nicole² [ニコール]

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"So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt."Posted at 12:02 AM Jun 2 view more

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nicole² [ニコール]
18 / Female
la la land, Illinois, US
Last Login: 10/11/2009

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Music Player

Interests

General
Music
Movies
Television
Books
Heroes

gregggyy

ewelynusia

carolynnn

swift easyy bby

raerae

mistyy

Schools

North Central College
- Naperville,IL
- Graduated: N/A
- Major: Biology
- Minor: Pyschology, French
2009 to Present
Lockport Township High School East
- Lockport,IL
- Graduated: 2009
- Student status: Alumni
- Degree: High School Diploma
2005 to 2009

Networking

Makeup and Model
Me and My Dads. Music Videos.
I write in my spare time.

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Latest Blog Entries

Dec 12, 2008 10:29 AM SURVEY
May 15, 2008 8:21 PM A rap song about me. 0_o
Apr 5, 2008 2:00 AM funny joke lulz
Jan 29, 2008 2:52 PM BF survey. 1/29/08
Jan 29, 2008 2:30 PM Love & Sunsets

Blurbs

About me:

haiku:
i is less than three
times u. inequality
of geek love.
-nicole

Every man is a suffering-machine and a happiness-machine combined. The two functions work together harmoniously, with a fine and delicate precision, on the give-and-take principle. For every happiness turned out in the one department the other stands ready to modify it with a sorrow or a pain - maybe a dozen. In most cases the man's life is about equally divided between happiness and unhappiness. When this is not the case the unhappiness predominates - always; never the other. Sometimes a man's make and disposition are such that his misery-machine is able to donearly all the business. Such a man goes through life almost ignorant of what happiness is. Everything he touches, everything he does, brings a misfortune upon him. You have seen such people? To that kind of a person life is not an advantage, is it? It is only a disaster. Sometimes for an hour's happiness a man's machinery makes him pay years of misery. Don't you know that?
- Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger