My New Goal

It's weird thinking that when I wrote that last blog, it was May. An entire summer has shot by us, and Jack Layton, who led the NDP to win more seats than ever before in Canadian federal elections has passed away.  Boy, was I angry (about Harper, I mean).  Truly, nothing ever changes in Canadian politics. We just expect and accept the stupid.  It is very sad about Layton, however.  I don't endorse any particular political party normally, but the guy himself had a heart and mindset that truly was for that of the people, and the incredible response of the Canadian people to his death speaks to that.

I'm not an emotional rollercoaster today, and it's probably because this hot, hot summer and working central air has left me knowingly a bit spoiled.

I've started a blog for quirky little tips that come to mind about anything under the sun, and it's called Tips from Your Mom.  (Sing its title along to "Hits from the Bong" and you'll get it, girlfriend.)  With this, I am creating a challenge for myself.  Come up with something at least slightly useful to people a minimum of once per day.  At the same time, I am challenging myself to run my thoughts off like a crazy person as usual on this, the one, the only Comma Toes Blog.  I hope you'll read and subscribe to both, and if you don't, well you're not having my babies anymore.  I promise to be less caustic, at least in 30% of the entries on this blog.  That is how much you mean to me.  Also, I am considering vlogging, if I can wrap my head around letting people see me talking to a camera without a ninja mask on.  It's something I'm not sure I'm ready for, but we internuts all have to try it before we die, else we remain in the dreaded purgatory of bland internet personalities come and gone.

And before I go, here is a picture containing a part of my cat, because after all this is Nikki Commatose's blog, and ain't no Comma Toes blog without a Rico Cat.

"I'm back, babies." - Slimebag Rico

Hopefully I live. But who knows!

I didn't get a tetanus shot and I still feel like my leg (the part that doesn't have the cut on it) has a giant bruise, and my arm too, and for the past hour all I can smell is copper. So if I hemorrhage and die in the next couple of hours, it's because I really wanted to move my bed to the other side of the room a couple days ago.

Fuckdamn!

What a monumental day in the history of the world. And I mean that. I really hope this administration does a lot of good for America and the rest of us.

My teeth remind me of white, oversized corn niblets.

Sushi is good, but it is very filling.

Happy birthday, Papa. As always, we miss you.

Panic

Whenever people meet me, and subsequently meet my blog, they try blogging. It's this thing they do. And no one ever has the staying power.

And lately, I, too, am losing my lustre. When life gets happy, the stories, they get boring. But worry not, kids. I'll be back in school in just two short months, and as such, I'll be as miserable and tormented as ever before!

There are people who blog about 80x a week, out there. Why do people want to read about them? What makes them interesting? Is it because a musician they liked, who blogs, linked to them once? If someone can tell me how to make a reasonable living being a blogging celebrity without lifting my shirt or dropping my pants, I swear I'll do it.

I was listening to music from my mp3 player today (as opposed to from the radio, which has become my norm) and I must recommend a few songs. If you have not heard them, well then, you really should, especially *.

• Ben Folds - Landed *
  
• The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - 10x10 *
  
• The Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Down Boy
• The Dears - Autonomy
  

Do we all talk to ourselves in our cars, in our rooms, in our kitchens when we think everyone's asleep and then your cousin walks up behind you and whispers, "BOO!" and scares the shit out of you because you live in an apartment with non-squeaking floors and plenty of carpet? Because, as it happens, I sure do! Today I got out of my car saying, "God. My music fuckin' rules!" One day someone's going to hear me.

Headphones on, listening to nothing.

deathstar rocketboot. says:
your voice is so sexy hahaha
deathstar rocketboot. says:
god damnit
Nik says:
lol what
deathstar rocketboot. says:
you should be one mof those girls who talks on the phone late at night
Nik says:
hahahahha
deathstar rocketboot. says:
your voice! its super sexy haha
Nik says:
well if HR doesn't work out
Nik says:
i've got a lucrative career at Quest ahead of me

My cute little niece came along with my parents to visit me today. They all got me out of my "can't do my assignment til Andrew gets home from work" blues. Macy's facial expressions as she watches the fish dart around in the aquarium in my living room is priceless.

How are my days being spent lately? Looking for furniture and cars on Kijiji, writing resumes, sleeping little, working, and spending my days at school scratching my head wondering if any of this is actually real to any degree.

And yes, the rumours are true. Today while walking down the hall, someone did yell the words "NIKKI IS AWESOME!"

I don't disagree for a moment with that claim.

SOLD!

I haggled the shit out of (thesaurus says "hammered out a deal with") a guy today, and my steadfastness went the distance. My bass amplifier with its limited memories and 70 pounds of weight are now gone from my life; replacing it, a small pile of twenty dollar bills which I plan to sleep on tonight.

Went to a show last night. I hate to admit it but my professor was half right about something: Ale House beer does taste like piss, but only sometimes. Also, I think I hate beer.

I just swindled Goran into hanging out tonight. Read and learn.

Goran says:
you work tonight?
Nik says:
yes
Goran says:
FUCK
Goran says:
call in sick
Goran says:
i want wings
Goran says:
let's do dinner
Nik says:
okay let's do it.
Nik says:
because I do not work.

And that's how you do it, folks!!

You've come a long way, baby.

I haven't typed in some of my passwords in so long that once my cache decides to kill itself, I'll never be able to log in again.

Did my speech, blew the professor away. I have "the presence of a stand-up comic" and my sense of humour is "great". Both, true stories.

I hate to admit it, but compliments give me a bit of a turbo charge. I was like Robin Williams for the next few hours, hairy and surely annoying the shit out of anyone who tried to get a word in. If there's one thing I learned today, it's that any witticism that bombs is easily revived by muttering "If you're from Welland*, that's a funnier joke."

* Replaceable with name of your own quirky hometown

I also inspired some idiot to want to move to Toronto, which wasn't the point (nor was it even close) at all. She's the flighty daughter of a gypsy/Jehovah's Witness (seriously), speaking Mother Goose rhymes in her space-cadet voice. She's going to be eaten alive. But maybe then we won't have to deal with her anymore. These Lose-Win situations always come up roses on my end of the bargain.

Okay so I rule

Shine

Click on "Canada's Flair for Diverse Hair", zoom in and take a look-see who's second from the bottom-left.

That's right. Famous. Online nameless famous. I win.