, Fian, Renn, Eva, Claire, and I went down to Crepevine and spent a while there talking about teachers and people and whatnot. Just some good ol' bonding time yo'. After that crazy-ness Eva, Renn, and I started heading to the Randall Museum to go see some free Japanese movie that Renn had to see for Daffner's class. So are adventure began. We waited for the bus talking about how we'd probably be late and who Renn wouldn't mind driving her home. Hahaa. Then we get on this bus, and I knew they look sketchy when we got on, but get this these kids in the back kept lighting their lighters near Renn and Eva! I'm being an over-dramatic-bitch about it kinda but still, it had me laughing. We got off on Divisadaro and Haight (thank you for the directions EVA!) only to take the 24 towards 16th and Castro. Funny thing, last night we must have looked really lost because we were getting directions from everybody! Shooooot. On the street; on the bus; on the phone. The highlight of it was on the 24. Mann strange bus right there. We had a tranny behind us, some guy with naked people on his phone, and some old man that yelled out, "YOU NEED TO TAKE THE 37!" Goood times. Let's see. After walking up this big-as-hell hill we got to the museum. We checked in and went downstairs to this janky room with a projector set up. First we saw to short-films. A French animation, and some Irish drama. I don't really like French animation. Everything always seems so grotesque and putrid and it doesn't convey stuff appropriately. The Irish drama was a real...ehhh. I can't understand them! So the feature length was some Japanese mobster film. I though it was going to be interesting. But nahhh! Haha. So Eva and I just spent hella time dancing around the museum and looking at the inaccurate murals. Again, goood times. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Today I made a to-do list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Clean my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Read at least 2 chapters of New Moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Left4Dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Read 6+7 in Catcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;-Watch an episode of Weeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cleaned my room. But nothing else. Unfortunately there isn't much time in a day. It's all good though. As long as I get to chill. It's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I have decided it is time for my album reccomendation. This week, it's the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Black Kids &lt;/span&gt;and their debut album, Partie Traumatic&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;It's full of happy, stop-everything-and-dance tunes. And&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zavvi.co.uk/images/863/863401_CD_M_F.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://www.zavvi.co.uk/images/863/863401_CD_M_F.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's a good thing! Here are my top 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I'm Making Eyes At You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Put 'Kids' by MGMT and 'Such Great Heights' by the Postal Service together and BAM! you gotta some of this. One of the mellow-er songs, I'm Making Eyes At You delivers it. It is great vocals, amazing beats, and high contrasts of voice and background. A sense of greatness and belonging included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Listen to Your Body Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ahh! It makes you want to just really get up and dance. Another cool mix of an addicting beat and memorable vocals, that are great together, rather than being a contrast. The sound of a new age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who cares if you hear it all the time at American Eagle? It's some good-ness. A good mood starter. Weird combination of instruments that sound good together nonetheless! [hey! it's on my blog playlist in low-quality!] Some catchy-ness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll see y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nicky B is out and WHAT-THE-FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-7918641062381884438?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7918641062381884438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=7918641062381884438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7918641062381884438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7918641062381884438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/lots-to-say-little-time.html' title='lots to say. little time.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-3143050081206102051</id><published>2009-02-07T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T17:17:17.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what fun we had.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: Ignore the images randomly sprinkled throughout this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I got news for y'all! Have I got news for y'all! Let's see, where shall I start. I'M SO FREAKING HAPPY IT'S SATURDAY. I don't want Sunday to come. Monday especially. I really want my math quiz to disappear. Homework too, please. I feel like the weekend is the only time I can actually do shit I want to do. Monday through Friday I'm in work/freak-out mode going crazy about school-related shit. Yiikes. Not good.&lt;br /&gt;How lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went to see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coraline&lt;/span&gt; with little-Monica and Alison at the Metreon. Here are the deets;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taken &lt;/span&gt;is basically the story of Bryan, a father that moves back to Southern California in attempt to create a better relationship with his daughter, Kim, as he did not get to see her much while she was growing up due to his job as a government agent. Bryan wants to do anything possibly to make Kim happy, but his efforts are often overshot by Kim's new rich step-dad and biological mom (Bryan is divorced). So when Kim asks if her father can sign a consent sheet that wil&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SY6XuwDLp4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/alexp8KPEII/s1600-h/Metreon%2BBangkok%2BFroYo+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SY6XuwDLp4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/alexp8KPEII/s200/Metreon%2BBangkok%2BFroYo+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300340640889677698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l allow her to go to Paris with a friend, of course, after some convincing  Bryan signs the paper.  So off to Paris she goes with her friend. At the airport they meet some cute French guy in a taxi line, who asks, 'Taxis are damn expensive, want to share?' Now of course the teenage girls, oblivious to their coming fate, say yes to the guy. Bad move. Basically the girls lead the guy to their apartment, which 5 minutes later is raided by some crazies. The bitches is kidnapped. And turned into hoes! That is some crazy-ness. The skilled father, however, has the skills he needs to save the girls. But does he? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So basicall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y, &lt;/span&gt;this movie was hella tight! It has you on the edge of your seat, freal. The action is intense, and you feel sorry for the father, meaning, you want to watch him get is daughter back. There are a bit of 'that shit ain't possible' moments. But just forget those. Hey, it's a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coraline. &lt;/span&gt;In 3-D. HELLL NAW. That movie was scary. The mama was a hella crazy bitch. No need to explain this one. Watch the trailer and witness the freaky-ness. Because it is some weird ass shit! Especially the crazy-ass-button-eyed-mama. Nuh-uh. Not cool. Haha. Freakier than Friday the 13th is gonna be! Not really. But that movie was hurting my eyes. 3-D is too much for Nicky B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After words we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt; for some yummy food. Good rice. No lie. UGH! Haha. Alison&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SY6XNOVpzVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Lwm6qDFA96g/s1600-h/Metreon%2BBangkok%2BFroYo+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SY6XNOVpzVI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Lwm6qDFA96g/s200/Metreon%2BBangkok%2BFroYo+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300340064904662354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; chose a really inappropriate time to start blotting the grease off of her face, blaming it on the weather and what not. DTM. DOING TO MUCH! Just kidding Ali-babaa. Just don't throw it in my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fro-Yo at the CeFlore place was reaaallly good as well. One of my top 5 fro-yo places. I will list those later. I promise. Haha. I leave you with an array of random and funny pictures that I dare not post on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B is going to do homework then watch Weeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SY6YsFn3zSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pEc-L7h8a1Q/s1600-h/Metreon%2BBangkok%2BFroYo+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SY6YsFn3zSI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/pEc-L7h8a1Q/s200/Metreon%2BBangkok%2BFroYo+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300341694652730658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My yummy fro-yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SY6ZIHysu_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/X1wLsPDm--0/s1600-h/Metreon%2BBangkok%2BFroYo+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SY6ZIHysu_I/AAAAAAAAAEY/X1wLsPDm--0/s200/Metreon%2BBangkok%2BFroYo+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300342176271350770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alison and her creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SY6ZjVEFriI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3fJ5ZHAOFQ8/s1600-h/Metreon%2BBangkok%2BFroYo+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SY6ZjVEFriI/AAAAAAAAAEg/3fJ5ZHAOFQ8/s200/Metreon%2BBangkok%2BFroYo+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300342643690417698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yikes. [Not Nicky B's finest moment]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="205"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEvAUvN9aDE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wEvAUvN9aDE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far my favorite Above The Influence commercial + music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d81b20c8014daeb0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param 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href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3143050081206102051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=3143050081206102051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3143050081206102051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3143050081206102051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-fun-we-had.html' title='what fun we had.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SY6XuwDLp4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/alexp8KPEII/s72-c/Metreon%2BBangkok%2BFroYo+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-6964956967887126682</id><published>2009-02-06T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T00:07:43.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepy sleepy time.</title><content type='html'>today was not my day. i want to sleep. to escape reality for 6 hours and dream. yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully tomorrow will be better :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B is tired&amp;amp;out&amp;amp;looking forward to Coraline in 3-D&amp;amp;remind me to post about ogre tomorrow because I still have homework and want to get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-6964956967887126682?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6964956967887126682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=6964956967887126682&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/6964956967887126682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/6964956967887126682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/sleepy-sleepy-time.html' title='sleepy sleepy time.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-2918942554319858277</id><published>2009-02-03T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T22:29:54.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish time was for sale.</title><content type='html'>dude. There are so many things one can do in a day that are not possibly achievable due to the time restraints of school and homework. ugh. How am I to hang with friends, read New Moon, watch Weeds, and play Left 4 Dead when I have to do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5 hours&lt;/span&gt; of homework every night?!? Shiieet. Sometimes I really wish I went to an easier school. That would just be so much....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So currently I am stressing about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-Having my first math quiz from Mr. Hunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-Trying to keep an A in at least 4 of my 7 classes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The report card I got in the mail today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-How I don't have a real lunch tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm missing Japanese homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;-Not getting to see everybody I want to in a single day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm done with homework for tonight --&gt; should I start my 'concept sheet'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIT! I'm such a freakin' Lowell kid. Damn Wash doesn't know how good they have it.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALL OF THIS WORK JUST TO GET INTO FUCKING UC SANTA CRUZ. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Okay. I'm all done now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.px.yelp.com/bphoto/tRN-tsBsadPQFpv-Ybs-aA/l"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 306px;" src="http://static.px.yelp.com/bphoto/tRN-tsBsadPQFpv-Ybs-aA/l" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Today was nice. We took that stupid California High School Exit Exam. Which is really 5th gra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; level. Then had a short lunch, which I spent taking a Japanese test. After that, we had our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; first-period class. English. I got a 96 on my test so I'm happy. P.E. Nothing. Photography.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; after school I headed over to Eggettes with Monica, Eva, and Renn. Yummy yummy white raspberry smoothie yo'.  We had nachos too. Not feeling them today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see ya later.&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B is tired of school +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-2918942554319858277?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2918942554319858277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=2918942554319858277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/2918942554319858277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/2918942554319858277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-wish-time-was-for-sale.html' title='i wish time was for sale.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-5202737553553144218</id><published>2009-02-01T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:51:41.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how did i get here?</title><content type='html'>I'm crazy exhausted. School is fucking crazy. My schedule is hell. I hate that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I, myself,&lt;/span&gt; thought it would be a good idea to have an extra one hour and ten minutes of school. Last night I went kinda crazy and was running on pure adrenaline that I had left over from my stressful week; I almost crossed a red-light busy intersection without even knowing it. Today I had ten hours of sleep, then took a three-hour nap. That's how drained I am. I don't even want to touch my Japanese, Math, or any textbook for any reason. It's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    On a brighter note. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOWELL WON THE BATTLE OF THE BIRDS!&lt;/span&gt; I really was proud of my school last night. I think we all were. Pretty tight, pretty tight. I really want Quickly now. You know? Those tapioca drinks. I want froyo too. I think our class should start selling both of those in combination, we'd make hella money, no lie. Actually we only would make money if we were selling to the whole school. Cause our grade is hella lazy. No offense class of 2011. We need to spend more. Or else our Junior Prom next year is gonna be at somebody's house. Eehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So today I've been playing this game I bought, Left 4 Dead, which is basically a crazy-as-mother-fuckin'-hayell game. It is a bit much. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT FUN AS A JUMP HOUSE! &lt;/span&gt;Basically you play, with 3 other people, and try to survive this crazy zombie apocalypse. We'&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/3018553975_f40e30f662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 222px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/3018553975_f40e30f662.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re talking hundreds of zombies here ya'll. Not only that. But there are 4 different scenarios to play through, each being like a movie. Haha. They got me shooting zombies in cornfields, in skyscrapers, in some suburbs, in tiny fields, in all over the place, ya hear? All the people online have southern accents so I automatically think &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEXANS&lt;/span&gt;. Not that that's important or anything, it's just something I noticed. And I can really imagine my cousins playing it (my family lives there). But anyways, it's two player as well. So if you come over to my home I'll hook you up with the goodness. Kay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really trying to read and write more. But stupid school and homework takes time out of everything. So I apologize, readers, haha, if I don't post like Ms. Tammy Mo or Perez, but I'll try to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B is going to write up the City Folk's plans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-5202737553553144218?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5202737553553144218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=5202737553553144218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/5202737553553144218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/5202737553553144218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-did-i-get-here.html' title='how did i get here?'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3141/3018553975_f40e30f662_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-3904704488436517989</id><published>2009-01-31T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:20:55.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's cool.</title><content type='html'>I have a special place in my heart for Japan. I mean, this country &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://otakuinternational.com/images/Sep8-14-08postings/vending-machines/vending-machine-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 253px;" src="http://otakuinternational.com/images/Sep8-14-08postings/vending-machines/vending-machine-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;has got it. I'm not sure if this is going to amaze you as much as it amazed me, but I still think everybody will find this post slightly amazing, at the least. So let me show you a little bit about how crazy these &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Japanese vending machines &lt;/span&gt;are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The deets.&lt;/span&gt; 5,405,300 vending machines are currently working in Japan, making it the country with the highest number of them. That comes out to a ratio of about one machine for every 20 people! Why are they so popular? There are two answers to that question. Vending machines are convenient and everywhere, not only that though, they also sell freakin' everything! We're talking about more than your normal soft drinks and snacks here. Imagine being able to purchase eggs, lobsters, umbrellas, hot ramen, coffee hot or iced, hot snacks, a charging station for your cell phone, underwear, cigarettes, alchohol, condoms, and even porn from the vending machine down the street. Vending machines are everywhere and sell everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is the abundance of vending machines a reason why people &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/venmone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 224px;" src="http://images.pingmag.jp/images/article/venmone.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;use them, but Japanese consumers also have the option of using their cell phone as a way to pay for their goods, rather than having to search for pocket change. To do so, the cell phone is simply held over a scanner, and the purchase will be added to the next month's phone bill. Cool right!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to write more in another post. Soon. Today. I promise. And it won't be a random post about vending machines. It will be a good post about my life, school, home, and food. I'll be right back ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps. I apologize for posting this random-ness. I was on crack when it happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-3904704488436517989?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3904704488436517989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=3904704488436517989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3904704488436517989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/3904704488436517989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-cool.html' title='that&apos;s cool.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-5877033404029353141</id><published>2009-01-27T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:39:04.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet the gang.</title><content type='html'>get to know some of the city folk. right here. right now.&lt;br /&gt;Here are the four main characters of the book I'm thinking about writing. F'real. I'll write about my busy life soon. But now, meet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelsey Evans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A social outcast with an alcoholic father and dead mother, Kelsey Evans is a genuinely kind person who isn’t able to fit into any of Glenn High’s cliques. She is softhearted, but tired of searching for people to befriend her. As a result, she confides her frustration onto internet blogs, chat rooms, and forums. But what happens when Kelsey’s relationships online get a bit too ‘personal’?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peyton Rundell&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spoiled and rich, she is one of Glenn High School’s elite. Part of the ‘deadly seven-sinners’ clique Peyton must do everything in her power to stay in the ‘it’ crowd, even if that means hurting other people. Peyton has access to everything she wants, whether it be drugs, sex, even money. She has a beautiful boyfriend, beautiful family, and beautiful life. But how long will Peyton have getting to the high-life though, when she begins to make enemies in her own hive of bees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aiden Beck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiden is the new kid in Glenn. Forced to move there to make sure his father does not contact him or his mother, as they have had several incidents in the past. Fresh out of San Francisco, Aiden doesn’t quite understand how Glenn and its subcultures operate. Strong willed and confident he decides he will do what he wants when he wants to. But Aiden is troubled. Troubled by something he hides from everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eric Carver&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric is happy with where his life is going. He gets good grades, has plenty of friends, and is ready to get out of Glenn and into the real world. But an encounter with an old friend at a party makes Eric try new things. Things that make him feel great, but open the doors to a long, dangerous, path. Eric is willing to take a stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep in mind!&lt;/strong&gt; This is just me brainstorming. Not the 'official character descriptions'. Just thought bubbles put into sentences. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B has school tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-5877033404029353141?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5877033404029353141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=5877033404029353141&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/5877033404029353141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/5877033404029353141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/meet-gang.html' title='meet the gang.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-5481417940342649627</id><published>2009-01-21T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:24:53.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate math.</title><content type='html'>more will be explained tomorrow. when i have time.&lt;br /&gt;-nicky b is exhausted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-5481417940342649627?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5481417940342649627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=5481417940342649627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/5481417940342649627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/5481417940342649627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-hate-math.html' title='i hate math.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-1369887006745933</id><published>2009-01-20T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:05:18.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner</title><content type='html'>Sorry I wasn't able to post for a few days. I've been kinda just a little bit busy :] So let's see, what does Nicky B have to say? Hmm. Not much really. I've just been hanging out with friends a lot lately. Cheryl's birthday-BBQ, my first-time-kinda-small bonfire, stuff like that. Today was pretty chill. I stayed at my Dad's house to watch the inauguration, then went downtown with my sister to buy some stufff. Not some. A lot of stuff.  I went freakin' crazy at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Urban Outfitters&lt;/span&gt;, which I now declare my favorite store.  A cardigan, two pairs of jeans, a shirt, and an interesting looking novel, can you hear me say 'YAY!'? I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So. My book. I gottsa kinda work on that some more. I haven't really started, and ran into writer's block while trying to come up with the list of the four main characters. I'm having a tough time trying to envision how to intertwine their lives together while, at the same time, telling a story from all four different perspectives. Sounds hard right? It kinda is...Shoot. I wish I could work on it more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tomorrow we get our schedules! Shit. I filed incomplete and am probably going to get a crack-as-fuck list of classes. Shit. This really does kind of suck actually. I know I'm not processing it yet....but Nicky B, this really does suck. :[&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1loup.net/share/images/CPI/Abercrombie%202.PV__.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 178px;" src="http://1loup.net/share/images/CPI/Abercrombie%202.PV__.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yo'! So I noticed something today. Is it me, or all workers at Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch more attractive than normal. Or not? Are they hired as 'salespeople' or 'models'? Just wondering. And why is it that their clothes are so boring and cost so much? Please help Nicky B over here.&lt;br /&gt; Shoot. I usually have more to say. Sorry I didn't open my mouth open so much this time around. I think I'm about to go to bed. Night!&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-1369887006745933?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1369887006745933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=1369887006745933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1369887006745933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/1369887006745933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/now-im-not-saint-but-im-not-sinner.html' title='Now I’m not a saint but I’m not a sinner'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-7800497913977759075</id><published>2009-01-18T00:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T01:07:12.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>get to know the city folk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SXLnaoInb5I/AAAAAAAAABw/VH-eeZzorhQ/s1600-h/gettingtoknowthecityfolk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SXLnaoInb5I/AAAAAAAAABw/VH-eeZzorhQ/s200/gettingtoknowthecityfolk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292546956749926290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wooh! I finished my first sample-cover for my novel! YES! Pretty amazing isn't it? That a 15-year old kid can do this with his spare time. I know, I know. Well here it is. I finally thought up a title for my book, which is now going to be called, as of now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;getting to know the city folk. &lt;/span&gt;You know? The book I was going to write based off of photos. Well this is it. I've decided music is also going to influence how I decide to structure my novel. Oh! And that excerpt on the back - that's real right there! Here is a little sample for y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" Welcome to Glenn. The perfect place to be. Well, that's what it seems like at first glance. Take a look around and you'll see that everything is perfect. Perfect houses, perfect families, perfect schools, and even perfectly mowed lawns. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Look a little bit closer though, and you will realiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e that Glenn is anything but a perfect little city. Hiding behind the indistinguishable community lies people who live secret lives.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Why not visit Glenn and get to know the city folk yourself. Enter the lives of four high school students and find out how unspeakable, laughable, breathtaking, and real the city of Glenn actually is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wooh. That actually took some time. I can't wait to start brainstorming it up though! I have a basic storyline in mind, but I need to think about the meat 'n potatoes. Characters.  Chapter structure. Parallels. All of that good stuff! But nevertheless, I can't wait until I get to start writing! Should I post chapters here? I think I will. By the chapter. :] Welcome y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hung out with friends! Haha. I hung with Sydnie, Kristen, and Alison yo'! Purty fun right there! I woke up at around 10 for once. That was really nice. Mmmhmmm. Sydnie had a mock trial thing, so while we waited for her, Kristen, Alison, and I pretty much just hung out in her room. Kristen left early, so Alison and I had some bonding time as we strolled N&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.px.yelp.com/bphoto/4Rg56o8K4eF1d1Bkt13dSg/l"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 264px;" src="http://static.px.yelp.com/bphoto/4Rg56o8K4eF1d1Bkt13dSg/l" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;orth Beach for the top FRO-YO and PIZZA spot. Well. We only ate at two places. But they were HELLA good. I mean, really, really, really, delicious.&lt;br /&gt;We ate at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swirl Culture&lt;/span&gt; first for some exclusively yummy fro-yo. Kinda expensive, but my blueberry and mochi treat was oh-so worth it! Alison got the swirl of blueberry and mango with sour-strawberries with leaves still attached as toppings. Nothing says &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oishii&lt;/span&gt; like that. The atmosphere there was really cool and light. Futuristic. Tight. Fun. Clean. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Golden Boy Pizza&lt;/span&gt; for some of the most delicious-ness I've ever had. I remember going there with Holden and his dad a bunch of times. But this time, it was easily 10x as good as I remembered. The crust was perfect. Had just the right crunch, ya know? We had our rich pizzas in the park near Syd's house. The sauce and toppings just right. Hahaa! While eating a dog came up to Alison and started harassing her! The man called his dog's name several times before we were actually in the green. Then a few minutes later, we saw the dog attacking a box of somebody's strawberries!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sydnie came home! We went out with her and played in the park for a bit. I was feeling kinda lazy out there, so I kinda sucked at football and frisbee. But still, it was nice to go out! We then got more frozen yogurt! I got cheesecake with blueberries; but it was hella watery. Syd got rocky-road and Alison got tart with peaches. Savory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   We walked around a little more then went back to Sydnie's house to play a game of Clue! But get this; it was talking-Clue! The game 'host' kept skipping my turn so, Sydnie won! He must've liked her more because she was the young prince and I was the old grumpy man. Kidding. We had a yummy dinner then headed downtown for Cheryl's gift! We got her a Harajuku bag filled with candy! Yay! I hope she hasn't read this yet....We then left each other at the Muni station and began a journey home :[ Nice day! There was only one problem...but I won't get into that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I'm going to watch some scary on-demand movie. rawr. zombies.&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-7800497913977759075?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7800497913977759075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=7800497913977759075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7800497913977759075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7800497913977759075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/get-to-know-city-folk.html' title='get to know the city folk.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SXLnaoInb5I/AAAAAAAAABw/VH-eeZzorhQ/s72-c/gettingtoknowthecityfolk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-8893594020387996891</id><published>2009-01-16T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:51:35.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 queens!</title><content type='html'>Wooh! Today was an amazing day. It isn't over quite yet, but yeah. It's been pretty amazing. So. It started off with me waking up an hour later than usual, that being okay because we started school a bit late today. I walked up to the top of my hill, ready to take the bus, but saw that there were some hella ghetto people there. They probably went to Burton. I was not cool with that, so I walked two blocks towards the park so I wouldn't have to deal with any of that. Aha. I got on the bus and saw Ana! She spoke to me about birthdays, what she did yesterday, and her relationships. She's so crazy! I love her. I got to school about 30 minutes early. I was worried I would just be wondering around acting as if I was going to my locker or something...but, Miya came to my rescue! Haha. We watched the guys in the science wing brake-dance and talked about various, funny, things. I went to math and found out that I still have a B! 80.4% BABY! Shoot. I totally failed the final with a sexy 69%. BUT I STILL HAVE A B!. Miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E. was nothing but chill. I didn't even have to dress up. Just threw a frisbee to Alison and chatted. Japanese was somewhat fun. I got a C+ on my final and a B for my semester grade. Ew. But I enjoyed the show we watched. It was a costume contest reality show --&gt; very...Japanese. I then had double 9-10 and this is where I realized my day was turning from a good day to a REALLY GOOD day. We played extreme spoons. Eva, Claire, Renn, Kristy, Hester, Monica, Fian, Antonio, Darren, Miranda, and I were hella crazy. You had to be there. We ran for those shoes madly. Gotta love it. We then went to Lakeshore with all of those people and got Dora the Explorer popsicles. They were okay. I think the best thing about them were the jokes that were on the popsicle sticks. 'What do you call bread that a bison makes?' 'A buffaloaf'. Silly Dora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I proceeded to English. Got my final back and chatted with Mrs. Innis about classes. I hope I get an A in that class. :] I signed out of the other two classes I had (Photography, Chemistry) and was ready to go home. BUT THEN, Kristy said we could go to the beach. So we did! Sydney, Alison, Kristy, Claire, Nina, Renn, and I went to Sweet House. Yum. We then went down to the beach and did an array of things. We played soccer. Played 10 fingers. Watched the other Lowell kids get high and drunk. Haha. Good times. I'm excited for this weekend! It should be really fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I really want to have a bonfire now. That'd be cool. Hehe. Well, I'll see y'all tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-8893594020387996891?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8893594020387996891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=8893594020387996891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/8893594020387996891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/8893594020387996891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/4-queens.html' title='4 queens!'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-4904760407228258845</id><published>2009-01-15T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:52:00.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some people like to stay as busy as a bee, but i like to stay as busy as a B+</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;King of The Hill &lt;/span&gt;is the cream of the crop. The finest of Fox television. The fucking supreme. Now I know this may seem random to you, but that's just because, well, it is. I think you and I have gotten to know each other comfortably enough for me to share somethings with you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the shows I love. &lt;/span&gt;Shows are different than films. They don't send the strong messages films get across, rather entertain you with an easily-forgettable-in-days storyline. Not that it's a bad thing. I mean, shows are meant to entertain for a short period, and that's exactly what they do. And with that witty introduction, I know would like to introduce you to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicky B's Top 5 Favorite Television Shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Swingtown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;So what if it's been canceled? I enjoyed peeking into the lives of those crazy sexual poly-lovin'-curious couples from the 70's. So basically, this show puts you into the lives of a couple who is ready to being...erm...experimenting in the bedroom; with other people. You'll follow their highs, their lows, and their in betweens as they join the love revolution! The realistic script makes you laugh, gasp, and freak-out. 'Did people really do that?' you'll ask, 'Shit! Did my parents do that?' I found the show to be interesting because it is in-fact, about parents and their children (who have their own little love-story lines as well) This show hits the 'cool' button right on. I mean, it has everything that sells. Humor, drama, and sex. Put that in a time machine, go back thirty-years, and you'll have Swingtown, a mature That 70's Show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m95X3NuYXuQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m95X3NuYXuQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, so who doesn't know what this is about? For those of you who have been hiding from the world, Gossip Girl basically documents the scandalous lives of Manhattan's rich elite high school students. Be prepared to see plenty of brats, bitches, and creative forms of revenge. A guilty-pleasure of mine, Gossip Girl's little socialites always bring on pitchers of juice, not from concentrate. Drugs, sex, scandal, jealousy, and conformity. What's not to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXSgqVjewL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NXSgqVjewL4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Real World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the true story, of eight strangers, picked to live in a house, work together and have their lives taped, to find out what happens, when people stop being polite, and start getting real. Exactly. What says 'quality entertainment' more than an hour of reality television each week that features eight strangers going absolutely crazy. Most notably in this season, the cast members each have something unique about them. You have the transwoman, morman metrosexual, Iraq-veteran, personal trainer, gay guy, tattooed San Francisco chick, Miss American Teen 2005, and the panic-disorder-suffering-dancer. Put them in a house for a few months and you know that the drama will not be saved for no mamas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrm0ez_Jjrk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mrm0ez_Jjrk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Intriguing. Rather than focusing mainly on the crimes committed, Criminal Minds is a crime show which pays attention the the actual criminal. Twisted. Scary. Dark. A show that makes your mind wander through ideals that you don't want to venture into. To places so dark that they make you cringe. Through thoughts so shocking that you will be awes. An amazing show that's incredibly thought provoking. You almost try to solve the case before the criminal investigators; who are ALWAYS smarter than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFLyUxyIu7w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vFLyUxyIu7w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;The Boondocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh out loud funny. I find myself laughing to this show, even when I'm by myself, trying to fall asleep.  The story of the Freeman family is so genuine and witty, it is by far the best animated show out today. I can't even explain how happy this show can make a person. Is it over the edge? Yes. Is it controversial? Yes. But let your 'politically-correctness' slide for a bit and try to laugh at what is funny. :] Suuperbb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkUXpbyZndU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkUXpbyZndU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there they are; my top 5 television shows of all-time! What are yours?&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B is tired&amp;amp;out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-4904760407228258845?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4904760407228258845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=4904760407228258845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/4904760407228258845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/4904760407228258845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-people-like-to-stay-as-busy-as-bee.html' title='some people like to stay as busy as a bee, but i like to stay as busy as a B+'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-7368544597395849274</id><published>2009-01-14T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T00:10:38.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shiieet.</title><content type='html'>So I forgot my math book at school. Not cool. I need to study for that final so I can get higher than 81.7% and get a B in that class. I hate math. It's a bitch. And won't be used after high school. Erghh.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a typical Lowell kid blogging about grades and all, but f'real y'all, I'm actually trying to get to someplace I want in life. I don't know where that someplace is, but it's definitely NOT going to be in some town full of white-trash and cosmetic colleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa. So, time for me to brainstorm about my novel. It's pre&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SW7HNI589aI/AAAAAAAAABY/wPYs87jhtqQ/s1600-h/cool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SW7HNI589aI/AAAAAAAAABY/wPYs87jhtqQ/s320/cool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291385640749692322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tty much gonna be inspired by photos that I find well....inspiring. To the right is an example of a cool photo I found and photoshopped. Notice the kinda-sorta creepy guy walking on the sidewalk that isn't there. Cool, right? I don't even know what my story should be about. Love. Humor. Grief. Drama. Probably a little bit of everything. Should it be realistic? Of course. I think I'm going to draw inspiration for characters from my friends, but I'm not going to have myself be the main character. Oh no no no! I want to live life through somebody else's eyes for a few hundred pages. I'll get back to this subject over the five day weekend I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude. I need to start cleaning my room for tomorrow. We're definitely going to Rock Band it out! I'm going to try to get a bass tomorrow so I can have four people playing at once! How awesome would that be? Too awesome for characters on some random kids blog to describe! That beats the scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to start a special type of weekly-blog post. You know. Like have a weekly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Who's a ho?'&lt;/span&gt; update every Sunday. Or have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'I hate Mondays'&lt;/span&gt; post every Monday and try to cheer myself up with something funny or interesting. Hahs. Would that not be great? It would. So I think I'm going to start the weekly-blog tradition off soon! I just need to think a bit about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/13729090_04_b?$prodmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 207px;" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/13729090_04_b?$prodmain$" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I'm leaving you guys. With this cardigan. That I want. How beautiful. Right? Shoot. I think I have to fill this space up now. Not that I don't want to. But I should be reading my math notes. Ohh. Music! I need to just say. If you haven't heard The Killer's new album, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day &amp;amp; Age, &lt;/span&gt;you need to drop everything and download these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Losing Touch&lt;/span&gt; - Very soft and thoughtful. A song that makes you proud to be an individual.  Jog to it and become inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Dustland Fairytale&lt;/span&gt; - Exactly what it sounds like. A fairytale that will have you going through an arrange of emotions in a powerful piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joy Ride &lt;/span&gt;- My personal favorite. A funky afro-beat mix of smooth vocals with an arrangement of instruments that clash against each other. Extra points for the trumpets in there (which remind me of Cirque Du Soleil).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should write about my tunes more often, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Nicky B's out. I gotta go watch Real World.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-7368544597395849274?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7368544597395849274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=7368544597395849274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7368544597395849274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7368544597395849274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/shiieet.html' title='shiieet.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SW7HNI589aI/AAAAAAAAABY/wPYs87jhtqQ/s72-c/cool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-4333657299032952100</id><published>2009-01-13T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T19:07:54.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>uglies.</title><content type='html'>Today was not my day. I don't know what made the fog clear up. But something about today made me realize that I'm kidding myself. I just think of all the comments said, and seriously, I take offense to them now. I guess it's because I realize that, well, I don't have to get along with everybody. Don't get me wrong, I get along with 98% of people. But that 2%. The few unlucky ones that haven't really found my good side, they're people that I don't really want to know. I'm a person that can tell whether I'm going to get along with a person in minutes. And it's not like after a few minutes I just walk away and say, 'Sorry, no I'm not going to be your friend.' Because I try to meet new people. I like people. I enjoy company. I want to make friends. But one gets sick of trying. I really don't get it. It's like one second I'm great to them, and then the next week I'm old news, only to be recycled and turned new, yet again. Whatthehell. I seriously do not get it. And then the comment. I really found that offending. Because. And then there is the jerk. I don't want to get to much into that either. But this is my point of not caring anymore. Because I don't. I seriously just think that we can't be good friends. Period. I don't deal with that on-and-off shit. Am I really mean? Or is this human of me? Because I'm sick of the fake shit and bitch attitude. Grow the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a high-note. I think I should start writing more. People are probably not going to read this, so I'm just going to ramble to put my thoughts somewhere. WOOH!. Everybody loves a good ramble. I needa change this out-dated layout. Because that is much needed. AHHH! So let's start this novel. Soon. After finals definitely. I'll be brainstorming alot. On the not-so-bright subject of finals, I hate them. SHIT. I HAVE A FUCKING 89.5% IN PHOTOGRAPHY. A FILM SCHOOL IS NOT GOING TO WANT A B-AVERAGE FUCKING STUDENT. Sorry. Just needed to get that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am feeling annoyed with the world right now. I don't want to deal with shit. I don't want to face shit. What I need is a breath of fresh air. Not all this old stuffy nastyness. Just something new. I don't know when a window will open to let me breathe. But when it does. I'm out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-4333657299032952100?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4333657299032952100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=4333657299032952100&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/4333657299032952100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/4333657299032952100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2009/01/uglies.html' title='uglies.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-7138599305917792311</id><published>2008-10-25T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:56:09.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16, 16, 16 minutes left...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yo! It's been forever ya'll, I apologize. I've hadda lotta shit going on, but I'm going to make it up to myself by posting a whole buncha stuff! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yay. Today was pretty amazing. I saw that new movie, I'm not sure if you've heard about it, HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL 3. Lol. Okay so maybe I'm 5 at heart, but who gives a fuck? It was GOOD okay? I have one of their songs stuck in my head as I'm typing this. Haha. This week at school I heard a girl speaking about the cast, saying something along the lines of, 'I hope the cast of High School Musical gets caught in a van with vodka.' For real, I agree with her. But you can't help it and end up wishing, just a bit, that they're a cast of perfect people that are always happy. Interesting movie. Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;After that I saw SAW V. Definitely creepy, but not as creepy as I expected it to be. They turned down the gore. Not always a bad thing; neither always a good thing either. But yeah, in this case, it wasn't a good thing. I didn't find the 'main' story all that interesting or intricate because the characters weren't introduced well enough for you to actually care for them. The side plot had all the action. Shit is crazy. Ahhh! Well, it was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Random thought: Do you remember that show on MTV, Cheyenne? It was like this 'reality' show about some girl that moves from Houston to L.A. and becomes famous. I like that show. I like her music. Sorry, I just put my 916 songs on shuffle, seeing what memories pop up while hearing random music. :] Summer of 2006. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Why are Diesel jeans so beautiful? They&lt;a href="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14677942_91_b?$detailmain$"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 444px" alt="" src="http://images.urbanoutfitters.com/is/image/UrbanOutfitters/14677942_91_b?$detailmain$" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cost hella much though But I'm seriously tempted to just go crazy and buy a pair. Not really. But kinda. :[ Ahh. I'll stick to the Levi's and BDGs. Haha. This blog is too random! I love it though. I just poor all of my thought vomit onto this page. It's super! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think my i-Pod sorta hates me. I just had to skip through about 17 horrible songs :[ Ahh. The music I listened to in 6th grade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So! I'm supposed to get a new i-pod soon! Either a purple nano or touch. I'm happy either wayyy. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;School is hard. Sophomore year is fun. But the work isn't working for me...that's gotta go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Math&lt;/strong&gt; is impossible. I don't get this perabala shit and how to 'complete the square' or derive the quadratic formula. Ugh. I'm missing homework too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Japanese &lt;/strong&gt;is something I suck at. I can't read that crazy-ness. Ew. Shit. Fuck. Ahh! Haha. I really should have taken Spanish, my native language.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.E. &lt;/strong&gt;I got a for real teacher! He gives us homework and tests and shit. Ooops. I left my handball worksheet in the locker room --&gt; We've got a test on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;English &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah. I didn't finish my in-class essay so I'm screwed in this class! Shoot. I had an A- too. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry. &lt;/strong&gt;I have a 'big test' on Monday :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photography. &lt;/strong&gt;Enjoyable. This definately gets me more interested in cinematography. :] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So yeah. I'm stressed. Anxious. Tired. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HALLOWEEN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.costumecraze.com/images/vendors/disguise/10529-main.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://img.costumecraze.com/images/vendors/disguise/10529-main.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm being the big-&lt;strong&gt;BAD&lt;/strong&gt;-wolf. :] Is that not amazing? I'm having Ms. K be Little Red! Yay! I love Halloween; definitely one of the holidays on top of my list. You just gotta love those movie-marathons, that sweeter-than-normal candy, and all those Spirit stores; even if they have annoying workers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rawrrr. I'm boutta go --&gt; I have Japanese homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;-Nicky B.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4A1Q0j3qiik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4A1Q0j3qiik&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-7138599305917792311?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7138599305917792311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=7138599305917792311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7138599305917792311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7138599305917792311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/10/16-16-16-minutes-left.html' title='16, 16, 16 minutes left...'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-7280740158102491534</id><published>2008-09-23T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T17:41:20.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, I'm sick.</title><content type='html'>Shoot. Everybody is sick. Including me :[&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home today and watched Donnie Darko...it's message didn't make much sense to me, I'm confused about what the director wanted me to interpuret. I slept. Ate soup. Had nasty Tylenol AM. Ehh. I cringe thinking about the way that tasted...pretty nasty shit right there. I really don't know where my day went. It's already five in the afternoon, what the hell did I do all that time? At least I missed a long chem class. The thought of making tea makes me happy right now. Hmm. Ohhh. The House of 1000 Corpses is a kick-ass movie. Hella getting me into that oh-so-sweet Halloween spirit. I don't know why, but being scared is something I enjoy. I mean I love those haunted houses and amazing scary movie marathons...I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should write in this more often...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries. I will be at school tomorrow and suffer with all of you. I have a quiz first period, a test, and hella homework. :[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Oh no! The sun is going down! I'm losing my source of endorphins. Not that I don't like the night, but when you're sick you need that source of heat. Ya know, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write tomorrow ya'll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicky B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-7280740158102491534?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7280740158102491534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=7280740158102491534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7280740158102491534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/7280740158102491534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-im-sick.html' title='So, I&apos;m sick.'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1875628293973300269.post-614216709511617737</id><published>2008-09-13T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:38:32.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of Something New...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;! A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Blogspot&lt;/span&gt;. I think this will be good for me, ya know? Writing is an amazing way to get your thoughts out :] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Weeh&lt;/span&gt;. Man this weekend is not going so well. I mean, what happened to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Stolli&lt;/span&gt; Blackberry I was supposed to have with friends? And that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PaperPlanes&lt;/span&gt; dance; how was that? I didn't go, nobody went + there's always homecoming. :[[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday was actually a pretty good day for me. I find school more enjoyable than last year; my schedule has classes with cool teachers and people alike. After school I went to get some wanna-be-Asian Olive Garden plus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt; ice cream sandwiches with Ms. Kristen. Pretty yummy. After that I took the bus to my doctor. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ehhh&lt;/span&gt;. I hate doctors. Well actually, I don't hate doctors, but I hate the millions of reasons that end up making you go to the doctor. Luckily it was only a follow-up. Nothing much. Then I went to Quickly with Kirsten, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Mayton&lt;/span&gt;, and Ms. M. I swear, they put something in your drinks. I mean seriously, when I think back on the things we said...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;. Wow. I'm not going to get into that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been slow. I'm pretty bored. My dad is visiting for a while. I might go out to dinner. Debating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; I should or shouldn't. I don't know, I relationship can be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; at times. Maybe it's because he spends such a long time away from home and then comes back in 2 seconds like everything is fine; when it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three tests on Monday which is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; not cool. Stress is something I do not need. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;. I have to buy Spirit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Committee&lt;/span&gt; supplies too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Shitt&lt;/span&gt;. Well. I'll get them. Because I have spirit! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy-Bitch Ass-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; Moment of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="208" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XY9AQHDJq_A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XY9AQHDJq_A&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="208"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ignorant is that? Polar bears are reproducing at a higher rate than humans are? I highly doubt it. And what harm is there in putting a species on an endangered species list? I mean is there really any negative to it? Discuss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1875628293973300269-614216709511617737?l=nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/614216709511617737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1875628293973300269&amp;postID=614216709511617737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/614216709511617737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1875628293973300269/posts/default/614216709511617737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickybscrazythoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/start-of-something-new.html' title='The Start of Something New...'/><author><name>NickyB</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11302638377913340656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fRfvSUrMMbM/SYadDdNx-LI/AAAAAAAAADg/-8fq4NpigWE/S220/ugh.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
