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Name: Carol Nomi
Country: Iceland
Birthday: 2/15/1984
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Thursday, August 27, 2009

(knock... knock...?)

~ hello? is anybody home...?

i feel like i'm walking into an old home where my things are where they're supposed to be, but looks strangely not mine. 

i've moved. to here: www.secondwinds.wordpress.com.

=) okay, now i'm going to leave again. bye~ <3


Thursday, August 09, 2007

Currently Listening
Get Lifted
By John Legend
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What time is it?

Some say as time goes by, people change. Others say, seasons change, but people don't.

I'd like to think that deep inside-even if it's really deep-people don't change. Perhaps that's why I cling to the past so much. My friends, even the really old ones, remain vivid in my memory. But isn't it sad how you find yourself with nothing to say to them? All you're left with is a bunch of old memories from the past that you can chew over for so long. It seems more difficult to rekindle old friendships than to start fresh ones. It makes me sad to think that some of my good friends will end up being pieces of one huge episode of nostalgia. So, I guess it's no longer a matter of people changing on you, but rather you missing out on important events in their lives.

Q.E.D.

 


Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Things I don't get...

I don't get why we have to "earn" our sick hours at work. Why can't we just say we get x number of sick hours for the start of the year? I don't understand this 1.65 hrs per 2 weeks crap... so random. I remember during tax season thinking, gosh if I were to get sick today, I wouldnt even have enough sick hours to get me through one day. Where is the sense in that?

I wish I could work for a company that didn't have a professional dresscode. As long as I do what I do well and look clean, that should suffice. I really hate wearing heals to work. And 90% of the time, I don't see any clients. So, I'm pretty much looking good for my co-workers. There's a sad collection of work clothes out there. All they have is conservative crap like black, gray, cream, and shit. It's boring. Sometimes I feel like screwing it all and buying a HOT PINK shirt and be like BAM, accounting. Why can't people make work clothes more unique and colorful? Bottom-line is... attire does a lot for my mood, and work clothes kill it for me.

My cat seems distressed. I wanna give him a haircut, but you have to make appointments and it can only be during the weekday. So I haven't really been able to get it done since I'm always at work. He's bored. It must suck doing nothing all day... sitting and eating. and sitting and eating. One time, he ate himself silly and threw up on my chair. It didn't smell good... He hasn't done it in a while, I hope. He seems to be shedding at the same rate as before, but I don't see where it's all going. Before, I used to always get this tickling feeling in my throat--from the fur I guess--but nowadays, I don't notice a thing. Am I becoming immune to cat hair? Or is he shedding less?

Why am I up this late? I had "ice cappachino" with some friends at Tea Station. What was in it? I feel sick--like I want to throw up, but can't. It's an uncomfortable feeling... I guess that's what I get for buying coffee at TEA station.. just like how I sometimes get orange chicken from cheesecake factory... It was one of our last gatherings together as a bunch. One of us is moving up north soon. How sad, it's like an end of an era... but a short one.. but an era nonetheless... I feel sick... Damn you "Trainee" waitress.. you should never be allowed to make beverages for anyone ever...


Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Excited for cereal

I am a slave at work. My happiest time of the day is when I walk to my car after finishing work. oh, such happiness... there aren't enough hours in a day to enjoy doing nothing. I tried running a mile yesterday. There are these two streets I always go down when I go to work cause it's lined with purple trees. It's a pretty nice walk/run. whatever. Finally get to see Deeders tomorrow. Hopefully I wont get trapped at work.

This may sound lame, but I'm excited to eat cereal tomorrow.


Monday, June 04, 2007

Yo Quiero Taco

I got my own fat orange cat on Thursday. His name is Taco. He's neutered. He's clawless and defenseless! He's purrfect. He's sleeping next to me leg right now with his belly up. I swear he's like a doggy that purrs. I've been having lots of fun with him, but the only bad thing about having a cat is all the cat hair. So I've tried buying those sticky rolling pins and vacuuming everyday etc. because I hate having cat hair stick to my clothes. HOW do people deal with this? I tried calling 4 Petcos about pet grooming and 3 of them said they don't groom cats anymore. I guess it's tough bathing and cutting kitty hair. They're so crazy... It's hard enough trying to stuff a cat into his travel cage. Taco had all fours on every side of the cage and we couldn't push him in. He's so tricky...

Yilei went back up to Monterey for the last time today. I can't believe that a year ago, Yilei was moving into Monterey. A year has gone by so quickly, it's astonishing! It's his graduation in about 1.5 weeks. Can't wait to fly up there for the last time. How sad...

I'm excited for this dining table I bought on Saturday. There was a backorder on this, so I won't be seeing it for about a month... but I think it's worth the wait. My mom really seems to like it, so I think the money was well spent. There are always things to buy around this house, sometimes I wonder when this place will look a little homier. Hopefully all my efforts don't go completely to waste. Oh, the cat is whimpering in his sleep. How cute. I had this dream last night which was kind of weird. I normally don't remember dreams, but I somehow remembered this one in the morning cause my ex was in it. And it was one of those dreams where you know you're dreaming. I think it may have been one of those flashback moments in my life... Well anyway, I concluded that the dream meant nothing, and it was just my brain trying to dig up old memories. Waking up to reality is sweeter than it used to be.

My cat just twitched. How cute.



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