Lessons Learned: The Greatest Present Ever

Rooms got BitchNichole a Blythe Doll for graduation!!! Her name is Mademoiselle Rosebud. She is absolutely fabulous. BitchNichole couldn't be any happier.

Lessons Learned: CELEBRATIONS

WOOOOO BITCHNICHOLE JUST FINISHED HER LAST FINAL!!! IT'S TIME FOR A CELEBRATION

Lessons Learned: The Reply (Back on Track)

BitchNichole finally recieved a reply from P-Diddy aroud 6:30 yesterday evening. He yet again made claims that none of the requirements had been satifisfied, but explained that she would indeed graduate on Sunday and ended by saying "I don't think a B is unjustified at all."

The diva now thinks that P-Diddy is slightly crazy, but is back on track with her graduation plans.

Today: Packing and Present Shopping

Thursday: Chem Final, Pedicures, Wings, and Packing

Friday: Pretty Posse, Dad, Mom40, TheHorse, SquirrelAss, and PrincessMike come into town, Party

Saturday: Graduation WOOO, Dinner with the fam at BarrellBar, BitchParis and BitchNichole's graduation party, PARTY

Sunday: ROAD TRIP!!! BitchParis and BitchNichole leave for Illinois to chill with Kudla and others. Plans include: Girl talk, hair doin', and facial maskin' (the facial masks were Kudla's idea).

This is going to be one hell of a weekend! GOODBYE NEBRASKA!

Lessons Learned: What Costumes Shall the Poor Girl Wear to All Tomorrow's Parties?

BitchNichole woke up this morning with the feeling that she had been crying the entire night before. And then she remembered.

Yesterday she recieved an email from P-Diddy insinuating that she had not fullfilled the requirements for his class (huh?). She quickly burst into tears and fast, wrote him back explaining everything she had done for the class and verifying it with conversations they had previously had.

She has currently not recieved anything back from P-Diddy, but remains hopeful that she will still graduate next week.

Lessons Learned: I Can Almost See It Now

This past weekend was spent resting up for the dreaded finals week. The diva only has two finals, both of which will have no influence on her grades whatsoever. This message has been confirmed by both of her professors.

As a result BitchNichole has spent the entire day today psuedo-studying for her first-of-the-last final at Hastings Lake. While attempting to gather up her study materials to move on to the next location the diva dropped 2/3's of her papers into the hungry lake. She quick ran to the GC to make sure she still understood the material.

Wish her luck as she now exits 915 to take the exam.

Lessons Learned: Oops... I Think I Made Out With Your Boyfriend

BitchNichole woke up this morning to the lyrics of Loretta Lynn's Womens' Prison. As the song began to follow the story of a woman killing her man for cheating on him images from the last night/this morning began to fill her head:

For everyone that has been anxiously awaiting it... the diva finally completed her presentation for her Senior thesis project. YAY! Long story short - it was time to CELEBRATE.

With it being Thursday night there was only one place to go... Wings Night! BitchNichole got herself all dolled up and rushed to meet up with her favorite wings junkies. The boys seemed to be in quite a mood, they forgot her order and were out of pineapples - not a good celebratory dinner.

After a couple of hours of this jazz Rooms convinced BitchNichole that it was time to move on to the LatinoBar. When the girls got there they were surprised to see that they were the only females and the only English speakers in the establishment. They decided to play a game of pool and were approached by two gentleman that asked if the divas could speak Spanish. BitchNichole replied "No, but I do speak a little French. Do you speak French." The gentlemen shook their heads and pantamimed the fact that they would like to play the girls in a game. The divas agreed and played several games until their partners began to get a little too touchy feely. At which point they ran into two fellow HCers and improvised a scene with their new "boyfriends." After kissing her partner for a good two minutes Rooms pulled BitchNichole aside and offered some advice: "You'd better watch your back, he's got a serious girlfriend."

After the DD came to pick the ladies up they left the establishment with their new beaus to go on a little drive. Whether it was the fact that her own partner was a democrat (they are few and far between in Huskerville so if you find one you hold on tight), that he was slightly dreamy, or that his own story of love was so much like her own, BitchNichole started way digging this guy. Yet again she started kissing on this guy Junior High style.

When the group finally returned to 915 at 4:30 in the morning the new boyfriends left and BitchNichole gave her new buddy a peck and asked if he would be weirded out if she called him. He gave her a slight smile and replied that he would appreciate it if she would.

The diva retired to slumberland with pleasant thoughts of liberals in her head. However when she was awoken this morning to the wonderful vocals of Loretta she quickly sat up in bed hoping that her own story would not end in a similar fashion.

At present time the diva has no intentions to call her new buddy. When questioned she responded "I'd really rather not take a butt-kicking with only a week left."

Lessons Learned: I Wanna Be Free

Well she spent all day putting it off, but the diva finally finished the last paper of her colligiate career not five minutes ago.

Now all she has left is a quiz, a presentation, two finals, and a little thing known as graduation before she can leave Huskerville forever!

For all of you that are getting nervous invitations to graduation are being sent out tomorrow (which is technically today) YESSSSS!

Lessons Learned: The Dreaded Curse

Whether it was inspired by the fact that everyone around her is getting married, or the fact that she has to live at home this summer and is really nervous that this might be her first year without a summer love, the diva had a dream (or rather nightmare) involving the dreaded B-Curse.

Some call it the B-Tradition, others just say they're keeping it in the family, but to BitchNichole it can only be considered a curse. For those you not familiar with the B-Curse it is the tradition of B-Alumns dating and/or marrying fellow alumns.

BitchNichole has never understood this obsession, but they always seem to find each other and fall in love. The diva wishes not to disclose the name of the B-Alumn of her dreams out of complete mortification, but she will hint that he is the blackest Asian you will ever meet (no that's not Donnie, that would just be offensive).

When questioned about her feelings towards the dream the diva replied "I hope to never fall victim to this curse. There's not a single one worth my time."

Lessons Learned: A Trip Down Memory Lane

While listening to The Hippos tonight the diva started thinking about her first ever crush: Andrew.

She fell desperately in like with him in fifth grade when he gave her a hug on the last day of school. Their middle school puppy love hit its peak during a field trip to Disney World where they held hands on one of the rides and the young diva realized that if every boy could give her this feeling she would a boy addict for the rest of her life. However, when one of his buddies approached her and asked if she would go with Andrew she chickened out and said "Ew... no way!"

Needless to say their romance fizzled out after this and things got much worse when she attempted to kiss him her sophmore year in high school and he literally ran away.

After her Junior prom he asked her to sneak away with him claiming that he was in no way drunk and had always really liked her, but she turned him down. And that was there last ever chance at romance. He did, however, leave her his wallet chain in his senior will.

Last she heard he had dropped out of school and joined the army. He was a cool dude, and a really good artist. Anyone know what happened to Andrew?

This is why the diva shouldn't listen to music from high school.

Lessons Learned: I'm a Fire Starter

Tonight our herione, BitchNichole, started a slight fire in apartment 915. She had a hankering for macaroni Grandma style. However it looks like she might have left her brain at Zero Class last night, because she ruined her meal and four stove top covers. Uh oh! How is the diva ever going to live alone?

BitchNichole: I don't know how it happened!

Okay, they weren't exactly firemen, but they looked pretty sexy and they came to investigate the smokey smell, so the diva felt satisfied.

This is why BitchNichole should never pursue a career as a homemaker.

Jack-O-Bits confronts BitchNichole on her stupidity.

In other news:

This was the only kiss that the diva shared with the Vince Vaghn look alike. He got angry after she said Pearl Jam sucked and said he would never make out with her but agreed to take this picture for the blog. But it kind of looks like they are both really into it.

Lessons Learned: Almost An Adult?

BitchNichole is almost an adult. Yes she probably has another good five years before she won't need her Mom40 and Dad to take care of her, but the thought has been crossing her mind that soon she will be completely on her own and free to do whatever she pleases.

So, here's the poll:

When the diva is completely financially independent should she get a tat on her inner ankle? Don't respond yet... keep in mind that she is an artist and it will be well hidden.

Alright what's the response on this?

Lessons Learned: My New Crushes (Jonathan and Ryan Edition)

Oh Jonathan Ames I Dig You More Than You Know. I seriously want to make out with you. Unfortunately you are 20 years my senior and something tells me that might kind of gross you out a bit, but your sordid past of tranny-love makes me think I still have a chance.

Ryan Adams, you only have 10 years on me which makes us pretty much perfect for each other. I'm way digging on you. I am attracted to your heart break. You had me with the harmonica and won me over with the lyrics. Let's make out.

Lessons Learned: The Day Mr. Belding Came to Campus

This last week Dennis Haskins, the "beloved" principle from Saved By the Bell and the equally as good Saved By the Bell: The New Class graced the Hastings College campus with his presence.

His mediocre speech was only surpassed in greatness by his inappropriate comments and groping of the young female HC students.

Sounds like someone's having a midlife crisis.

Mr. Feeny wouldn't have pulled any of these hijinks.