Past and Future Me

This last week or so I've been hating past me, and for good reason. All of a sudden I feel like present me doesn't have to worry about the consequences of my choices, that's future Nikki's problem. Oh except hello, it really is my problem because I'm not someone else who isn't affected by my decisions. There's some crazy crap going on in my head. For real.

Like the other day I wore shorts,sandals and a short sleeve shirt. Me in the present is thinking: Hey it's so summery and awesome outside, how could you not be wearing this outfit right now? It's like the surface of the sun out there and I can't imagine the temperature going below this perfect 80 degrees. If it gets cold later and you get hypothermia, well that's all future Nikki's deal. How do I think that this is ok? As you can guess I was freezing my a off and pretty pissed off at past Nikki.

So, future Nikki that will be past Nikki when I make these bonehead judgements:stop being insane and think you can do whatever you want. I can't afford to pay for the consequences of being unprepared for tests,unfinished homework, and basically being naked when temperatures drop to 40 degrees.

Since I've been so harsh to future/past me, I just wanted future Nikki to know that present Nikki wishes her a happy cumpleanos in two days! Congrats, you!

Burnin' Up For You Baby

I can't keep this in any longer guys, I have a new number one. For those of you who keep up with my top five, you may have thought I would have never taken the coveted number one spot away from Mr. Ryan Reynolds. And neither did I, come on, look at him.

But, I have to say there's someone that does it for me more now. William Levy.

I... just can't even describe how much I love this guy. And if you still question his beauty watch this video he did with J.Lo.

Praying to the Hair Gods

You know what's a bad look for a guy? Being bald. You know what's an even worse look for a woman? Being bald. Lately I feel like I've been losing hair left and right. Every time I take a shower I feel like I'm moments closer to my fate of being a baldy. I can't rock that look, I mean it'd be one thing I could look like Demi Moore on G.I. Jane, where people raved over her natural beauty and thought she still looked awesome and bad a.

I know that I'd definitely look more like this guy though Maybe if this nightmare gets even worse I'll have to spring for a weave. By the way the girls on America's Next Top Model seasons 1-12 have made it seem, it looks like I'll be crying and making a huge melodramatic scene.

M.I.A., But Not Really.

I could lie to you and say that life is so great/busy that I've completely forgotten about Nikki Explains It All, but we all know the truth, or at least I do. So here's to whoever wonders about me nightly, as am sure many of you do. I promise to be around more so you can read all about the abstract ponderings of my mind that mostly consists of tv, and tv.

Hasta Luego.

Too Little, Too Late

Happy New Year everyone! I'm only 24-25 days late, but whatever, I've been Happy New Yeared in March, it was more uncomfortable then, I promise.

Usually I'm not the optimistic type who thinks that just because the number at the end of 200_ changes, that I'll miraculously become this generous, caring, emotion filled, twilight zone Nikki. But I must admit I made a goals list for 2011. Here's a sneak peek.

-Be Healthy, Bitch!
- Homemaker? That question mark will probably justify as an incomplete.
-Move OUT
Ok, the rest of the list is pretty boring, so I won't make you read anymore of it.





Another exciting/miserable milestone happened about a week ago. Spain. Did that really happen an entire year ago? I don't think it did, because I would never leave such a marvelous place where I had the best times of my life with my best 11 friends.

This year is shaping up already though. I went to the Sundance film festival where I saw more famous people than I probably will my entire life. James Franco, Michael Vartan, or Rick Fox didn't ask me to marry them, but I'll blame that on my hat that covered 3/4 of my face.

See? I can only blame myself



Let's hope the next eleven months of blog posts aren't so lame.

A Festivus For The Rest of Us!

Ah Christmas. It's one of my favorite times of the year. That special time when I can make people give me gifts without feeling bad about it (not that I ever do). How could it not be anyone's number one holiday?
I kept expecting that saying of "it's better to give than recieve" to kick in, especially now that I'm an adult (yeah right),but to no avail.I'm still going strong with the mentality that nothing can top the feeling of seeing present after present with my name on it(even if my mom spells my name wrong, it's kind of a tradition in my mind though).
I get to open my presents at midnight on the 24th because that's what they do where my mom and dad are from, thank you Hispanic roots! That makes me feel slightly superior than everyone. This tradition is genius, I'm definitely not a morning person, no amount of anticipation would ever get me to wake up before 10, let's make it 11. So really I've lucked out, open presents at midnight, then sleep until 11, watch tv until my body has basically decomposed, and eat crap all day. It's really a Merry Christmas in the Noguera household.

A song dedicated to me

Last night I was feeling down and Katy Perry's song "Firework" came on. It's like she was basically saying I know you are hating Microbiology and boys but you're still awesome Nikki. Thanks Katy, I know you were thinking about me when you wrote this because you sing about everything I'm feeling right now. Plus she talks about the fourth of July, which is one of my favorite holidays, and she compares me to a firework, which she must know I love.




On another note, HP 7 was AWESOME! It had me stupefied.