Nicky Nu
Archive for June 2007
I am capable.
It seems like no matter how many times I’ve proven my abilities, people still think I am incapable. One of the biggest examples of this that I can think of is my physical strength. I’m a pretty strong girl and I enjoy acitivities/work that involve heavy, manual labor. The men in my life have seen me in action on many occasions, yet still question my abilitity to do things. I’ll help them when they need help lugging around [often times very] heavy items, I’ll do hard yard work all day long, but then when the next situation arrises, they try to take over things or help me out when I can do it myself. That doesn’t make sense to me. Just because I am a girl does not mean I am not able to do “manly” things. And the men in my life should know that. They’ve seen my capabilities, so they should KNOW my capabilities. I am in no way a feminist. I realize that, in general, men are built physically stronger than females. It’s natural. But girls are capable beings also, and they shouldn’t be treated like little porcelean dolls.
This leads me to a question for anyone who may be reading this. Do you ever feel like I do? Have you proven yourself capable of doing something (whatever that something may be), but for whatever reason, have people question your abilities?
Yo.
I just checked my grades online today and it looks like that one B has now been changed to an A. Woo. I ended up calling her a couple weeks back and after a lot of convincing, I got her to agree to change the grade. She was still stubborn as all and refused to acknowledge the points she [shouldn't have] deducted from my exams, but it still ended up working out… Turns out that these two homework assignments I didn’t turn in (but had completed) lost me two points, which brought me down to a B. She told us that homework wasn’t graded so I figured I wouldn’t even bother handing them in late even though I had done them. It’s not like me not to do homework, just so you know. The one assignment I wasn’t there for so I had to do it late.. and the other I did try to complete but was not able to until a couple weeks after it was due (it involved interviewing a child care professional and I was having trouble reaching one). But anyway, that’s all water under the bridge now because my grade has been changed and that, as Martha Stewart would say, is a good thing.
Aunt Flo has graced me with her presence so I am now suffering from a nice headache and these annoying cramps. I’m sure it will be a lot worse tomorrow. The first full day of her visit is usually always the worse.
I think my boyfriend wants me to go with him to work tomorrow and help him out. He also wants to introduce me to an aunt and cousin of his. That should be cool. Speaking of him, right now I’m waiting for him to get back from work. Poor thing; he’s been very busing working all day. I did get quite a few chores done for him, though, so that should help him out a bit. 
Oh god, last night I was so close to socking his mom in the face. We were picking up where we left off in Final Destination 3 — We had left off at this scene with two nimrod chicks that get naked and I made a comment like “I’d rather not see this scene again” and for some reason his mom thinks I’m saying that I WANT to see them. And at first I’m laughing and going “No, I said I would rather not see them” and then she starts questioning if I am gay or whatnot.. and my boyfriend starts teasing me. I remember he said something like, I like them [boobs] big, especially if the nipples are big. Then his brother got involved in the teasing. I was fine and dandy with it because they were just joking, but his mom was buying into it. She was like “Are you LIKE THAT?” And I’m like “No *laughs*” Then she kept questioning me. and I kept repeating “NO.” Eventually I was starting to get pretty pissed off and I started replying with sarcastic comments like “Yeah [I'm gay], didn’t you know your son is a girl?” and “Maybe I should speak Spanish” (you know, because she obviously wasn’t understanding English). I got sick of all the questioning and the looks of disgust so I got up and went on the computer to check e-mails. Then she was still going on about that shit. She was asking about lesbian crap, and then, OMG, a stroke of genius hit her and she asked about swinging both ways (which I don’t do either, and I told her that). So after a few more bitchy words from myself, I left because this lady was really starting to aggravate me. Seriously. I can only take so much. I hate false things being said about me. I especially hate it when it’s coming from someone who already pisses me off. I find myself wanting to snap at her a lot; she is a clone of my mother in so many ways. :/ Its funny, though, because she actually likes me and my boyfriend told me she usually hates his girlfriends… haha. Who knows if she likes me anymore, now that she knows I like to munch on carpets. Ha. *rolls eyes*
I want to apologize for the lack of updates again. Life’s been pretty busy, but I will try to get back in the swing of things soon.
I am Nicole. I care deeply. I am obsessive. I am as persistent as they come. I am also as honest. I'm usually quiet, but I have moments when I can't, or won't, shut up. I am picky when it comes to most things. I like humor that requires thought, but that doesn't mean I won't laugh at a fart. I am Nicole.
