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Name: Nikkie
Birthday: 11/11/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: trance, electornica, house music
Expertise: folding denim at AE
Occupation: Accountant, Sale Assoc (still)
Industry: Business
Message: message me
Member Since:
6/25/2003
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| I'm trying to capture my whole trip to India, and what better way than to blog about it on xanga!
however, i'm currently in the business lounge in Frankfurt, Germany, and this keyboard is throwing me off.
holy crap, i'm going to India. I N D I A! Tell me why it just dawned on me the day i leave, in the airport, not when packing (which i also did the morning i was to fly out).
my flight was AMAZING! I only say this bc flying business class is AWESOME! I'm spoiled forever! Plus, i watched "Om Shanti Om" which killed a great amount of time.
ok, its time to take advantage of the food in this lounge.
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| At 24 yrs old, i am spending 95% of my time
in a cube
in front of a computer
in my CPA review book
driving... to and from work
in the bathroom
sleeping in bed.
Hopefully, at 25 (gasps), the list won't be so bland, or the percentage will decrease.
Ah, to be young... and dull. 
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| Happy Birthday Stephen... you jerk!
don't forget to wear a seatbelt kids.
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| Well then... D.C. eh? funny. | | |
| I write this for Celeste and Celeste only. She pondered my where-abouts, and ponder no more. I am here. I usually comment on people's xangas, but i never update mine. I've got a couple of stalkers, some people who think they know all there is about me by reading this. But i usually write in here for myself, to jot down a memory i want to look back on. I'm working. and working. STILL working. i'm writing this entry from work actually. Note the time. It never ends. But that's ok. Its what i do, and yes it sucks, but that's the life i live. No point in whining. I'm also taking CPA review classes, which isn't going to well. I go straight there after work on Tuesdays and Thursdays for four hours. Its fast paced, and i lack the motivation to study on weekends, and i get home late on weekdays. I know, excuses. But eleven o'clock at night, my brain can't work. And sinc ei leave early those two days, i stay late the other days. | | |
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