Stubborn Delight

5.09.2014

Share the Real

Two of my favorite bloggers (Brielle and Kylee) wrote about "sharing the real" on their blogs today. And two is a lot, because as you can tell from my follower count and my lack of commenting, I don't read as many blogs as I want to. Sharing the real, however, is something that I used to really really struggle with. My friends had blogs that were beautiful and their lives were so fun and great! It's when I realized how fake some of these people were online, that I decided to not be that way...as much.

“Which is the true nightmare, the horrific dream that you have in your sleep or the dissatisfied reality that awaits you when you awake?”

-Justin Alcala

Why are we so afraid of reality? Why can't we accept what is real? Is it bad that we don't..?

I've stopped writing as often and stopped caring as much about what I write and how it might make others mad. But even then, I never put unflattering pictures on here. I mean, gosh, I never thought about it, but as far as y'all can tell, I'm pretty cute! So here it is. This is the picture that caused my husband to nickname me Princess Plumpy. This picture has been hidden in the deep recess of Facebook. When I found this picture after years of pretending it never happened, I thought for sure that I had set it on fire with pure mind power. Unfortunately, that would mean setting the internet on fire, and I don't really know how to do that.

As I scoured to find this picture, I thought to myself: I can't believe I'm doing this. I even deleted the previous paragraph, but then ctrl-z'd it back into existence. I'm not telling you which one is me. Okay fine, I'm the one with the bad dye job.

By the way, my friends are great.

I wore those pants a lot. Like every day. I was trying to be modest. I wasn't completely invested in the LDS church back then, and wearing modest clothes was made easier only because of my insecurities with my body. So, I took my favorite pants, and hacked them off at the knees. Look! Shorts. Oh boy. The purple shirt was a hand-me-down from a girl that was going on a mission to Germany. I had dyed my hair for the first time for a play I was in, but the deep red on stage wasn't the red I got in the sunlight. And that face... *sigh* that is my sexy face.

To be honest, I don't know if I have a crazy pretend life on here, but I always clean my apartment before taking pictures, and cover my zits before selfies. I untag myself in unflattering picture on Facebook, and I keep my toot jokes to myself when it comes to twitter. So, to my few followers (less on bloglovin'..less on Facebook...and even less on twitter), let's stop pretending that our social media us is real, because it's not. I'm not saying it's the worst in the world to be fake online. Quite frankly, I don't really know. But let's at least accept that it is fake. Okay? And let's realize that we don't have to be that way.

5.06.2014

Nature Nerds

Taylor and I are turning into the N&N Squad this summer. That's right! We are going to be nature nerds. We're already nerds, so we're halfway there! Logan is so pretty in the summer, and both of us used to do so stuff outside all the time. I used to hike bridal veil falls almost daily and Taylor used to swim in creeks (cricks) and stuff all the time.There's no reason we can't be like that now! If anyone is from Logan, or anywhere in Idaho or Utah, let us know of any hikes, nature trails or rivers that we should visit.

Hopefully this goal won't fizzle, because we really enjoy it. Plus, we play this game called "Senior Pictures" where we take senior pictures of each other. Okay, we need to come up with more creative names for our games.

This isn't a "Senior Pictures" pic. It's more like a candid sexy one.

5.04.2014

Star Wars vs Audrey: What to Celebrate

May the fourth be with you? Or would you rather take after Google and celebrate the 85th birthday of Audrey Hepburn?

And that's what I have to say about that.

5.01.2014

#Selfie and Why I Don't Hate It

1950: Remember the conical bra? I don't really, because I wasn't born yet when they were "in."

1960: Lava lamps, on the other hand, are still around. They're not as popular or cool as they were in the '60s, but whatever.

1970: Disco will never die! Kinda...

1980: . . .

1990: Remember the pants we all wore in the 90's? Yeah. Thanks mom.

2000: I definitely was a part of the stripey hair fad. Back when highlights didn't have to blend in.

Now: #Selfie

If you haven't guessed by now, and I'm sure you have, I'm trying to show that things fade in and out. Personally, I like to be involved with fads! I want to be the mom that's like, "Yeah. I had one of those cone bras. I rocked it." But I understand why others don't. Fads can be completely ridiculous to amazing to dangerous. And yes, selfies are 100% egotistical and a narcissistic, but you know what?

"I took so many stupid selfies. Wanna see?"

(laughs) "Yeah mom! Oh my goodness! Look at all these? There's so many of them! Man, what a weird time!"

So, that's that. BOOM!

4.23.2014

Diana Ross and the Supremes

I'm Diana Ross. I'm basically a mirror image if we don't count hair and eye color, nose size, weight, height, and facial structure Oh, and skin color. Although, I try not to see skin color, because I am not a racist. (That's right. I italicized "not." For emphasis, not sarcasm! Sheesh.)
This is a poorly taken and outdated picture of my Supremes:

You can tell it's outdated because there's falling leaves and I'm blonde. I'm hidden. But I'm blonde.

The first and only clash of the Trebles took place last night in the Performance Hall here at Utah State. It was us versus a choir of flutes. A flute choir. I didn't know that a choir could be anything other than singers, and quite frankly, I'm still not sure. But that's what they call themselves, so it must be okay. There were no winners, only survivors. And because it was an event with only well to mildly well-behaved women involved, everyone survived.

(Ashley, Me) One of my favorite Supremes.

The point I'm trying to make is that I sang my very first solo that I'm really proud of! In honor of The Beatles 50th Anniversary (I think), we sang "All My Lovin.'" I sang the second verse by myself, with a MICROPHONE, to a roaring crowd of 30? people. I rocked it.

You may be saying, "But Nikole, you have soloed before and in front of larger crowds for longer periods of time." Yes, imaginary reader, you are right. But I sang a Beatles song in my real Nikole voice, completely by myself, backed up by a beautiful choir, at a University. That makes this experience different. And I'm pretty proud of it.

No cameras allowed in the auditorium means a reenactment picture in the lobby. I was much cuter in the real performance, I swear! But hey, the old ladies are diggin' it.

One more nerd picture for good measure.

4.15.2014

Lumpy Space Skirt

I lumping love my lumping new space skirt. (If you don't get it by now, don't worry about it.) And this is as close as it gets to a fashion post.

Dear Space Skirt,

I saw you several months ago for the first time. I checked you out...I'll admit it. You were hot, but kind of weird. Who would fall for you? You're shiny, pleated, short, and elastic! On top of that, you cost almost $40! I knew that soon enough your expectations would fall. You could hang there and pretend people would like you enough to pay, but we both knew the truth. Sure enough, two months later I saw you again. You had moved from your beautiful, clean place in a great location, to the sketchy, gross, pile-up place in the back of the store. The clearance rack. You were on the clearance rack.

I picked you up for a quick six dollars. I took you home. I loved you like no one else ever would. And I will continue to do so. Because you are my space skirt. And together, we will create our own fashion.

Love,

Nikole

4.04.2014

We've heard ENOUGH about silks!

I know that everyone is sick of silks. But Tarzan is over now and with my muscles slowly melting away and my fat cells growing again, I thought I'd better share some pictures before I turn into a blob. Oh, and because I'm Nikole, I'll probably add effects that actually make the photos a little less cool. I can't help it! I'm addicted.