Just Nina Nova

What I've done for love

2010-01-21T09:44:00.000-08:00

Just got off work a couple hours ago and now I'm sitting at a seedy internet cafe downtown Ottawa listening to Alanis on my iPod thinking," Why is this song my fucking life?" (Alanis also hails from Ottawa)

I'm broke but I'm happy
I'm poor but I'm kind
I'm short but I'm healthy, yeah
I'm high but I'm grounded
I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed
I'm lost but I'm hopeful baby

What it all comes down to Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine

I've got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is giving a high five
I feel drunk but I'm sober
I'm young and I'm underpaid
I'm tired but I'm working, yeah

All of the above is sadly true, except the drunk part. If I was feeling drunk, this would be the last place you would find me. I'm pretty sure the Swine Flu did not start in Mexico, it was actually at this joint. I remember coming here on my breaks when I worked at the "Bling" Store (by bling I mean chains that spun and ice that would probably give you an ear infection). There were always cockroaches on the walls.Wow, and as we speak the couple sitting in front of me blasts a Drake song and a homeless man walks in the door. Did I mention the back is a rent a room Karaoke where people do coke? And me? Sitting here with a starbucks, listening to Dragonette on my iPod touch, rerferencing my "Keep calm have a cupcake" journal as I readjust my mother's gold rolex thinking of what I could possibly talk about after not blogging for so long. I did have a laptop, but my cousin broke by laptop beyond repair and then gave 120 $. Thanks?

This is my reality at the moment.

Well, my computer time is runnning out but I'm sure you're getting the general idea.

Mood: Tired.

BUI

2009-12-17T21:20:00.001-08:00

Blogging Under The Influence

I'm high as a motherfucker right now, now, now.
Thinking of really weird things right now.
Chillin' in the living room . Thnking that my cousin (3 years old is posessed by the Omen Kid) So the Devil basically.
I am icecream cke
dating servivee

The Laughing Heart

2009-12-15T11:06:00.000-08:00

your life is your life

don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

— by Charles Bukowski

Current...

Mood:Groggy

Song:Golden Path by Flaming Lips and Chemical Brothers

Cha-Cha-Cha

2009-12-14T21:16:00.000-08:00

Hello All!

All 7 of my followers. haha. I know its been a while. So What's been up with me...

-Ive temporarily cut *Matt out of my life.
-Went back to working at the coffee shop.
-Clubbing as usual
-Wii (Cook or be cooked)
-Polyvore
-Watching movies (Watched Interview with a Vampire and Belly last night)

So at the moment watching,“Take the Lead” with my cousins. We tried to play Cranium, but it was an epic fail. I turned 21 this past month, and I went through hell and back all through my 20th year. Which has lead me back to the people who truly love me. I needed to be around them again to keep me grounded and remember what's real.

The Beatles once sang,"All you need is love". Well I love and I am loved. Now it is time for me to do what I love. Once upon a time I was a competitive dancer. I stopped at the age of 16 because I thought my social life was more important, but my passion for dancing has never died. I love clubbing-so I can dance!

It's almost that time again. New Year's resolution time. Where people kick their bad habits. I will stop smoking this year. I will lose 20 pounds this year. Most are a major fail. Why doesn't anyone make a resolution to do something that they love. I love to dance and Im pretty good at it...not gonna lie. So here it is: My goal is to enter an amateur dance competition by 2011. See you on the dance floor yall.

*I am currently under the influence of alcohol and weed. Last week when I was high with Neyo and Shaniqua, we almost killed and deep fried the goldfish and thought about opening an underground Weed Bakery.

Current..
Mood:Mellow Inspired
Song:Runaway Girl by Drake
Location:Shaniquas (Ottawa)

La vie a la boheme

2009-11-25T02:10:00.000-08:00

Currently house-hoppin' in Ottawa.
Avoiding parents, negative people, bill collectors and responsibilities.
Dying to blog about things that can't be leaked on to the eyes of strangers on the web.
Obsessing over polyvore.
Listening to an ode to my former destructive life with *Matt : Lesson Learned by Alicia Keys and John Mayer.
Trying to let anger fade and forgiveness take over.
Missing the only person I feel like talking to from Montreal : *Grace.
Wanting to be in my boyfriend's bed.
Waiting for the art museum to open.
Thinking about walking to the mall for Starbucks and a bagel.
Anticipating a weekend in Montreal with the girls for my 21st.
Amazed at how fast the years went by.

Life is a Gift:Part 1

2009-11-13T00:50:00.000-08:00

Wait, for now.

Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours.
Haven't they carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
Their memories are what give them the need for other hands.

And the desolation of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness.
Carved out of such tiny beings as we are asks to be filled
The need for the new love is faithfulness to the old.
Wait.
Don't go too early.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

You inspire me to be a stronger person. You've taught me to be a better person without even trying. I am so proud of what you've achieved and what you've overcame. Nothing will ever come between us. Don't give up. You and I threw out our bibles years ago, but how can I not have faith in God when after last week you still stand beside me?

Current...

Mood: Grateful
Song:Meet me halfway-Black Eyed Peas

The September Issue

2009-11-09T15:23:00.000-08:00

The skinniest and most powerful woman in America : Anna Wintour.
I watched The September Issue last night. It follows Anna, Grace Coddington (creative director) and the Vogue Elite throughout the making of their September 2007 issue.

Anna is just as famous for her icy persona than her impeccable style. Some of her colleagues have even donned her Nuclear Wintour. After watching this documentary I say,"Let the haters hate Miss Wintour." She definitely isn't warm and friendly, but the woman is the best at what she does. Anna basically runs the fashion industry...what do you expect?

I absolutely loved,"The September Issue". If you love fashion, you will love this film. And I mean real fashion lovers, not you little shitheads who like spending time at the fucking mall. By the way, you can find this flim online ;)

Current...
Mood:Content
Song:Number 1 by R.Kelly and Keri Hilson

Miss Mary Jane

2009-11-09T15:17:00.000-08:00

Even Kirsten Dunst smokes that la la la.

Your Man is Cheating on You!

2009-11-09T00:22:00.001-08:00

Lately I've been trying to break out of my vampire-like sleeping pattern. What a fail. I tried to fall asleep at 3 am (I usually sleep at around 7-8 am) but I hadn't heard from *C all day. Ok, I know that sounds pathetic. But the man has called me before he goes to bed ever since August. Never missed a night, unless we were sleeping in the same bed of course. It's Saturday night so I'm thinking maybe he went to the club. But he never clubs without informing me first. (For the record, I'm not a psycho girlfriend... he does this without me asking.I actually encourage him to go out.I got people all over the city anyway.) Throughout the night I called him twice and messaged him once on msn .No reply. I'm actually getting worried something has happened to him at this point.

I walk into the kitchen. A certain book on the shelf catches my eye. It's called, "The Ultimate Sex Test" by Smith and Doe. We bought it from Value Village as a joke for a friend last year. I decide to flip through it to take my mind of the situation. Bad idea. The first thing I read is:

Our shocking research for WHAT MEN DON'T WANT WOMEN TO KNOW proved that fully 96.4 % of all men either have cheated, are currently cheating, or believe they will cheat in the future. This is a fact of life. If you don't believe it, ask Sally Jesse Raphael.

I'm like okay bud...Sally Jesse Raphael? I chuckle and read on.

Although your first response will probably be to grant our figures are true for men in general, you will think, not your man. Think again. Unless he is chained in the basement, hopelessly gay, or pitifully dysfunctional, it is your man!

I'm thinking. Whatever. I've known my man since High School. He's not a cheater. He respects me and women in general way too much. 96.4 % eh? Come to think about it... all of my girlfriends have had their asses cheated on by their boyfriends. Shit. *C hasn't called me. It's Saturday night. Fuck. Man, I should've gone to the Afterhours Club with *Kelly and *Matt is what I'm thinking. I decide to call him one more time. It's around 4 am. He picks up sounding awfully groggy. I try to play it cool and nonchallantly ask him where he's been all night. He says out with the boys, but his story isn't adding up and he's starting to stutter and mumble all over the fuckin' place. So I call him out on it. I ask him why is he stuttering so much. He sighs and says fine I'll tell you. Wow, here it goes. Another fuckin' woman scorned. He says... I puked all night. I can feel the embarassment in this voice. I start crackin' up so much, I must have woken up a neighbour or two. He starts laughing his ass off too and says it was on the same level as boat cruise. (He came to my prom aftergrad where I made him chug a bottle of vodka with me before we got on a boat for the rest of the night.) We talk on the phone for a little longer, just talking about our day/night and how we plan on playing matchmaker for a couple friends of ours.

I go back to reading the book before bed.

Meditation of the Day
"A man stranded on a desert island who will not have sex with a chicken is not man enough for me"

The fuck! If my man fucks a chicken then he's good enough for me? Hahahaha. This is probably the funniest book I've read. Ever. I've decided to dedicate a weekly post to it called : The UST Lesson of The Week. I'm actually serious. It's too funny to keep to myself.

Current...
Mood:Sleepy
Song:Simple kind of Life by No doubt

Msn on a Friday Night

2009-11-06T20:11:00.001-08:00

*Shaniqua says:
interesting
you know rihanna is a pisces
"its fine, i want to have a good career"
lmao
*him

She means " its fine, i want him to have a good career" quoting Rihanna on a comment she made about Chris Brown in a recent interview.

*Nina says:
lool
i love her
i used to not like her,cuz she was a market machine
*marketing

*Shaniqua says:
so after she got punched in the face, shes ok lol?
just playin

*Nina says:
shes human now
haha
so yea
and she has great stylee
and her songs are so catchy

*Shaniqua says:
shes def a boss

*Nina says:
how bout a round of applause?
whos gonna run this town tonight?
its like im checking into rehab?
so real

Current...
Mood:Content
Song:The Police and The Private by Metric

Wordle

2009-11-06T20:00:00.000-08:00

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Discovered another fun thing to do to pass the time... It's a website where you make word collages. Above is a NinaNovaBlog collage.I lovesss :) So super easy. Make one yourself at www.wordle.net

Corny

2009-11-04T21:26:00.000-08:00

Dedicated to *C:

People ask if I'm in love with you.
Because I'm sitting here with your picture and smiling to myself.
I'm kinda lost in my own thoughts of you.
My heart speaks before my mind thinks through and I blush as I say yes.

Your lips, your eyes, your smile, your kiss...
I must admit it's a part of me.
You please me, completely, believe me.
Like a melody.
Your soul, your flow, your youth, your truth is simply proof.
We were meant to be.
But the best quality that's hookin' me.
Is that you're loving me for me

People ask why I'm in love with you.
Well, let me start by saying.
You got my heart by just being who you are.
And what we got is between me and you.
Unconditionally you're there for me
Undeniably you inspire me, spiritually, oh so sweet.
This is meaningful, it's incredible, pleasurable, unforgettable.
The way I feel, so surreal

Its so amazing how something so sweet.
Has come and rearranged my life.
I've been kissed by destiny.
Oh, heaven came and saved me.
An angel was placed at my feet.
This isn't ordinary, he's loving me for me.

*Stripped of all make up, no need for fancy clothes.
No cover ups, push ups.
With him, I dont have to put on a show.
He loves every freckle, every curve, every inch of my skin.
Fulfilling me entirely, taking all of me in.
He's real, he's honesty, and he's loving me for me.

I woke up this morning and *C was gone to do work. As I anxiously waited his return, I watched the Hills. He came back with a smile on his face and said, "I love you. I'm sorry if you went to sleep mad last night." After last night, and seeing me for dayss with the same outfit and no makeup this guy still loves me? This must be the real deal.

Current...
Mood:Loved
Song:L'amour by Carla Bruni
City:Montreal

This is Shit

2009-11-04T20:43:00.000-08:00

Last night I watched,"This is it", with *C. Loved it. I was bobbin' my head and tappin' my toes throughout the whole thing. *Lourdes and *Carlo were also there watching Paranormal Activity, so I finally got my things! Yayy for me. Sex/Food/Movies/More sex=Good fuckin' Day. Then I got back to *C's and checked my inbox. Got this lovely message:

1. You are a jerk, I had to go to the hospital alone and you said you would come with me. It was an extremely unpleasant experience.
2. Your mother is calling me, *Matt and *Kelly NON stop and we are sick and tired of lying for you.

We are not going to do it anymore.Your mother is almost crying on the phone, she actually showed up in Montreal and all she wants to do is give you money and she bought you groceries. You are being a shitty friend. You are 20 years old and you are acting like a child. You should probably talk to your roommate, she is not amused.

*Elle

To her I replied:

I'm sorry that my mother was hounding you guys. I'm even more sorry that I didn't go to your appointment, I couldn't get back to the city until today.

And as for the rest, I'm an amazing friend to those who appreciate and deserve it. I don't approve of your name-calling via Facebook . If you think I have a problem or have a problem with me, you should talk to me about it in a productive manner. To me, that's what good friends do. For the record, telling me I should talk to my roomate... That's a pretty snarky remark *Elle. I'm obviously going to talk to her. We live together? Whatever she's upset with, she and I can talk about it. It doesn't really concern you.

On a lighter note, I finally got my hair cut the other day. :)

Peace & Love

*Nina

Ugh. And that's all I have to say about that really.

I'm famous for my honesty. It really comes and bites me in the ass sometimes though. So, the night wears on... *C and I start talking about past sexual experiences/partners. Which was actually quite fun until... He tells me how he slept with my friend *Rina I tell him that I slept with his old buddy *Michael during the Christmas holidays last year. Not a good idea. After what seemed like an eternity of silence, he says," I'm gonna fuck *Sarah (Michael's on-again off- again gf) or Michael's gonna get what's coming to him." How am I supposed to answer to that? I tell him neither. I love you. Please don't do this. I was a slut. My bad. We go to bed.

Current...
Mood:Neutral
Somg:Houston by Dean Martin

Fartsy

2009-11-03T16:39:00.001-08:00

Went to go get my hair did at the salon aujourd'hui. While waiting for *C, I was reading Elle October '09, where they featured Cedric Rivrain. Monsieur Rivrain does the most amzing fashion illustrations. Above is the lovely Kate Moss in Alexander McQueen. You can check his shit out at CedricRivrain.com !

p.s. Still no clothes. yup. Apparently it's in a crackhead's car who may be out of town.Sadly,this is not an exageration...

Current..

Mood:Anxious

Song:Scared of Lonely by Beyonce

Nasty Girl

2009-11-02T12:39:00.000-08:00

**Update

Lourdes replies via text yesterday:

Blame it on the a-a-a-alcohol.

Everything is all good in Nina land except the fact I am still in my Boyfriend's clothes. Going on day two. Ain't karma a bitch?

Current...
Mood: Neutral
Song:Sound of cars on the highway

Drama

2009-11-01T06:30:00.000-08:00

The Hills ain't got nothing on me. I woke up this morning with a major headache. Blue Marks all over my body. A guilty conscience. And the only piece of clothing with me right now that is not wet is my thong. Holy hairy balls. Let me take you through my night.

The day started off pretty harmless. I went to the costume shop with *Lourdes and a couple of other people. By the time we had finished it was almost 9 pm and time for transformation! I went from frumpy and fugly to Pussy Cat Doll in the matter of 2 hours. We ended up leaving the house at 11ish and didn't have time to drink, so we drank in the car and on the way to the club. When we got there the line up almost went around the fucking block! Luckily, a couple of our friends had VIP there. But unluckily for me, the bouncer was hating on me because he saw me drinking in the line. As he turned his head, I booked it past him. I felt like McLovin."I'm innn". Off to the entrance fee where once again I ran past another bouncer with *Lourdes.We were in the Party-hoe Olympics.

Once I was in, I did the rounds. Said hi to some Jabawockeez, Prisoners, Cops and I was off to find the rest of my PCD girls. As I'm walking towards the booth I see that my ex-bff/roomie *Tina is with the ladies. Guhhhh. (Our friendship ended on the note that she was leaving the city and thought I was an alcoholic ) I decided to squash this unecessary beef between us! I told her that I was in fact sober at the moment, was not an "alcoholic" anymore and that I missed her. It was a very Heidi/Lauren at the club moment. Only she didn't yell "You know what you did!" repeatedly. She just gave me a very unimpressed look and said Okayyyy. Ugh. Now I remember why we stopped being friends. She's such a bitch! A quality I once loved about her, until the bitchiness was directed towards me. After that uncomfortable conversation, you knowww I was hittin' up the bar.

A few double gin and tonics with jaggerbombs later...I was feeling good! Dancing it up with my people and yelling profanities is what I do best. This is the part where shit gets bananas. *Lourdes comes up and pours a jug of juice all over me. This goes back in forth between us a few times. Until she throws it in my face and my lash glue starts to burn the eyes. I push her to the ground and pour drinks all over her. Everyone around us, including bouncers, watch in what I'm thinking was amusement. She storms off and I proceed to drink and dance with *C, *Jiji and *Tia. After another fight breaks out the lights turn on and it was time to leave. As I look to the street I see *Lourdes crying and being comforted by *Dina and *Diane. Ugh. I feel so bad. I made my bestfriend cry! Who does that? Everyone decides to meet back at the hood.

*Lourdes and her boyfriend * Carlo never showed up. They have all my things. Clothes. Makeup. Toothbrush! Shit... Anyways, I wake up this morning at 9 after 2 hours of sleep and remembered what happened. I sent Lourdes the following text:

Hey.
I'm really sorry about last night.
Sooo unecessary.
Bff?
Harammm *lourdes!

Now I can't sleep and am wondering how long I can last with only a thong and my Boyfriend's shirt on. I hate this saying, but... FUCK MY LIFE!

Current...
Mood:Guilt
Song:*C's snoring symphony

Happy Anniversary

2009-10-31T02:26:00.000-07:00

It was my first Halloween in the city, so you can imagine how stoked I was for that night. I was dressed as a sexy magician and my girl *Grace was dressed as a "Ghetto girl from Brooklyn". She's the farthest thing from hood. We drunkenly stormed from bar to bar in search of the perfect party spot. One of the bars was actually ghetto - everyone was black except us. Let me just say her costume did not fly. But you knowww we jumped on that stage regardless. Just picture the Cameron Diaz soul train dance from Charlie's Angels but with Lucy Liu included in the mix. Anyway, we decided to ditch that place and wander. We came across a few guys hanging out on some steps who asked us to come to the party inside. I started talking to one of the boys, *Dave, and he was totally my flavor of le moment.Tall, witty, with a hint of scruff. We decided to go in. Problem was it wasn't their party. It was some girl's party, and we all know how that shit usually goes down. So Grace & I decided to go do what we do best together-Karaoke!

Karaoke is a blur in my mind. I just remember a 4 L Beer and me dying to sing " Man I feel like a woman". Next thing I knew it was closing time and off to his buddy's place where we all engaged in what I'm sure was some intelligent conversation. Everyone started to pass out except *Dave and I. We proceeded to the kitchen and started to write flirty messages with the fridge magnets. And then shit went down. I guess that's the way to get a girl to go home with you-shitty party,beer, and magnets? He was my first random hookup as a Montrealer. We passed out shortly afterward, and then it was off to one of many walk of shames to come. I came home to the most amazing thing. My mother, father, sister, uncle and cousin in my living room. The sight of this made me vomit...actually. It was their first visit to see me since I had moved away. Let's just say it's a hangover I'll never forget.

That was the last time I saw him...until today. Exactly 2 years today. We had exchanged text messages here and there. Then he added me on Facebook, where I realized his status was definitely not single. He was cut from that point on. I was standing behind him in line for the bus to Ottawa. At first I didn't notice it was him. I glanced up from my book to look at my reflection, when I saw his profile in the glass window. All I could think was.Oh.My.Fuck. I pretended to not see him. But he turned, looked at me and said, "I know you." I gave him one of my half smiles and said hi. It was awkward small talk from then on.

The bus started to board. All I could think was..Fuck. Do I sit with him or not? Sitting beside a one night stand you haven't seen in 2 years for 2 hours...Hmm. My mind is thinking fuck that shit. Then oh, look what my body did. Sat right beside the guy. My body tries to convince my mind that this could be a good thing. He was a social psychology major right? Some enticing conversation may spring up from this. Then I probably did THE most awkward thing ever done on a greyhound. I said there wasn't enough space, moved to the seat in front of him and said that if he really wanted to talk I could just turn around. As we pulled into Ottawa he pokes his head beside mine and says it was the worst anniversary he had ever had. We made a few jokes. He helped me with my bags and then it was the classic farewell Montreal *kiss-kiss.

Current...
Mood:Uneasy/Amused
Song:Papers-Usher

**Sidenote
To my current boyfriend:If you somehow find this and read it. I love you. I know...I was a bit of a hoebag. But my skanky days are over and me and my vajayjay only think of you :).

It's 4:20 am.Let's Reflect.

2009-10-30T01:11:00.000-07:00

Is it weird that I don't know what my next-door neighour looks like. These walls are paper thin. I can hear them having sex. I can hear what kind of music they listen to. What time they wake up. When they get home. And vice versa. I think they're drunk right now. It's past 4 am and they just got home. Okay,I feel like a stalker. Back to what was on my mind...

*Flashback

June 17th 2009

He asked if she was okay.
She nodded her head reluctantly.

He said that he was sorry for how life kept kicking her ass.
She said that nothing was real unless you let it be.

So they ventured off into the nights.
But one day he woke up and realized she was gone.
She looked back and realized he was lost.

Last year I fell in love with my gay bestfriend. That was a passage I wrote in my journal. This was when I realized what a poisonous situation I was in. I know what you're thinking ...crazy woman. Trust me. I felt like a crazy person. And everyone around me was telling me how crazy we were being. But I really didn't give a fuck. It was making me happy at the time.

I really didn't see it coming. I had just moved back to the city and was ready to hit the scene with a vengeance. *Matthew had always been down to party with me in the past, but since the Block (our old party crew) had died ... it was just him and I. This was when we became close. This was when our co-dependant relationship (what he likes to call it) began I suppose.

In the beginning it was the shit. We would get absolutely hammered and party with randoms. Sometimes take them home with us. We just pushed eachother to the limit. One time I was in the middle of a class and the next thing I knew we were on our way to the Bronx in NYC. It was a beautiful disaster.

It came to the point where we both couldn't sleep without being beside eachother. Telling everyone we were engaged. Including his family. When in reality we were both so broke from drinking we could barely afford cigarettes, let alone an engagement ring. People were a little horrified. But I kind of liked that. Shocking people. It was all good though. We were partners in crime.

I had been with other guys before * Matthew. Straight guys. But I never trusted any of them enough to share my emotional side. With him, he always knew how to make me feel comfortable and loved. I trusted him. Then things started to turn bad.

Matt and I both hooked up with other people, which didn't bother me since they were only physical not emotional connections. I was totally lying to myself. For me they weren't emotional...but for him they were. His feelings toward me started to fade and he started being mean and disrespectful towards me. And I'm really ashamed to admit that I put up with it for months. My life became trying to make him happy and get the good times back. Wackest time of my life.

I went to my hometown to clear my head. I stayed there for about 2 weeks just spending time with friends and family. I was at the beach with my girl *Lourdes bitching about *Matt. I knew I needed to get even farther from him and partying. I left that night to Toronto. I showed up at my cousin *Janine's apartment at 5 in the morning with a summer's worth of clothes.I stayed there for a month. I like to refer to that part of the summer as rehab. While I was in Toronto I got away from the party scene and was getting over Matt, although we did talk on the phone regularly.

I decided to spend the remainder of the summer in my hometown. I began to start hanging alot with an old friend named *C. At first we would only go out on the party scene with friends. Then we started hanging out solo. I found myself always making sure I looked like a 10 everytime I stepped out the house, just in case I was gonna hang with him sometime that night.Which was usually the case. Eventually we started dating. We haven't been together too long (around 2 months) but no one's ever treated me like he does. I find myself telling him I love him already! I can't help it though. He makes me laugh and treats me with respect. And also...hmm. how shall I put this.He has as much "stamina" as I do. For the record, * Matt and I still share an incredible friendship. He taught me so much about myself. Now let's see where this new love will take me!

Current...
mood:neutral
song:Best I Ever Had-Drake

Nocturnal creatures aren't so prudent.The moon's my teacher and I'm her student.

2009-10-29T17:28:00.000-07:00

I am a vampire. Well, I don't drink blood and I love garlic. But I am a creature of the night. My sleep pattern usually ranges 7 am-5 pm. In my attempt to become a normal functioning member of society, I tried to pull an all-nighter (or maybe more appropriately all-dayer?) so I could hopefully sleep at night like the rest of the world. I failed miserably. Fell asleep at about 1 pm and passed out until 5ish. Laundry is spilling out of my closet and the bills have yet to be paid. My nails, upperlip and eyebrows are looking herendous. If anyone actually ends up reading this blog: take everything that I do, do the opposite, and you will probably be one of the most productive people ever. It's almost 9pm. Haven't eaten yet. But there is no way I am going out in the street like this. So I guess canned soup with a side of a joint will be on the menu tonight. I'll probably just be web-surfing/pondering life.So don't be surprised if a flood of entries is spilled out on this blog tonight.

Current....
Mood: Fugly
Song:I Look Good-Chalie Boy (How ironic)

Warning: Addictive

2009-10-29T16:57:00.001-07:00

Before the first day of school,I would always sketch out my first week outfits. Every detail was paid much attention to, from hair to shoes. I discovered a website where they take this idea to a whole new level. There is a free and easy application where you can make collages from any image off the web. You can create your own collages or browse other people's creations.Check it out.Some of the collages are fuckin' bananas. http://www.polyvore.com/

Dope

2009-10-29T06:12:00.000-07:00

During my search for a header image, I came across an amazing artist named David Choe. He does art in a variety mediums: painting,murals,photography etc.Check him out at http://www.davidchoe.com/art.html .

If my life is mine what shouldn't I do.

2009-10-29T05:44:00.000-07:00

I have so many things that I want to do in my life.During the past 3 years I've done some serious damage on the party scene. I don't regret any of it. It was so much fun! But now I feel like it's time to exlpore other facets life has to offer. I've been working on cutting down my drinking since the summer, which has been succesful. My lovely friends and boyfriend have definitely helped me out in my sobriety.I went from drinking almost everyday to once or twice a week. Now with alcohol out of the way, I have time to focus my time on more productive things. The question is what kind of productive things...

La Verdad

2009-10-29T00:33:00.000-07:00

La verdad. This is the truth. Nina Nova is not my real name. I've had 6 identities that I've created during my 20 years in this life. Maybe this will be the birth of a new one. I'm planning on being very candid with my experiences and my thoughts in this blog,so I opted on keeping my 6 more popular identities on the low...well for the meantime at least.This isn't my first blog,but I never really stuck one out for more than a couple months.Let's recap:

-Diary of a Mad Brown Woman
actually feel like blushing out of embarassment,but can't actually because of brown skin

-2fips+1
done with *Tina (ex-roomie/bff) and *Janine(cousin) around senior year.we would basically talk parties/clubbing/inside jokes.we thought that it would help us keep close no matter what city we would end up in.maybe we should have kept writing.

-Le505
my favorite one by far.done with my current roomate (Kelly).we talked fashion/celebs/music/books/parties/upcoming events & event reviews from the 514 to 416/inside jokes

I'm sure there's more,but I just can't think of it right now.It's been years since high school .I don't have any material things to show for this time, but I do have my experiences and my mind.I keep a diary but I feel like I want to share my life ,or maybe I'm just an attention seeker.
In the meantime, this blog is secretive from the people in my life.But we will see where it leads to.It's still a work in process,as am I.