3.28.2011

single digits.

People, we are now in the single digits.
9 days, and counting.
9 days until a very needed break.
9 days until a childhood dream comes true.
9 days until excitement boils over the top.
9 days until the magic begins.
9 days until my crave for photos is satisfied.
9 days until we feel real sunshine again.
9 days until my skin can smile once more.
9 days until a memorable experience.
9. more. days.
    then,
7 days of pure happiness;
may it last much longer.

3.27.2011

6; tall.

26 adjectives. 52 weeks of 2011. One descriptive word every two weeks. Check back to view my mother and I's interpretations.


left; Nicole Tucker
right; Lisa Tucker
6;26 tall

3.25.2011

found.

So I'm pretty sure I found a bit of my future.
A piece I'm especially excited for.
The album release of OWL CITY's new cd
"All Thing Bright and Beautiful" on May 17 June 14
&
shhhhh.. this is Top Secret:

his stop on his world tour in Orem, UT on July 13. 
the Date couldn't be more perfect.
pretty sure we've been waiting for this for years, it's fine.



I love adam young;
especially in this video.
I know exactly the feeling he talks about in this tid bit,
it's the same that I feel when I take and edit photos;
& now when I write.
it's neat to see how other people express that feeling,
there are so many interpretations.
I can feel it when I listen to his music.
that's how I know it's real.

when remnants of the past are perceived, bits and pieces of the future dissolve.

It's hard to let go of the past,
when she looks to the future
and sees nothing.


She needs to find the future,
because it is there.
She just can't see it,
because she's not looking.


She attempts.
and sometimes she's alright.
Glimpses of sun rays shine.


But when remnants of the past are perceived,
Bits and pieces of the future dissolve.


And all over again:
It's hard to let go of the past,
when she looks to the future
and sees nothing.


She just wishes
she didn't feel that twinge of regret
that she wouldn't have failed to notice
what she had.
"You don't know what you got till it's gone".


As she remembers,
All over again:
It's hard to let go of the past,
when she looks to the future
and sees nothing.


She just needs to stop moping around
by sitting here writing this
She needs to stop looking,
and finally find the future.

3.24.2011

a day in the life of a flapper.

As of today, my third term english honors five genre research project is complete.
(2/5)

My written:

I live in the 1920’s. I am a 17 year old teenage girl. People say I need to start growing up but all I want to do is have fun. I don't want to give up my teenage years. I don't want to have to worry about stressful matters. I want to have a good time with my friends. I want to experience new things. All I want to do is feel alive and free.

I am walking down the boulevard. The boy walks past me. I catch his eye and he winks back. I turn to my friends and giggle. We are window shopping . I’m looking for a new dress to wear for the outing tonight. Mine are all too long and out-dated. I want a new kind of dress that shows off my knees and shouts “I'm chic”! I finally find the perfect one that will go just nicely with my brand new Mary Jane heels. I pick out a brown cloche hat to add the final touch. The next stop we make is at the barber's shop. My best friends finally persuade me to bob my hair like theirs. They say it is much easier to take care of and plus its so vogue!

When I get home father is running around the house in a flurry. As I walk in the room he stops to take a double look at me and my new hair cut. “What did you do?!” He exclaims then sighs, “we'll discuss this later, right now your mother and I have to go!”. He and my mother leave. “Where are they going? I ask my brother. He says father is off to go vote for the next president and it's important because this time mother can go with him. I don’t put much thought into it. Brother says I should care more about my country and what’s going on. I escape another one of his boring stories about how not long ago men were dying to the left and right of him while he was on the battle field of the Great War.

I try on my whole, new ensemble and model it to Grammie. She takes one look, then frowns and mutters something to herself about young people these days. I shrug my shoulders; it’s what’s in! Besides, what does my grandma know about fashion? I sit in front of my vanity and apply more deep green eye shadow around my eyes and bright red lip stick that make my lips pop. Now I am ready for the night.

I listen to our new radio in our living room while I wait for my friends to pick me up. They borrowed one of their dad’s new Ford Model-Ts. We drive into town. We finally arrive at the address of the hottest speakeasy around. We walk into the dimly lit room. There are other girls, dressed like us, lounging around smoking cigarettes and gangsters illegally drinking alcohol. My girl friends and I walk past them, feeling a tad out of place, and make our way to the dance floor. We start to dance the Charleston; kicking up our heels, throwing out our elbows, and bending in our knees. The jazz music speaks to me, I can feel it ripple through my bones. We dance the night away.

Suddenly I catch that boy’s eye again. Oh, how I could spot those sharp eyes a mile away. He sees me too. This time he doesn’t just wink, he starts to approach me. My heart skips a beat.  He asks me to dance. I stand speechless.  My friends motion me to accept. I do. The piano fabricates a mood of jazzy blues, as we begin to sway back and forth to the music. The next thing I know we are outside, walking down the ally way. He grabs my hand. Silence describes better than any spoken words possibly could. My heart sings and I know his does too. He stops and turns to face me. I get one last look into those blue eyes before his lips are pressed against mine. For a moment everything is still. We are the only two people on earth. There is not a care in the world.

But the moment ends as quickly as it begins. My friends are running towards us yelling we have to leave; and for a reason I do not know. I’m shoved into the back seat of the Ford and before I know it we are driving away. I take one look back. He’s looking back as well. Few words were spoken but we both know. The connection we felt was something more, something beyond everything else. It was as if our souls were conversing one with another, whispering it is meant to be; we are meant to be.

When I arrive home I try to wrap my head around what had happened. The night was enchanting, simply flawless. I just felt so free. I want to remember and cherish it forever. I am a 17 year old teenage girl. I live in the 1920's.

My artistic:
http://nicoletuckerphotography.blogspot.com/2011/03/flapper-zoe-woolf.html

3.23.2011

let's choose.

Somedays going seminary is just the same as going to any other class.
You walk in and sit down.  You listen and participate.  You think yeah, seminary is a good thing.  But your thinking goes no further.  You continue on your day with the rest of your classes.

Then there are the other days.
You walk in and sit down.  You listen and participate.  You think yeah, seminary is a good thing.  But this time it is different.  You feel something more; something significantly more.  It's witnessed to you that what's being taught, is true.  Very true; to you in particular.  The confirmation comes and you know for sure.  You continue on your day with rest of your classes.  Thinking: this is so insignificant to what I was just learning.  Thats what matters.  Thats what I should focus on the most.  It makes you feel good.  It makes you want to live in a way that you can get that feeling more often.  Because it's whats true; it's what matters most.

If you havn't felt this way in awhile, it's time.
Prepare yourself, it's your choice: which day it is when you walk in and sit down.  He wants you to know it's true, but sometimes we choose to be blinded.  Let's choose Him and His way.

If you don't know where to start
Try Doctrine & Covenants 122:7-9, Alma 7:11-13
:)

3.22.2011

[Back to December]

I repeat: It's astonishing how accurate Taylor Swift's songs can describe the present or foretell the future:

I'm so glad you made time to see me.
How's life? Tell me how's your family
I haven't seen them in a while.
You've been good, busier than ever,
We small talk, work and the weather,
Your guard is up and I know why.
Because the last time you saw me
Is still burned in the back of your mind
You gave me roses and I left them there to die.

So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night",
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you.
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right
I go back to December all the time.

These days I haven't been sleeping
Staying up playing back myself leavin'
When your birthday passed and I didn't call.
And I think about summer, all the beautiful times,
I watched you laughing from the passenger side.
Realized that I loved you in the fall

And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind
You gave me all your love and all I gave you was "Goodbye"

So this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night".
And I go back to December all the time.
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing I'd realized what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind
I go back to December all the time.

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right
And how you held me in your arms that September night
The first time you ever saw me cry

Maybe this is wishful thinking,
Probably mindless dreaming,
But if we loved again, I swear I'd love you right

I'd go back in time and change it but I can't.
So if the chain is on your door I understand.

But this is me swallowing my pride
Standing in front of you saying, "I'm sorry for that night"
And I go back to December...
It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you,
Wishing I'd realize what I had when you were mine.
I'd go back to December, turn around and make it all right.
I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind

I go back to December all the time.
All the time.

-Taylor Swift

...Thanks Taylor, good to know I'm not alone...
   Because I cried tears.

3.21.2011

"Fake it till you make it."
This is what I'm going to be living by, until I do make it.  
Because ultimately it's better this way.

3.20.2011

i know, you know.

I know
There's something more there
and I know
You know
it too.

Something beyond everything else
I just can't put my finger on it.
But I know
it's something
and I know
You know
it too.

I know
it's always been there
Beyond everything else
and I know
You know
it too.

So please,
please don't deny it.
Because, I know
You know
it too.

3.16.2011

True.

I see the start
we met;
Our friendships
only beginning.

I see the past
few years;
Our friendships
grown, trialed, strengthened.

I see the present
right now;
Our friendships
not only surviving, but thriving.

I see the future
to come;
Changes happen,
Our friendships
do go their separate ways.

But I don't see the end
it will not come;
Our friendships
will never die,
for they are true.

3.15.2011

hmmm...

I thought today was going to be an awful day. 
It wasn't.
I started it off by being interested in someone else's life other than focusing on my own.  Then I proceeded to attend seminary.  Hmmm... I'm starting to see a pattern.  What is taught in church about serving others makings one happy, might actually be true.  I'm going to put it to the test more often.

3.13.2011

5; round.

26 adjectives. 52 weeks of 2011. One descriptive word every two weeks. Check back to view my mother and I's interpretations.

left; Nicole Tucker
right; Lisa Tucker
5;26 round

3.12.2011

[Long Live]

It's astonishing how accurate Taylor Swift's songs can describe the present or foretell the future. This particular one speaks to me:

I said remember this moment
In the back of my mind
The time we stood with our shaking hands
The crowds in stands went wild
We were the kings and the queens
And they read of names
The night you danced like you knew
Our lives would never be the same
You held your head like a hero
On a history book page
It was the end of a decade
But the start of an age

Long live.  The walls we crashed through
How the kindom lights shine just for me and you
I was screamin' long live
All the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders
One day, we will be remembered.

I said remember this feelin' 
I pass the pictures around
Of all the years that we stood there on the side-lines wishin' for right now 
We are the kings and the queens
You traded your baseball cap for a crown
When they gave us our trophies
And we held them up for our town
And the cynics were outraged
Screamin' "this is absurd!"
Cause for a moment
A band of theifs in ripped up jeans
Got to rule the world

Long live.  The walls we crashed through
How the kindom lights shine just for me and you
I was screamin' long live
All the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders
I'm not afraid

Long live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
I was screamin' long live
The look on your face
And bring on all the pretenders
One day, we will be remembered

Hold on, to spinnin' around
Confetti, falls to the ground
May these memories break our fall

*Will you take a moment
Promise me this
That you'll stand by me forever
But if God forbid fate should step in
And force us into a good by
If you have children someday
When they point to the pictures
Please tell them my name*

Tell them how the crowds went wild
Tell them how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through
I had the time of my life with you

Long long live.  The walls we crashed through
How the kindom lights shine just for me and you
I was screamin' long live
All the magic we made
And bring on all the pretenders
I'm not afraid

Singin' Long live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life fighting dragons with you
and long long live
The look on your face
And bring on all the pretenders

One day, we will be remembered.          -Taylor Swift

live.love

Some people say not to love
because it's not worth it.


I say it's worth it to live.


Make memories that will last a lifetime
Take chances and don't regret them.
Make the most out of experiences.
Don't be afraid to love.
Even if it does end in heartbreak.
Be glad that it happened at all.
Don't worry about the rules.
Set yourself free.
Let yourself embrace the moment.
Allow it to be what it can be.
Create experiences you won't forget.
Then don't forget them.
Cherish them always.


It will be worth it.


Live to love.  Love to live.

3.11.2011

just an ordinary day.

It was 6 a.m. here
I woke up to the sound of my blaring alarm clock
I dreaded getting out of bed
It was so warm and out there was so cold
As I walked to the bus I thought
This is annoying that I have to walk all the way down the street.
I got to school,
Fussing and stressing in the counselors's office
About my schedule for next year
I wanted it to be perfect.
I went through out my day.
All my classes were normal.
Taking notes, taking tests, turing in assignments.
During lunch people walked through the halls
Just the same as any other day.
The focus of my day was around me
What I needed and things I needed to get done.
For me,
It was just an ordinary day.


It was 9 p.m. there
6 hours earlier
An 8.9 earthquake stuck the country
Fifth largest one ever recorded by the ricterscale.
Causing a massive Tsuanami to sweep the land
Carrying away cars, homes, and cities with it.
10,000 reported dead
Thousands of others reported missing or injured.
Everything lost
Families tourn apart.
Lives devestated.
Leaving a nation in turmoil,
With nothing available.
This was no ordinary day for the people in this disaster.


As I sit here writing this,
For me nothing has changed
Thousands of miles away on the other side of the globe,
For people everything has changed. 
And will never be the same.


It almost doesn't seem possible.
Not remotely fair,
That these two extreme circumstances could co-exist
On the same planet at the same time.
There must be something I can do.
Maybe the first step to making a change
Is realizing
That it wasn't an ordinary day for them,
Making it no ordinary day for me.

3.02.2011

Nicole,
     get ready to fly.


I love new open doors.  It makes leaving the closed ones behind, worth it.