Hello KooKooBabes!
I am a difficult person; plain and simple I will admit that I am difficult. I may be a little high maintenance, not as high as most 'basic bitches' but I have my ways and I am set in them. This leads me into what I wanted to write about, I hate living on campus. I hate it so much and for the past month I have been trying to find an apartment off campus. It's been hard and not so easy and every time my parents ask me why I can never really answer. Until now that is, where I have made a blog post on why I hate living on campus.
One of the reasons is because I don't like other people, well thats not true. I like other people but I like them to a certain point, hence I can't live with people in one room with three beds. The roommates I have this semester are/were friends but that is only that. One of them I don't see very much so thats fine, but the other one is always here; she is rude, selfish, not respectful and I can't stand it. I can't live with two people who I don't want to live with in a room with three beds all year long. If I had a room to myself I would perfectly fine with it, all three of us in three different rooms kept completely to ourselves.
I also need a kitchen, it's the Italian woman in me. I hate the cafeteria in my school, it makes almost everyone I know sick, very sick. I want to be able to make my own food, have a stove and fridge and dishwasher oh and dishes! I want dishes and cups and silverware actual silverware! I want to be able to have my sisters over and have a home cooked meal I am sick of my schools same food in the caf. I don't have a kitchen in my room, I have a sink and I had to bring a microwave and a fridge...thats it! No stove or dishwasher or prep area literally just a room with a bathroom and three beds.
This leads me into my final point; I can't live in a box. I don't want to live in a room with three beds, a sink and a connected room for a toilet and a shower. It bothers me so much that theres no separation, there is no break up of living. It is not something I want to do anymore. Hopefully I will get what I want/need and get a place with a bedroom, bathroom, living room, dining room and kitchen. Oh, and all in five seperate rooms.
XXX ILY times a Million, Nikkie Sharpie! XXX
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
It can still be bad if...
Hello KooKooBabes!
This is one of those posts where reader discretion is advised because it's a post all about sex! Oh, but not just any sex today, kookoobabes we are gonna talk specifically about bad sex. Yes, every one of you will experience bad sex at least once in your lifetime, but how exactly will you know if it is really bad or not? There are many factors that make sex a bad time that are easy to spot but there a few factors that can seem good but it doesn't make it good sex. Listed below are three ideas behind the theme 'it can still be bad if...' enjoy my personal sex life stories and please, feel free to laugh!
1. They're the person of your dreams.
Is he the first string quarterback with big muscles and dreamy eyes? Is she the head cheerleader with a perfect body and super nice barbie car? Are they all you think about and beg to who ever you believe in that they give you a shot with them? Well, that person may be the person of your dreams but they could also suck in bed. It's ok, don't go and throw away all your sappy teen romance novels and don't you dare stop watching those old school rom-coms! I'm just saying you could sore a date with the dream guy or girl and end it with a romp in the sheets and they would be terrible. More then once I've wanted to be with a guy because I thought he was all that and a bag of Kit-Kats and once we had that 'magic moment' I was left pretty unsatisfied. I'm also one of those people who deep down knows it sucks but will say it was the best because I built that person up in my head to be amazing. I know you do it too, it's ok to do it but just remember; sometimes the person of your dreams is just meant for your dreams.
2. They're 'Blessed'.
Now by me saying blessed I don't mean the holy ghost came to them and they're now a God among us. No no no that would be silly, especially since they wouldn't be having pre-marital sex. When I say blessed I'm talking about size-this can be also mean tightness when it comes to girls-God has blessed your fuck-buddy with a large penis. Here's the question though; did God bless him with the ability to know how to use it? If you're questioning it, the answering is probably always going to be 'no'. A guy can have an anaconda but you don't want none unless he knows how to tame it. It may be the biggest thing you've ever seen and also the most painful thing you ever felt at the same time. Once again, this is ok! It can be big and bad, not everyone with a big penis is automatically great in bed. Sometimes it's not about the size of the boat but the motion in the ocean.
3. You Finished.
Finishing during bad sex isn't common but it is possible. Usually it's called bad sex because you didn't finish or couldn't but sometimes you do finish but it's not s great as you wanted it be. The other night, for example, I was with a guy and it was just down right terrible sex(reason why I wrote this post)but I was still able to come. I mean, I had to do all the work but I got there and it wasn't the best orgasm I've had but I had a small one. You could even not enjoy having sex and still come, your body reacts to stimulation and if it's in the right way or it's just too repetitive it can stimulate something down below. It may have not been fun and you still may be a little unsatisfied but you are still able to orgasm from a shit time in-between the sheets.
Don't let anyone ever tell you 'sex is sex' or to 'get over it' if you had a bad time getting laid. Sex isn't just sex! It is a sexual exploration between two people that should be enjoyable for everyone involved. Should you hang on to that bad experience forever? Not really; keep it in mind but don't let it ruin your sex drive. You also need to know that someone could be insanely attractive, or super hung, or that you can have an orgasm and the sex can still be one of the worst times you've ever had. Now, go forth my KooKooBabes go enjoy your life experience good/bad sex and realize the signs so in the end you end up happy, because it is all about you!
XXX ILY TIMES A MILLION, NIKKIESHARPIE! XXX
This is one of those posts where reader discretion is advised because it's a post all about sex! Oh, but not just any sex today, kookoobabes we are gonna talk specifically about bad sex. Yes, every one of you will experience bad sex at least once in your lifetime, but how exactly will you know if it is really bad or not? There are many factors that make sex a bad time that are easy to spot but there a few factors that can seem good but it doesn't make it good sex. Listed below are three ideas behind the theme 'it can still be bad if...' enjoy my personal sex life stories and please, feel free to laugh!
1. They're the person of your dreams.
Is he the first string quarterback with big muscles and dreamy eyes? Is she the head cheerleader with a perfect body and super nice barbie car? Are they all you think about and beg to who ever you believe in that they give you a shot with them? Well, that person may be the person of your dreams but they could also suck in bed. It's ok, don't go and throw away all your sappy teen romance novels and don't you dare stop watching those old school rom-coms! I'm just saying you could sore a date with the dream guy or girl and end it with a romp in the sheets and they would be terrible. More then once I've wanted to be with a guy because I thought he was all that and a bag of Kit-Kats and once we had that 'magic moment' I was left pretty unsatisfied. I'm also one of those people who deep down knows it sucks but will say it was the best because I built that person up in my head to be amazing. I know you do it too, it's ok to do it but just remember; sometimes the person of your dreams is just meant for your dreams.
2. They're 'Blessed'.
Now by me saying blessed I don't mean the holy ghost came to them and they're now a God among us. No no no that would be silly, especially since they wouldn't be having pre-marital sex. When I say blessed I'm talking about size-this can be also mean tightness when it comes to girls-God has blessed your fuck-buddy with a large penis. Here's the question though; did God bless him with the ability to know how to use it? If you're questioning it, the answering is probably always going to be 'no'. A guy can have an anaconda but you don't want none unless he knows how to tame it. It may be the biggest thing you've ever seen and also the most painful thing you ever felt at the same time. Once again, this is ok! It can be big and bad, not everyone with a big penis is automatically great in bed. Sometimes it's not about the size of the boat but the motion in the ocean.
3. You Finished.
Finishing during bad sex isn't common but it is possible. Usually it's called bad sex because you didn't finish or couldn't but sometimes you do finish but it's not s great as you wanted it be. The other night, for example, I was with a guy and it was just down right terrible sex(reason why I wrote this post)but I was still able to come. I mean, I had to do all the work but I got there and it wasn't the best orgasm I've had but I had a small one. You could even not enjoy having sex and still come, your body reacts to stimulation and if it's in the right way or it's just too repetitive it can stimulate something down below. It may have not been fun and you still may be a little unsatisfied but you are still able to orgasm from a shit time in-between the sheets.
Don't let anyone ever tell you 'sex is sex' or to 'get over it' if you had a bad time getting laid. Sex isn't just sex! It is a sexual exploration between two people that should be enjoyable for everyone involved. Should you hang on to that bad experience forever? Not really; keep it in mind but don't let it ruin your sex drive. You also need to know that someone could be insanely attractive, or super hung, or that you can have an orgasm and the sex can still be one of the worst times you've ever had. Now, go forth my KooKooBabes go enjoy your life experience good/bad sex and realize the signs so in the end you end up happy, because it is all about you!
XXX ILY TIMES A MILLION, NIKKIESHARPIE! XXX
Wednesday, August 6, 2014
Tips for The Incoming Freshmen!
Hello KooKooBabes!
Today I will be sharing some first semester college freshman tips. If I had these tips and actually applied them, I actually wouldn't be posting this because I wouldn't have learned from my mistakes. Hey, I made the mistakes and now you don't have to repeat and stress over it, below are 5 tips I thought would be most helpful for you!
1. GO TO CLASS!!!
This is my most important tip that I will ever continue to preach. I had this trouble my first semester and I didn't even have an 8am like I did second semester! I know, I don't get me either. Anyway going to class is super important I know everyone says it but it is 100% true. Some professors will even count attendance as a grade. A few of my professors had this set up for us; if you miss two or more classes you go down a letter grade. An entire letter grade! Thats going from an A to a B, or if it's a class you don't do well in from a passing grade to a failing one. In all seriousness some professors don't care if you go to class or not but you should care about it, you're the one paying all the money to go to school, you're working toward your dream job, you're the one who's name is on the report card. Just go to damn class ok!
2. Your syllabus should be your BFF!
My second semester was my redemption semester and when I went to class on that monday morning I had no idea what a syllabus actually was. I had no idea it had my assignments and due dates in it! It was awesome! Seriously become best friends with your syllabus, take all the dates and put it in your agenda or phone, whatever just seriously look at that thing!
3. If you get a bad grade....relax!
Alright so you totally spaced on that test in your 10am and got a D...don't freak out! I am so guilty of doing this; I will freak out cry and beg for a redo. Most of the times the professor will say no and thats actually 100% ok because it is their class and they do make the rules. Don't worry you can make it up, some professors will drop the lowest grade, there might be extra credit in the future. Either way do not let this kill your spirit one bad grade can seriously mess you up but if you realize you made a mistake and you realize you have a bunch of other chances before finals time you will be fine.
4. Party all you want...Seriously!! Just get up the next day.
Congrats! Your Victoria Secrets plunge pushup bra and that twenty you slipped under your ID got you into the hot thursday night club. You got your cup with free all night refills and danced with your favorite girlfriends and hey even that cute guy in your Econ class! Oh, and great he even invited you back to his room for a sleep over once you get back to campus...at 2AM. Go for it, no seriously slip on your cute PJ's and spoon the rest of the night. As long as you're willing to wake up the next morning and go to your 9am. I had the problem of waking up either too late-even if I had an alarm-or waking up with enough time to do my walk of shame back to my own bed and instead of getting ready for class I would just sleep. DO NOT DO THIS! If you want to go out and have a good time do it but just be sure you can get up the next morning and go to class or just party on a weekend.
5. Make sure you know you messed up.
You've read all these tips and totally ignored all of them. Well, you just wasted your time and also granted yourself a spot on academic prohibition. You have a semester to turn that 1.7GPA to a 3.8GPA in order to maintain your scholarship. Make sure you are the one to know that you messed up, it sounds weird and doesn't make much sense but I will explain. From my experience, I first had to first make myself realize that I messed up, that I could loose everything if I didn't turn it around and fix it. The second I deep down realized that I fucked up I could turn it around. I would go to every class, do every assignment and pass every test I was handed.
These might help you and they might not, if I had known these tips and actually known people who went though these mistakes I may not have made the same ones. I hope it helped you and I hope all of you have an amazing first year!
XXX ILY times a Milli, NikkieSharpie XXX
Today I will be sharing some first semester college freshman tips. If I had these tips and actually applied them, I actually wouldn't be posting this because I wouldn't have learned from my mistakes. Hey, I made the mistakes and now you don't have to repeat and stress over it, below are 5 tips I thought would be most helpful for you!
1. GO TO CLASS!!!
This is my most important tip that I will ever continue to preach. I had this trouble my first semester and I didn't even have an 8am like I did second semester! I know, I don't get me either. Anyway going to class is super important I know everyone says it but it is 100% true. Some professors will even count attendance as a grade. A few of my professors had this set up for us; if you miss two or more classes you go down a letter grade. An entire letter grade! Thats going from an A to a B, or if it's a class you don't do well in from a passing grade to a failing one. In all seriousness some professors don't care if you go to class or not but you should care about it, you're the one paying all the money to go to school, you're working toward your dream job, you're the one who's name is on the report card. Just go to damn class ok!
2. Your syllabus should be your BFF!
My second semester was my redemption semester and when I went to class on that monday morning I had no idea what a syllabus actually was. I had no idea it had my assignments and due dates in it! It was awesome! Seriously become best friends with your syllabus, take all the dates and put it in your agenda or phone, whatever just seriously look at that thing!
3. If you get a bad grade....relax!
Alright so you totally spaced on that test in your 10am and got a D...don't freak out! I am so guilty of doing this; I will freak out cry and beg for a redo. Most of the times the professor will say no and thats actually 100% ok because it is their class and they do make the rules. Don't worry you can make it up, some professors will drop the lowest grade, there might be extra credit in the future. Either way do not let this kill your spirit one bad grade can seriously mess you up but if you realize you made a mistake and you realize you have a bunch of other chances before finals time you will be fine.
4. Party all you want...Seriously!! Just get up the next day.
Congrats! Your Victoria Secrets plunge pushup bra and that twenty you slipped under your ID got you into the hot thursday night club. You got your cup with free all night refills and danced with your favorite girlfriends and hey even that cute guy in your Econ class! Oh, and great he even invited you back to his room for a sleep over once you get back to campus...at 2AM. Go for it, no seriously slip on your cute PJ's and spoon the rest of the night. As long as you're willing to wake up the next morning and go to your 9am. I had the problem of waking up either too late-even if I had an alarm-or waking up with enough time to do my walk of shame back to my own bed and instead of getting ready for class I would just sleep. DO NOT DO THIS! If you want to go out and have a good time do it but just be sure you can get up the next morning and go to class or just party on a weekend.
5. Make sure you know you messed up.
You've read all these tips and totally ignored all of them. Well, you just wasted your time and also granted yourself a spot on academic prohibition. You have a semester to turn that 1.7GPA to a 3.8GPA in order to maintain your scholarship. Make sure you are the one to know that you messed up, it sounds weird and doesn't make much sense but I will explain. From my experience, I first had to first make myself realize that I messed up, that I could loose everything if I didn't turn it around and fix it. The second I deep down realized that I fucked up I could turn it around. I would go to every class, do every assignment and pass every test I was handed.
These might help you and they might not, if I had known these tips and actually known people who went though these mistakes I may not have made the same ones. I hope it helped you and I hope all of you have an amazing first year!
XXX ILY times a Milli, NikkieSharpie XXX
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
God doesn't want us to Fail!
Hello KooKooBabes!
In church the other day my priest-Father Joe-said several things that really opened up my eyes and really made me think. He basically said that God doesn't want us to fail, he doesn't enjoy it, he doesn't want to give us constant judgement. Which is true, God wants us to enjoy life and do things we want too and if it is a sin he will then judge us and eventually forgive us. Father Joe admitted to having sinned and we in the seats also agreed to committing sins. He then went onto say that God is aware we have sinned but he is willing to forgive and forget it, he doesn't enjoy giving punishment he enjoys giving acceptance, so why do we still continue to hold grudges?
I will be honest when I say I am a stubborn Italian-New York female, so I tend to hold grudges for a very long time. I tend to remember those who wronged me in the past and occasionally bring it up when they start to stray toward the path of wrong doing. Except as I grow older and seek guidance from others, including my church, I started to realize that I don't that part of me at all. Not the holding a grudge-that is a talent I'm mastered-the whole bringing it back up. I hate when people bring up my flaws or things I did in the past, so why should I continue to do it to others? I don't want to see anyone I know to fail and if I keep bringing it up that could potentially make them do so.
We all should learn to forgive and move on-I'm not saying forget because memory is strongest of all-so we can all grow. If God doesn't want us to fail why do we want to see our friends and family fail, why don't we want to forgive and accept them with open arms like God will do for those he forgave once they passed on? We need less anger and spite and we need to accept that we are all flawed and we are all willing to move past them.
XXX ILY Times a Million, NikkieSharpie! XXX
In church the other day my priest-Father Joe-said several things that really opened up my eyes and really made me think. He basically said that God doesn't want us to fail, he doesn't enjoy it, he doesn't want to give us constant judgement. Which is true, God wants us to enjoy life and do things we want too and if it is a sin he will then judge us and eventually forgive us. Father Joe admitted to having sinned and we in the seats also agreed to committing sins. He then went onto say that God is aware we have sinned but he is willing to forgive and forget it, he doesn't enjoy giving punishment he enjoys giving acceptance, so why do we still continue to hold grudges?
I will be honest when I say I am a stubborn Italian-New York female, so I tend to hold grudges for a very long time. I tend to remember those who wronged me in the past and occasionally bring it up when they start to stray toward the path of wrong doing. Except as I grow older and seek guidance from others, including my church, I started to realize that I don't that part of me at all. Not the holding a grudge-that is a talent I'm mastered-the whole bringing it back up. I hate when people bring up my flaws or things I did in the past, so why should I continue to do it to others? I don't want to see anyone I know to fail and if I keep bringing it up that could potentially make them do so.
We all should learn to forgive and move on-I'm not saying forget because memory is strongest of all-so we can all grow. If God doesn't want us to fail why do we want to see our friends and family fail, why don't we want to forgive and accept them with open arms like God will do for those he forgave once they passed on? We need less anger and spite and we need to accept that we are all flawed and we are all willing to move past them.
XXX ILY Times a Million, NikkieSharpie! XXX
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Moment Made for Movies 1.
Hello KooKooBabes!
I was recently talking to a friend of mine and was telling her about things that happened to me during school. After the third story she turned to me and told you "You have a lot of movie moments" and I decided to share them. When she said movie moments she meant things that you would usually only see in a silly little Rom-Com or a hipster independent film. You know, like going on a date where dolphins jump when you have your first kiss(which hasn't happened to me...yet!) or your boyfriend getting you the apartment you've always wanted like Big in Sex and the City the Movie. Nothing like that has happened to me but I do have some stories I want to share with you.
Over thanksgiving break I decided not to go home to the freezing cold state of New York, partly because of the weather and partly because my mom never really celebrates thanksgiving. I didn't see a point, so I just stayed on campus with all the other loners. I didn't really venture out of my dorm except to go shopping here and there and get food from the caf, other then that I was in bed with Gossip Girl all week. On the night before thanksgiving all through the campus not as many as usual were stirring, honey it's Boca, there is no mouse. I ventured out of my room to grab dinner before overdosing on the great love of Chuck and Blair for the rest of my night. As I entered the caf a friend of mine approached me asking me if I had a car, my friend left me hers so yes, for the time being I did have a car. He asked me to take him to the liquor store, harmless request to go down the street so after much begging on his part-I always was going to say yes he didn't need to beg, it was just fun to watch-I agreed and off we went. In the car I asked him why he wanted to drink tonight hoping maybe there was some kind of party, he shook his head and responded "I'm a writer, I like to drink while I write it really helps me" how Hemingway of him.
He went and got his liquor and we drove back to campus before we parted ways he asked me if I would like to join him. Lets weight my options; spending an evening in my bed watching gossip girl until early hours of morning, OR sitting in a cute boys room while he takes shots and writes a novel. I chose gossip girl. He understood and off we went...then an hour later her texted me asking me what I was doing and if I would "please come over" and "stay with" him while he wrote I put up a slight fight then he asked if he could come to my room. I didn't have to move, he would sit there and write and I could do what I want, I wrote back "Ok". He came over five minutes later and went to work and I went onto the next drama filled episode. After a while of him taking shots and typing furiously he asked me to drink I declined "Why not?" he asked coming toward me iPad in hand I shrugged
"I don't know not really in the mood too" I responded he smiled placing the iPad in front of me
"How about this; you read what I have written and if you like it you drink, if you don't I wont bother you about it again" I didn't have any arguments so I read what he was working on and it was actually very beautiful. I ended up getting drunk very quickly. We were taking shots and talking, taking shots and laughing, taking shots and...wait for it...watching the Disney classic Hercules...while he sang along! I was melting, he was adorable! I had never really gotten to know him before that night and it was only getting better. Somehow we ended up looking at pictures on my phone when he came across a picture of my sister and I. For my entire school career everyone would say the same thing "You're pretty, but you're sister is prettier" which wasn't really true shes just thinner then me and her boobs came in before mine. This time he studied the photo "This is your sister?" he asked I rolled my eyes and nodded, excepting the same response I always got. Instead, he nodded and casually said "hmm, you're hotter" handing me back my phone. I turned bright red and laughed awkwardly thanking him, that was a shock "Well you are!" he stated taking a shot and I grabbed the bottle from his and took one myself, no one ever told me that I needed booze to be able to handle it.
As the night went on the conversation got better and finally were getting to the movie moments you have all been waiting for. He looked out the window with a smile "lets go somewhere" he said I groaned
"Come on it's late and it's comfortable in my bed" I whined as he grabbed my arm trying to move us off my bed "Trust me this place is awesome!" he insisted pulling me again this time I pulled back
"Nooooooo" I cried as we got into a pulling war finally I grabbed him around the waist "I don't wanna!" I said in a joking tone, he laughed and soon pulling and grabbing each other turned into a full out tickle fest, I screaming and giggling as he tried his hardest to convince me to leave my room. He had his arms around me as I was on my back struggling for air when he stopped, pushed my hair back, looked me in the eyes and said "You are really beautiful Nikkie" and smiled. I got extremely embarrassed rolling my eyes and telling him to stop "No, you are though" he said his eyes still fixed on mine. I needed to get this conversation off of me so I went for his sides heading right back into our tickle fight. It went on for a little more the once again, while still on top of me torturing me with fast moving fingers that made me laugh, he stopped and in a flash his lips were on top of mine and he was kissing me. When our lips finally parted I looked up at him and asked "Why did you do that?" with a stupid smiled stuck onto my face, he had matching smile as he shrugged lowering himself back toward me and said "I don't know". This is the part in the move where the camera pans over to the half empty bottle of vodka and Hercules paused onto the television then the scene goes dark.
When you finally reenter the scene the two "friends" are cuddled up in bed, him without a shirt and her with the covers covering her upper half may or may not be wearing clothes. We didn't feel awkward about it at all we were actually both pretty happy something about being drunk and friends and the whole experience in general. Oh and to make it even better after he took me to a "secrete place" that I promised I would never tell anyone where it was and we...wait for it...looked at the stars together! After that we didn't really talk much and we never had another night like that again and in a way, I don't mind. He was exactly what I needed at that time in my life.
Even regular everyday girls get moments that are made for the movies!
XXX ILY Times a Million, NikkieSharpie! XXX
I was recently talking to a friend of mine and was telling her about things that happened to me during school. After the third story she turned to me and told you "You have a lot of movie moments" and I decided to share them. When she said movie moments she meant things that you would usually only see in a silly little Rom-Com or a hipster independent film. You know, like going on a date where dolphins jump when you have your first kiss(which hasn't happened to me...yet!) or your boyfriend getting you the apartment you've always wanted like Big in Sex and the City the Movie. Nothing like that has happened to me but I do have some stories I want to share with you.
Over thanksgiving break I decided not to go home to the freezing cold state of New York, partly because of the weather and partly because my mom never really celebrates thanksgiving. I didn't see a point, so I just stayed on campus with all the other loners. I didn't really venture out of my dorm except to go shopping here and there and get food from the caf, other then that I was in bed with Gossip Girl all week. On the night before thanksgiving all through the campus not as many as usual were stirring, honey it's Boca, there is no mouse. I ventured out of my room to grab dinner before overdosing on the great love of Chuck and Blair for the rest of my night. As I entered the caf a friend of mine approached me asking me if I had a car, my friend left me hers so yes, for the time being I did have a car. He asked me to take him to the liquor store, harmless request to go down the street so after much begging on his part-I always was going to say yes he didn't need to beg, it was just fun to watch-I agreed and off we went. In the car I asked him why he wanted to drink tonight hoping maybe there was some kind of party, he shook his head and responded "I'm a writer, I like to drink while I write it really helps me" how Hemingway of him.
He went and got his liquor and we drove back to campus before we parted ways he asked me if I would like to join him. Lets weight my options; spending an evening in my bed watching gossip girl until early hours of morning, OR sitting in a cute boys room while he takes shots and writes a novel. I chose gossip girl. He understood and off we went...then an hour later her texted me asking me what I was doing and if I would "please come over" and "stay with" him while he wrote I put up a slight fight then he asked if he could come to my room. I didn't have to move, he would sit there and write and I could do what I want, I wrote back "Ok". He came over five minutes later and went to work and I went onto the next drama filled episode. After a while of him taking shots and typing furiously he asked me to drink I declined "Why not?" he asked coming toward me iPad in hand I shrugged
"I don't know not really in the mood too" I responded he smiled placing the iPad in front of me
"How about this; you read what I have written and if you like it you drink, if you don't I wont bother you about it again" I didn't have any arguments so I read what he was working on and it was actually very beautiful. I ended up getting drunk very quickly. We were taking shots and talking, taking shots and laughing, taking shots and...wait for it...watching the Disney classic Hercules...while he sang along! I was melting, he was adorable! I had never really gotten to know him before that night and it was only getting better. Somehow we ended up looking at pictures on my phone when he came across a picture of my sister and I. For my entire school career everyone would say the same thing "You're pretty, but you're sister is prettier" which wasn't really true shes just thinner then me and her boobs came in before mine. This time he studied the photo "This is your sister?" he asked I rolled my eyes and nodded, excepting the same response I always got. Instead, he nodded and casually said "hmm, you're hotter" handing me back my phone. I turned bright red and laughed awkwardly thanking him, that was a shock "Well you are!" he stated taking a shot and I grabbed the bottle from his and took one myself, no one ever told me that I needed booze to be able to handle it.
As the night went on the conversation got better and finally were getting to the movie moments you have all been waiting for. He looked out the window with a smile "lets go somewhere" he said I groaned
"Come on it's late and it's comfortable in my bed" I whined as he grabbed my arm trying to move us off my bed "Trust me this place is awesome!" he insisted pulling me again this time I pulled back
"Nooooooo" I cried as we got into a pulling war finally I grabbed him around the waist "I don't wanna!" I said in a joking tone, he laughed and soon pulling and grabbing each other turned into a full out tickle fest, I screaming and giggling as he tried his hardest to convince me to leave my room. He had his arms around me as I was on my back struggling for air when he stopped, pushed my hair back, looked me in the eyes and said "You are really beautiful Nikkie" and smiled. I got extremely embarrassed rolling my eyes and telling him to stop "No, you are though" he said his eyes still fixed on mine. I needed to get this conversation off of me so I went for his sides heading right back into our tickle fight. It went on for a little more the once again, while still on top of me torturing me with fast moving fingers that made me laugh, he stopped and in a flash his lips were on top of mine and he was kissing me. When our lips finally parted I looked up at him and asked "Why did you do that?" with a stupid smiled stuck onto my face, he had matching smile as he shrugged lowering himself back toward me and said "I don't know". This is the part in the move where the camera pans over to the half empty bottle of vodka and Hercules paused onto the television then the scene goes dark.
When you finally reenter the scene the two "friends" are cuddled up in bed, him without a shirt and her with the covers covering her upper half may or may not be wearing clothes. We didn't feel awkward about it at all we were actually both pretty happy something about being drunk and friends and the whole experience in general. Oh and to make it even better after he took me to a "secrete place" that I promised I would never tell anyone where it was and we...wait for it...looked at the stars together! After that we didn't really talk much and we never had another night like that again and in a way, I don't mind. He was exactly what I needed at that time in my life.
Even regular everyday girls get moments that are made for the movies!
XXX ILY Times a Million, NikkieSharpie! XXX
Wednesday, July 16, 2014
He Broke It.
Hello KooKooBabes!
Last month I was asked to give my little cousin "The talk" because she got her first fifth grade boyfriend and in this day and age you never know how young they'll start. I was giving her this talk in the car on the way home and at one point I was giving her examples of how to be in control of herself and she has the power and if she gives it up she could end up very hurt how I was hurt recently. She looked confused and turned to me saying "but you didn't have a boyfriend". Which she was right I haven't had a boyfriend for a very long time, but does that mean I can't have my heart broken?
The answer that has taken me a while to discover is no; you don't always have to be in a relationship with a person for them to break your heart. You can be like me and wear your heart on your sleeve and when that guy you think is so special comes around, he can easily break it. This happened to me recently; I started a thing with a guy and I "caught feelings" as everyone is calling it now and, whoever pitched me those feelings is definitely in the majors because it was a hard, fast, straight down the strike zone pitch of feelings. The problem was, he didn't feel the same but he still continued to mind-fuck me and string me along for nine long months. In the end he finally was over me and decided to cut me out of his life completely. Without notice and without a reason why-when I confronted him-but with some public comments like a sub-tweet or two and a sub-instagram. Now, that could all be in my head but I'm pretty sure it was about me. Either way it broke me, even now while I write this my chest gets tight and tears start to come to the surface because it was so sudden.
I got my heart broken and it is still broken; he tore it in two and there's a lot of stitches needed to put it back together and those stitches aren't all in one go. Oh no, I'm still not even close to a fully repaired heart and every time I think about it I pull at the stitches I've worked hard to get. The comment my cousin made for example is perfect for pulling at those already made stitches. How do you explain to someone that a person you weren't even in a relationship with broke your heart? It sounds absolutely insane! Truly it sounds like I'm insane, but in this society it really isn't. A lot of people aren't committing to just one person-or they are but cheating with several others-but that doesn't stop them from finding someone who wants to be that one person and taking them for everything we are willing to give. Which I am responsible for it partly because I am so willing to give someone I really want to have something with almost everything. I set myself up for it, I listened to what everyone told me not to do, I nodded and smiled and then I did what I wanted and it's ended up not too great. I'm hurt and raw and I hate this feeling for a broken heart. I hate that fact that I know we wont end up together, I hate how I know I won't fall asleep in his arms or get to know anything more about him. I even hate how I even wanted any of that to happen and thought it could happen! It makes it that much harder to deal with this, what also makes it that much harder is knowing I'm going to have to see him in five weeks and I'm going to have to act like I'm not burning up on the inside.
A broken heart is never fun and it isn't something I wish onto anyone, I don't even wish this pain onto the guy who broke it. No, in fact I pray for him every week, I pray to god that he one day will realize how much I gave up for him and how much I actually cared about him. Maybe he will see it and maybe he won't either way a prayer to god can't hurt anyone, and in a way it helps me heal. With the strength of god and the strength he gives me, and I give myself I will one day recover. My heart will be fully stitched and I will have learned from my mistakes. Hopefully I will be willing to give it to another person in full confidence they won't tear at the seems. Until that day I will work to make my heart on a sleeve whole again.
XXX ILY times a Milli, NikkieSharpie XXX
Last month I was asked to give my little cousin "The talk" because she got her first fifth grade boyfriend and in this day and age you never know how young they'll start. I was giving her this talk in the car on the way home and at one point I was giving her examples of how to be in control of herself and she has the power and if she gives it up she could end up very hurt how I was hurt recently. She looked confused and turned to me saying "but you didn't have a boyfriend". Which she was right I haven't had a boyfriend for a very long time, but does that mean I can't have my heart broken?
The answer that has taken me a while to discover is no; you don't always have to be in a relationship with a person for them to break your heart. You can be like me and wear your heart on your sleeve and when that guy you think is so special comes around, he can easily break it. This happened to me recently; I started a thing with a guy and I "caught feelings" as everyone is calling it now and, whoever pitched me those feelings is definitely in the majors because it was a hard, fast, straight down the strike zone pitch of feelings. The problem was, he didn't feel the same but he still continued to mind-fuck me and string me along for nine long months. In the end he finally was over me and decided to cut me out of his life completely. Without notice and without a reason why-when I confronted him-but with some public comments like a sub-tweet or two and a sub-instagram. Now, that could all be in my head but I'm pretty sure it was about me. Either way it broke me, even now while I write this my chest gets tight and tears start to come to the surface because it was so sudden.
I got my heart broken and it is still broken; he tore it in two and there's a lot of stitches needed to put it back together and those stitches aren't all in one go. Oh no, I'm still not even close to a fully repaired heart and every time I think about it I pull at the stitches I've worked hard to get. The comment my cousin made for example is perfect for pulling at those already made stitches. How do you explain to someone that a person you weren't even in a relationship with broke your heart? It sounds absolutely insane! Truly it sounds like I'm insane, but in this society it really isn't. A lot of people aren't committing to just one person-or they are but cheating with several others-but that doesn't stop them from finding someone who wants to be that one person and taking them for everything we are willing to give. Which I am responsible for it partly because I am so willing to give someone I really want to have something with almost everything. I set myself up for it, I listened to what everyone told me not to do, I nodded and smiled and then I did what I wanted and it's ended up not too great. I'm hurt and raw and I hate this feeling for a broken heart. I hate that fact that I know we wont end up together, I hate how I know I won't fall asleep in his arms or get to know anything more about him. I even hate how I even wanted any of that to happen and thought it could happen! It makes it that much harder to deal with this, what also makes it that much harder is knowing I'm going to have to see him in five weeks and I'm going to have to act like I'm not burning up on the inside.
A broken heart is never fun and it isn't something I wish onto anyone, I don't even wish this pain onto the guy who broke it. No, in fact I pray for him every week, I pray to god that he one day will realize how much I gave up for him and how much I actually cared about him. Maybe he will see it and maybe he won't either way a prayer to god can't hurt anyone, and in a way it helps me heal. With the strength of god and the strength he gives me, and I give myself I will one day recover. My heart will be fully stitched and I will have learned from my mistakes. Hopefully I will be willing to give it to another person in full confidence they won't tear at the seems. Until that day I will work to make my heart on a sleeve whole again.
XXX ILY times a Milli, NikkieSharpie XXX
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Revamping my closet 2.
!Hello KooKooBabes
I made a post before about redoing my closet and this post is going to be a continuation of redoing my wardrobe because there is still a lot to be done. In my last post I talked about how I was purging my drawers and closet but still had a lot of clothing. Well, I think I've done about ten cycles of filtering everything out of my closet and now finally I'm getting somewhere. I made a list of things I need to add to my wardrobe and started to purchase them here and there but still wasn't much room in my already small closet. Last night I did what I think is my final purge and I did this in probably the smartest way possible.
I go back to school in 6 weeks and to most people that's so far from their thoughts but to me it's right about the corner so I needed to light a fire under my indecisive ass. I first started by getting two different types of duct tape. Purple and silver and attached them to hangers with clothing on them; purple tape meant I was taking it to college and silver meant it was staying at home. I really don't need a Michael Kors sweater in the middle of souther Florida now do I? No, but I would need it when I returned to NY in the colder months. The tape helped because as I went though item by item I would think before I stuck it around the hook; do I need this, does it look good-and most importantly-how many looks can I make with this top. If I couldn't pair it with 5 bottoms that I either owned or was going to own I had to give it up. It was the smartest thing I could do because if I couldn't pair or it wouldn't look good paired with more then one thing it made its way to the donation pile. My closet can now fully be seen through one of the sliding doors and I think that is an accomplishment.
After my closet I went to the drawers, now I don't want to take all my tee shirts and tank tops to school with me. There isn't much room for all of that so I needed to divide what would be taken and what I would leave. I didn't want to start to pack and load up my car just yet-and when I did this it was 11pm the forest monsters would eat me if I left the house-so I dumped everything out of my drawer and sorted it. Everything I wasn't brining to school would be placed left to right and be on the bottom and everything going to school was from top to bottom and put on top, so when it came time to pack I wouldn't be digging for thing.
After this I feel good and fresh and clean and ready to stock up on the things I needed for my closet without feeling like it was taking up my life/room. I don't think I need to purge anymore but instead I need to stock up. There's a list of things I need for school and I only have six more weeks to get it all! Time to kick this into gear!
XXX ILY times a Million, NikkieSharpie XXX
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
Summer Bucket List!
Hello KooKooBabes!
With the start of summer just a few days behind us I decided to share my summer bucket list with you lovely readers. I kept it simple and to only six things to do-two things I've already crossed off. Below is each item on my list and then what it means or why it is on there, well, here we go.
1. Bonfire on the Beach
Even though every person in a summer movie or a music video has a bonfire at the beach and it looks like so much fun and everyone has an amazing time, they aren't exactly easy. First things first; in my town if you get caught making a fire on a beach you get in a lot of trouble. Then again I'm a rebel and really want to test the waters and light the sand attached to the water on fire!
2. Night Swimming
I've swam in a pool at two in the morning a million times but in the bay, I've never done that! Secretly because I've been afraid that something creepy will grab me and drag me down but I will face my fears and jump on at one in the morning!
3. Stargazing
Yes, I'm that lame person who can look up at the stars for hours and be totally happy. I just haven't had the time to do it lately but I would really love too, and if it was on a boat in the middle of the ocean...my life would be complete.
4. Strawberry Festival (Done it!)
In my town in June we have this festival called the strawberry festival, and almost everyone goes. Theres rides and games and a bunch of food and yes a million strawberries! I haven't been in like five years but this year I went and honestly it wasn't the best and way too over priced, but hey I did it!
5. Hookup with an Osprey
I'm not talking about bird I'm talking about a baseball player. In the summer the towns out here have a string of summer collegiate baseball teams with college baseball players. Otherwise known as my weakness. They come from all over America and they are almost all attractive as all hell, I am determined to make out with at least one of them. I'm a cleat chaser....so sue me?
6. Get another tattoo (Did it!)
I already have two and now I have another. Something about the summer just makes me want to go to a shop and get something permanently inked onto me. Yesterday I actually did it, I went to my favorite shop on Long Island and got a tattoo on my ankle. A video will go up on my channel SharpiesVlogs6 eventually.
I hope some of you have summer bucket lists too and I hope that you are able to cross everything off like I hope to do.
XXX ILY times a Million NikkieSharpie XXX
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
Revamping My Closet!
Hello KooKooBabes!
The other day I opened my closet and realized-like every other teenage girl-I had nothing to wear! Okay, well, I did have a lot to wear but I didn't like any of it or I wasn't going to like any of it. Except, unlike other girls who would shut their closets and move on, I ripped open the doors and started throwing things onto the floor. It was time to finally get rid of those clothes I was never going to wear.
After having quite a big pile of blouses, dresses and shirts I put on hangers, I moved onto my drawers getting rid of all those tank tops that are "So totally cute" but I "So wont wear" anytime soon. That was a huge pile of clothing just with my hanging tops from my closet and the tank tops from the drawer but I wasn't finished. I moved onto bottoms and removed almost everything! Honestly why did I think capri yoga pants with tribal print on the hip would ever look good?! I had a huge pile of clothing and passed it on to family friends after doing so I felt happy and clean and already started to plan my new wardrobe.
The thing is I crave change in simple things often, like my entire closet. I wanted to go back to basics, I had to many clashing styles and I was sick of it. I gave myself a deadline; the start of fall semester I would have a completely clean fresh and new filled closet. I'm ready for this and feel good about changing my life. Simple things in my life like giving away a pile of clothes can make me feel so good, my lungs get lighter and I just get so much inspiration to start new.
I felt good about my need for change and was started to stock up online carts in some of the my favorite stores that night, it really helped me sleep better that night. The next morning I went to my closet ready to be happy about the fact I had "Nothing to wear" but realized I actually still have so many clothes! I even found something to wear! I guess I'll be doing a few more clean outs before my closet is perfect...stay tuned!
XXX ILY times a Million NikkieSharpie XXX
The other day I opened my closet and realized-like every other teenage girl-I had nothing to wear! Okay, well, I did have a lot to wear but I didn't like any of it or I wasn't going to like any of it. Except, unlike other girls who would shut their closets and move on, I ripped open the doors and started throwing things onto the floor. It was time to finally get rid of those clothes I was never going to wear.
After having quite a big pile of blouses, dresses and shirts I put on hangers, I moved onto my drawers getting rid of all those tank tops that are "So totally cute" but I "So wont wear" anytime soon. That was a huge pile of clothing just with my hanging tops from my closet and the tank tops from the drawer but I wasn't finished. I moved onto bottoms and removed almost everything! Honestly why did I think capri yoga pants with tribal print on the hip would ever look good?! I had a huge pile of clothing and passed it on to family friends after doing so I felt happy and clean and already started to plan my new wardrobe.
The thing is I crave change in simple things often, like my entire closet. I wanted to go back to basics, I had to many clashing styles and I was sick of it. I gave myself a deadline; the start of fall semester I would have a completely clean fresh and new filled closet. I'm ready for this and feel good about changing my life. Simple things in my life like giving away a pile of clothes can make me feel so good, my lungs get lighter and I just get so much inspiration to start new.
I felt good about my need for change and was started to stock up online carts in some of the my favorite stores that night, it really helped me sleep better that night. The next morning I went to my closet ready to be happy about the fact I had "Nothing to wear" but realized I actually still have so many clothes! I even found something to wear! I guess I'll be doing a few more clean outs before my closet is perfect...stay tuned!
XXX ILY times a Million NikkieSharpie XXX
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
A New Bed Can Change A Person!
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| CozySoft Bed Set "Amy" |
The other day I went to Bed Bath and Beyond to get a duvet cover for my bland not fluffy or inviting duvet insert. I love Bed Bath and Beyond because I am a house wife in a 19year olds body, I love to purchase home supplies like cook wear, candles, and picture frames. Weird, I know but I am who I am and that store excites me. Bed Bath and Beyond also has a million options for creating the most inviting bed ever.
I grabbed a cart and strolled though just looking for a purple duvet cover, that was it a simple comfortable purple duvet cover. That apparently does not exist anymore; no, it ins't just purple, they have patterns and designs and three different colors along with purple! No duvet cover appealed to me and I was getting incredibly discouraged then I found the comforters. Still, with three different colors and an interesting butterfly design but I grabbed it and went home. The second I took it out of the bag and felt it I was in heaven. This comforter is the softest thing ever and the sheets I bought along with are actually pretty nice, I usually hate sheets and end up putting a blanket over the top but these I don't need. After making my bed and making it look nice-and taking this picture above of course-I felt instantly better.
The room got lighter, felt bigger(which is amazing since it's smaller then my dorm room!), I felt safe and all because of some new bedding?! It's awesome how sometimes the simplest of things like a change of sheets can make a person feel so much better, make their heart lighter and spread an uncontrollable smile across their face.
I get like this with a lot of things that shouldn't do that like getting school supplies, or in this case buying new bedding. I guess that makes me really weird huh? Well, oh well I'm weird; my bedding puts me in a great mood and makes me feel safe.
XXX ILY times a Million NikkieSharpie XXX
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
I Want To Do Nothing.
Hello KooKooBabes!
A few weeks ago I got let go from a summer job that I was training for, and I was so happy. Sure, rejection and being let go is embarrassing and public so it made me uncomfortable but in a way I was happy it happened. I did two days of training and realized that I didn't want to work there, I was not like the people I was training with, I didn't care about it. Why even apply if the first place? You ask, well this is what hit me; It had an expiration. I didn't want to do that retail job forever, no it started in the beginning of summer and ended when I went back to school. It wasn't a constant thing it was like milk; once it was expired, there wasn't any chance going back. This made me realize I want to do something with my life that isn't always the same. I don't want to work an office job, a typical 9-5, I would honestly go insane!
This made me touch on several topics like what am I doing with my life? I'm going to school for Event planning, its a topic I love and I'm good at but I love it because it always changes! Every event is different, even if it's the same event every year you change things every time. It is not a constant thing; yes it is planning events over and over but its a different one every time which I love. Except, do I want to do this for the rest of my life? I have no clue I do want to do it for a long time but I also want to do a million other things!
Where I want to live is also a topic-this issue of being let go- that became apparent. I had always said I wanted to live in California. I wanted to build my own house in the Palisades, have a cabin up in Lake Arrowhead, raise a family, have nice things, give my children and husband the world, live a damn near perfect life. Getting rejected from my dream California school last year also-in a way-rejected the whole idea of California from my mind completely and, I hate how that happened. Florida is great I really like it, but it doesn't have what I want. New York I also love but it's cold and I can't stand that where I live currently is so far from everything. California has been where I wanted to be for nearly seven years now how could I ever lose that dream! Last week someone asked me where I wanted to be in ten years, you know what I said? 'Where ever my husband is I will be happy' I'M SINGLE.
How insane does that sound?! I'm 19 I don't have a boyfriend or anyone tying me down, I wanted to do a million things and I lost sight of that. I'm glad I was let go, I really truly am, because it opened my eyes to what I was forgetting and what I really wanted in life. Which is to be happily married, with children, owning my own company, in my custom made home. Oh and did I forget to say, it's in California.
XXX ILY Times a Million! NikkieSharpie XXX
This made me touch on several topics like what am I doing with my life? I'm going to school for Event planning, its a topic I love and I'm good at but I love it because it always changes! Every event is different, even if it's the same event every year you change things every time. It is not a constant thing; yes it is planning events over and over but its a different one every time which I love. Except, do I want to do this for the rest of my life? I have no clue I do want to do it for a long time but I also want to do a million other things!
Where I want to live is also a topic-this issue of being let go- that became apparent. I had always said I wanted to live in California. I wanted to build my own house in the Palisades, have a cabin up in Lake Arrowhead, raise a family, have nice things, give my children and husband the world, live a damn near perfect life. Getting rejected from my dream California school last year also-in a way-rejected the whole idea of California from my mind completely and, I hate how that happened. Florida is great I really like it, but it doesn't have what I want. New York I also love but it's cold and I can't stand that where I live currently is so far from everything. California has been where I wanted to be for nearly seven years now how could I ever lose that dream! Last week someone asked me where I wanted to be in ten years, you know what I said? 'Where ever my husband is I will be happy' I'M SINGLE.
How insane does that sound?! I'm 19 I don't have a boyfriend or anyone tying me down, I wanted to do a million things and I lost sight of that. I'm glad I was let go, I really truly am, because it opened my eyes to what I was forgetting and what I really wanted in life. Which is to be happily married, with children, owning my own company, in my custom made home. Oh and did I forget to say, it's in California.
XXX ILY Times a Million! NikkieSharpie XXX
Wednesday, April 23, 2014
Is This a Blessing or a Curse?
Hello KooKooBabes!
Ok, so this is something that has recently come to my attention and I need to talk about it ASAP! I said in my first post how some of these aren't going to be for the fait-hearted and this is one of those posts. If you don't like the discussion of sexual activity please close this now and wait until my next post which will be a little more reserved.
This past week I have been ask by not one or two but four males if I would partake in oral sex with them. Plain and simple; I've been asked to get on my knees and blow four different times by four different guys! Two of them are repeat offenders, they were males that I had "fun" with in my first semester here in college one is a guy I've been having cuddle sessions with on occasion and the other is a guy who I haven't done anything with ever. Two of them asked me in the same exact night! I started to think and I wondered "Is God blessing me?" male attention is something I don't get that often so when it happens I'm not only happy but I'm shocked. Except, I thought more about this and then started to wonder "Or is God telling me this is what people think about me?" Do men think I am easy, do they think I'm willing to get on my knees just because they ask for it? Maybe it's like Mae West said in "She done him wrong" which was "When Women go wrong men go right after them". Maybe my past actions have made me more appealing to the male population?! How does that even work?!
If you are wondering I said no to all of them! This has thoroughly confused me, I've barley spoken to these guys like ever and now their all asking for a blow job in the course of three days?! I'm not sure if this is Gods way of saying that things are looking better and that some guys still want me, or if he's trying to tell me to slow my roll because the title I'm getting isn't a good one. All and all I'm confused and remaining on my feet and not my knees for a little while.
XXX ILY times a Million! NikkieSharpie XXX
Ok, so this is something that has recently come to my attention and I need to talk about it ASAP! I said in my first post how some of these aren't going to be for the fait-hearted and this is one of those posts. If you don't like the discussion of sexual activity please close this now and wait until my next post which will be a little more reserved.
This past week I have been ask by not one or two but four males if I would partake in oral sex with them. Plain and simple; I've been asked to get on my knees and blow four different times by four different guys! Two of them are repeat offenders, they were males that I had "fun" with in my first semester here in college one is a guy I've been having cuddle sessions with on occasion and the other is a guy who I haven't done anything with ever. Two of them asked me in the same exact night! I started to think and I wondered "Is God blessing me?" male attention is something I don't get that often so when it happens I'm not only happy but I'm shocked. Except, I thought more about this and then started to wonder "Or is God telling me this is what people think about me?" Do men think I am easy, do they think I'm willing to get on my knees just because they ask for it? Maybe it's like Mae West said in "She done him wrong" which was "When Women go wrong men go right after them". Maybe my past actions have made me more appealing to the male population?! How does that even work?!
If you are wondering I said no to all of them! This has thoroughly confused me, I've barley spoken to these guys like ever and now their all asking for a blow job in the course of three days?! I'm not sure if this is Gods way of saying that things are looking better and that some guys still want me, or if he's trying to tell me to slow my roll because the title I'm getting isn't a good one. All and all I'm confused and remaining on my feet and not my knees for a little while.
XXX ILY times a Million! NikkieSharpie XXX
Sunday, April 20, 2014
He Has Risen and so has my Caffeine Intake!
Welcome to my new blog! I've decided to start blogging because sometimes it is easier to type it out then pull out the cannon and start to film. This is also going to be place where I post things I wouldn't necessarily feel comfortable posting to YouTube. Some posts might not be for the faint hearted so I'm warning you now! Todays blog isn't going to be as intense but it is all about todays holiday of Easter and how the Lord is great and risen!
*I will star off by saying that I did just get back into my faith as a Roman Catholic but still old habits die hard.*
Easter is the celebration and remembrance of Christ and how he was crucified on the cross and then he had risen and been resurrected. The lord sacrificed himself for us and our sins and I think that is amazing and incredibly humbling. In typical Roman Catholic faith on Ash Wednesday we sacrifice something for him the way he sacrificed for us. We give this specific thing-or things-up for 40days and 40nights. Usually it's red meat or sweets or anything indulgent, I decided to partake in Ash Wednesday for the first time in a while and I kicked it off with a bang; I gave up Starbucks. If anyone reading this knows me-which I think a lot of you do-I am a Starbucks addict! I love the stuff, it is my own personal crack and I am in a serious relationship with it. He sacrificed for me and my sins so I decided I could take a break from my caffeinated relationship for a little over a month and sacrifice for him. It hasn't been easy, and yes they do give cheat days and I did take three of those sundays to have a Venti Passion Fruit Lemonade Iced Tea but whenever during the week I didn't think I could handle the day without Starbucks I remembered how The Lord can't have these things, he can't do these things, because he gave it up for me. The least I could do is take a little over a month to feel the way he did. It is a humbling holiday and time. To think one man giving himself up for myself is just awesome and I am grateful that he has done this for me! I thank him everyday and everyday he is in my heart keeping me going, and after today he is in my starbucks as a reminder of what he gave me!
As I sit here sipping on my first Grande Iced White Mocha with whip in far to long I think back at all the things not only God, but others(Like my parents or friends or loved ones)have given up for me and I am brought to tears because that is a whole slew of people willing to put me first. I have done the same for others and will continue to do so until my last day but it is still amazing how there is still good in the world. People are still good and things are still up and on the bright side and there is a little bit of God and Good in everyone. Final thoughts on Easter; God is Good and so is Starbucks!
XXX ILY times a million! NikkieSharpie XXX
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