Everything is Everything. What is Meant to be will Be.

I go by alot of names these days, but 24 years ago, I was named Nicole. That, or a variation thereof will do.

I'm rotten with money. I need sound, at almost all times. Silence can drive me up the wall.

I wanted to be an astronaut, when I was a kid, til I was about 12, and realized my science and math would never be up to par. I became an artsy type, wrote poetry, acted, stage managed, and so on. I've been doing alot of those things since.

I went to university and dropped out, due to a major depressive episode. I got better, but lost alot of confidence. I'm just geting back into school now, with former mistakes in mind, and vague hopes for the future.

I live in Toronto, in a section of town known as "the Ghetto" or "Boys Town". It's what I consider to be the best community in the city. My building is round. I find this oddly fitting.

I have an evil cat, a roommate and a boyfriend.

Hiding was left to collect dust for a time, but I hope to continue along at it. I like having a place to spit out random thoughts. So, the experiment continues.