i'll update soon.

um.. so i have alot to say. but not alot of time soooo i'll sum it up and write a fatty blog later.

1. i love college. 4564782x better than highschool
2. describing yourself in college as 'lazy' is not smart when your college professor hardly knows english and didnt understand that i really meant 'sleepy' so i was sure to say that quickly after my idiotic mistake. (she move from chiner two week ago. not no english and she professor.)
3. frozen dollar dinners at wallyworld make the world go round.
4. walking to campus in the dead heat gives you the sweats
5. zout is my new best friend considering i spill on myself at least everyday. (thanks ma.)

ps.. im bringing home all my laundry this weekend. all of it...thanks.

Valerie & John's Wedding

sooo one of my bffs, valerie, got married this weekend. we've known eachother since diapers..and she finally found her prince charming. when she came out of the temple, i'd never seen her happier in my whole life. honestly, i hope i'm that happy when i get hitched. me and a few of other old friends were some of her bridesmaids along with other family. the flowers and set up was beaauuttiifffuulll! and it was such a pretty day in oakland. even though they got two flat tires and their transmission gave up... she didnt let it ruin her special day :)

she got married in the Oakland California temple, and then had the reception at her home in Hollister. her dad built a dance floor and a band stand for the occasion, and went all out. it was wonderful. she was absolutely beaming the whole entire day, and had stars in her eyes for cryin out loud! of course, knowing valerie, she would have a bounce house at the wedding. which yes, i kicked out the small children out of... "okay guys, big kid time. get out." really, i said that.

they have an apricot orchard in their backyard... so of course all her brothers (all four..) went all out on the idea of having illegal fireworks. it really was amazing.. and im stealing that idea for my wedding. hooray for Mr. & Mrs. John Brodie!

Accio Warner Brothers!!! ... so i can punch you in the face.

so there i was. looking for some song on the internet while i'm wasting my life away on this wonderful computer. headlines catch my eye..

"New Harry Potter release date July 2009"

what!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! No, not November like it was supposed to come out. eight months later. eight. i'm outraged. i just barely started the whole series in february and got this harry-potter-craze runnin through my squib veins over here. Warner Brothers says they won't release it till next summer because thats when "family movie viewing rates" are at its highest.

i think its because The Dark Knight and Twilight got WB shakin in their Hogwarts robes and were scared that they wouldnt make enough galleons off the movie. you selfish, selfish company. breaking millions of muggle hearts everywhere... get ready for an uproar of kids with eyeliner-drawn lightning marks on their forheads to storm your house and secumsemptra your favorite family member. 

this. is. harry potter waarrrrrr!

motherism..

me: hang on, i'll cha cha it!
mom: how about cha cha your brain.

devastation: the found santa clause letter.

so there i was, looking in my dads drawer for some stamps to send a letter to my good friend zachary, who is on a mission. all of a sudden, i see my name and messy old address from california scribbled on an envelope...

i picked it up.. and it was addressed to 'santa clause north pole'... and i had drawn on a stamp of scribbles in pen. on the back in very large letters, it said, 'TORTISE'. i could only imagine what the contents of the letter held..devastation, for one.. and embarassment for the other.


Dear Santa,
I've been verry good. I would love a tortise. please? a small nerd ( i scribbled scribble out nerd?).. phone set. at radio shack. nintendo 64. a treehouse. snow, cable, soccer ball gameboy color. slippers. hairstuff. makeup? silly puddy. raidio jewlry.
love,
nicole linnae booth.

mind you, this is all in sloppy cursive, so i must have been in 3rd grade. at the top of the letter it said,

NO tortia (tortilla)
YES tortise.

as if i wanted to make sure santa wouldnt bring me a piece of flat mexican bread. all over the back of the letter said tortise tortise tortise. i knew id never get that stuff.. but hey. i would always dream big. and no, i didnt get a turtle tortise whatever. instead i got little plastic figures and i named one chloe and derrick or something.
sweet, sweet memories.

this is a random picture of someone i dont know, but look at the fear in his eyes. that thing wants to eat him. but yes, i wanted this to be my cuddly pet and had my heart set on it. i was so weird.

growing up. staying immature.

ok. so im finally blogging about leaving home and growing up and moving out.

today i went to the doctors with my mom, and when he was doing the eye test on me, my mom tried to distract me from it and i started laughing nonstop for five minutes, and she did too, to the point where there were tears in my eyes. this wasnt ideal because it was the eye doctor and i think he got a little agitated with us. but alas, im going to miss the faces my mom makes in doctors offices when she gets bored.

im going to miss my dad walking in from work everyday when im always on the computer, and without fail, he asks me what i learned at school that day and how it was. and i'd always reply with 'nothing..and stupid.' im a punk, but whatever. im going to miss the look on my parents faces when i make an inappropriate joke.. or my little sister stealing my seat at the dinner table and me getting really miffed about it. i know im being over dramatic about leaving home.. i know its not leaving forever, but i hate change and dont adjust to it well.

the other night, me and my ma were up at 3 in the morning talking.. as usual since we both dont sleep, and i started bursting out crying saying, "i cant even coooook!". it was pathetic. so since we dont sleep, the past two nights shes taught me how to make an omlette. and cheese cake. and im pretty sure i can survive on that, right? im gonna be gaining my freshman 50 no doubt. not 15, 50.

i remember all through school just wanting to be done with it and ready to start my life.. all that mish-mo. i still want to, im just scared out of my mind. its not that bad. just college. but im gonna miss seeing my family everyday. my mom telling me to get out of her bed since i watch tv in it everyday. reading and having my dad come into my room and turning the light off to save electricity and getting ticked at it. my little sister sneaking into my room when she thinks im not looking to try on my clothes. my moms hilarious days peppered with random priceless quotes that make me and chelle laugh way way hard..where she then replies with.. 'do not repeat me!! ever!!' . my dogs stupid expression on his face when one of us gets home. making my dad laugh out of embarassment in church and my mom get angry because i'm being noisy. probably hitting one of my sisters. or talking in my retarded voice that always wins their hearts. :)

huzzah for growing up i guess. im gonna have to try way hard in college. but im still going to be immature and try to make ihop let me order off the kids menu by talking in a retarded voice and crossing my eyes in hopes of winning. (and im still claiming my seat at the dinner table when i come home, snitches.)

quote of the day

"im going down in the basement to sew. yippie yi yo."
-my mother

quotes from my mother..

these were too good not to put up. forgive me mom.

"its a triple trailor truck!!"

"im going to become a farmer... (thinks hard for a moment..) and hire dad to be my farm laborer."

"instead of hell and damn, im going to say... ding dong. oh ding dong!"

"sorry.. let me change my mood. (waves hands in the air and changes into a british accent..) hello daughtas!!!"