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Should I? I am slightly uncertain, but :iconbouldertalon: was suggesting that I should. I kind of want to, but then I gotta set up a bunch of stuff and draw a bunch of stuff aaaaand stuff. That is a lot of stuff. I think I might, but I may need help figuring out how to set this up. Boulder, you are me...set this up...soon... Anyways, that's just what's happening.
  • Listening to: My playlist on random
  • Reading: Shadow of the Hegemon by Orson Scott Card
  • Watching: The computer screen
  • Playing: Transformice
  • Eating: Dust motes
  • Drinking: Nothing at the moment
I have noticed that I will not post for a little bit, and then I'll just post and post and post and post until my art dominates your inbox. It's like I have the opposite of artists block sometimes (most of the time).

And that is my news report.
  • Listening to: My playlist on random
  • Reading: Children of the Mind by Orson Scott Card(FINISHED)
  • Watching: The computer screen
  • Playing: Transformice
  • Eating: Dust motes
  • Drinking: Nothing at the moment
I can't sleep. I don't want to sleep. I'm also bored. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOOO!!!!! I have to get up kind of early tomorrow for church, but I don't want to go to bed. I'm having sooooo much fun.

I shall try to sleep right... WAIT! I HAVE A LITTLE STORY TO TELL YOU!

My baby brother(he's two years old) came into my room like an hour or two or three ago and grabbed my hand and dragged me into the kitchen. I asked him what he wanted. He told me to make him a "sammich". I put peanut butter on a piece of bread and asked him if he wanted jelly. He said he wanted jelly. SO, I go over to the fridge, open it and look inside. AND... THERE'S NO JELLY. I tell him there is no jelly. He says he still wants jelly. I see jam and ask him if he wants jam on his sandwich. He starts saying "jam". I put jam on his sandwich. He takes his sandwich and goes to our older brother's room. THE END

So, there's my story. I don't think I'm going to go to bed yet. I'm still not that tired.
  • Listening to: My playlist on random
  • Reading: Children of the Mind by Orson Scott Card(FINISHED)
  • Watching: The computer screen
  • Playing: Transformice
  • Eating: Dust motes
  • Drinking: Nothing at the moment
001. Name →  S. Nicole C. (That's as much of my name as you are getting.)
002. Nickname(s) → Nicky
004. Zodiac sign → Capricorn
005. Male or female → Female
006. Elementary → East Hickman Elementary School, East Hickman Intermediate School, Pepper Ridge Elementary School
007. Middle School → Lewis and Clark Middle School, South Middle School
008. High School → Vernal Jr. High School, Some Internet School Program I Didn't Do Anything In Because I Was Too Busy Playing Around On The Internet, Delta High School (We moved a lot. This explains my lack of friends.)
010. Hair color →  Brown
011. Long or short → Is this a trick question?
012. Loud or Quiet → Quiet
013. Sweats or Jeans → Jeans
014. Phone or Camera → Camera (I wouldn't have anyone to call or text if I had a phone)
015. Health freak → No...Maybe a tiny bit, but not much.
016. Drink or Smoke? → NEVER. AND I NEVER WILL.
017. Do you have a crush on someone? → Yes...but I won't tell you.
018. Eating or Drinking → I like to eat food, but I'm just not hungry.
019. Piercings → No
020. Tattoos → Nope


023. First Mate → None. ;~;
024. First best friend → Peter. He's my brother.
025. First award → In Kindergarten I got sort of an award for being an advanced reader...
026. First crush → I don't remember...maybe my pretend boyfriend from kindergarten, a boy named Dallas. (I don't understand how my brain worked ten years ago.)
027. First pet → Errmmm...a little black kitten named Charlotte. ;~; I MISSHUUUUUU CHARLOTTE!!!
028. First big vacation → Went to Dollywood with my Girl Scout group when I was eight. It was pretty fun.
030. First big birthday → When I turned eight. It was the first time I got my own room, even if it was for only a short time. (Now I'm too scared of being alone to sleep in a room all by myself.)


049. Eating → Dust motes
050. Drinking → Nothing
052. I'm about to → Go play TFM, I guess...or I could go back to reading Xenocide by Orson Scott Card and compare that to my life and feel even more depressed than I already feel
053. Listening to → The music in my list of music I know my parents would approve of. (most of the music in there, anyways...)
054. Plans for today → I don't plan, I take what comes at me and deal with it.


058. Want kids? → Maybe, a kid or two of my own would be nice someday.
059. Want to get married? → Yes, though I have doubt of it ever happening.
060. Careers → I want to get into animation/web design/digital art, computer programming/computer manufacturing/computer designing or, artist/author/photography. Fairly decided, but not totally specific yet.

068. Lips or eyes → Eyes.
070. Shorter or taller? → Taller.
072. Romantic or spontaneous → Romantic....
073. Nice stomach or nice arms → Arms...?
074. Sensitive or loud → Sensitive??
075. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship.
077. Troublemaker or hesitant → I don't really know, hesitant guys are cute...:giggle:


080. Lost glasses/contacts → No. I have/had 20/20 vision, though I feel like I'm getting near-sighted; too much reading books and being on computers.
081. Ran away from home → No, but I want to.
084. Broken someone's heart → No.
085. Been arrested → No.
087. Cried when someone died → Yes, but I haven't known very many people who have died...

089. Yourself → Not really, if I did I would be much happier.
090. Miracles → Yes.
091. Love at first sight→ Yes, but I haven't had the experience.
092. Heaven → Of course. Have to believe in an afterlife, don't I?
093. Santa Claus → Of course I don't believe in Santa Clause. (<--My version of sarcasm) I stopped believing a long time ago.
094. Sex on the first date → No.
095. Kiss on the first date → Yes, I guess so.


097. Is there one person you want to be with right now → No, but I'd appreciate anyone besides most of my family. (They're driving me insane.)
098. Are you seriously happy with where you are in life → No. Truthfully and honestly, no. Some things make my life decent, but I am very unhappy right now.
099. Do you believe in God → Yes.
100. Post as 100 truths and tag people  → I'll post. I won't tag.

You still don't have an inkling of understanding when it comes to me. I am a female creature, and being so makes me complex. I make you think I am super simple, but I am more complex than I probably should be... You can shoot me now, if you like. (O.o Didn't mean to sound weird, but it's kinda true.)
  • Listening to: My playlist on random
  • Reading: Xenocide by Orson Scott Card
  • Watching: The computer screen
  • Playing: Transformice
  • Eating: Dust motes
  • Drinking: Nothing at the moment
So much pie. My dad made 8 pies. Then a couple of friends brought us 2 more pies. Dad made an apple pie, two pudding pies, and five pumpkin pies. Our friends brought us a peach pie(ick) and...drum roll please...another pumpkin pie. All I have been eating since Thanksgiving is pie. No one in the house is eating much of the pie, so it is my duty to eat ALL the pie. Just kidding. People are eating the pie, but not much, and I cannot resist eating yummy pie.
I don't know what I should do. I'm so bored, and don't want to work. I want to make some sort of epic original drawing, but I don't know what to make. I don't wanna color linearts right now or go work on cleaning my room. I'm bored, I want to draw something amazing, I don't know what to draw, I don't want to work, and I'm tired of coloring linearts. I got artist's block. I just made that up. I just need to do something here on Deviant art. I could post a ton of screenshots, but more than likely you won't want to see any of those. I wanna draw. Oh well, I'm just gonna go clean my room until inspiration strikes.
Gosh, I make no sense.
Doodle is my little sister. She turned nine today. I just wanted to shout out to the world that I hope she has a very happy birthday. She might not ever see this post, but it will always be here for her just in case. ANyWAys, now it is time to go into a very in depth speech that will take hours for you to read. Hmmm, let's see. Here we go. Ahekakekehem.

Blah blah blah blah blah blalh bhalbhl balhb abah blahblahblah. I blah bhal blah blah blah blha Doodle blah. Blah blanh blah blah beah bleah. Blah could blah belh bleh blah blaaah blllleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahh. Go blah bleh bleeee blah boo. Bleah beee blah aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh bleeeeee! Blaht blah bleah blaaaah bleeeeeh blah blae blah blah blah bhla vlah. Blah Bleh Bleeeeeeeeessssshhh. Bleh blah bleh belch bleh blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

I do a lot to seem entertaining. Anyways, happeh birthday Doodle!:airborne:
I say fire for two reasons.

Reason 1: Am I on fire today or what? I just posted around/over ten pictures.

Reason 2: Dad got the fireplace going. I am no longer freezing to death. It's nice and warm now.

*First of all, before you read my poems, you should be aware that I write poems whenever I have a strong emotion and allow my writing to be completely based off that emotion. Many of the poems I have at the moment are from a bit ago (nine out of ten of them) and so be very aware that I have absolutely no clue what the heck I was thinking back then. Also, I would write a lot when I was feeling sad or just decently happy. The first nine poems are from a year ago, and the tenth is actually from last week. A lot of these are all just rhyming, so, the formatting for each is basically the same.

Well, here's my poems.

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Here is the Cost

Fires and flame,
Searing pain,
Fingers made of ice.

Destiny and fate,
Much too late,
Nothing can suffice.

Destruction and loss,
Pay the cost,
The end is now in sight.

Darkness and night,
Little light,
Here's the cost for your plight.

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The Struggle

Flowers of delicate ice,
Break and burn once or twice.

Hearts of solid gold,
Become hard and cold.

Violets of purple hue,
Grow hearts strong and true.

Minds old and young,
Join together to form one.

The final battle is fought,
And the answers have been sought.

The champion shall reign supreme,
The multitudes set free.

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To violence, there is no end,
Death is it's best friend.

An end to violence never came,
And life has always been the same.

Death can be the only end,
Not to violence, but to whom we offend.

Yet if on the other side,
There are roles for those who died.

The heavenly wars shall be fought,
Until that blessed day be brought.

Then the lands shall fill with peace,
Finding now spiritual release.

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The Darkside

Pain is my fire,
Pain is my flame.

The endless tomorrow,
The endless today.

The good things are gone,
The bad ones have come.

Night is our day,
There is no sun.

Black is our night,
We have no need for light.

We feed off your fear,
However far, however near.

Our presence controls you,
You can't run away.

We have your soul now,
You have joined us today.

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Bright colored flowers blossom,
Violets and orchids bloom.

If only it was springtime,
I wish it would come soon.

The nights are pleasant,
Oh, how I wish it would come.

To see the butterflies flying,
To hear the bumblebees hum.

I wish the cold nights gone,
Replaced with the sun.

Oh, how I wish for springtime,
And for winter to be done.

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The Mighty Rock

Trees begin to tremble,
Flowers begin to sway.
But the wind cannot conquer,
The mighty rock today.

Trees begin to burn,
Flowers begin to flame.
But the fire cannot conquer,
The mighty rock today.

Trees begin to sink,
Flowers begin to drown.
But the river cannot conquer,
The mighty rock today.

The trees fade,
The flowers wilt.
Death has taken all but,
The mighty rock today.

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The Doll

The clatter of hooves awakens me,
And I open my eyes to the world.

There is no peace here,
As I lay here all curled.

My dress is made of ribbon,
My face made of silk.

My dress the color of porridge,
My face the color of milk.

And though I am the last one left,
I do not mind at all.

For I know that someone,
Will want me, the doll.

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What I see

Colors, colors are what I see,
But never a single shape.

Rainbows and clouds are what I see,
But never a single substance so bleak.

Ribbons and diamonds are what I see,
Pretty and perfect, but not for me.

Days going by is what I see,
Never a moment lost.

Countless thoughts swarming is what I see,
Yet all taken to no notice.

This world was once a mighty place, I see,
But all of it's past is lost to us.

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Step Up

The lonely soul calls for help,
But not a single reply.

This world is a cruel place,
With nowhere to hide.

No one can truly hide us,
So we should find ourselves.

Show them what we have,
And embrace our inner life.

We don't need the help of others,
We can support ourselves.

Now we shall step up,
To rule new, unknown lands.

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A Pleasant Dream

There is quiet, there is peace,
The ground is soft, white fleece.

Golden light shimmers above,
I know I can feel His love.

There is no end to this joy,
It is unlike any had from a toy.

This is the place I truly belong,
Dancing and singing to the one true song.

Now I shall enter His embrace,
And see the smile on His face.

I have come back home,
Never will I need to be alone.

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*Okay, so there are the first ten poems out of my little poem book. Quite a few of these have been slightly altered, so that the poems flow better and that the same words aren't used too much in the poem and throughout the poems. I noticed that I used the word 'conquer' a lot. Some of the poems I extended. Other than that, I guess that's it for now. I'll continue writing poems in my little poem book, and when I have the next ten, I will place them in a journal. :heart: