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term='fail'/><category term='Main street'/><category term='professors'/><category term='failure'/><category term='washington'/><category term='snow'/><category term='brittanilouisetaylor'/><title type='text'>The Life of a Teenage Indian "princess"</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings about movies, actors, hassles, college, and anything that else that life throws at my face.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-2408248878437749126</id><published>2011-09-14T15:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T14:18:30.929-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Assassin&apos;s Creed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>Oh...hey. I have a lot to tell you.</title><content type='html'>So. It's November 30th, 2011. Yes, way past the day that i actually said i would write. shut up! I'm sitting in a shady building outside of a class that I still have to wait 45 minutes to start and listening to elderly teachers talk about their latest conquest...and then I realized something. I have a freaking blog. Untouched since March 23rd. Yes, yes I did in fact type in my own URL and check the last date. Don't judge me, fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since all that time has passed by, I have done a hell of a lot of things. You know that feeling you get when you haven't seen your best friend in ages? That feeling to blurt everything that has happened in your life, even if you have already told them 438098 times already? I have it. right. now. Therefore, I will make this wonderful list for you, in chronological order because i'm ridiculous, about everything that has occurred to me since March 23rd. Are you ready? You'll be here for a while....i wonder if i will finish before class starts. My 3 hour class. three. effing. hours. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(i am continuing to mentally groan but we'll pretend that i'm mature)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;My Life (the soap opera of the summer/fall. be jealous)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQ1rrI3AOMo/TtZ50OyKe_I/AAAAAAAAASA/_CTbM2wBabU/s1600/0912111957-01%25231.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQ1rrI3AOMo/TtZ50OyKe_I/AAAAAAAAASA/_CTbM2wBabU/s200/0912111957-01%25231.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is only half. Hell yes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I passed sophomore year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got Deans Listed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Balls. I can't remember anymore....this was not effective at all...maybe I should resume this list when I actually know/remember/do not have a squished slug near my foot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ew.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was/Is/Always will be addicted to youtube. Heads up, new Youtubeness blog will be up soon. I've got good ones guys. Waaayyy good ones. Time well spent...just me, the laptop, and then internet. I'm so sociable. *facepalm*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a job. at Borders Bookstore...more on this in a bit. story of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have bought SO MANY FREAKING BOOKS. it's awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to Chicago with my cousins to visit an uncle of ours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;As a result of that, I got a MacBook Pro...because he demanded to give me something. I was spazzy though...cause I loved my PC, and Macs are way expensive, and i was like frozen in shock. But he bought me one...and i'm in &amp;lt;3 with it. So yeah, i use it all the time now...and the background is this: be jealous.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to the beach and got wonderfully burnt. My only beach trip of the year unfortunately...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lots and lots and lotsssss of&amp;nbsp;barbecues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Pirates of the Caribbean 4...still not sure if I like it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw a bunch of hurricanes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Experienced an earthquake...in which case my cousin and i thought we were just dancing to intensely.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Xmen: First Class with Laura. soooo good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part 2 with Laura. epic. but it made me feel old cause its finally over. *sadface&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zumba. 'nuff said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;saw One Day with Laura. It was a pretty good movie, but Laura kept making faces whenever Anne Hathaway came on screen. They don't exactly get along.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I finally bought myself Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood. I soon became addicted. Now I'm just obsessed. It's real bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nGfpdrsieU/TVgHBskTLAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ykglikkH0HA/s1600/AssassinsCreedBrotherhoodGroupShot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7nGfpdrsieU/TVgHBskTLAI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ykglikkH0HA/s320/AssassinsCreedBrotherhoodGroupShot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;just keep looking awesome. so freaking awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Borders closed, therefore I lost my wonderful job =[ &amp;nbsp;I was quite distressed. *sobface&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Classes started. yay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Homework/projects/papers/things that make me want to die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I joined the National Society of Leadership and Success (Sigma Alpha Pi).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The cousins and I went to New York just like last year and saw "Wicked."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laura and I went to the Franklin Institute using every part of transportation available. We were so pro. Conquered public transportation like a boss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My cousin and I went to a concert: Chris Brown, Meek Mills, Rick Ross, T-Pain, DJ Khaled, Young Savage, Big Sean, and soooo many more. 7 hours of standing/screaming/dancing and the smell of weed just fluttering around. It was memorable. Pics will follow eventually!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought Dance Central 2. It's amazing. SO FREAKING GOOD.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pre-ordered Assassin's Creed: Revelations from Gamestop cause I'm hardcore. I got it in the mail and almost died of happiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to BJ's (yes, I still go there. at least twice a week. I know, my family is full of fatties) and bought the last (LAST, even though it was only supposed to be a trilogy) Inheritance series book which is called &lt;i&gt;Inheritance&lt;/i&gt;. I can finally read it...10 freaking years later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanksgiving was delicious, and now I am happily fat =] no, seriously. i have been feeling quite rotund nowadays.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now, classes are winding down and finals are coming up. Which means that I have about 2 weeks to finish 5 research papers, finish reading 2 books, take 2 quizzes, do 1 interview and prepare for 3 finals. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Having all those books that I bought, plus my Assassins Creed: Revelations AND Dance Central 2 just waiting for me makes wanting to study/write very very difficult. I have an internal dialogue struggle about it every time I wake up in the morning. Definitely not mentally healthy. I'm almost there though. 2 weeks. Just. 2. weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;*facepalm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And now I'm off to sit in my three hour class, while I'd rather be staring at my favorite youtubers, attempting to actually write more of my failed NaNoWriMo novel (we'll talk about this later), or listening to the Uncharted 3 soundtrack (If I was ever to buy a PS3, it would be so that I could play the Uncharted games. Why doesn't xbox have them *sadface). And my mac is running out of battery because I forgot the charger... fml. all the time man. all the time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ps. I promise that I will have a Youtube 2 post up. I have the people, I just need to sit down and write them on here!! SWEAR.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-2408248878437749126?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2408248878437749126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/ohhey-i-have-lot-to-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/2408248878437749126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/2408248878437749126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/ohhey-i-have-lot-to-tell-you.html' title='Oh...hey. I have a lot to tell you.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dQ1rrI3AOMo/TtZ50OyKe_I/AAAAAAAAASA/_CTbM2wBabU/s72-c/0912111957-01%25231.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-4735712913640003449</id><published>2011-09-07T15:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T15:02:16.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='failure'/><title type='text'>I'm a blog failure (bailure?). true story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Soooo I'm&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; a l&lt;/span&gt;iar, in case you hadn't&amp;nbsp;noticed&amp;nbsp;from all the other times that I stated it in my blog. If you're new...welcome, i am a liar. There. Now that introductions are out of the way, let's move on. In my last post I said, and I quote:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I promise to write in less than a week...unless i forget...but i wont forget! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um...it's been a bijillion days...so moral of the story is that I lied. I'm sorry. I am in the process of writing another post that will hopefully be finished by today...or tomorrow. SWEAR.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;ps. missed you all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;inappropriately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-4735712913640003449?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4735712913640003449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-blog-failure-bailure-true-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4735712913640003449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4735712913640003449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/09/im-blog-failure-bailure-true-story.html' title='I&apos;m a blog failure (bailure?). true story.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-2035954935877303235</id><published>2011-03-23T19:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T19:05:35.765-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crackel barrel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring semester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Felton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laura'/><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive...and working on keeping it that way. hopefully.</title><content type='html'>Oh hey there little sprogs (ps. that's an endearing term that means baby...betcha you didn't know that suckas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a &lt;i&gt;reallllllllyyyyy loooooonnnnnggggg&lt;/i&gt; time since I've last blogged. It's not my fault. I swear. It was classes and sleep. So I will attempt to summarize everything that has occurred since February 6th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh! And welcome to my recent sprogs (you amazing new followers!). I hope you enjoy my spaziness!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Ahem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;School. I've started.&lt;br /&gt;My classes aren't as fun (or easy) as last semester. But they still are interesting. I do get to watch a musical every Tuesday, which is pretty genius in my mind. Art History is boorrriiinnnggg. But Laura and I do sit next to each and other zone out simultaneously, which is quite entertaining to talk about after class. And as a result of these killer classes, I have taken to living (well, half-living) in the library. It's intense. Just me, my laptop, and 3892378273 books. yeahhh, i know, i'm a player. don't hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made the Dean's List.&lt;br /&gt;'nuff said. I am a winner. WINNING, duh! (as per Charlie Sheen. ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I attended a London study abroad meeting.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, yes indeed I did attend a meeting for studying abroad Spring of 2012. I nixed the Fall 2011 idea because it was too soon to spring that idea on my parents. And now I'm hesitating about how this whole study abroad is gonna fit in my schedule...yeah, we'll see how this goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I went to Ocean City. with Laura and her family.&lt;br /&gt;This trip was pretty much awesome because 1. laura's fam is hilarious 2. i actually got to go somewhere out of the state without my family 3. we went to some pink&amp;nbsp;omelette place that had pink parking lines and upside down Christmas trees hanging from the roof 4. we went to Crackel Barrel for dinner and i was thoroughly confused by all the loudness and scary looking hick men. It was pretty bizarre, but apparently it's not always like that...which is probably a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw Harry Potter 7 part 1!!!! for the first time!!!...6 months after it first came out.&lt;br /&gt;I knowwwww. I understand the fact that I am a complete failure at life because of this. Honest, I swear, I was totally intending on going to the opening day premiere of the movie...but then something happened. Give me a second to think of some extravagant excuse....but anyway, Laura and I found out that it was playing at our university! and so we bought 3 dollar tickets (oh yeahhh) and frolicked along to watch it. Before the movie started however, we found some pretty legit seats. Like the best seats...until a creepy looking guy sat about 3 seats away from me. But I could deal. I mean, three seats is a good amount of space. But oh no, that would make my life too normal. About 10 minutes before the movie started, this said creeper decided to move one seat away from me. For no apparent reason. Legit no. reason. &lt;i&gt;at all. &lt;/i&gt;He was by himself, and there was no one pressuring him to move in. Laura laughed, and I shot her dirty looks and then got distracted by the movie.&amp;nbsp;Lemme just say that Tom Felton is the most beautiful thing. evar. like in all eternity. About halfway through the film, when Tom Felton's face was on screen, I turned to Laura and said "I'd tap that." She laughed...and agreed. It's a proven fact. He is amazingness personified. But enough gushing, the movie was legit awesome. Ron was really good at being angry, Hermione's mom face was spot on, and Harry was a perfect whiner...like normal. And when *spoiler alert* Dobby died!! Everyone in the theatre went "awwwww nuuuu." Que the violins and funeral songs because that ish was sad :( ...I'd still tap that. Felton. not Dobby. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two words: Dance Central.&lt;br /&gt;Best dance game evar. This game for the Xbox 360 w/ Kinect has got to be one of my favorite games of all time. It's even better than DDR. The Kinect sensor picks up your body movements with its camera and makes sure they match the dance moves of the dancer on the screen...and if they do, you get points! There are good songs too: Evacuate the Dance Floor, Crank That, Teach me How to Jerk, Poison, Pon de Replay, Push it, etc. AND if you finish all those songs, you can head online and download (buy with Microsoft points) new songs and learn all those. The best part is that the dance moves that you actually do and learn literally do look like dance moves that you could randomly burst out doing. It's amazing, check it out, or&amp;nbsp;harass&amp;nbsp;your neighbor to buy it...bribery would work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My electronic devices are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;My nook is the BOMB. Sadly, I haven't been able to gaze lovingly at it everyday like I would prefer to. But whenever I can steal a moment, it's just me and the nook. I've read some pretty good books on there that I will hopefully be able to list soon. And my headphones are equally as amazing. I love them to bits, although I walk around campus feeling at a slight disadvantage because I can barely hear anything. Ah well, it's so worth it. My cute little ipod is thoroughly used and charged everyday. From 9 to 5, I listen to my ipod happily jamming to my 200 some songs that are listed. I do have to update my songs though, but trust me, I will not be putting Rebecca Black's Friday on it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;NEVERRRR.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kinecthouse.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/dance_central_xbox.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://kinecthouse.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/dance_central_xbox.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tampabay.com/blogs/poplife/sites/tampabay.com.blogs.poplife/files/images/typepad-legacy-files/49419.6a00d83451b05569e20120a64e6c94970b-pi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://www.tampabay.com/blogs/poplife/sites/tampabay.com.blogs.poplife/files/images/typepad-legacy-files/49419.6a00d83451b05569e20120a64e6c94970b-pi.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tkada.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Harry-Potter-And-The-Deathly-Hallows-Movie-Earns-33-Million.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://tkada.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Harry-Potter-And-The-Deathly-Hallows-Movie-Earns-33-Million.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://kinecthouse.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/dance_central_xbox.jpeg" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now you, my favorite people ever, are up to speed on my life...and I have to run and cram 3823987293 names of buildings in my head because I have an Art History: American Architecture exam. tomorrow. joy. And spring break starts soon! And then I have 3 research papers due...oh buddie, it's crunch time. Wish me luck! And have a great end of the week! I promise to write in less than a week...unless i forget...but i wont forget! =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your favorite frazzled college student,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-2035954935877303235?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2035954935877303235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-still-aliveand-working-on-keeping-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/2035954935877303235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/2035954935877303235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-still-aliveand-working-on-keeping-it.html' title='I&apos;m Still Alive...and working on keeping it that way. hopefully.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-8842620566597413255</id><published>2011-02-06T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T23:20:08.468-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring semester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Superbowl? No. Holding onto my last free Sunday? Yes!</title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gentlemen, it is my last free Sunday until summertime. Yes, indeed. And I'm soooo not ready for classes to be starting up again. That's right people. Spring semester begins...tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 5 classes, and I researched quite a bit to find the good (hopefully) professors. My spring semester will be made up of Linguistics, English Grammar, Studies in Film, Art History (architecture), and American Lit. Art history will be my one class with Laura. I know, we're just that awesome. And I'm actually really excited about my Studies in Film class because it's going to be focused on musicals. But then I read a description of the class which listed one of the&amp;nbsp;activities&amp;nbsp;to be a semester long research project. I almost died. Doesn't that sound absolutely terrifying???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I will report about my class soon. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-8842620566597413255?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8842620566597413255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/superbowl-no-holding-onto-my-last-free.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/8842620566597413255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/8842620566597413255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/02/superbowl-no-holding-onto-my-last-free.html' title='Superbowl? No. Holding onto my last free Sunday? Yes!'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-8180578929406748131</id><published>2011-01-28T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T19:15:44.076-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matched'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsensical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride and prejudice'/><title type='text'>Nonsensical Blurb #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;"It's a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazily enough, this is the perfect nook cover quote for today. Wait for it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT UP MUTHAFUKASSSS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...too far? Forgive me, I was a bit overjoyed. So since I haven't blogged in over a week, I figured I'll just jam most of my news into this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nonsensical Blurbyness&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;and read Matched. I know, I should've blogged about recieving it...except I forgot about it. Anyway, the moment I saw that I had it, I texted Laura and said: AHHHHHH! I just checked my Barnes and Noble account and found out that i now have Matched on my Nook!!! :).&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I'm a nerd. I can't help it. You know what's even better? I finished it in like 3 hours. I'm a G, what can I say? But no worries, I will do a proper review of this book in due time...you'll love it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TUNSSFmgYoI/AAAAAAAAARA/DG4q78oPPcE/s1600/matched.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TUNSSFmgYoI/AAAAAAAAARA/DG4q78oPPcE/s320/matched.jpg" width="207" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Second story. I ordered a bunch of books for my coming up semester from Amazon because I like to save money. Pffft, what money right? Let's just pretend. Anyway, I was slowly getting all of them through the mail. When I was opening up one, I got a surprise. See the book I ordered was called&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian&lt;/u&gt;. Don't ask questions, I already know this is a weird title. But that's beside the point. The actual point is that the above mentioned book is not what was in this package. Instead,&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;popped out!&amp;nbsp;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TUNWCBBvN4I/AAAAAAAAARE/askuBDZyl8s/s1600/DSC08906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TUNWCBBvN4I/AAAAAAAAARE/askuBDZyl8s/s320/DSC08906.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What????&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I LOVE the Hunger Games&lt;span id="goog_1049075555"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and all, but I already have the book. At first I was angry at myself for accidentally clicking this book into my cart, but I went back and checked my receipt...Hunger Games was NO WHERE near my cart. It was the most bizarre thing evar. I mean, of all books to be shipped to me, it magically happened to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;The Hunger Games&lt;/u&gt;....creeeeeeepppyyyyy. I told Laura that it was a sign...they want me to be a part of the movie. I'll be Annie (oh hey there Finnick!). WIN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It snowed. Quite a bit. So i've been stuck at home...not making money. booooooo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pontius.files.wordpress.com/2006/09/WindowsLiveWriter/CalvinandHobbiesintheSnow_FC3A/Sharks%5B2%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="128" src="http://pontius.files.wordpress.com/2006/09/WindowsLiveWriter/CalvinandHobbiesintheSnow_FC3A/Sharks%5B2%5D.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahaha oh calvin, you are amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It is&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/u&gt;'s 198th birthday today!! I love this book. It's been one of my favorites since middle school. And if you haven't watched the movie of &amp;nbsp;this with Keira Knightly, I suggest you do because it's very well directed and played out. No unnecessary shenanigans.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep your eyes out for another Youtube-ness post because that seems to be a big favorite! I love sharing my geekyness with you all! So don't worry, I will expand your knowledge soon enough!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyyyyyyyyy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your favorite snow frolicker,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-8180578929406748131?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8180578929406748131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/nonsensical-blurb-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/8180578929406748131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/8180578929406748131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/nonsensical-blurb-5.html' title='Nonsensical Blurb #5'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TUNSSFmgYoI/AAAAAAAAARA/DG4q78oPPcE/s72-c/matched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-4623634145218863297</id><published>2011-01-16T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:08:09.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matched'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nook'/><title type='text'>My Matched Failure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;"Through Eden took their solitary way"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTO_h1OYtJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XxDd6Kec0i4/s1600/DSC08870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTO_h1OYtJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XxDd6Kec0i4/s320/DSC08870.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTO_fsxYNlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/a7yUoYN6oP0/s1600/DSC08869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTO_fsxYNlI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/a7yUoYN6oP0/s320/DSC08869.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first quote from my nook cover...I think I'm going to write one at the beginning of each blog post! But anyway, let's get to the real reason for today's post-ness: &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Ahem*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks. to the maximum. I was all prepared to read &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Matched&lt;/span&gt; and have a huge spazz session with Laura. But what happens? I buy the book on my nook, and this is the thanks I get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTO8pPjUWFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cUPB31MjC5I/s1600/DSC08865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTO8pPjUWFI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cUPB31MjC5I/s320/DSC08865.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer? I'm pretty sure it's cause they (not quite sure who "they" is at the moment...but let's just pretend it doesn't matter for the time being) are super jealous that I was going to read &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Matched&lt;/span&gt;. And so they sabotaged my brilliant plans. Jerks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story is that I have the beautiful cover of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Matched&lt;/span&gt; on my nook...I just can't do anything with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTO9nguuU_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/-gJgRwecTlo/s1600/DSC08867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTO9nguuU_I/AAAAAAAAAQw/-gJgRwecTlo/s320/DSC08867.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's just chillin...waiting for me. =[&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hopefully I will resolve this problem tomorrow. And then I'll finish the book. Call Laura. Spaz. Buy my semester's books (I know, I'm a slacker). Read it again. And be happy. Oh yeah, that sounds realll good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give an update on my insanity soon enough. Winter break is winding down! 3 weeks left....okay, that's a lot of time. Sooo it's not quite winding down. I would be absolutely&amp;nbsp;delirious&amp;nbsp;if I wasn't working. What in the world did I do last winter break to pass the time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. my ipod and i are bffs. it's like we were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting impatiently to read my book,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-4623634145218863297?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4623634145218863297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-matched-failure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4623634145218863297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4623634145218863297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-matched-failure.html' title='My Matched Failure.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTO_h1OYtJI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/XxDd6Kec0i4/s72-c/DSC08870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-836057571593652264</id><published>2011-01-15T19:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T19:55:32.043-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headphones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><title type='text'>Nook Love</title><content type='html'>Oh hey guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, after scrubbing my bathroom down to oblivion, I ventured to the mall with Laura and her sister. We were on a mission. We needed Nook covers. Reason? Oh, well because I feel like an absolute nerd when I whip out my giant white Nook box (yeah, the original one) and start reading in the middle of nowhere. I prefer a more subtle way of showing off my coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found one! So did Laura. But we were kinda confused about which ones we wanted more. First she picked one that had Alice in Wonderland words on the front, and I was like "heck nah woman. I hate Alice in Wonderland." So then I picked up a blue and tan one with a bunch of words on it. More expensive. Darn my tastes!! But then she decided she liked the one I picked too. And so we had matching nook covers...for our matching nooks. Can you say N-E-R-D-S?? But then she saw the one next to it, and decided she liked that one...and I realized I kinda liked that one too! We are impossible children, but we made our choices and I love my cover. Now I can whip out my nook in style!! But of course before we could leave the store to wander around the mall, the little beeper sensor thing started beeping. I kept going, but Laura stopped like she actually stole something. Ha. Anyway, she like looked up for someone and one of the nook guys caught her eye and kinda nodded. She came over to us and started telling us all the previous info. And then of course, since we consider many things creepy, she said: "He nodded at me. and then he kinda just looked. I was half expecting him to wink and make my life twenty times more awkward than it was." I thought it was&amp;nbsp;hilarious...she wasn't so keen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTIZUEmhkuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TOPhMc1GtEI/s1600/snap_25.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTIZUEmhkuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TOPhMc1GtEI/s320/snap_25.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;MINE. Isn't it awesome!?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTI6ooaPs4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/jDnc3symEko/s1600/snap_26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTI6ooaPs4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/jDnc3symEko/s320/snap_26.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's happy :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.imagesbn.com/images/44550000/44557602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://img2.imagesbn.com/images/44550000/44557602.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cover that Laura finally settled upon.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm still working, and winter break is still going. Yesterday at work, I was helping stuff acceptance letters! The whole time all I could think about was this: "Omg, what if I&amp;nbsp;accidentally&amp;nbsp;stuff someone else's letter in this envelope?"...and then I'd start laughing at the hypothetical person's reaction because I'm a horrible person.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTI-_QTATNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QM6Jy60YjGQ/s1600/snap_27.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTI-_QTATNI/AAAAAAAAAQk/QM6Jy60YjGQ/s320/snap_27.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But on a completely different note, I am thoroughly enjoying my headphones. I wear them NONSTOP. So my ears are probably going to die...but they will die happily. I love the extra bass BOOM that I get with these things. And the surround sound is banging. Although, it makes it kinda difficult to hear the rest of the world...like my mother. Ah, well it's allll worth it! Only problem? It hurts my physical ear lobes if I keep them attached to my head for like 4 solid hours. But again, it's totally worth it. I'll do a proper review soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTI-_qRKpkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/tI1xAy0_qyk/s1600/snap_29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTI-_qRKpkI/AAAAAAAAAQo/tI1xAy0_qyk/s320/snap_29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another off topic thing is that I finally got the cord to charge my ipod mini!!! *cue choir...now* It only took forever for the little cord to get here, but now I have uploaded about 200 songs to my little pink monster. We're best friends. He makes me happy...and I charge him. What more could you want? I love it. I just needed music back in my life, and I got a banging source. Granted, it's not the newest Iphone 4 or nano or whatever, but it definitely gets the job done. See my face? It's beyond happy. It's&amp;nbsp;ecstatic. =]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now I'm off to watch some Criminal Minds...because Reid is really cute :) But, one last thing before I go. There's a newish book that is out called &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Matched&lt;/span&gt; by Allie Condie. If you haven't read it yet, definitely check it out as soon as possible. I'll post a reviewish/explaination/thingy soon, but don't wait for me!! Go for it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your favorite little nerd w/ pink headphones,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-836057571593652264?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/836057571593652264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/nook-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/836057571593652264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/836057571593652264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/nook-love.html' title='Nook Love'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TTIZUEmhkuI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TOPhMc1GtEI/s72-c/snap_25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-6431542836374240631</id><published>2011-01-05T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:46:48.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nonsensical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headphones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><title type='text'>Nonsensical Blurb #4</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm not going to lie, I had to search back in my archives of blog posts to remember what &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nonsensical Blurb&lt;/span&gt; number I was on. Pathetic, I know. It's not my fault. Well...at least, we're going to pretend that it's not my fault. And ohhhh do I have a bunch of stuff to share with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTR2jl84WI/AAAAAAAAAPY/M4XG-vNuSIs/s1600/DSC05601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTR2jl84WI/AAAAAAAAAPY/M4XG-vNuSIs/s200/DSC05601.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The inside of the nook box. Oh so fancy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a Nook for Christmas!! It's B-E-A-U-tiful! I've downloaded 40 free books, added a bunch of my music, and played several mind-grueling games of sudoku. I love it so far, but time will tell if it's just a splurge of excitedness. I honestly have wanted one of these for a while, but I didn't know if I should get it...or if I should get the kindle/nook/sony/etc...or if i should nix the whole idea completely. I love having books in my hand, but trying to pack 5 books in my pack when I'm traveling is slightly annoying. So this helps hardcore =]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTmgKAlZTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/b_Lami4jNnY/s1600/DSC05589.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTmgKAlZTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/b_Lami4jNnY/s320/DSC05589.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My touchscreen menu :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TST0l_EpesI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xHnxc56KX7g/s1600/DSC05583.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TST0l_EpesI/AAAAAAAAAP4/xHnxc56KX7g/s320/DSC05583.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nook Love &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Next, I have currently&amp;nbsp;commandeered my cousin's ipod mini...from back in the day. Like waaaaaay back in the day. Sadly she had NO idea where the usb sync cord&amp;nbsp;is. Which sucks. Because I hardcore wanted to fill it with all my glorious songs (for some reason, that sounds really dirty...moving on...)! So I hopped onto amazon.com and searched my brains out for a cord that would sync and charge this thingy. It's due for arriving at my doorstep sometime this weekend. Hopefully...unless the mailman eats it. Then i'll cry and order a new one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTRwV2TOqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/j9Numyh2POk/s1600/DSC05594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTRwV2TOqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/j9Numyh2POk/s320/DSC05594.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTRxr0o5bI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hasAnxVy-2E/s1600/DSC05597.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTRxr0o5bI/AAAAAAAAAPI/hasAnxVy-2E/s200/DSC05597.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yessss it's pink!! I sense a&amp;nbsp;reoccurring&amp;nbsp;theme.&lt;br /&gt;No, my nook is not pink. At least not yet. =]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lastly, I've been stalling this entire time so the UPS guy could deliver my headphones. And&amp;nbsp;approximatively&amp;nbsp;2 minutes ago, he did!! Let me just tell you, I flew down those steps and slammed into that front door like my survival depended on it. I'm in the process of unloading the headphones. right.now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTrHWgvi3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/aIlil4Lp1YQ/s1600/snap_15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTrHWgvi3I/AAAAAAAAAPo/aIlil4Lp1YQ/s320/snap_15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So this is what it started out as...simple enough. Just a bit of plastic wrappage around my super awesome pink skullcandy skullcrusher Peace Love Noise headphones. No Biggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update 1: I just stabbed myself with plastic -.-&lt;br /&gt;Update 2: I hate unwrapping plastic&lt;br /&gt;Update 3: This better be hella worth it!&lt;br /&gt;Update 4: ARRGGGGGGGHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTtM9OqUuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9fDFtdSo9tw/s1600/snap_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTtM9OqUuI/AAAAAAAAAPs/9fDFtdSo9tw/s320/snap_16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 5: Almost. There. Just. A. Bit. More!&lt;br /&gt;Update 6: Plastic killed me again&lt;br /&gt;Update 7: FINISHEDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Update 8: Just kidding, there's a bit more....&lt;br /&gt;Update 9: Okay, legit finished now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTzdHeYCuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ny_d6lfHaJY/s1600/snap_17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTzdHeYCuI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ny_d6lfHaJY/s320/snap_17.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's opened and on my head!!! And I can't hear anything. At all. I feel like I'm wearing earmuffs...wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just attempted to fold them up....that took a bit more effort than I expected. Hopefully it'll get easier as my headphones and I bond &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTz_2SZ79I/AAAAAAAAAP0/rITTfPt9iu4/s1600/snap_18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTz_2SZ79I/AAAAAAAAAP0/rITTfPt9iu4/s320/snap_18.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It Folds!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed my&amp;nbsp;Nonsensical&amp;nbsp;Blurb #4!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm off to gloat my amazing headphones to my family! Have a great week little ones!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-6431542836374240631?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6431542836374240631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/nonsensical-blurb-4.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/6431542836374240631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/6431542836374240631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/nonsensical-blurb-4.html' title='Nonsensical Blurb #4'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TSTR2jl84WI/AAAAAAAAAPY/M4XG-vNuSIs/s72-c/DSC05601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-8149039199411006505</id><published>2011-01-04T23:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T12:11:40.995-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stalking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king of anything'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headphones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod'/><title type='text'>King of Anything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Banging good song. Check it out! Lyrics below:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;King of Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;by Sara Bareilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;Keep drinking coffee, stare me down across the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;While I look outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;So many things I’d say if only I were able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I just keep quiet and count the cars that pass by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;You’ve got opinions, man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We’re all entitled to ‘em, but I never asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So let me thank you for your time, and try not to waste anymore of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And get out of here fast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;I hate to break it to you babe, but I’m not drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There’s no one here to save&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;You sound so innocent, all full of good intent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Swear you know best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you expect me to jump up on board with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And ride off into your delusional sunset&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;I’m not the one who’s lost with no direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But you’ll never see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’re so busy making maps with my name on them in all caps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You got the talking down, just not the listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;And who cares if you disagree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;All my life I’ve tried to make everybody happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While I just hurt and hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting for someone to tell me it’s my turn to decide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are not me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Who cares if you disagree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;You are not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who made you king of anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you dare tell me who to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who died and made you king of anything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Let me hold your crown, babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Just wanted to share one of my favorite songs. I have a feeling that I'll be singing this until i'm 70. Oh yes, I'll be the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;woman hollering hot awesome jams from her rocking chair...and waving a giant baseball bat around, just waiting to attack hooligans that try and mess with my garden gnomes. *Sigh* It'll be awesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Anywho, proper &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nonsensical Blurb&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow. It's waaaay overdue, but I'm too tired to write it tonight and don't have to work tomorrow. Therefore, I will write it tomorrow. Aaaaaand I'll also be getting a package tomorrow from the lovely UPS people. And in that package will be the glorious headphones that I ordered (and also forgot to blog about). This is them:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zapsonline.com/48006-34808-thickbox/skullcandy-skullcrushers-peace-love-noise-headphones-dcs2skcz-054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.zapsonline.com/48006-34808-thickbox/skullcandy-skullcrushers-peace-love-noise-headphones-dcs2skcz-054.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Skullcandy Skullcrushers&lt;br /&gt;Peace Love Noise&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Aren't they glorious?! I'm sooo excited to be getting them soon! I've been stalking the UPS truck that's carrying them...like hardcore stalking...possibly bordering on creeptastically stalking. What can I say? I'm desperate. These are my first legit-hardcore-more-than-20-dollar-dj-looking headphones. And I got them on sale for 40 dollars!!!!!!!! They were 70 dollars on the site, and I was so very tempted to buy them. So I started desperately searching for coupons to at least get the price down to around 50 dollars. Then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt; I found a coupon for 40% off headphones. I literally died of happiness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;So yeah, I'll take a bunch of pictures of my crazed happy face when I open that. And I order a usb sync cord for my cousins OLD ipod mini. This baby is legit ancient. Like I had to look up whatever the heck it's real name was in order for me to look for a cord...cause she has no idea where it is, and i wanted it. So i found it for 2 bucks and was like "um, mine." That will come eventually...and hopefully it'll fit. Or i'll cry. Because I want to use it. Badly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Well, until tomorrow little ones,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;My contacts are threatening to maul my eyeballs...meanies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;Super-excited-chick,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;jackie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 27px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-8149039199411006505?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8149039199411006505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/king-of-anything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/8149039199411006505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/8149039199411006505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/king-of-anything.html' title='King of Anything'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-5812647336072800864</id><published>2011-01-02T23:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T10:28:42.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='resolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dj'/><title type='text'>2011 Resolutions: in other words, "Bish, change your life. it sucks."</title><content type='html'>So. I've lived through a few New Years, but I've never really had the urge to make resolutions. Mostly because I know that I will forget whatever I pledge in about a week. But I have the sudden urge to make a list of things that I want to accomplish before next year. And (if this blog survives until next year) I will see how much I've accomplished by the end of the year. Exciting right? I know. It's brilliance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready. Set. Go.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tech18.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/2011-new-year-wallpaper-image-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://tech18.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/2011-new-year-wallpaper-image-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;New Years Resolutions. 2011 style.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Buy amazing DJ-like headphones&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Study abroad...somewhere.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Buy a new car&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Learn how to DJ like a beast. like hardcore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Get my nose pierced (i'm aiming toward summer for this one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Get amazing grades.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Make moolah!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lose some weight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Write a book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Buy a legit camera...or two..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Get some scholarships back under my belt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Buy some more shoes...I love shoes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Take more funtastic pictures&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a fun modeling photo shoot with the gals out in the meadows&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Get colored contacts (preferably greenish)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go to more concerts =]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aah, the wonders of trying to figure out what I want to do with a whole year. Let's see how many of these get accomplished. Do you guys ever make up lists? Do you ever try to cross things off?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I finish this post, so does Christmas break finish. I go back to work soon, and hopefully start making some cash that will go toward my study abroad fund. I saw a bunch of my friends last Thursday, and we watched Scott Pilgrim. It was extremely bizarre. Like legit bizarre. I'm pretty sure my face was in constant confusion. And Michael Cera is soooooooooo awkward. Just watching him walk around made me feel awkward. Weird.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Perhaps tomorrow I will write a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nonsensical Blurb&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;summing up the Christmas break goodness. Since I sadly haven't written one of those in a real long time. It's depressing, I know, but since school is far away from me at the moment, there's lots of time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until next time little ones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exhausted college child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-5812647336072800864?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5812647336072800864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-resolutions-in-other-words-bish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5812647336072800864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5812647336072800864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-resolutions-in-other-words-bish.html' title='2011 Resolutions: in other words, &quot;Bish, change your life. it sucks.&quot;'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-5779813698630837859</id><published>2011-01-01T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T00:32:19.933-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new years'/><title type='text'>What Up 2011?!</title><content type='html'>Oh hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I haven't fallen off the face of the planet...I might roll off the face of the planet though. Soooo much food over the holidays. Gahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough spazing. Just wanted to remind you all that I am still alive. Oh, and I wanted to welcome some new followers! I'll be posting a really long post soon. I have so much to tell =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so 2010 ended approximately 28&amp;nbsp;minutes&amp;nbsp;ago...and hopefully 2011 will be rocking. If not, well at least i'll be fighting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Years!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lordofdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Happy-New-Year-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://lordofdesign.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/Happy-New-Year-2011.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S. I definitely almost peed myself right now because of the random fireworks that explode. Like really? Can they pick a steady rate to light these illegal fireworks so I'm at least somewhat prepared. pfffft. gosh, no order! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-5779813698630837859?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5779813698630837859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-up-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5779813698630837859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5779813698630837859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2011/01/what-up-2011.html' title='What Up 2011?!'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-4057253204173177648</id><published>2010-12-18T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T16:45:47.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trey songz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laura'/><title type='text'>OMG...Literally. and a bit more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jackie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tina (cousin from the &lt;a href="http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-york-us-craziest-creeptastic-sober.html"&gt;New York Trip&lt;/a&gt;..haven't read that story yet? You should.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Setting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;December 16th 2010. Section 124. Row 13. Seat 13. 7:30. Wells Fargo Center.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;The event?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bish, I was at &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;Usher's OMG Tour featuring Trey Songz&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes my friends. I was at a flippin Usher and Trey Songz concert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It. was. glorious.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My cousin took me for my Christmas gift. It was my first concert. And I am sooooooo happy that I went. It had to be one of the best concerts ever on the face of the planet. And Trey was absofreakinglutely adorable with his cute little smile...and his smoking hot body. like wooooowww. And my cousin of course, thinks that Usher pointed at her. psh, lies...but it's okay...cause Trey winked at me (can you tell that he's my fav?). I know he did. But not only did I hardcore jam out during the 4 hour concert, I also took pictures! Forgive my camera quality, the poor camera is waaayyy older than it should be. Enjoy my photos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0iijflkrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-w5seN8iBmU/s1600/DSC05403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0iijflkrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-w5seN8iBmU/s320/DSC05403.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;COUNTDOWN TIL TREY SONGZ.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0i0jKIFAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/y4F5xMtcr_Q/s1600/DSC05406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0i0jKIFAI/AAAAAAAAAOA/y4F5xMtcr_Q/s320/DSC05406.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And of course he started singing his wonderful songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then Tina and I realized that we were sitting behind some very drunk girls. And watching them try to dance to Trey's "Can't Be Friends" was almost too funny. We were literally snorting. By the end of the whole concert, they were passed out in their chairs...I had the really strong urge to throw things at them, just to see if they'd wake up. But I highly doubt they would have. Idiots. Why pay that much money for seats if you're going to sleep anyway?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0jUSHQmZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2RloIR5gWEk/s1600/DSC05421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0jUSHQmZI/AAAAAAAAAOE/2RloIR5gWEk/s320/DSC05421.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ummm yeah, that's Trey Songz shirtless. ----&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0lUMupTqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Q6gSQmD0dB4/s1600/DSC05432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0lUMupTqI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Q6gSQmD0dB4/s320/DSC05432.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay, the woman's hand in this picture kills me. whyyyy!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Try not to drool too much, I kind of had a hard time. And the girls to the side of us? Yeah, I'm pretty sure they were have eye&amp;nbsp;orgasms. It was actually quite of frightening. I tried not to look at them, I was scared. So Tina and I went back to jamming to Trey Songz awesomeness.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And about an hour and a half later, he said he loved us and said bye, then he jumped down a hole in the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then...Usher came out. On a freaking floating platform. We were all concentrating on the smexy backup dancers that were on the stage, and then &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt; Usher starts singing from the back of the Center and looky there, he's hovering over the audience. Dancing like it's nobody's business. I am soooo jealous of his dancing. Usher was fantastic....and sweaty...but that's okay. He performed new songs and OLD songs. Like songs that I haven't even heard in ages. I was like "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;YESSSSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0n0tgG41I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SlD-gs10q5w/s1600/DSC05438.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0n0tgG41I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/SlD-gs10q5w/s320/DSC05438.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0nwLDnZMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/So6J6bU7wlk/s1600/DSC05436.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0nwLDnZMI/AAAAAAAAAOM/So6J6bU7wlk/s200/DSC05436.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh hey usher, hows it going?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So since the concert finished, all I've been able to listen to is Trey Songz and Usher. And guess what Laura bought me for Christmas? Yeap. Trey Songz' cd: Passion Pain Pleasure. I bought her the newest Josh Groban cd. Yeah, we're that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rnbmusicblog.com/pics/trey-ppp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="285" src="http://www.rnbmusicblog.com/pics/trey-ppp.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mymoodismusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/trey-songz-passion-pain-pleasure-album-cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://mymoodismusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/trey-songz-passion-pain-pleasure-album-cover.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On even more amazing news, I finished classes and finals! I've aced 3 of my classes!! I'm sooooo&amp;nbsp;ecstatic. And I got to hang out with Laura almost all day on Friday, and that made me happy cause we haven't seen each other in sooooo long. And we're planning on meeting on Monday to go see Harry Potter 7 part 1. I know, I know, it's embarassing that I haven't seen it yet, but I just didn't have enough time!! Hopefully it'll happen soon. Christmas is coming up, and I've been saving up for a nook and some nice skullcandy headphones. Why do I have such expensive tastes? Anyway, hopefully I'll write again before Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Have a great week and make sure the crazy shopping moms don't run you over with their mom-vans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-4057253204173177648?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4057253204173177648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/omgliterally-and-bit-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4057253204173177648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4057253204173177648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/omgliterally-and-bit-more.html' title='OMG...Literally. and a bit more!'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TQ0iijflkrI/AAAAAAAAAN8/-w5seN8iBmU/s72-c/DSC05403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-7700395467086729411</id><published>2010-12-07T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:53:38.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in Case</title><content type='html'>Just in case you were concerned as to why i disappeared off the face of the planet, it is because my professors are trying to kill me. And it's working. I can't function normally. Walking in a straight line is out of the question. And my brain throbs...consistently. This. is. child. abuse. And I thought they were all pleasant people...lies. Well, I finish classes tomorrow and finals are done on the 17th. So hopefully I'll write a normal and drama filled blogpost before the end of my life. Oh by the way, welcome to you new followers of mine =] Sorry for the lack of entertainment as of late, I would much rather be blogging than drooling and spazzing in my classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your almost-spent-college-writer,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. work? it's freaking freezing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-7700395467086729411?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/7700395467086729411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-in-case.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/7700395467086729411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/7700395467086729411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/12/just-in-case.html' title='Just in Case'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-4431874233475131892</id><published>2010-11-22T15:43:00.028-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T16:05:32.268-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dunkin donuts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>So I'm a complete liar. True Story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Soooo I'm&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;a l&lt;/span&gt;iar. In my last post I said, and I quote: "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;I will promise to blog in sooner than 10 days!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Um...it's been 11 days...so moral of the story is that I lied. But it's not my fault!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So since the adventures of November 11th, I've had dance practice every. single. night. after my classes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I. wanted. to. die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;I feel like I've said that more than a healthy amount of times within my history of blogging...oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;Anyway, during my dance practices, I had to make sure I woke up to be able to go to work AND finish all my projects before the due dates. I'm pretty sure my profs are trying to kill me...or at least torture me until I kill myself. And it's going to keep getting worse. You'll be lucky if I post again before New Years...okay, I really hope that doesn't happen. I will legit cry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;But before I get to the holidays, let me talk about this past Saturday, which was the Diwali Festival!! And that's what all these dance practices were for. It was...interesting. The dances were all good, even ours!!! Except a couple fatalities...i'm just kidding. But really there were only a couple faults in our dance, and I was really surprised about how fast it finished. But it's done. Our makeup, costumes, hair, the whole shebang was hardcore. I had long hair (like down to my waist) for the whole day! It was glorious. Too bad my hair won't be that long until like 3898 years from now. Stupid hair. I'm the only one in the family with the non-fast-hair-growing gene. It's sucktastic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;But enough complaining, here's some pics from our dance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MfX2Vh9TXY/TOiTtpgiOOI/AAAAAAAAJ-8/MKC_oSgayDU/s720/IMG_7391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MfX2Vh9TXY/TOiTtpgiOOI/AAAAAAAAJ-8/MKC_oSgayDU/s320/IMG_7391.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MfX2Vh9TXY/TOiTkB9EnwI/AAAAAAAAJ9c/6S9CNuDlGAI/s512/IMG_7367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MfX2Vh9TXY/TOiTkB9EnwI/AAAAAAAAJ9c/6S9CNuDlGAI/s320/IMG_7367.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MfX2Vh9TXY/TOiTvd5sA2I/AAAAAAAAJ_U/9lTsbXmLs20/s720/IMG_7398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6MfX2Vh9TXY/TOiTvd5sA2I/AAAAAAAAJ_U/9lTsbXmLs20/s320/IMG_7398.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finale! Look at us, we're so colorful :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a lot of fun, and I'm definitely going to sign up for the next one. I just hope that the next one will be sometime over winter break where I won't have classes and projects to worry about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;So, that was amazingness on Saturday. And now it's Monday. The beginning of a new loooonng week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/cwl/lowres/cwln442l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/cwl/lowres/cwln442l.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;True. freaking.story.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Just KIDDING!! It's Thanksgiving week, so I'll get off of school on Wednesday. I'm soooo excited for food. Like super excited. I'm so excited that it's verging on the point of sad. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRNGj5Y30zuBBskx5k89i4rHv4fiRGRtLUoj80-dsVShPjE9v241p6paUd7" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRNGj5Y30zuBBskx5k89i4rHv4fiRGRtLUoj80-dsVShPjE9v241p6paUd7" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe this made me giggle&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;But yeah, food is coming soon. And with family gatherings comes amazingly-phantasmagorical-epic-photos!! So those will be coming up reallll soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last class today, one of my best friends, Morgan, and I are going to a concert so I can get extra credit for my Music Appreciation class. I &amp;lt;3 Extra Credit. But that's at 8pm...so we're gonna need some fuel to keep us away...and that means DUNKIN DONUTS!!! WHOOOOOOOO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.dunkindonuts.com/images/aboutus/products/whitehotchocolate/banner_whitehotchocolate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="https://www.dunkindonuts.com/images/aboutus/products/whitehotchocolate/banner_whitehotchocolate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dunkin donuts White Hot Chocolate is pretty much&lt;br /&gt;the reason for my existence.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Soooo class is about to start, and so I'm off to glare at my computer screen as it doesn't listen to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Your soooo exhausted college kid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qKGKE8LdgyU/Sw6xaLeSB8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/QPF-SMn8ObM/s400/happy-thanksgiving.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qKGKE8LdgyU/Sw6xaLeSB8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/QPF-SMn8ObM/s200/happy-thanksgiving.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-4431874233475131892?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4431874233475131892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-im-complete-liar-true-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4431874233475131892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4431874233475131892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-im-complete-liar-true-story.html' title='So I&apos;m a complete liar. True Story.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6MfX2Vh9TXY/TOiTtpgiOOI/AAAAAAAAJ-8/MKC_oSgayDU/s72-c/IMG_7391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-2511690540769938650</id><published>2010-11-11T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:26:29.075-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>OMGWTFLMAO...whaaaaaaaat?</title><content type='html'>Heyyyyyyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it &lt;s&gt;hasn't been that long&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;has been FOREVER since I last blogged. This is becoming an addiction. Oh well. So in the past 2909209 days that I've been missing, quite a bit of events have occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I've had dance practice a couple of times since last blogging, and I'm getting the hang of it. Unlike my mother. Who complains about her "disintegrating" hips and knees. Lies. I tend to catch on to steps really quickly, so I get bonus points. BUT we haven't finished choreographing for the song...and the Festival is on the 20th. Problem. Which will hopefully be remedied soon. Or I'll run around on stage and break out in random cartwheel spazzes. Oh you know it would be the best thing on the planet. I'd get famous. Buy a mustang. And find Tom Felton. The rest would be self&amp;nbsp;explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://truejustice.org/ee/images/perugia/frontpage3/3032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" src="http://truejustice.org/ee/images/perugia/frontpage3/3032.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, last week was an awful week. I had sooo many things to do. I don't think I slept. Like at all. Which is why I haven't been able to blog until know. I had 4 English assignments due, 2 layout designs due, a feature story due, 2 computer science projects to do, an exam to study for, my cousin's college essay to edit, a job application to fill out and a teaching lesson to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I. wanted. to. die.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I was in a fantastically pissy mood for a good 4 days. Which is not normal for me...so I couldn't even enjoy the pissy mood. And what managed to make me laugh was the fact that Laura was also in a pissed off mood. And she could not figure out why! But I got over it around Friday because....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mrscloyd.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/college-stress.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://mrscloyd.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/college-stress.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;okay. take this...and make it 40 times crazier...with crumpled paper&lt;br /&gt;everywhere...and a palm mark on her face. then it'll be me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I GOT A JOB!!! OMG OMG OMG OMG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.gigpark.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Jumping-for-Joy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" src="http://blog.gigpark.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Jumping-for-Joy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;umm so let's pretend that's me.&lt;br /&gt;omg don't i look awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;keep pretending....&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I opened up my email, saw "Congrats Jackie on being accepted to our staff," and jumped like 20 feet in the air from happiness. You guys know I've been applying practically everywhere for a flippin job. Some way to make money and get something solid on my resume. But nobody has been hiring so it's been really depressing. And I was legit just gonna stop searching soon. But one girl from my old school who is also in one of my English classes was like, "oh yeah, the Admissions office is looking for people to work. especially over winter session." I practically tackled her and was like "El, you've gotta send me the info &lt;i&gt;pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease&lt;/i&gt;." It may or may not have looked like a was having a seizure. I'm not telling you. Ever. But she sent it, and I filled it out, and I sent it in, and they sent me back ish, and I sent them ish, and they sent me a training date. I was sooo stoked. I didn't even care what I was going to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so I had training on Tuesday. And lemme tell you the Admissions office is like hardcore. I hold future student possibilities in my hand. Can you say pressure!? Basically I fill/sort/edit/take care of transferring information into the computer or to the right sections. And it's cold in there. My first legit day was today. I work 8 hours a week, which is definitely not a lot, but it works perfectly with my schedule. So I'm all super happy cause I'm actually going to be making some sort of cash flow. Which means I can afford to get a new camera and save up to study abroad somewhere. My two goals right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Third, It's cold. Just in case you didn't know. Yesterday, I was wearing a tshirt-ish thing with a light sweatshirt and jeans. Today? Jeans, boots, sweater, scarf, and peacoat. WTF weather?! Keep it together, and stop confusing me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fourth, I have a quiz today...on really boring information...that I should be reviewing for...because it's my next class...and well, the honest truth is ------&amp;gt; i. really. don't. want. to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hopefully this week will be back to normal on the blogging schedule. The semester's almost over, just about 4 weeks left (and that's including Thanksgiving-ness...mmmm foooood). And then I'll be able to relax...unless I have work. Then I'll be able to make money...and relax around 6. yaaaaaaaayyyyy. And the good thing is that I only have one final this semester, which is Computer Science, but I really like the stuff I'm learning. And I actually understand, and I feel brilliant when I help people every once in a while. It's &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt;. I have a test in that ish on Monday. Hopefully I'll do FaNfReAkInGtAsTiC. Be jealous of my words. It's okay to wish you had the ability to bullshit words like me. It's a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, as I sit in a little cubicle chair, on the third floor of my university library, eating a little baggie of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and listening to construction people bang into walls and such, I will leave you so I can at least study for my useless-random-complete-waste-of-time-about-the-thickness-of-paper quiz. joy.&lt;br /&gt;I will promise to blog in sooner than 10 days!!&lt;br /&gt;Your fav newly employed college kid ever,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-2511690540769938650?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2511690540769938650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/omgwtflmaowhaaaaaaaat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/2511690540769938650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/2511690540769938650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/omgwtflmaowhaaaaaaaat.html' title='OMGWTFLMAO...whaaaaaaaat?'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-3071585591749168890</id><published>2010-11-01T15:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T15:20:15.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Nonsensical Blurb #3</title><content type='html'>I have the sniffles. My nose has been driving me insane since Tuesday. And i'm like 2 seconds away from chopping it off. Yeahhh that's how much it's killing me. Ughhhhh. But I do have some things to share for a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nonsensical blurb&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;so I figure I might as well do it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have sooooooo much to do this week. I have a layout to revise, a feature story to revise, a paper to write with research, a dreamweaver lab, dance practice, my magazine-ish work, worksheets, 2 exams to study for, my cousin's college essay to proofread, and a grammar lesson to make. F.M.L. I'm gonna dieeeeeeeeee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatthehealthmag.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/stress_headbang4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://whatthehealthmag.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/stress_headbang4.gif" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is hanging on my wall. and has been thoroughly used.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-bottom: 0.5em; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TM8Gr6HFoXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PWGum0znGys/s1600/DSC05185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TM8Gr6HFoXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PWGum0znGys/s320/DSC05185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure one was a thug..and the other was&lt;br /&gt;a Star Wars character...we're not really sure.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was Halloween yesterday! And we (meaning me and basically anyone else like fam/friends) haven't been halloweening in AGES. So I decided to take the brothers out yesterday. I had already had my costume from last year (that I sadly didn't wear) and my brothers dug in their closets to find all sort of shenanigans. The end results? See below for the amazingness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TM8GrKJRc9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/m9hEj7GK4nI/s1600/DSC05182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TM8GrKJRc9I/AAAAAAAAAMo/m9hEj7GK4nI/s320/DSC05182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohhh i know you're jealous of my costume. ps. I had a sword.&lt;br /&gt;I know, i'm legit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we (and by we, i mean they) got ALOT of candy. By the time we came home (about 45 minutes later) my fingers and nose were numb, and my arms wouldn't&amp;nbsp;voluntarily&amp;nbsp;move...but it was well worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance practice has started...and it was craziness. We had the first meeting last week, and we learned a bunch of steps...but then as we were leaving, some of the ladies (i'm the youngest. like usual.) were like "ummm are we gonna be able to do all this??" and i wanted to be like "biddy, i did not just spend the past hour and a half learning steps to NOTHING." but of course, I only pick fights with 20 ft tall guys, so I kept quite. And soooo the next time we meet, we will hopefully be working on the song and finish figuring out the steps. This other girl (she's 22 and says she cant dance at.all. its soo funny) and I have a little party together and ask one lady (she's a G at this dancing ish. like omg, i hope i can dance like her when i'm 40!) to go over the steps slowly so we can learn properly. We'll see how this goes. Diwali is coming up...Nov. 21st I think, so time is running out! If it's amazing, then I will post the video up here!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh here's the good daughter-ness showing up! So, it was my mom's birthday a bit ago, and since my dad wasn't home for a couple days, I figured that I should do something. Except her birthday was during a school day...and I am like 30 minutes away from where she works...plus I have like NO cash. But I conspired with her co-workers, bought a cake, bought a present (my presents are the shiz man. you wish i was your daughter!) and raced over to her work to surprise her. But like I expected, i was slightly late...that's what happens when you get stuck behind two 583 year old woman driving. It was sooo painful to drive 30 mph in a 45 mph. I wanted to die. gah. But, I made it...and the co-workers managed to stall her. So all in all, my mother was surprised, the cake/pie thing was delish, and I win the daughter of the year award from all her co-workers. WIN.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ihasahotdog.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/funny-dog-pictures-birthday-hats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://ihasahotdog.wordpress.com/files/2008/03/funny-dog-pictures-birthday-hats.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;hehe. birfday. hehehe.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry this &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nonsensical Blurb&lt;/span&gt; wasn't very fun =[ Hopefully the next time will be FANFREAKINTASTICAL. Or else i'll cry. Not quite sure what my next post will be about, but that will probably not be happening anytime soon. Maybe if you get lucky, you can read a new one...in a month!! yayyyyyy! *facepalm* I'm retarded. I know. But guess what? I'm almost done fall semester!!! ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yeap. it's craziness. And now I will leave you so I can run to my computer science class and glare at my computer when it doesn't listen to me -.-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeya later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jackie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-3071585591749168890?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3071585591749168890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/nonsensical-blurb-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/3071585591749168890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/3071585591749168890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/11/nonsensical-blurb-3.html' title='Nonsensical Blurb #3'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TM8Gr6HFoXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/PWGum0znGys/s72-c/DSC05185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-3162116592154017099</id><published>2010-10-25T23:08:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T11:21:38.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Lobster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PF Chang&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creepers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom-van'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>New York + us = the craziest creeptastic sober shenanigans possible</title><content type='html'>Oh hey there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been a week since my New York trip...but I remember every moment as if I had a photographic memory. Which I def don't have. And so, here is my New York weekend in it's entirely, complete with visual graphics =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mother and I started off from my home and met up with the four other party members: Tina (24?), Chris (15?), Tess (sister of Tina; 13?), and Lucy (mother of Chris). And we all piled into Lucy's mom-van. Ohhh you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daymented.com/2006/0924_mom_van.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="137" src="http://www.daymented.com/2006/0924_mom_van.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;something like this. oh so attractive.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So anyway, we're taking this little mom-van and realize we don't have any gas in the tank. &lt;i&gt;Wonderful&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So we're like on a highway, and decide to pull into the next gas station...unless somebody&amp;nbsp;volunteered to push the van all the way to New York. &lt;i&gt;Not. Me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMZB2zBCSEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y9w_-mXvwoM/s1600/P1000994.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMZB2zBCSEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y9w_-mXvwoM/s320/P1000994.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aren't we &lt;i&gt;adorable&lt;/i&gt;? Say yes. Now. =]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And of course, we spot the &lt;b&gt;SHADIEST&lt;/b&gt; looking gas station I have &lt;b&gt;EVER&lt;/b&gt; seen. Like, OhMyEffingGosh. And the guy who pumped our gas for us? Shadiness to the freaking maximum. He was totally creeping on Tina (she was driving) as we pulled away from the station. And of course, Chris, Tess, and I make the situation even better by declaring loudly how creepy this station/man look...while the window is open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we drove along until we reached our hotel, which was&amp;nbsp;situated pretty much 2-3 miles from Times Square,&amp;nbsp;and lugged in all our baggage to check in. Once we chucked our things in the hotel rooms (which was on the flippin 9th floor!), we made our way down to the lobby, where we discovered that you need your hotel key to be able to use the bathroom. ha. Lemme just say that was found out the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we were literally starving...even though we ate like 3 bagels and 3290293 munchkins. Oh dunkin&amp;nbsp;donuts, i love you. Such awesome tasty goodness that is going to kill me eventually. *drool* Right! back to the trip! Well, we decided to eat at some random asian place...because we like spicy food (duh.) But this place was kinda...retarded. Okay, more than just kinda...ALOT. 1. our waitress asked us if we were ready like 4 times...and then ANOTHER waitress asked us if we were ready...in the same 3&amp;nbsp;minutes. &lt;b&gt;Fail. &lt;/b&gt;2. Food was noooottttt spicy. at all. 3. the waitresses were hovering like they had 40,000 people trying to sit in their&amp;nbsp;restaurant...there was just us and another family. *facepalm* But, at least the food was pretty good. So no biggie, we were full and made our way down the streets of New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had no plans for the trip, other than to see a broadway show...like Phantom of the Opera or Wicked. But the ticket lines were forever long around 2pm, so we decided to walk all over the place and head over to Chinatown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRZnta29I/AAAAAAAAAK0/koOEMq1IPbo/s1600/DSC00317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRZnta29I/AAAAAAAAAK0/koOEMq1IPbo/s200/DSC00317.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXSF_N39sI/AAAAAAAAALc/0-b71qCmxK0/s1600/DSC00321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXSF_N39sI/AAAAAAAAALc/0-b71qCmxK0/s200/DSC00321.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First stop on our way to Chinatown was the M&amp;amp;M store. Sooooo much chocolate goodness...that for some reason, we didn't buy any of...but I took pictures =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it was sooooo flippin crowded in the store. I could barely breathe! Then again, it was in the middle of New York City. in an M&amp;amp;Ms store. during the Breast Cancer walk weekend (which we had totally been unaware of). on a Saturday. I know, we're all geniuses. It's a family gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRYSWLKKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gRXguba9n7c/s1600/DSC00324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRYSWLKKI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gRXguba9n7c/s200/DSC00324.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my aunt being told what m&amp;amp;m she is&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRbZDr-sI/AAAAAAAAAK8/oVnDiZAbeFY/s1600/DSC00322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRbZDr-sI/AAAAAAAAAK8/oVnDiZAbeFY/s200/DSC00322.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom finding out her m&amp;amp;m flavor..after jumping on the&lt;br /&gt;platform 40 times. it was hilarious.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRcHp9LnI/AAAAAAAAALA/LTbS0Rx-JeU/s1600/DSC00323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRcHp9LnI/AAAAAAAAALA/LTbS0Rx-JeU/s320/DSC00323.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeahhhh mine was EPIC.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRc5F5M7I/AAAAAAAAALE/-HwyIH0Roa4/s1600/DSC00326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRc5F5M7I/AAAAAAAAALE/-HwyIH0Roa4/s200/DSC00326.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wall of M&amp;amp;M glory. it's so beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;i wanted to eat all of them!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRdmjLRHI/AAAAAAAAALI/XqyKd3wCezg/s1600/DSC00328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRdmjLRHI/AAAAAAAAALI/XqyKd3wCezg/s200/DSC00328.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sign said that these were: Special Edition. &lt;br /&gt;Yeap, we be fancy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXReUgM9AI/AAAAAAAAALM/d8TIMW8sgmo/s1600/DSC00329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXReUgM9AI/AAAAAAAAALM/d8TIMW8sgmo/s320/DSC00329.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;CHOCOLATE GOODNESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeahhh...i was pretty happy. *drool*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course, we're leaving the store like normal people. And I have my camera in my hand, so I'm just turning all different ways and snapping snapshots like a secretive tourist. And then I realize there's a screen above my head that has like a cute m&amp;amp;m movie ish thing going on. So i look up to get a photo, and the second I press the click button, this is what shows up on the screen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRgQuxgkI/AAAAAAAAALY/V2BN_EIOVuk/s1600/DSC00332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXRgQuxgkI/AAAAAAAAALY/V2BN_EIOVuk/s320/DSC00332.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you say C-R-E-E-P-E-R???&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Yeap, that's right. I had a creepy M&amp;amp;M face for my snapshot. I was like, "really? only I would be creeped on by an M&amp;amp;M." And Tessy and Christine both turned to look at me for a quick second...and then agreed enthusiastically. See, we family members know each other &lt;i&gt;realll&lt;/i&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But moving on: to get to Chinatown, we need to take a field trip to the subway. Did I mention how Tessy is afraid of everything? Not like the dark or bugs or stuff like that. She's afraid that when people talk to me and Tina (because apparently Tina and I were a hot commodity in New York that weekend) they'll mug us. Keep Tessy's fears in mind; they're important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Christine and I are trying to figure out which subway route will take us closest to Chinatown. Lucy and my mother have gone off in some direction and are trying to figure out the best way to find some fake Jimmy Choo bags. And Tessy and Tina are just chillin about a foot away from Christine and me. A drunk African American man saunters out from a corner of the building and walks toward the subway&amp;nbsp;entrance...which we 4 are quite near to. And then it happens. He stops about 3 feet away from us, and I, of course being the ninja that I am, grab Christine's arm and stand infront of her. But we keep looking at the map like we don't notice him. And a second later, he is a foot away from Tina saying, "New&amp;nbsp;Delhi? huh? New&amp;nbsp;Delhi?" At this point I'm thinking: OMFG, why is it automatic Indian association?! And just cause she looks like that, doesn't mean you have to talk to her like she's 5." &amp;nbsp;She's like, "um. can i help you." And he looks at her and says, "Let me see your pinky." Tina's face was priceless. Basically it was &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;WTF?! &lt;/span&gt;But she held out her pinky and he like did that pinky promise thing. You know? The thing we used to do when we were kids to show that we REALLY meant a promise (yeah, right.). And then he just walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me tell you something: Tina is a pretty much a independent girl. She's street savvy with professional ties. Pretty much a well rounded person. But Tessy is a little mother. She even chastises me sometimes; although, I usually deserve it since I rarely act like a mature college student (oxymoron?). So the second this guy split, Tessy starts ranting about all the possibilites and what he could have done with Tina's pinky. And when this ranting was done (me and Christine had found the route ages ago) all Tina could say was this: "He. smelled. soooo bad." Which of course got me laughing...and I eventually snorted which set off everyone laughing. I know right? I'm so classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXvXMCFAaI/AAAAAAAAALg/1QkqX6ZzCdo/s1600/P1010001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXvXMCFAaI/AAAAAAAAALg/1QkqX6ZzCdo/s320/P1010001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you tell that it was windy? oh yeah, i am in the orange.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got on the subway, made our way to Chinatown, didn't find any Jimmy Choos handbags, and literally wandered in and out of every little side store possible. My feet wanted to die. But of course something interesting has to happen, cause I'm involved. So on our way back to the lovely subway, it was slightly chilly so I pulled my hood up (see above visual). Yes, we've been through this before. I am a hooligan/hoodlum/badkid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXzE7NV04I/AAAAAAAAALk/wBcs_cDlHjM/s1600/DSC00282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMXzE7NV04I/AAAAAAAAALk/wBcs_cDlHjM/s200/DSC00282.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this was my response. attractive? i thought so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we wander back to the underground subway stairs, i encounter this guy. This indian guy. Who looked considerably older than me. And who basically full-fledged stopped infront of me and Tessy (she had linked arms with me cause she knows I'll beat everyone down) and&amp;nbsp;ogled&amp;nbsp;at me. And exclaimed "OH GOD" in that really annoying Indian accent (I'm indian, so i'm allowed to hate on it!!). My response? ---------&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after I growled, glared, and kicked him in the face (well...okay not the last one), we trekked back to our hotel and realized that the pool closes at 8pm. At the moment, it was 7pm. Yeah. EPIC FAIL. But, since we were desperate to go swimming, we jumped in our swimming attire and ran to the pool. And swam for about an hour. But it was a glorious hour. Christine and I adore swimming; Tessy doesn't know how to. But since Christine and I are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;amazing&lt;/span&gt; cousins, we decided to teach Tessy to swim; and swim she did. She actually did really well. And then, sadly we had to get out of the pool, run to take showers, and then head out to search for food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX5wcaJjCI/AAAAAAAAALo/TlWDuz1_8vg/s1600/DSC00373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX5wcaJjCI/AAAAAAAAALo/TlWDuz1_8vg/s320/DSC00373.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My food wasn't even as awesome as it should've been.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, Lucy decided to pick Red Lobster, and so we headed down to Red Lobster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;WARNING!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This is not a&amp;nbsp;satisfied review...so if you love Red Lobster, skip this part. Anyway, there was a&amp;nbsp;humongous&amp;nbsp;line outside the door of Red Lobster, but somehow Lucy managed to go in and get us a table in less than 5 minutes. Tina and i thought that she bribed the table person. She wouldn't tell us!! But when we got seated, we met our 25ish year old waiter, Jason. Jeez Louise, can you say hammmm? I swear &amp;nbsp;he winked at us 48 times in an hour (I counted). And he sucked at bringing us food. And thought he could get away with it by winking...another 4894 times. AND THEN, Tina was already pissed off at him so she decided to tell him it was my mom's birthday (it wasn't), and he said, "oh really? Oh, well then I must do the merengue for you!" And then Jason proceeded to put his hand on his belly and attempt to swing his hips back and forth. Me and Tina deduced that he looked like he was scratching his belly. Picture it....yes. Exactly what you were thinking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And then eventually Tina managed to point a knife at his baby making parts which started another funny story. It was entertaining. But we were all soooo happy to leave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX-Ve1LlhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tRFx99pwJQg/s1600/DSC00354.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX-Ve1LlhI/AAAAAAAAAL8/tRFx99pwJQg/s320/DSC00354.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drake makes me wanna jump in a car right now and buy&lt;br /&gt;a flippin Kodak camera. hellloooo!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX-ToqN0lI/AAAAAAAAAL0/THOLYMDvjFc/s1600/DSC00339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX-ToqN0lI/AAAAAAAAAL0/THOLYMDvjFc/s320/DSC00339.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nighttime!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX-UdJvq7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/95K49k_4fKE/s1600/DSC00343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX-UdJvq7I/AAAAAAAAAL4/95K49k_4fKE/s320/DSC00343.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sooo many people just milling around.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX-W5mAB-I/AAAAAAAAAME/wsu62ELoozw/s1600/DSC00342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX-W5mAB-I/AAAAAAAAAME/wsu62ELoozw/s320/DSC00342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;more random people&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we wandered back to our hotel room. But of course, not before we got&amp;nbsp;harassed&amp;nbsp;by an old man in a wheelchair. And he literally came after us for about 2-3 blocks. I was ready to tip his wheelchair over and kick him. He came after us saying obscene things which we all ignored...and then he kept coming after us. I grabbed Christine like the good ninja that I am. And our mothers were ahead of us, so we didn't have to worry about them. But poor Tessy was freaking out and she ran a little ahead of us, which made Tina have to catch up to her. Which made the handicapped creeper come after her. It was a mess. And I was pissed off that we had to scram away from a handicapped guy. I was&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;supper salty that he didn't have anything else to do with his&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life other than bothering normal girls. *Sigh*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we made it back to our hotel room with no more creepers. And we watched tv (The Longest Yard. soo freaking funny) until around 2am. And slept. Soooo well. And then woke up at 7:45am. to go swimming. We. are. &lt;i&gt;crazy. &lt;/i&gt;Anyway, we swam til around 10am and headed to McDonald's. And I had the &lt;b&gt;BEST&lt;/b&gt; breakfast sandwich ever. It was a sausage McGridle. And it was delish! And then we proceeded to try and find a show...which failed. Phantom wasn't playing...and we didn't feel like paying alot of money to see Wicked. But we still wandered around to check out the stores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX_6eDIlWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rMx5Eo5-Xt8/s320/tessy,+chris,+and+me.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posing! Aren't we cute? Isn't my peacoat smexy!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX_6eDIlWI/AAAAAAAAAMM/rMx5Eo5-Xt8/s1600/tessy,+chris,+and+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX_7f_3gVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LHyRYFdx2tg/s1600/P1010012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX_7f_3gVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/LHyRYFdx2tg/s320/P1010012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;we look straight up like we're from a magazine!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX_821wIsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GrDpZLBMdeo/s1600/P1010013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX_821wIsI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GrDpZLBMdeo/s320/P1010013.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, we're soooo candid.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX_5XkiYPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/b48GUk8jN0c/s1600/P1010011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMX_5XkiYPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/b48GUk8jN0c/s320/P1010011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;you wish you were this cute. admit it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I love the fact that I randomly pull at a camera at the most obnoxious times to snap unattractive photos of people, and yet I still manage to get some freaking amazing shots. When I get a more impressive camera, get ready to see some HOTT shots. Hopefully I'll be able to get enough cash by the winter. Cross your fingers!! Anyway, after we visited Forever21 (which I love by the way...cheap clothing yet nice quality ftw) and some random other store to buy me some tourist merchandise (aka a sweatshirt), we piled in the mom-van and varroomed on out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMZCC_YpKrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9RAarpY5tm8/s1600/P1010025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMZCC_YpKrI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9RAarpY5tm8/s320/P1010025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then of course by that time we were all hungry, so we stopped around Lucy and Christine's house...and found a PF Chang's. Okay, so I've never eaten there before. I fell in love. It is now my official favorite place to eat. *Note to future boyfriend: I love PF Chang's. Take me there. Often.* Anyway, we were all happy eating our different bowls of tasty-ness. And the service was brilliant. No pestering-randomly-winking boys or crazy people. It was awesome. And I'm pretty sure I stuffed myself until I couldn't move. I didn't even eat dessert. Which is crazy-ness.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMZB6-1GirI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MNuH9ERPMyE/s1600/P1010026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMZB6-1GirI/AAAAAAAAAMc/MNuH9ERPMyE/s320/P1010026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;when I get a camera, I got hardcore photography.&lt;br /&gt;just warning you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMZB_MGzxXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/znTyMcTSPoI/s1600/P1010017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMZB_MGzxXI/AAAAAAAAAMg/znTyMcTSPoI/s320/P1010017.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;PF Chang's *drroooollll*&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;All in all, it was legit one of the best weekends I've had in a looong while. It was a time to relax without having to worry about anything else. And I got to hang out with my favorite cousins ever. And even though I didn't get to party like a rockstar, it was well worth the trip of going. Next time though, I'm gonna buy those Phantom of the Opera tickets like 5 years ahead of time. Just saying. I hope I have more trips like this where I can show you all my crazy adventures and photographs that happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have another Nonsensical Blurb up soon. Hopefully I can make it a weekly plan...maybe on Thursdays. We'll see if that works! Hope you all have a great couple of days. Take care and don't get sick. Because I have the sniffles right now, and I am this close to ripping my nose off. &lt;b&gt;RAWR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A Great Week and eat tons of pomegranates because they are the most delish fruit &lt;i&gt;EVAR.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite-busiest-creeper-attracting-sniffle-fighting-ninja,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-3162116592154017099?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3162116592154017099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-york-us-craziest-creeptastic-sober.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/3162116592154017099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/3162116592154017099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-york-us-craziest-creeptastic-sober.html' title='New York + us = the craziest creeptastic sober shenanigans possible'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TMZB2zBCSEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y9w_-mXvwoM/s72-c/P1000994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-3498002014858768480</id><published>2010-10-15T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T14:42:19.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disgruntled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian'/><title type='text'>Nonsensical Blurb #2</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, here comes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nonsensical Blurb &lt;/span&gt;#2...while i listen to my Baroque and Classical&amp;nbsp;compositions for my music exam on Friday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a music exam on Friday...as previously stated. And i'm hella not ready yet. Notecards are cued and ready to be flipped through...as I try to get through them now. But, blogging is just SO much more appealing...so is facebook, but I already visited that site like an hour ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTTy_wKLMPx4HQJeSCEWVf2Euma1V_Cc-iyyeMPAqeBoqtueUo&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__tLrGbbf3nRW8KENBR6KWoWKHs8E=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTTy_wKLMPx4HQJeSCEWVf2Euma1V_Cc-iyyeMPAqeBoqtueUo&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__tLrGbbf3nRW8KENBR6KWoWKHs8E=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ha! I wish i had colorful notecards!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thepunypundit.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/angry-kid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://thepunypundit.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/angry-kid.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;best. kid. face. ever. made...ever.&lt;br /&gt;"Get off the stage mofos!!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;India Fest 2010 was about a week and a half ago. It was pretty cool, but there were soooooooo many politicians talking this year =[ And in case you couldn't tell yet, I don't like politics or history. Therefore I was like: "listen mofos, get off the effing stage!! i wanna see some hardcore indian dancing! that is the sole reason why i came here!!!" and then i proceeded to gripe to Laura. Because she was there. And cause she felt the same. exact. way. So, the verdict of India Fest 2010 was &lt;i&gt;mehhhhh&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ahmedabad.metromela.com/image/Dandiya.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://ahmedabad.metromela.com/image/Dandiya.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ohhhh yeahhh! aren't these amazing?!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mother bought me Garba sticks. And they are the freaking coolest ones ever. Well, maybe not...but they are one of the coolest ones ever! For those of you who are foreign to Indian-ness, which most often includes me, Garba is a traditional (or not so traditional...depends on who you ask) Indian dance from Guj&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;rat, India. And people legit dress up for events like this. Like o.m.g dress up with the whole shabang. And there are a couple places nearby that my mother and I found out about that host garba dance parties...and these people like to PARTAYYYY!! til around 2 in the morn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://festivals.iloveindia.com/navratri/pics/dandiya-raas-in-navratri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://festivals.iloveindia.com/navratri/pics/dandiya-raas-in-navratri.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;these people are PARTAYYYYing. HxC.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I'm going to New York City with my mom, 3 cousins, and 2 aunts. I'm sooooo excited. As I stated in one of my other blog posts: I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt; cities. I'm a city girl, born and raised...and still travel to my hometown almost every weekend. So anyway, we're planning on staying in a hotel room for the weekend, going to see a Broadway show, shop, and who knows what else. But I am soooo stoked for this. Especially because I will not be able to have another fun weekend like this until Thanksgiving break...because my college hates me &amp;gt;:O So, plenty of epic photographs will be posted after the trip.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iwu.edu/ccenter/students/images/New_York_City_at_night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://www.iwu.edu/ccenter/students/images/New_York_City_at_night.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal;"&gt;so.epic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;I have a feature story draft due on Tuesday...and a page design due...and I really have no idea how i'm going to write/make it. My prof is a very flustered person. Like really. I'm pretty sure she's going to drive me insane before the end of the semester. But, I somehow have seemed to have gotten on her good side. However, I feel like i'm 5 when she talks to me...I mean, maybe it's because I'm the youngest [it's a 400 level class, so most of them are seniors...and some juniors...and me (sophomore)], but srsly? come on now. I think I can handle it! Let's hope I get that feature written though....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/funny-pictures-disgruntled-employee-of-the-month.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/funny-pictures-disgruntled-employee-of-the-month.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this = my face when she told us it was due.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And so ends this edition of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nonsensical Blurb #2. &lt;/span&gt;And until next blurbyness (umm..that sounds dirty...) keep this quote from &lt;i&gt;The First Law of Applied Terror&lt;/i&gt; in mind while studying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;"When reviewing your notes before an exam, the most important will be illegible."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Peace out homies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;jackie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;ps. &lt;/span&gt;i am determined to have my gangster bball hat by the next time i blog. and i'm planning on getting it from new york. so be ready...my cousin has already decided to laugh at me....like 40 times. *sigh* family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-3498002014858768480?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3498002014858768480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/10/nonsensical-blurb-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/3498002014858768480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/3498002014858768480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/10/nonsensical-blurb-2.html' title='Nonsensical Blurb #2'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-9051856514868572064</id><published>2010-10-08T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T15:25:07.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nat tran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conor maynard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brittanilouisetaylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray william johnson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emily sasson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community channel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shane dawson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerimon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlieissocoollike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Youtube-ness</title><content type='html'>So.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm supposed to be hardcore speed reading this &lt;s&gt;really odd and ughish&lt;/s&gt; pleasant (...i'm lying) book. But like usual, my mind just started wandering, and I still have two hours until my next class...so I figured I could take a little break and blog. And then I realized I have know idea what I wanted to blog about...and I've already decided that my &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nonsensical Blurbs&lt;/span&gt; are only going to happen once a week. Yes. I like spontaneousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, ew. Some guy just walked by and literally burped his heart out. *sigh* oh college boys, how do half of you make it through life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, back to the real reason for this blog. So while thinking, I decided to go to youtube and listen to some music for inspiration.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I got like facepalmed with the idea. So, moral of the story is. I'm blogging about my favorite youtube stars today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're not going to be in any particular order. I'm just going to list them...as I remember them. Ha, yeah, I'm one of THOSE bloggers. No, not the one that plans out exactly what they're going to say, then writes 32823 rough drafts, then writes a final draft, and finally types it out. Noooo, I'm the blogger that decides she's bored and has a computer and a random idea. So let's review, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jackie = girl + computer + random useless information + classes + internet + blogger = this blog's existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;FTW!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(okay, let me be honest here...i actually had NO idea what that stood for, until recently. i know, i'm pathetic...let's just pretend that didn't happen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So without further ado, I present to you --i totally just rhymed--&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Favorite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;ness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(the youtube names are links to the home pages for you to look at)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt0r04sQo11qzkzufo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="109" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kt0r04sQo11qzkzufo1_400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the tshirts that she wears.&lt;br /&gt;i want it. now!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/communitychannel?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4"&gt;Community Channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok. Natalie Tran is the creator and star of the youtube sensation called Community Channel. She has got to be one of the funniest&amp;nbsp;people. EVAR. She's a 24 year old Asian (i'm not being racist. i promise. it's just, she uses that fact quite a bit in her videos. freakin hilarious.) girl who lives in Sydney, Australia. And she makes some of the most awkward/funny/inappropriate jokes in her videos ever. Her videos don't really have any purpose other than to get you to laugh. Which I do. Alot. Especially when she acts as different people (oh, yeah, now you're curious so you'll go check it out). She does hilarious skits and daily (ha, daily? not so much...more like...weekly. maybe.) vlogs about her life, or something legit random. LEGIT. But yeah, her vlogs are total fun to watch, and they make me laugh everytime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.2dayfm.com.au/2010/01/07/327258/Top-Banner_Community-Channel_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="66" src="http://images.2dayfm.com.au/2010/01/07/327258/Top-Banner_Community-Channel_400.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eHBPd_Bs_4/TBRj8qTEBsI/AAAAAAAADOs/4kbkcQnUAxc/S350/RayWilliamJohnson_TROLLS_by_SprocketTalker.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eHBPd_Bs_4/TBRj8qTEBsI/AAAAAAAADOs/4kbkcQnUAxc/S350/RayWilliamJohnson_TROLLS_by_SprocketTalker.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This pretty much sums it up. ZING!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/raywilliamjohnson?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4"&gt;=3&lt;/a&gt; by Ray William Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh Ray, you make me look forward to tuesdays and fridays. RayWilliamJohnson is this 20-something year old guy who reviews viral videos every monday and thursday (lies. i def check on mondays/thursdays and there is never any of his new videos). I literally can never get through one of his videos without laughing like a fool...which i do anyway, but you know what I mean. He's sarcastic, sassy, and just plain flat-out HiLaRiOuS. And believe it or not, I learn quite about the world from his videos...and how STUPID some people can be. It's absolutely frightening. As a warning, he has a odd fascination with squirrel aids, trolls, and the fake/gay phrase. Hence, the picture...it speaks a thousand words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/charlieissocoollike?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4"&gt;Charlieissocoollike&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/nerimon"&gt;Nerimon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Charlie McDonnell is the absolutely adorable (and really really reeeeeaaaalllly thin) British 19 year old who makes fun vlogs and occasional music-ish videos. His videos are all clean, unlike the previous two above (which is half the reason I laugh at them) and they range from just hello vlogs and skits to songs and challenges. And sometimes, his friend (and now roommate) Alex Day, who has a youtube channel called Nerimon, joins in to say hi. I watch Alex Day&amp;nbsp;occasionally, and the main reason I watch is because...he decided to read out loud Twilight *&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;shudder&lt;/span&gt;* &amp;nbsp;His facial expressions and retorts to the things he reads are the best thing EVER. Like honestly, 1. he's a guy 2. he has a British accent 3. Twilight is an oddity 4. his expressions = best thing since sliced bread. oh yeah, i went there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyc1lnZMMe1qb7o6io1_400.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyc1lnZMMe1qb7o6io1_400.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;um, yes. charlie is purple at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;but, trust me. that doesn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;that often.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kIwrLaPnpY/S6p37lsfXCI/AAAAAAAAACg/JUwq5fNAITM/s320/ChartJackersalexcharlie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7kIwrLaPnpY/S6p37lsfXCI/AAAAAAAAACg/JUwq5fNAITM/s320/ChartJackersalexcharlie.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;yeah..alex is the one with his mouth open.&lt;br /&gt;nice.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/shanedawsontv?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4"&gt;Shane Dawson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Shane Dawson was the first youtuber that I started watching. I used to wait until every Saturday and then speed-type to get to his video as soon as possible. They are really funny, honest, and personal videos. He has 3 different channels: Main channel, second channel, and an iphone channel. Shane's main channel has some pretty hilarious skits and typical youtube assets. His second channel is more of a personal vlogging area, and he takes his flip camera where ever he decides he wants to film. And finally he has his iphone for those moments in life where you say "dangit! i wish i caught that on film!" yeah, he catches it ALL. He updates all his channels on a regular basis, so no need to wait ages to watch a video. *Disclaimer* He &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt; using explicit language. I think it's freaking HILARIOUS...but you might wanna keep the little ones away =]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HoPYhWHSEQ/SxN8LZoT20I/AAAAAAAAACI/iDVaOOwxMdM/s1600/l_9ddf9928760f471bbd6fb77081ffeee2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2HoPYhWHSEQ/SxN8LZoT20I/AAAAAAAAACI/iDVaOOwxMdM/s200/l_9ddf9928760f471bbd6fb77081ffeee2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sooo normal Shane Dawson&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.ajchristian.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/fine_brothers_degrassi_shane_dawson1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="177" src="http://blog.ajchristian.org/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/fine_brothers_degrassi_shane_dawson1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shane Dawson as one of his characters.&lt;br /&gt;This makes it worth it. And he's got waaaayyy more.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/brittanilouisetaylor?blend=1&amp;amp;ob=4"&gt;Brittanilouisetaylor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glogster.com/media/5/15/53/38/15533898.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.glogster.com/media/5/15/53/38/15533898.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brittani Louise Taylor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Brittani is one if Shane Dawson's close friends. They usually appear in each other's videos with hilarious bloopers following. One hilarious difference is that Brittani is straight up clean. She never curses, and Shane always goads her to let a swear or two go. And she never does. Although, if I was here, i would've shanked Shane by now! She does lots of vlogs answering questions, reviewing her subscribers' comments, and just being herself. She also has a lot of music videos. Here's the thing: she. cant. sing. at. all. But she uses auto-tune to make them sound good. Now, ALOT of people have ripped on her for using auto-tune. And i have a problem with that, because she's not doing it to sell bijillions of albums, or get tons of money. Brittani uses autotune to make her voice sound better so she can sing in her videos. So basically, she's a really sweet person...who's quite obsessed with cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/barelypolitical"&gt;Barely Political&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT31FGHQFx4zcv_Hg5MSwqvYgI3WmzgUvFuN6u972XtsWg6KoA&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__-XVno5OJROgyp4gt5ET_WN4I6Ko=" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT31FGHQFx4zcv_Hg5MSwqvYgI3WmzgUvFuN6u972XtsWg6KoA&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__-XVno5OJROgyp4gt5ET_WN4I6Ko=" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ummm yes, they do parodies for movies too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is an interesting youtube channel. You might have heard of "Obama Girl?" Yeah, she's from here. And I don't like ALL of the stuff they do on this channel. But there is one segment of the channel that I absolutely love because it is a parody of top billboard chart songs. It's a section called the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/show/keyofawesome"&gt;Key of Awesome&lt;/a&gt;. Go check those out. As you can tell from the 2398293 other channels that I picked, I think parodies are the sh!t. I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt; parodies. Best thing evar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ooizit.com/wp-content/blogs.dir/1/files/avatars/3030/conor-maynard3bedf10c9740cf8330f5bb21bdbb216f-avatar2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.ooizit.com/wp-content/blogs.dir/1/files/avatars/3030/conor-maynard3bedf10c9740cf8330f5bb21bdbb216f-avatar2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;you are a pretty rad kid. keep it up!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/skillzaisherebooya"&gt;Skillzaisherebooya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Soooo I haven't picked an undiscovered musician yet. Anddd I'll do that right now! Conor Maynard, a 17 year old British boy and owner of the youtube channel skillzaisherebooya (i laughed at the name...go ahead, say it outloud), is a singer that I honestly have no idea how I stumbled upon. &amp;nbsp;But, his voice is very much to my liking. He takes songs that he likes, and does covers of them with the help of a couple of his friends who are also on youtube. I believe he has a couple of his own songs, but I'm not quite sure. Remember, I just recently started stalking him (not really, i don't stalk people like him...only Alex Pettyfer...oh yeah. hahahah) so give me some time to dig up important information...which I will give later. But his song's that I have heard def show me that his voice is amazing. The songs are fun to listen to, and show how much talent is in the world! He's a new fav of mine because he doesn't only copy the songs for the covers, but he also adds his own pitch changes, sometimes words, and a different feeling to the music.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Qn_DmFJGpsE/0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Qn_DmFJGpsE/0.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Break it down!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/DancErGrl876"&gt;DancErGrl876&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My favorite dance tutorial person. in the world. Emily Sasson spends her life dancing and teaches a hip hop class at Cherry Creek Dance in Denver, Colorado. Trust me, if I lived in Colorado, I'd be there. Everyyy night. She also works with tons of studios and dance teams around the US. But these videos film her Wednesday 7:30 dance class, and I absolutely love the choreography. VQ, her best friend and dance companion, and herself are amazing dancers who make me wish I learned how to dance hardcore. I'm soooo jealous of them. Emily picks a bunch of songs that are popular in the hip hop genre and&amp;nbsp;choreographs&amp;nbsp;them, then shows it off with her dance "team"...and by team, i mean her students. The dances are definitely worth checking out, and I know I will def be learning the dance moves to more than half of them this winter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so I've given a pretty extensive list of my favorite youtube stars. But I'm sure I have a whole lot more that I can't remember at the moment. Alas, classes don't wait for me to remember. And seeing as the fact is that I have one starting in 10 minutes, I'd better skeddaddle as soon as possible. So check out my favs, and hopefully you'll find a few favorites of your own. If not...then just stick with reading blogs. It's better for your brain...or so they tell me. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Your fav college student frolicking&amp;nbsp;to her computer science class,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jackie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-9051856514868572064?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/9051856514868572064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/10/youtube-ness.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/9051856514868572064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/9051856514868572064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/10/youtube-ness.html' title='Youtube-ness'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3eHBPd_Bs_4/TBRj8qTEBsI/AAAAAAAADOs/4kbkcQnUAxc/s72-c/RayWilliamJohnson_TROLLS_by_SprocketTalker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-8327630002702755150</id><published>2010-09-24T14:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T21:06:38.095-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blurb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Indian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Pettyfer'/><title type='text'>Nonsensical Blurb #1</title><content type='html'>So I've decided to post random blurb thoughts every once in a while, when I have stuff to share. Basically, I'm using this to write and be lazy at the same time. I know. I'm skillful. It's a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the first of many &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nonsensical Blurbs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I changed my blog template! =] I love templates; they are just sooooo cool! And since I'm learning all about the html/xhtml/css ish, it makes it literally 2382938 times cooler.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got converses!! And i love them like them like they're my babies. These shoes basically show who I am...through my feet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s9.thisnext.com/media/400x400/DB286941.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://s9.thisnext.com/media/400x400/DB286941.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;aren't they so cute?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/6c/a/AAAAC0SuWJIAAAAAAGytnQ.jpg?v=1251517226000" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://cn1.kaboodle.com/hi/img/b/0/0/6c/a/AAAAC0SuWJIAAAAAAGytnQ.jpg?v=1251517226000" width="162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are my fav shoes. i'm wearing them now =]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the coolest socks. There is no disputing this fact. And I show them off all the time. Boscovs keeps me well stocked at low prices. I legit raided the socks section cause they were on sale. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theawl.com/wp-content/uploads/images/4736.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://www.theawl.com/wp-content/uploads/images/4736.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;see, even the puppy is sad for us :'(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have tickets to go see JOSHUA BELL (a famous violinist) and the Philadelphia Orchaestra...but Laura has work and so we can't go...I am srsly depressed. We were both really looking forward to seeing him...and getting 5 extra credit points on our Music grade. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;boo&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Onam Festival was really good, but I'll make sure to write a proper blog post about this one later...hopefully I'll remember.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;India Fest is coming up!!! And I'm taking Laura to go party like legit Indians. She's sooo stoked, and it's so funny to watch. LOL!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY LAPTOP IS BACK!!!! This is a glorious thing. Like my favorite thing ever. *hugs her laptop* It made me supper peppy that day...i'm sure somebody wanted to kill me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My car is in a coma =[ It's literally in shambles at the moment because my father is taking it apart to try and fix it. I've been dropped off and picked up everyday from campus for the past week and a half. It's awkward.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.r-sports.com/Quick/sad-car.GIF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://www.r-sports.com/Quick/sad-car.GIF" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finally, the best breathtaking news ever (no, Alex Pettyfer has not proposed to me yet) is that I am&amp;nbsp;officially&amp;nbsp;working toward an English Education major (and my advisor is my grammar teacher whom I think is absolutely amazing!!) with a minor in Interactive Media, AND I am also going to be working on a magazine with the English Department called Caesura. I'm in the Short Stories/Fiction section, and I'm pretty excited about it for two reasons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;One because I am the one who decided to join this. Not my mother. Not a random person. Not any family member. Me. And that makes me feel like I'm actually aware of what I can/want to do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two is because this just sounds awesome. I love reading and writing, so being a part of a magazine in the section of fiction writing sounds like a bloody brilliant idea, don't you think?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so ends today's sharing time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until the next &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Nonsensical Blurb&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Frolic around the grocery aisles, laugh until you snort, and sing with friends until your voice vanishes...then drink some water and start hollering again :)&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRusDRmvjbHASSP_OFza-Ytv5OlHy4AS14__VFbmHJL69Se6IA&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ZeIltVUw_FGBMWGW62GFyMJ5ji4=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRusDRmvjbHASSP_OFza-Ytv5OlHy4AS14__VFbmHJL69Se6IA&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__ZeIltVUw_FGBMWGW62GFyMJ5ji4=" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and give tons of hugs!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-8327630002702755150?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/8327630002702755150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/09/nonsensical-blurb-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/8327630002702755150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/8327630002702755150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/09/nonsensical-blurb-1.html' title='Nonsensical Blurb #1'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-6923454745302687726</id><published>2010-09-22T17:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:59:28.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Catching Fire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hunger Games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ed Speleers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katniss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mockingjay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peeta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alex Pettyfer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casting'/><title type='text'>Hunger Games Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;o since the big disappointment of Twilight&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;*shudder*&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've been looking for a new series of books to get into. I've read the Lord of the Rings, the Harry Potters, Twilight (mistake of my life), Left Behind series, Uglies (Pretties, Specials, Extras), and sooooo many more. So it's kind of a given that I love book series. BUT there are none out...or so I thought. At the end of summer of 2009, I heard about a new book that one of my cousins was reading. But, she didn't have enough time to read it and just mentioned it to me in passing. And of course, I forgot about it. But then one day Laura and I were chatting on the phone, and she told me about this book called The Hunger Games. And I was like, "huh...that's sounds familiar," but i just brushed it off. And she said it was&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;. And since we're bffs, we tend to like the same things (except we never can agree on males. she likes dark haired, i love blondes. oh well. lol), so i decided to run to BJ's and buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;I FELL IN LOVE &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/replicate/EXID52050/images/hunger_games(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.examiner.com/images/blog/replicate/EXID52050/images/hunger_games(1).jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That was one of the absolute best books I've read in a looooong while. Like I was hypnotized by the plot and the characters. Especially the characters. They were all so well described and had great emotional responses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If you have NO IDEA what i'm talking about, jump in your car, skip over to the local bookstore and buy the first&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Hunger Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;book that you see. I'm serious. I absolutely love it. I'll put a picture up here of how abused my copy of the book is (yeah, i've read it that many times).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TJ1JWRZNNSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XIEO9-WhW_M/s1600/Hunger+games.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TJ1JWRZNNSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XIEO9-WhW_M/s1600/Hunger+games.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And so, the next step once i finished the book, was to call Laura so we could geek out about the parts that we loved. And hated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;End Results:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We thought Peeta was adorable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laura hated Gale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I thought Gale sounded hottttt and epically whiney&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We both liked Katniss as a character&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We both thought Rue was absolutely adorable (and we loved her name)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haymitch made us laugh...we love drunks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Effie was so peppy that it was terrifying&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hunger games were legit&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, did we mention that Peeta was adorable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Although, his absolute innocence bugged me a bit. i just wanted him to have one teeny little flaw!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And then I ran out and bought the second one,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Catching Fire&lt;/span&gt;. I have to admit, this was my favorite book of the series.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-right: 1em; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.openclipart.org/image/800px/svg_to_png/Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" src="http://www.openclipart.org/image/800px/svg_to_png/Gerald_G_Girl_Driving_Car_Cartoon.png" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;this is me driving to BJ's..again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpQrCeqLsplvwtOeEFJdKFZhSqtIAR_wi59Exs9RgdM1ip1N0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__rSkLCA6YLxja5UwQUA2T7mDq47k=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpQrCeqLsplvwtOeEFJdKFZhSqtIAR_wi59Exs9RgdM1ip1N0&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__rSkLCA6YLxja5UwQUA2T7mDq47k=" style="cursor: move;" width="134" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;my FAVORITE &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Right, so I read this while I was on vacation. And finished it in literally 2 hours. Go on, ask Laura. I was giving her a play-by-play of my emotions/exclamations through text. She wasn't letting herself read it until she went on vacation, which was about a week later. I know, i'm sooo mean. BUT, i had to vent my emotions to somebody!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Anyway, yeah, this was my favorite book out of the trilogy. And my favorite character, even higher than Peeta, was *drum roll*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13;"&gt;FINNICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Oh Finnick O' Dair....I freaking love you like a fat kid loves food. He's soooo hott and soooooo adorable. And I love how playful he is. So, just to make sure we're clear...Finnick is mine. mkay thanks =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ha, and Peeta is still adorable...and Gale is getting more annoying. And Katniss, poor girl, is more confused than EVAR!! I don't want to give a summary of the book...just because I can't convey all the sassy things I would say with my voice into writing. BUT, i &amp;nbsp;definitely think you should run to your bookstore again, and&amp;nbsp;harass&amp;nbsp;the salesperson until they tell you where&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Catching Fire&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;is. Trust me, the&amp;nbsp;harassment&amp;nbsp;is worth it. Things turn real interesting in this book...and Peeta...oh Peeta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Yeah, you thought I was going to tell you stuff right? WRONG. I'm mean like that. Go read. It does the brain good. Well, at least that's what I tell myself after I've finished reading the entire wall of the local library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And then after reading those two, you can go run out again and buy&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Mockingjay&lt;/span&gt;! Yes, the third and (sadly) last installment of the Hunger Games trilogy. Here is where things get kind of complicated. In this book, you have to be really aware of details, and keep track of who is doing what. I got confused several times and had to re-read a couple pages to get my plot lines straight. But yet again, Suzanne Collins manages to whip out another amazing book. I mean, it's my least favorite of the three books, but it's still a hell of a lot better than every other vampire book out there &amp;gt;:|&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;ugh, vampires should go die.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;ugh, scratch that, they cant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;they should go fall on a stake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;or swim in some holy water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hungergamestrilogy.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/mockingjay1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.hungergamestrilogy.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/mockingjay1.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Mockingjay...tada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Getting back on topic...this ending, is legit probably one of the best endings I have read in a long time. No, I will not tell you what happens. Yes, I will sit here and laugh at your pain until you get off your tush and go buy it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sassywomenonline.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/kick-butt.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://sassywomenonline.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/kick-butt.gif" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;i love calvin and hobbes...they always get right to the point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;And since Laura and I are so obsessed, we've been waiting to hear more about the series. And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;O&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;TO&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;BE&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;VI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Take a minute to&amp;nbsp;hyperventilate&amp;nbsp;if necessary...no? maybe that was just me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, we were soooo excited. Oh you don't believe me? We literally went:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;ZOMG&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;FML&lt;/span&gt;(in a good way?!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;LMFAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;And then we proceeded to do what any other obsessed fanatic deranged set of best friends would do. We made our own cast list for the Hunger Games movie. Ready for it? I will provide visual aides..cause that's the best part!!!! Oh, so here we go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black;"&gt;Our Hunger Games Cast List:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Katniss: okay, we actually still have not found someone that we think would play Katniss the best. We actually want the director to find someone who hasn't been "discovered" yet. And we will hate/mug them if they pick kstew. I'll pull a Mel Gibson. Watch me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Peeta: there were actually two possibilities for this one. One was Sterling Knight. The second was Ed Speelers. We &amp;lt;3 Ed Speleers cause he's just so adorable which = Peeta. Win-win situation! Especially cause they're blonde...*droooollll*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/8600000/Sterling-Knight-sterling-knight-8674928-1222-864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/image/photos/8600000/Sterling-Knight-sterling-knight-8674928-1222-864.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sterling Knight...i like your jacket sir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6900000/Magazin-ed-speleers-6996316-597-1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/6900000/Magazin-ed-speleers-6996316-597-1024.jpg" width="185" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Ed Speleers...i like your face. =]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Haymitch: again, we found two people...but like one more. First, we both automatically thought of Johnny Depp. I think we just thought he had the drunken blabbering down pat. However, he is an expensive little bugger. So our real fav for this role is Hugh Laurie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://house.download-tvshows.com/files/Hugh%20Laurie_0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://house.download-tvshows.com/files/Hugh%20Laurie_0.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;don't lie to me. you see him. drunk. and angry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;so it would be like House all over again. oh buddy...&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Gale: he was a little iffy cause there are a whole lot of tall, dark, and handsome types running around the movie sets. We would just like them to pick someone who's extra hott, so that we won't hate Gale...as much. Laura said Taylor Lautner...I yelled at her. *shudder*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Prim: some little girl who acts mature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Rue: someone adorable. She just sounded so small and vulnerable! If they pick some girl that's like 6'2" and obnoxious, somebody. will. get.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;punched&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Effie: okay, to be honest, i was terrified of this woman. like, OMG can you say cocaine addict?! She pretty much should look/act like Rita Skeeter from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mrs. Everdeen: somebody with a mom face. you know...the face that Hermione Granger wears in every movie since she was like 2. Yeah, her mom face is so hardcore that she popped out of her mum's womb with that exact expression...creepy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Finnick: Alex Pettyfer. 'nuff said. just look...and try not to drool. Yeah, i see you failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.boywiththebread.com/photos/Cast-member-ideas/z135227387.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.boywiththebread.com/photos/Cast-member-ideas/z135227387.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;*jackie is too busy drooling to write anything witty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 10.&amp;nbsp;Cinna: well, this one's tough. Cause we think Cinna is absolutely amazing. But we can't really find a guy to play him well....without being overly gay. and i mean literally. I thought Hugh Dancy would be good for this one...well, once he's like cleaned up and stuff. But, I'm not completely sold on it. It's just a suggestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9CqYg7rNfo/S1B0s1iiKEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dM1OWhSC-9U/s1600/hugh-dancy-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9CqYg7rNfo/S1B0s1iiKEI/AAAAAAAAAM0/dM1OWhSC-9U/s200/hugh-dancy-2.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="137" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;see! he looks pretty snazzy here. but i'm still not feeling it THAT much.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 11. The rest of the characters aren't people that I'm THAT concerned about, so as long as they don't use people that i hate...not mentioning any names *cough* Rob Pattinson *cough* LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sooooo, yeah! There's my Hunger Games Obsession in what was supposed to be a brief blog post. Obviously I fail at the brief part. But I do&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;WIN&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;at the Hunger Games-ness. Oh,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;fun fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: Laura deduced that we live in District 13.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Peace out world from District 13,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;jackie&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;ps. here's just some more amazingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left: 6px; padding-right: 6px; padding-top: 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/7/p/Q/U/beastlypic7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://0.tqn.com/d/movies/1/7/p/Q/U/beastlypic7.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-size: 13px; padding-top: 4px; text-align: center;"&gt;ohhhh hey there alex pettyfer...oh no, i'm not busy tonight. =]&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-6923454745302687726?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6923454745302687726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/09/hunger-games-obsession.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/6923454745302687726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/6923454745302687726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/09/hunger-games-obsession.html' title='Hunger Games Obsession'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TJ1JWRZNNSI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XIEO9-WhW_M/s72-c/Hunger+games.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-5953264175108161428</id><published>2010-09-16T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T14:39:48.960-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='professors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOL =]</title><content type='html'>Heck yes! That is indeed a smiley face next to the word school. No, it was not a typo. I hate typos. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh back to the&amp;nbsp;atrocity&amp;nbsp;of my smiley face near the word school...it's just that I'm&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;to be back in school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, i'm not going insane...and my mental health is doing quite fine, thank you. I was just ready to be back in school, to be away from home (although...not by much...), to have homework to complain about, and to meet back up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me outline my wonderful fall 2010 semester for you. *ahem*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mondays and Wednesdays I have class from 10 in the morn until about 6:30 in the pm. Such. a. long. day. BUT, &amp;nbsp;i&amp;nbsp;absolutely&amp;nbsp;adore the classes (which I will brilliantly describe in a minute) that I picked.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesdays I only have one class in the afternoon. Thursdays I have two classes also in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;And Fridays are from 10 until 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the classes that I have are:&lt;br /&gt;Music 101 ----&amp;gt; Music Appreciation&lt;br /&gt;English 294 ----&amp;gt; Grammar and Usage&lt;br /&gt;Compsci 103 -----&amp;gt; Web Applications using Compsci&lt;br /&gt;English 102 -----&amp;gt; Texts in Time: 19th century lit v. 20th century film&lt;br /&gt;English 412 ------&amp;gt; Document Design and Public Relations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. You're jealous of my epically awesome class setup. I'd be jealous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; is pretty cool, and made 20 times cooler cause Laura's in it with me. We finally managed to snag a class together. BUT, we thought it was going to be an easy-peesy class, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WRONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First thing on the syllabus that our&amp;nbsp;quirky prof sent out (he's really something...like reaaaaallllyyyy) was "THIS IS NOT AN EASY COURSE."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bloody Hell man! Why did he have to pop my happy bubble like that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this prof looks slightly like Santa Clause, and managed to tell us a story about how he&amp;nbsp;accidentally&amp;nbsp;got high at an Elton John concert back in the day. Yeah, you know it. He's hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;Grammar&lt;/span&gt; is surprisingly one of my favorite classes. Maybe it's the professor's aura, or just the class attitude in itself. But, whatever it is, I love it. The professor is really carefree, BUT manages to teach at the same time. I want to be just like her. She makes the class fun and interactive, while giving us ways to remember things for exams and just for the future. I never liked grammar to begin with (as you can tell by reading these blogs, grammar just doesn't play into my thoughts), but this class helps me realize that I can be silly and un-grammary &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; as long as I know the rules when it matters (i.e. when i have a job...papers...important shenanigans).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;ompsci&lt;/span&gt;...you and me haven't gotten along in the past, but i have high hopes for you. Since last compsci class was about Matlab (which is gross), this compsci class is about photoshop and online web designing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*cue Hallelujah choir now*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No, but seriously, I am excited for this class. I've been wanting to learn about html and webdesign stuff since a long time. And I'm really hoping that I can do something with this in the future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then of course, there's &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; 102. I actually really wanted to get this professor that I've had before named Bernard. He was really funny, and he managed to get the board of English people to let him teach a class basically about Sandra Bullock's movies...of course, he said he'd throw some educational junk in there, but we pretty much knew he was lying. BUT, all the freakin' juniors and seniors managed to snag the class even before I was allowed to register for classes! I opened my file and automatically went to find that class. What did it show me? "Oh sorry, this class is already full" My face was like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSby4Ib6wS9WH9UIBw-nrYVOrns8N-c_GyJlyXv3LApgI2de18&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__pE6fksFVot2K8GEMTdugTOVUjz4=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSby4Ib6wS9WH9UIBw-nrYVOrns8N-c_GyJlyXv3LApgI2de18&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__pE6fksFVot2K8GEMTdugTOVUjz4=" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, I was appalled. SO, I was like&lt;i&gt; fiiiiiiiiiine, &lt;/i&gt;i'll suck it up and just pick another English class (and it was a professor that I had before...she was okay) that seemed decent. And all was dandy UNTIL i got an email from the English&amp;nbsp;department,&amp;nbsp;about 2 weeks before classes started, telling me that the professor is unable to make it to this class, so you're going to have Mr. OLD-DRONY-MAN-FROM-LAST-SEMESTER!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Do you even need to ask what my face was like? 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I was angry...and probably snarling. So, I went on the flippin site to change my class once again, and stumbled upon a class that basically compared and contrasted 18th century books to 19th century movies. I was like "HECK YES!" So i clicked it. But, I was a little iffy on the teacher, cause I had never heard the name before. I was thinking: omy word, I hope i don't fail this class because the teacher hates me....or because he's a jerk...or because he is like word nazi....*fret out of my mind* But I go to the class and the teacher eventually walks in. And I look up. And it is the nerdiest female English professor I have ever seen. At that moment, I decided that this class will be epic. And it is; the professor is brilliant, open-minded, friendly, and curses at the funniest moments. It's the greatest thing to come out of my hassles. I vote this is &lt;i&gt;awesomespice&lt;/i&gt;. legit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last class is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Document Design&lt;/span&gt;. Well, this class is not in my favorite category just because it's going to be a lot of work, with practically no playtime. :( I'm hardcore going to have to work at this class. Which I'm willing to do, because I'm going to learn &lt;i&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/i&gt; much that will help me later on. But, the classes aren't very interesting, nor are the textbooks at all exciting. They drone. Like that prof from last semester. *shudder*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;AND (i know this post is epically long...bear with me) I've decided to become a part of one of my university's &amp;nbsp;magazine staff in the short stories department. I'm pretty stoked about it, but it hasn't started yet. I don't quite know what I'm supposed to do, but I've emailed a couple of people about it to see if i have any skill at all that would help me be a part of it. And they were like "omg, of course we want you to join!" So hopefully this will be amazing, and i'll love it. &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;Stoked!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTeo0UgRFhJ_HIJ9TwrsAYMwEzr-Ovn2bgFlr84jnjWebFjaNo&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__KcR8LOwOGgEDVbCFJlG7nvVXInQ=" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTeo0UgRFhJ_HIJ9TwrsAYMwEzr-Ovn2bgFlr84jnjWebFjaNo&amp;amp;t=1&amp;amp;usg=__KcR8LOwOGgEDVbCFJlG7nvVXInQ=" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And so ends my recap of the beginning of sophomore year in college. I really hope this year is amazing, and I'm really happy that my classes are helping that happen. And now, off to Photoshop lab!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;*runs down 3 flights of stairs...hopefully while avoiding falling*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The undiscovered-amazing-photoshop-queen will be back eventually...but until then,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;peace out homies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-5953264175108161428?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5953264175108161428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/09/schooooooooooool.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5953264175108161428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5953264175108161428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/09/schooooooooooool.html' title='SCHOOOOOOOOOOOOL =]'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-589326556084533667</id><published>2010-09-10T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:15:09.855-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cousins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washington'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>My Summer in a Nut Shell: Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;HELLOOOOOOO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*sigh* &lt;/div&gt;Yeah, i've missed blogging. Epically. Actually it seems more pathetic than epic, but we won't go into details. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got so much to tell! So i'm going to attempt to summarize my summer into one&amp;nbsp; (maybe two...depends on how lazy I am) blog post. And now, let the flashback adventure begin!..complete with visual effects. I know. I'm so hardcore. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TIZpozZqO_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/wAfVQdmFaDU/s1600/DSC00139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TIZpozZqO_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/wAfVQdmFaDU/s200/DSC00139.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and the cuz chillin'&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TIZqMuCFs9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Xp-NyXDbDWk/s1600/DSC00405.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TIZqMuCFs9I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Xp-NyXDbDWk/s200/DSC00405.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;best. shirt. ever. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;So, sometime in June my cousin came over for a month and stayed with my family. She's rad. We realized that we're like twins...except she's a bit more cynical and i'm a bit more hyper...actually a lot more hyper. She likes to sleep...at all possible moments. It's actually quite alarming. Right, anyway, in June we went to Washington D.C. and walked around for the whole day, perusing the place, getting sunburned, and pretending that we were burning a bijillion calories (yeah, right). Now, I've been to Washington several times because of school field trips and ish like that, but I didnt mind going again. I love wandering around aimlessly. It's actually a really amazing skill that I have. Seriously. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;AMAZING.&lt;/span&gt; The weather was gorgeous, and I was wearing my brother's bright yellow soccer jersey. I was sooooo happy...mainly because I was wearing a bright yellow jersey. Oh the little joys I have...I'm weird. This is a fact that is well known to literally ANYONE that encounters me. Anyway, we also went to Annapolis. It was such a cute place! And there were sooooo many navy kids walking around in their crisp, white uniforms. My cousin and I elegantly stood there and drooled. yeah...like...*droooooool* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TIZpgD6g7vI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kuOMKECGDTY/s1600/DSC00129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TIZpgD6g7vI/AAAAAAAAAJo/kuOMKECGDTY/s200/DSC00129.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;drooling at the navy kids...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TIZp5tgDC7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nvDc0d9L3d0/s1600/DSC00204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TIZp5tgDC7I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/nvDc0d9L3d0/s200/DSC00204.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;me and the cuz posing. &lt;br /&gt;yes, i'm shorter...don't rub it in.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm pretty sure that my aunt thought we were sick or something because she kept looking at us with a bewildered look on her face. No, no, we weren't sick. We were just drooling. Oh so attractive. hahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Soon enough we went to New York. Now one thing to get straight is that I am a city girl. I love cities. The chaos, busy-ness, loudness, the different people, styles, advertisements, and ish. Alas, I was born in a city...and then we moved to the suburbs... Don't get me wrong, I do like it. It's peaceful and nice...open and filled with older people (slight downer). But in New York I was like "HECK YES!" We did the normal tourist shenanigans: saw the Statue of Liberty, grabbed the Stanton Island ferry, walked around for a really looooong time, went to Times Square, etc. The odd part was that we had magically wound up going on the day of Summer Solstice, which is a fancy name for day-where-yoga-fanatics-come-to-Time-Square-and-do-yoga-infront-of-298479238749283-people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TIZviS3CfvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gcBpraGJ1rc/s1600/DSC00699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TIZviS3CfvI/AAAAAAAAAKg/gcBpraGJ1rc/s200/DSC00699.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bustling streets of New York&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And my mother and aunt are one of those fanatic about yoga people...except they hadn't known about this day. So we watched people do yoga for about an hour. My face was not happy. I'm pretty sure I was acutally sulking. It wasn't attractive. Yeah, just don't even try to picture it...I don't want to be responsible for any scarring images!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, after like 2 days of recuperation, we spent a week at my cousins house in Jersey. Let me tell you something about these cousins. My family = their family. Each of us has a replica of a person in my cousin's family. It is literally the most bizarre thing ever. We even happen to look alike. It's creepy. And my mom and my cousin's mom get us confused often . Which is actually quite entertaining. We had eventful moments including walks every evening. But there was this one night when my cousin, we'll call her Chris, and I were walking by ourselves. We were being loud and ridiculous while practically skipping/falling down the street. And then we saw this sign in front a house that was on sale, and we legit both started cracking up. It said: I'm Gorgeous Inside. Okay, it's not THAT funny, but at the moment we thought it was the best thing the world has ever seen since can openers. Yeah. We even posed to take photos with it. Oh, you should have expected that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well....more later. I have sooooo much to write. GAHHHHH. *cough* erm, sorry bout that...i was just expressing myself. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the epically flustered college kid,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-589326556084533667?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/589326556084533667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-summer-in-nut-shell-part-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/589326556084533667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/589326556084533667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-summer-in-nut-shell-part-i.html' title='My Summer in a Nut Shell: Part I'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/TIZpozZqO_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/wAfVQdmFaDU/s72-c/DSC00139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-5860575302482057886</id><published>2010-06-12T20:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T20:58:46.980-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='csi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>FML...to the max</title><content type='html'>So, life was going pretty dandy. School's out, enjoying the sunny heat outside, driving around in my old baby car, reading, watching csi like i'm addicted, the whole works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah life was the freaking hott ish...until practically 4 days ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four days ago, my laptop died. Crashed. &lt;strong&gt;Epically.&lt;/strong&gt; At first I thought, "Oh jeez, wtf is my laptop doing now?" And then my laptop started flashing random CoLoRs and then I thought "OMFG I KILLED MY LAPTOP?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, my csi watching has to cease, facebook is a rarity, blogging...*snorts* yeah right, like that'll happen anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, my display card has been melted because my laptop over heated...gah, i dont have any idea how i manage to do these things. boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, so far the summer has been sweet. Me and the fam have been to Washington DC and took tons of brilliant pictures (of course, if I'm in it, then&amp;nbsp;its an automatic awesome picture...jk, i'm not that conceited).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to more fmling...still no job. UGH. This sucks balls (no, dont ask questions about my phrases. You should already know to just smile and nod when you see things like that haha). The idea of being out of the house, while making money...oh it sounds glorious...too bad its not happening. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bantering with the father still goes on...as it always will I'm assuming. But at the moment, it's not too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that this blog is sooooo pathetic, but I am borrowing the parentals laptop and i'm just not into it. I miss my lappy =[ hopefully he'll be back in business soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you internet readers, I leave you now with this small bit of advice: Eat Ice Cream often, because it brings happiness. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-5860575302482057886?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5860575302482057886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/06/fmlto-max.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5860575302482057886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5860575302482057886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/06/fmlto-max.html' title='FML...to the max'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-5449966391669241075</id><published>2010-05-10T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T13:26:54.923-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>oh jeez louise</title><content type='html'>Yeah, bet you thought&amp;nbsp;I was gone didnt you. Wrong, I've just been very busy...and perhaps I have totally forgot that I have a blog. But guess what? Spring semester is almost over! Literally 2 weeks left, and I'll have finished my freshmen year of college. Whew, that is legit crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, classes have been swell...although I still often almost fall asleep during English 206 British Lit. Poor old prof, I just can't stay awake when he starts talking. But I realized that I haven't done a review of the books I was required to read for my English classes. So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frankenstein&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;I've read this before, but the professor pointed out alot of interesting stuff that I completely missed before. I liked this book, so yay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Fifth Child&lt;/em&gt;: One of the weirdest books I've read. It...I...it was weird. The end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Great Gatsby: Okay, so I didn't read this book in high school. Yes, I know, I'm an awful person...and so is my high school, but that's beside the point. I have heard SO many people say that they love this book. But when I read it, I just didn't think it was that amazing. Don't get me wrong, I think it was a good book, but maybe my expectations were so high that the story fell short. But still, it was a yay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;2666&lt;/em&gt;: Oh my freaking goodness. This book, all 900 some pages of it, made me wanna die. I had to read it for a class and then write a giant paper on it. It was confusing and graphic, and I am still very confused on whether I like it or not. Give me about 5 years, and we'll get back to that question.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Antonia&lt;/em&gt;: Erm, this book was...okay. It wasn't plot driven or exciting. It was just a story, but I couldn't really get into it. Obviously I didn't do amazing on the exam of that test...but I did decent, don't worry. So this book was eh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Passing&lt;/em&gt;: This book was good, and I really liked reading it. I haven't read a story like this before, and since it wasn't long, I finished it really quickly. The simplicity impressed me, and I just really managed to get into the story and remember details, which will hopefully help me in the upcoming exam. yay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lots of poems: okay, I don't like poetry. I just can not get what is going on when I read it. There are a few that I like...a small amount. That's it. Literally like 5 poems. The rest, I could care less about, but whatever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Well that's most of the books that I've read. And like I've said before, I really enjoyed this semester. Sadly, I wasn't able to get into the English&amp;nbsp;102 class&amp;nbsp;for next semester. The course name: English 102- Analysis from Shakespeare to Sandy. Yes, Sandy...as in Sandra Bullock. Isn't it great?! My prof is obsessed (not really...well okay yeah kinda), and it makes us laugh every time that he talks about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been applying for jobs, cause I really really REALLY need one. Like legit need/want/willdieifidontget a job. I have no cash flow at the moment, and I need to buy a digital SLR camera soon, save up for an apartment, books, the list is endless. GAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am the epitome of a bad blogger. Literally. Look I haven't blogged since...March 25th. That is an epic fail. Sorry bout that...hopefully that won't happen again...Uh, if it does, then I'll write everyday in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;Promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh jeez, we'll see how that works out. But I hope everyone's life is going swell and I'll write again&amp;nbsp;later (hopefully)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your almost-done-her-first-year-of-college blogger,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I was in the mood for failure signs...here's some for you guys to enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/epic-fail-access-sign-fail.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://failblog.files.wordpress.com/2010/02/epic-fail-access-sign-fail.jpg" tt="true" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://pix.motivatedphotos.com/2009/5/25/633788419783554835-EpicFail-t2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://pix.motivatedphotos.com/2009/5/25/633788419783554835-EpicFail-t2.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Is it sad that these made me crack up for like 5 mintues?..yeah, i know, it is...ah well :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-5449966391669241075?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5449966391669241075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-jeez-louise.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5449966391669241075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5449966391669241075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-jeez-louise.html' title='oh jeez louise'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-6643543537933456779</id><published>2010-03-25T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:25:34.229-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shenanigans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><title type='text'>I'm a bad blogger</title><content type='html'>AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was pretty much a sum up of the past shenanigans :D And I am an awful blogger because I haven't touched this poor thing since...*checks the blog dates* March 1st?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad blogger! *Sigh* well, I promise that I will write alot...tomorrow :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, tomorrow because...SPRING BREAK STARTS!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, time to be a good English major again...toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working&amp;nbsp;like a beast,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-6643543537933456779?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6643543537933456779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-bad-blogger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/6643543537933456779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/6643543537933456779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-bad-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m a bad blogger'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-6269001888841141560</id><published>2010-03-01T18:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:19:02.922-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glasses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='morgan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nerd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laura'/><title type='text'>I'm soooo freaking busy!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been a long time. Wait, I've got excuses lined up from here to the wazoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Reed-criminal-minds-281717_800_1376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/Reed-criminal-minds-281717_800_1376.jpg" width="116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so I'm in my ENGL 206 class right now, listening to Donald (hehe) talk about the brilliance of Alexander Pope's epic poem &lt;em&gt;The Rape of the Lock.&lt;/em&gt; We've been talking about this thing since I started the class. At first I was like, "YES! I've read this! I actually know what's going on! :)" Um right, fail. since I know what's going on, I have such a hard time focusing. My mind just starts wandering...like it is right now. Jeez, I'm such a bad influence, blogging in the middle of class.&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;.&amp;gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anyway, time to share the adventures of Jackie...don't get too excited, it's not that awesome. Other than me wearing my nerd glasses &amp;lt;3. They are SO nerdy that Reid (Criminal Minds hottie) would fall in love with me by just looking at them. Yeah, I rock nerd glasses. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Be Jealous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Well...maybe Reid's are sexier than mine...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I was pretty &lt;strike&gt;angry&lt;/strike&gt; furious in my last post. I'm good now; my dad and I haven't fought since then...probably because I'm homeworking ALL THE TIME. But I love it, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Laura, my bffle, has this project thing that she has todo for one of her art classes, which requires her to make a Second Life account. Now, I had no idea what the heck Second Life was, but Laura told me to get one. So I figured "what the heck, it'll make for good/funny stories in life." So we made our own accounts and found it to be the &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;MOST BIZARRE THING&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVER.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;People are absolutely crazy. Like honestly, there are some hardcore creepers on this thing, which freaks us out. For example, some random dude that Laura accidently friended gave Laura a teleporting address. So Laura decided to go (I know, she's kinda retarded....but wait, it gets better) and the creeper had sent her to a room...where he (the second Life creeper) was standing with no shirt on...with a pink heart bed...and floor pillows (wtf?)...and no one else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CREEPER!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;So then Laura teleported (that sounds so funny) and eventually found me. What was I doing you ask? Well, I was dancing like a hoochy at a place called Club Epic. Yeah, they're cheesy, I know. But hey, at least i'm not a creeeeeper!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, continuing on...nothing else happened. OH!!! jk jk I just remembered (you readers must hate me for my retarded train of thought) my other best friend, Morgan, came to visit me and Laura on Monday &amp;lt;3. We haven't seen each other since December :( We 3 are like the closest friends ever, which is flippin awesome. So, when she came to visit on Monday, Laura, Morgan, and I headed to the art room so Laura could finish up her art project. OMG! I totally forgot about this!! EPIC STORY TIME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/73333/camera-icons-shoot-collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="206" kt="true" src="http://images2.layoutsparks.com/1/73333/camera-icons-shoot-collage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mkay, so we walked into the empty art room and put our stuff down. Laura then realizes that her stuff is in the other room. Now this would be all fine and dandy, except for the fact that there was a class going on in that room. That alone made Laura uncomfortable. But on the door is a list of the classes scheduled in that room. And at that moment the class that was taking place...are you ready? Figure Drawing. And if you don't know what that is, it's a class where artists draw NAKED people. Yeah, like unclothed. LAURA DIED!!! Me and Morgan started cracking up like we were on drugs or something. We are such bad friends, but we couldnt help it! So Laura's fretting outside of the classes door while Morgan and I are dutifully giggling our heads off, when a student from that class comes back (from somewhere?) and asks Laura if she needs to come in. So Laura (obviously) says yes, and goes in. And of course, whenever we are all together we document our adventures...so there was a camera present. I grabbed the camera and stood right outside of the room that Morgan and I were in, and we both waited for Laura to come out so I could take a snapshot of her bright red face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sadly I didn't get the bright red face, but I did get a very disgruntled look on film. The first thing she said when she walked into our room: &lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;"I just saw 40 year old d!c%."&lt;/span&gt;Oh yes, it was hilarious...after we finished shuddering. And so continued the day, we had tons of fun just hanging out like the dorks that we are :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had to go back to reality and deal with homework. *sigh* OMG, In my ENGL 209 class (obviously I am an English major...) we're just finishing up Frankenstein, which I've already read. No problem there. So I just reread it and was fine. Well, our teacher told us to get ahead and start reading the other book. And since I had time this weekend, I figured that I might as well. It's called &lt;em&gt;The Fifth Child&lt;/em&gt; by Doris Lessing, and it is literally the weirdest thing I have ever read. I didn't particularly like it...maybe because it wasn't very action packed or mysterious. It was just plain WEIRD and CREEPY...hmm lots of creepy-ness going on in this post.&amp;nbsp;But, I guess I'll learn what the book is really supposed to&amp;nbsp;be telling readers during class.&amp;nbsp;Hopefully.&amp;nbsp;Or I'm totally lost on this one. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen my friends in forever :( It's really depressing...even the ones I don't&amp;nbsp;really care about. I sound like a horrible&amp;nbsp;person! I promise I am nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images8.cafepress.com/product/65400068v7_225x225_Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://images8.cafepress.com/product/65400068v7_225x225_Front.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, I have to go and do math homework now...boo. I hope to get on here again before the week is out. But I will probably have nothing to report. Sadly :( Ah well, I hope you all have a good week! And be good!!&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite college kid,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-6269001888841141560?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6269001888841141560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-soooo-freaking-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/6269001888841141560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/6269001888841141560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-soooo-freaking-busy.html' title='I&apos;m soooo freaking busy!!!!'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-1149098698058739976</id><published>2010-02-18T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T18:25:25.594-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criminal Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reid'/><title type='text'>I'm ENRAGED</title><content type='html'>I'm quite pissed off at the moment. And I decided to take a break from my homework to vent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday after homeworking until about 9:40, I decided to head downstairs to watch the end of Criminal Minds. I took my laptop with me, like I usually do, so I could chat with Laura as we admired Reid's smexiness (so adorkable). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was sitting downstairs watching tv, and my father comes down. My heart dropped the second I saw him. If I could, and if I had the money, I would move out this second and either live on campus or move into an apartment. But alas, my lack of money makes this perfect idea...not so perfect. Well, once he came downstairs he started yelling at me for not doing homework and not taking college seriously. He said that every other college kid studies everyday and then goes on vacation. But I, according to him, have been on vacation since I HAVE STARTED COLLEGE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.justanger.com/login/image/471/angry_face.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="88" src="http://www.justanger.com/login/image/471/angry_face.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, ladies and gentlemen, I admit that sure, sometimes I tend to watch tv a bit much (not like the stupid tweeners that never leave the front of a screen, but i watch about 4-5 hours of tv a week) and maybe&amp;nbsp;a wednesday&amp;nbsp;weeknight was not the best choice to be watching tv. But, the fact that he said that I have been on vacation since the day i started college just threw my brain into full fledged rage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first semester, I was a miserable, homework-bogged slave. I hated the homework, didn't care about the classes, and slaved over homework that I didn't understand/care about. I just wanted to get it over with. And then, he proceeded to insult me by asking if I switched to be an English major so I would able to goof off and watch all the tv I wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was another giant blow. I don't care if you're a mathematican, physician, doctor, prostitute, whatever. Reading and writing are important. And if you take the right classes to maximize your skills, then it's going to be a worth-while struggle to keep up. I found classes that will force me to keep up my game. Two of those English classes are upper classmen classes, so I'm not slacking off. If anything, I'm taking on more that I need to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But again, my father has the ability to tear me down with a single word or look. No matter how hard I try, he still manages to have that power. It sucks. to the max. But i'm done with this ish. It's over. I am going to be an English major (maybe English education, but I'll worry about that later), and I'm going to work hard at these classes. I'm purposely being "cool" to my dad. I don't say anything unless he directly asks me something, and even then I give a short answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how this gets on. Right now, I'm not sure. But if I need to, I will live at the university's library. I am fully prepared.&amp;nbsp;I have my car, laptop,&amp;nbsp;phone, mp3 player, books, clothes, and straightener (cause i&amp;nbsp;really need that...or else I'd walk around with a bee's nest on the top of my head all the&amp;nbsp;time...*shudder*), so I'd be able to survive. Let's just hope this really goes away. I'm sick of my&amp;nbsp;dad's mood swings.&amp;nbsp;I'm trying to understand, I really am. But at&amp;nbsp;this point in my life, I&amp;nbsp;feel more like a 30 year old woman going through divorce than a&amp;nbsp;teenage adult in the supposed best years of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping things get better than this freaking&amp;nbsp;crap,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. On a happier note, I'm a&amp;nbsp;big fan of my English classes&amp;nbsp;:)&amp;nbsp;Well, one (the prof's name is Donald) is probably the lower one, but it's still an interesting class. *Sigh* I just hope this was worth it. I really do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-1149098698058739976?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1149098698058739976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-enraged.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/1149098698058739976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/1149098698058739976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-enraged.html' title='I&apos;m ENRAGED'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-4580112332063843907</id><published>2010-02-16T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:17:46.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criminal Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tripping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Piles of homework....</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have piles, literally piles, of homework to do. And yet I'm on my blog. Don't ask me to show you the logic in my decision, mainly because there is no logic whatsoever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But anyway, recent news: &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;IT FREAKING SNOWED AGAIN!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I don't know what's going on, but seriously...this is more snow than is really necessary. I have to drive to school for goodness sakes! My poor, baby car skidded at least 8 times on the way, and there were ambulances left and right, and stupid people thinking that they can get up my butt without me being angry at them...*sigh* some people are sooo retarded. like &lt;em&gt;srsly&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;shove off!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Anyway, that was just my slight rant :) I don't have many, but I figure I might as well show one off. So the last time I wrote was...Thursday?&amp;nbsp;Jeez louise, it feels like&amp;nbsp;it's been ages! I think I might be addicted...oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday...I went to my first English 204 class, right? Yeah, well the guy who taught the class was like 3948753 years old and the content sounded soooo boring. So, I decided, "hey! let me check to see if that random other English class that&amp;nbsp;talks about Jane Austen, Keats, Yeats, Auden, Wordsworth, etc.&amp;nbsp;is available."&amp;nbsp;So&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;go to look, and lo and&amp;nbsp;behold (I've always wanted to use that&amp;nbsp;phrase. It just sounds so regal.) &amp;nbsp;it's available!!!! So I dropped English 204 after the first day, and signed up for English 206 about thirty seconds later. As you can tell, if you couldn't tell before, I'm quite an impulsive person. And I'm praying that my English obsession is not an impulsive thing, cause I'll be so pissed at myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when Monday came around, I went to my first English 206 class, sat down, and got ready for the class. The Prof walked in (his name is Donald...yeah, i know) and he started setting things up, asking if anyone needed anything. And of course, I needed everything. I hate when that happens, but I did the whole explaination thing, and everything was okay. This class is going to be intense;I can just tell.&amp;nbsp; I think this is going to be the class that, when I complain, will try to be the death of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of English classes, I decided that I'm going to add another page on my blog (the pages up top), and put the papers that I write on it. Well, only if I get a good grade on them, because I have &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt; pride. I just want to show you guys a little bit of my writing style and content. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of....well, actually, I'm sitting here eating Bagel Bites (best random food ever. absolutely delish. I give you the permission to be totally jealous) and I wanted to say that I saw Laura today! We had a fun like 10 minutes of talk before we had to go to our classes. And we ran into some more friends of ours. Except I was completely blind and had no idea that they were literally 3 feet in front of us, and one of the guys is like 6'5". You wonder how I could miss that? I answer: SO freaking easily. and yes, i did have my contacts in. &lt;br /&gt;But it was nice to see them too :) And THEN I ran into Becca (another friend from high school that goes to college with me) while waiting at the bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;PS. The stupid freaking buses had like 50 of us waiting in the freezing coldness for at least 15 minutes. It was COLD!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images0.cafepress.com/product/282328560v11_225x225_Front.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://images0.cafepress.com/product/282328560v11_225x225_Front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And THEN (gotta love how my day stories just get longer and longer) becca and I chilled in her car chit chatting about our lives, when she pulled out a window marker that she just bought. It literally took two seconds for us to think of what to do with it. We got out of the car (we were just chillin in the parking lot after the bus dropped us off) and ran to another friend's, Ben, jeep. And we wrote on his car. Becca wrote: I just wanted to try out my new marker (on one window) and "Lucky You" (on the other window). And I wrote: If you can read this, flip me over (on the front windshield at the top, upside down). Yeah, I know, I'm pretty bad -A. And the best part, Ben has no idea that we did it. We didn't leave any notes saying that we did so....I'll probably get a facebook message from him saying: "Jackie!! Someone vandalized my jeep!!!" And I'll just laugh at him...er, lol at him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/triping_up_stairs_poster-p228808262716657396tdcp_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/triping_up_stairs_poster-p228808262716657396tdcp_400.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And I still have&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; piles&lt;/span&gt; of homework that I should be doing...that haven't magically disappeared...although that would be the coolest thing ever. I mean, come on. Actually, I wish that I had a photographic memory. That, to me, would be the best thing in the universe. *sigh* but I fail at that, since I practically forget everything that I'm told. &lt;strong&gt;Trust me&lt;/strong&gt;. For example, I will run downstairs from my room to get something, stand in the kitchen trying EVER SO HARD to remember why I am standing there like an idiot. And then since I can't remember, I will run (and trip) up the stairs, stumbling back into my room. The second I step into my room, I remember why I wanted to go downstairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;FAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But anyway,&amp;nbsp;time is running out, dad is complaining about my computer addiction, and I&amp;nbsp;want to possibly watch a Criminal Minds episode tonight. Therefore, I must be leaving now, and start working on my homework while singing my new fav&amp;nbsp;song from Lady Antebellum, "Need You&amp;nbsp;Now." I don't usually love country...actually, I never listen to country. But this song is my new favorite. Big fan. And&amp;nbsp;Adam Lambert's&amp;nbsp;"For your&amp;nbsp;Entertainment." He's got the smexiest eyes I have ever seen. &lt;em&gt;Ever&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Mkay, I'm going to go do English major-y things....like reading. Cause that's all that English majors&amp;nbsp;do. ha. funny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Toodles from your sick-of-snow blogger,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dqm-I6fjefo/SZ-nXAN65VI/AAAAAAAACI0/zwM5kig3E0I/s1600/joe+snow+pile.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dqm-I6fjefo/SZ-nXAN65VI/AAAAAAAACI0/zwM5kig3E0I/s200/joe+snow+pile.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ps. soon the world will be like this. that random man looks like a toy. THE SNOW IS GOING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!&amp;nbsp; AHHHHHH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;pps. i have no idea who this man is. i just pulled the picture of the internet...congrats random man. you are now a star of the post. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-4580112332063843907?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4580112332063843907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/piles-of-homework.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4580112332063843907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4580112332063843907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/piles-of-homework.html' title='Piles of homework....'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dqm-I6fjefo/SZ-nXAN65VI/AAAAAAAACI0/zwM5kig3E0I/s72-c/joe+snow+pile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-2283715340630649354</id><published>2010-02-11T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:55:03.939-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teachers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homework'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='classes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blizzard'/><title type='text'>Mkay ready for the excuses?</title><content type='html'>So, I know I was supposed to inform the forum about my first&amp;nbsp;classes as an English major the day after I had the classes...I failed. &lt;strong&gt;Epically.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've&amp;nbsp;had a snow day for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;So. Much. Effing. Snow.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been outside to shovel like 50 bijillion times. Snow pelets&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;fell&lt;/strike&gt; attacked my face as I tried to clear the snow off of my poor car. It was literally trapped under like 5 feet of snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S3RSPOgPWkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3iwRjQwFS-M/s1600-h/DSC04377.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S3RSPOgPWkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3iwRjQwFS-M/s320/DSC04377.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This picture was after I managed to free the doors from the snow monsters!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I am being distracted while writing this by the NCIS episode that I'm watching online (cause I'm lame and missed it on Tuesday. ugh) But it's not like I should be watching this anyway. I'm supposed to be working on my 200+ math problems, 3 page paper, studying math quiz, reading Frankenstein,&amp;nbsp; reading my Comm textbook, and then reading some more. Oh college life, how you love to pile me with work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway (and also moving from NCIS to CSI), I now will talk about my first and only day of college so far this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my&amp;nbsp;first class was Communications: Media and Culture with Juliet Dee. The class was &lt;em&gt;ginormous&lt;/em&gt;. There were at least 300 kids in the class, and yet 2 kids that I knew somehow found me! I was pleasantly surprised by my two friends: Hilary and Kate. It was nice seeing them again...in a class of 300 bijillion people. The class seems like its going to be an interesting class, although the textbooks don't look &lt;em&gt;THAT&lt;/em&gt; interesting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I had my first legit English101 class, and it was absolutely entertaining&amp;nbsp;:) My teacher, Bernard (hehe), was a elderly man who wore jeans and a Broncos&amp;nbsp;sweatshirt to class. He also walked in with a little bookbag, and promptly went to sit crosslegged ontop of the desk at the front of the classroom. And then he started cracking jokes, making us all laugh, and telling us what to expect. The first paper (which has a page limit of 2-3 pages..that the prof literally pulled out of the air) is to be about "Who we are? and What do we Read?" This is probably the class that I'm looking forward to the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I had Math. Ugh, math....boo. The only reason that I know what I'm doing in this class is Mr. Jackson's math class. Not looking forward to this class, but hopefully I'll have a good teacher and get an A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, after meeting a couple of the friends that I hadn't seen in a little&amp;nbsp;while, I went to my ENGL209: Intro to the Novel class. It had 35ish people crammed into a little room. The teacher, Ellen, was a older woman who seemed nice and enthusiastic. But I found out that there are only three of us freshmens in the class. The rest are either juniors or seniors. So I hope that work isn't that hard for me to be able to keep up with; And I hope that the "group discussions" aren't going to be awkward. Those could be interesting...or a failure. Guess we'll find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ended the eventful day. And on my way home, I happily jammed out to "Blame it on the Pop 2009," turning the heads of innocent drivers to witness my spaztastic car dancing and singing. Those poor, poor people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, this post is long enough, so I think I'll end it now. And I guess I should do my homework...since I probably will have school tomorrow. surprisingly. And I have too much homework...not really. But what else can a college kid do, besides complaining? Sike, I'm just kidding. Be healthy, eat fruit, and go play in the snow!!! And here are some pictures from the February blizzards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S3Rrlbru6-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/2ofBjaLDPJ8/s1600-h/DSC04389.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S3Rrlbru6-I/AAAAAAAAAHg/2ofBjaLDPJ8/s200/DSC04389.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S3RshJ22N7I/AAAAAAAAAII/gl8vIGK5CEs/s320/DSC04358.JPG" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; icicles hanging from my car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S3Rr0lLrH1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/tmX-ywrAEEg/s1600-h/DSC04403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S3Rr0lLrH1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/tmX-ywrAEEg/s200/DSC04403.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S3RrqeaCO-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/7K4_kei8N0I/s1600/DSC04407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S3RrqeaCO-I/AAAAAAAAAHo/7K4_kei8N0I/s320/DSC04407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes that's me being a dork in a bright &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; hat. don't judge me! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Hope you enjoyed my ramblings :) And now this little college kid has tons of homework to tackle and defeat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Love, from your favorite English major&amp;nbsp;who falls in giant snow piles and practically disappears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-2283715340630649354?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/2283715340630649354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/mkay-ready-for-excuses.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/2283715340630649354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/2283715340630649354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/mkay-ready-for-excuses.html' title='Mkay ready for the excuses?'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S3RSPOgPWkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/3iwRjQwFS-M/s72-c/DSC04377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-4705336149527388887</id><published>2010-02-08T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:28:02.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh buddy...here we go</title><content type='html'>Well ladies and gentlemen, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The day before-the-day&amp;nbsp;is here. I am starting my spring semester tomorrow at 9ish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first semester as an English Major.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am kind of nervous, especially because I will know no one and have no idea what to expect. But that nervous-ness is mixed and&amp;nbsp;quite overpowered by a different feeling. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Excitement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I'm excited to write and read and meet professors who are love to teach about the power of&amp;nbsp;words. I would be even more excited if I was able to take my ART307 class (basically a digital media class), but I figured that since it was full, I should save it for summer (if I decide to take classes) or next fall. It also gives me time to save up for a &lt;strong&gt;new camera&lt;/strong&gt; (yay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am getting ready tonight. I still have to pack my book bag with the essential books for my classes tomorrow. I just want to take my time. Of course, I've got to have plenty of rest and the whole sha-bang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But it's nice to &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to go back to school. I have never felt that before. I guess I'm just tired of sitting at home and wasting my time by sitting in front of facebook, or the tv, or getting yelled at. I want to hone my skills. I want to see my talents be tamed and grow to be amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I want to have a purpose for my life again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's crazy how easily I can get rattled. One second I'm in the clouds thinking about how much I loved the day, and then two seconds later, I'm brought down by a single word and hate my life (only a little).&amp;nbsp;But I made a promise to myself this semester. I am going to prove to everyone that I can do this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am going to excel in everyone of my classes, even if it requires sleepless nights. I want an Epic Win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And so I will leave you, because I really do need to start getting my scholarly items together, and promise to return tomorrow with an honest evaluation of my day. After my homework. *sigh* Guess what? I already have math homework. I know. Welcome to college. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;your determined English student,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: center;"&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-4705336149527388887?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/4705336149527388887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-buddyhere-we-go.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4705336149527388887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/4705336149527388887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/oh-buddyhere-we-go.html' title='Oh buddy...here we go'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-6431828361195837704</id><published>2010-02-07T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T22:19:47.147-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristin Cashore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graceling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Book review on Graceling</title><content type='html'>Since I've been stuck inside for the past 2-3 days (stupid blizzard), I've had time to read quite a bit. And so here is the first book review that I will give. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is called &lt;strong&gt;Graceling&lt;/strong&gt; by Kristin Cashore. Here is&amp;nbsp;a link to her blog in case you want to know more about her:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://kristincashore.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://kristincashore.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://persephonereads.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/graceling1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://persephonereads.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/graceling1.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main character in the story is a girl named&amp;nbsp;Kasta, a Graceling. Now Gracelings&amp;nbsp;are a rare group of people who possess an extreme or special skill. Gracelings have a wide variety of "powers."Some Gracelings are great storytellers, dancers, swimmers, or they can read other people’s minds. Kasta’s talent is her ability to fight.&amp;nbsp;Gracelings are identified&amp;nbsp;early because they have eyes of different colors. So&amp;nbsp;Kasta is a startling&amp;nbsp;beauty (according to many in the book). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has an ability to kill. Rather than banish his niece, her uncle, King Randa, &amp;nbsp;decides to use her as an assassin. King Randa manipulates the Gracelings, or Graces, for his purpose to be feared and/or gain power. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over time, Kasta must develop and control her power or Grace in order to prevent herself from killing everyone in the vicinity. She eventually works for Randa by torturing people who have betrayed him or the kingdom. Katsa, of course, is not a fan of this at all. So&amp;nbsp;she discreetly forms the Council to serve in the name of justice in defense of those who suffer under the abuses of the king’s power. So readers are shown how she works for the king but also undercuts his power with the Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one mission, Kasta develops a suprising and unexpected&amp;nbsp;friendship with the Lienid prince, Po. She learns the story of his grandfather’s kidnapping and wants to resolve the mystery. She resists falling in love with him because she chooses to lead her own life without marriage or children. She doesn't want to have children who would have to deal with her as a mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like every story, good or bad, there are trials and hardships that each person has to endure. It sounds like a typical fantasy novel, and to a large degree it is. But this book was different; it had more to offer than just a damsel in distress with a valiant prince coming to save the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a big fan of fiction novels. I love the whole supernatural, powers, skilss, etc. deal. But no, I don't like cheesy chick flick stories (which is why I'm not a big fan of Twilight...but we'll talk about that later). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought &lt;strong&gt;Graceling&lt;/strong&gt; was a good story because of several things:&lt;br /&gt;1. Katsa was a kick-butt, stubborn girl who had to go through a lot to find herself&lt;br /&gt;2. There was a lot of trial and error that happened&lt;br /&gt;3. Nothing was perfect&lt;br /&gt;4. The ending was not a perfect happily ever after...it was realistic...well, as realistic as it &lt;em&gt;could&lt;/em&gt; be&lt;br /&gt;5. Details were intricate&lt;br /&gt;6. Landscape and scenarios were&amp;nbsp;vivid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I recommend the book. The only problem that I had with the story was the prince's name. Honestly? Like srsly? The prince's freaking name was Po. Who does that? That is not attractive. In any way. So that's a slight fail. But other than that minor detail, I'd say this book was a win. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go, read Graceling, and tell me what you think,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-6431828361195837704?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/6431828361195837704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-review-on-graceling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/6431828361195837704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/6431828361195837704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/book-review-on-graceling.html' title='Book review on Graceling'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-446819643790430632</id><published>2010-02-05T15:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:31:32.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='csi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring semester'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Panera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matthew gubler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Main street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mac and cheese'/><title type='text'>So many shenanigans to tell you about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi&amp;nbsp;hi&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi&amp;nbsp;hi hi&amp;nbsp;hi hi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi&amp;nbsp;hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: cyan;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hi hi hi hi hi hi&amp;nbsp;hi hi hi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt; hi hi hi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;hi hi hi hi hi hi hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So, today Laura and I headed to Main Street to buy my books for my courses. For my English courses. Because I am, as of now, an official English major with a minor in Interactive Media. :) I'm pretty excited. Even though I just spent around 300 dollars on books. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, that's the big news. I'm an ENGLISH MAJOR! woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;However, my father is not keen on my decision to do this. at all. And since I had to ask him to pay for it today, it was not very pleasant. But all was fine and dandy since Laura and I went and had some delish Panera lunch :) yum! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="139" kt="true" src="http://www.faganwelles.com/clients/nestle/731/images/macncheese.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I had a mac and cheese bowl of soup. It was&amp;nbsp;absolutely glorious. and hott&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3 which means alot when it's like 5 degrees outside. COLD!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Continuing my informative state, I was also texted by college yesterday saying that classes are cancelled. So the first day of Spring semester is cancelled. Official &lt;strong&gt;FAIL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anywho, I've decided that since I've bought SO many books recently, I am going to do a review on each book that I read. And I will be totally and brutely honest. Hopefully random authors don't happen to stumble upon my blog and see that I hate one of their books. I can't even imagine how that would go on. It would probably just be me trying to explain myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;(sputtering): I..I...I'm so sorry. I seriously didn't think that&amp;nbsp;your book&amp;nbsp;was THAT bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; Random Author&lt;/strong&gt;: THAT bad? What do you mean by that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt; Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Well, I mean...It wasn't that good. I'm surprised that you even managed to find someone idiotic enough&amp;nbsp;to print it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Random Author&lt;/strong&gt; (in a very angry voice): WTF?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;My inner voice&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;Shut up, jack, you're going to get yourself killed. She/He has a deadly pencil&amp;nbsp; in&amp;nbsp;her/his&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;hand. The possiblities are endless....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry, now I'm going off on a random tangent. Watching CSI while blogging tends to do that I guess...And so does waiting for&amp;nbsp;the giant snow blizzard that hasn't come yet. Another FAIL. It was apparently supposed to start at like 12...it's now 4. Not that I'm complaining; I'm just making an observation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;So I'm done for now. Well, okay I lied. I'm going to put up a review for one of the books I've read recently. I already returned to the library, and I don't want to forget what happened and why I liked it. So give me about 3 seconds and I'll work on the next one. So far, Life is being pleasant to me. Let's hope that this lasts through the Spring Semester. I am going to working my butt of this semester because I want to do well and exceed in every place possible. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Your new faithful English major,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;ps. Because I am in such a good mood, here is a picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/2600000/Matthew-matthew-gray-gubler-2628542-400-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://images1.fanpop.com/images/photos/2600000/Matthew-matthew-gray-gubler-2628542-400-600.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Matthew Gubler&amp;nbsp;is soooooooo cute. :)&amp;nbsp;Like omg. absolutely ADORKABLE &amp;lt;3 enjoy!..and no, I don't know what he's doing. Trying to be seductive? with an apple?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-446819643790430632?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/446819643790430632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-shenanigans-to-tell.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/446819643790430632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/446819643790430632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-shenanigans-to-tell.html' title='So many shenanigans to tell you about...'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-5800793789477317888</id><published>2010-01-30T12:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T12:55:27.636-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cameras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographs'/><title type='text'>Photographs from the recent past</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So I love taking photos. Here are some photos that I have taken&amp;nbsp;for you to admire :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2Ni8Td0P4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/gGpIWmq7Dr8/s1600-h/DSC03840.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2Ni8Td0P4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/gGpIWmq7Dr8/s320/DSC03840.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NivOhSxLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VyJRfnF5KDU/s1600-h/DSC03958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NivOhSxLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/VyJRfnF5KDU/s200/DSC03958.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NigHDmHCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bsUgbPY0xfo/s1600-h/DSC03935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NigHDmHCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/bsUgbPY0xfo/s320/DSC03935.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;and yes, i know my black and white exposure technique is extremely rusty. I'm using a 3 year old abused camera :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NlHtUv6iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/w6crJR2iQbg/s1600-h/DSC05275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NlHtUv6iI/AAAAAAAAAEw/w6crJR2iQbg/s320/DSC05275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NlpD81c7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/NDT88xOKGLw/s1600-h/DSC03638.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NlpD81c7I/AAAAAAAAAE4/NDT88xOKGLw/s320/DSC03638.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This was taken out my window a while back. I wish the netting wasn't there though. It would've been, I don't know, clearer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2Nme9l_COI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8NrQVDk0b9A/s1600-h/DSC03672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2Nme9l_COI/AAAAAAAAAFA/8NrQVDk0b9A/s320/DSC03672.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is a snapshot of a Winter Wonderland &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2Nm6n_bJPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7DDb4u3gzsQ/s1600-h/DSC07181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2Nm6n_bJPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/7DDb4u3gzsQ/s320/DSC07181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I love using macro :) fun stuff man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NpWs_ry4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BCGC4sUX65A/s1600-h/DSC06183.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NpWs_ry4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BCGC4sUX65A/s320/DSC06183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;dandelions :D the pretty yellow weeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NqI-LjMWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BJVSmp0LcMU/s1600-h/DSC09325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NqI-LjMWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/BJVSmp0LcMU/s200/DSC09325.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;BONFIRE }:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NrF0y2jMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ARHeW-1ySqY/s1600-h/DSC00956.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NrF0y2jMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ARHeW-1ySqY/s200/DSC00956.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;okay, so one day i found these erasers (actually someone gave them to me) and I thought they were the weirdest looking&amp;nbsp;things in the world....besides your mom. Sorry, too far? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NsqAwhhbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JJNXNW9U3rk/s1600-h/DSC01505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2NsqAwhhbI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JJNXNW9U3rk/s320/DSC01505.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;yet again with the macro. it just makes the world look amazing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2Nu1aFnzAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IpuE94pVl9M/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2Nu1aFnzAI/AAAAAAAAAFw/IpuE94pVl9M/s200/DSC01331.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, since I am Jackie, I have the urge to take pictures. No matter what time of day. So while on our Canadian Senior trip during breakfast, I decided to take a snapshot of strawberries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2RsuPi8RCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RVtRKnCe2k8/s1600-h/DSC07602.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2RsuPi8RCI/AAAAAAAAAF4/RVtRKnCe2k8/s320/DSC07602.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is my adorable puppy (that unfortunately lives in India so I only get to see him every 4 years. boo). He knows how to pose. Isn't he cute?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2RtOFxqxnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0057BnGIYPQ/s1600-h/DSC08343.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2RtOFxqxnI/AAAAAAAAAGA/0057BnGIYPQ/s200/DSC08343.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This is a beautiful flower that I believe is called a Dove Orchid. Sometimes I wonder how these kinds of things are even real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2RubDvPouI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GIq5PzyczUQ/s1600-h/DSC07106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2RubDvPouI/AAAAAAAAAGI/GIq5PzyczUQ/s320/DSC07106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The world is so &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt;, why don't some people see that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2RuyyEqjmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WeqFsfqwZbc/s1600-h/DSC04739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2RuyyEqjmI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/WeqFsfqwZbc/s200/DSC04739.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Now who doesnt love a classic rose picture? It's pretty much a given love story symbol. And who doesn't like love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Well, that's it at the moment. I can't find anymore photos to share. And since my old baby camera has been trying oh so hard to please my photographer needs, he's kind of failing. So hopefully I'll be able to get a new Digital SLR camera soon, and just come out with fantastic photographs. Oh man, I really want this camera guys. Let's hope I can get it sometime soon :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I'll talk to you again soon, I'm sure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-5800793789477317888?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/5800793789477317888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/01/photographs-from-recent-past.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5800793789477317888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/5800793789477317888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/01/photographs-from-recent-past.html' title='Photographs from the recent past'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S2Ni8Td0P4I/AAAAAAAAAEo/gGpIWmq7Dr8/s72-c/DSC03840.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-457688683024058398</id><published>2010-01-27T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T21:07:43.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A random list of things i love</title><content type='html'>Okay so my life has been so stressed of late, and I think that it's actually killing me on the inside. Even now, my innards are feeling&amp;nbsp;queasy, and I am not sick. at all.&amp;nbsp; So I decided I would take today's blog and just write a list of things of I love to do, watch, read, listen to, eat, everything. Sooooo here we go! ps. it's not in any important order...it's just what pops whatever&amp;nbsp;into my head at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Laura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;NCIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Photographs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;Bracelets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Eyeliner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Tom Felton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Benjamin (x2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Morgan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;my baby car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Samuel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Jane Eyre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Wuthering Heights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Twix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;sweet boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;drawing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;sleepovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;The Movie Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Princess and the Frog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;my pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Spencer Reid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;muscles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;beaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;sandcastles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;boogey boards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;witty sayings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f6b26b;"&gt;traveling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;full blast radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;barbecues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Greg Saunders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Tony DiNozzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Timothy McGee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;sun-rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;dancing in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;HUGS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;tall people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Gatorade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;British accents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;girl talks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;inside jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Mustangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;bright sweatshirts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;baggy sweatpants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Indian food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Baking sweets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Sharpies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Boots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Hairbands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;boys that smell nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #93c47d;"&gt;Making fun of Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Making fun of Rob and Kristen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;DDR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Superbowl Parties&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Across the Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Phantom of the Opera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Big Blankets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;People watching at the mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Hershey's chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Singing and Dancing in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Dancing and Cleaning around the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;scarves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;boy scoping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Thanksgiving Dinner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;texting/calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;mashed potatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;Garlic bread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;showers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;peacoats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Hats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;soccer socks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there you go. A giant list that took me like 30 minutes to think of. I love everything on that list, and probably so much more that I can't quite think of at the moment. And this little activity was a great thing for me to think about today, so as to remind me of everything that I love in my life. And hopefully the good will always out weigh the bad in my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that you to Laura for that wonderful "letter" that she left me on her blog. It was very sweet, exactly what a best friend would write, and I will remember it for ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...until next time, i suppose. Who knows what I'll be doing the next time I get on here. Who knows how my life will turn out in the next week. School is starting up soon, so we'll see i guess. Cross your fingers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-457688683024058398?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/457688683024058398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-list-of-things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/457688683024058398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/457688683024058398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-list-of-things-i-love.html' title='A random list of things i love'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-1489989776973799939</id><published>2010-01-24T21:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:11:47.983-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='major'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hassle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engineering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>Life is a hassle</title><content type='html'>Oh my goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than the fact that I just sounded like an old woman having a spaz, I honestly think those four words sum up my life at the moment. Pathetic, right? I know :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I am in college at the moment&amp;nbsp;for an engineering degree. yeah, a &lt;em&gt;mechanical engineering&lt;/em&gt; degree. *&lt;em&gt;shudder&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, &lt;/em&gt;you caught that "at the moment" phrase there, didn't you. See, the thing is...I don't think it's for me. Honestly, I'm not quite sure why I started with engineering, other than the fact that my dad is a computer engineer. And he's brilliant! So super smart, and can basically figure out anything, even if he's never seen it before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;But me? Not that kind of brain. Of course it&amp;nbsp;wouldn't work that way...I try hard, I really do! But I can never reach that kind of passion for things that are just logical and analytical. Math is ehh; I understand and enjoy algebra, but have no further desire to become a mathematician. And sciences hold nothing for me...except for physics which i thoroughly enjoyed, except when we learned about circuits. But I think that's because my physics teacher was awesome. He was the greatest teacher I've ever had or will ever have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is this blog about? I honestly have no freaking idea. Not one idea why i'm on here &lt;strike&gt;talking&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;writing. I've been researching so many different majors, jobs, basically trying to find something that I would be passionate about. All I can come up with is photography and English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would live off of photography. But as the economy is going down, this just isn't possible. But English...English is something that I could live off of. I could teach, be an editor, publisher, write. I mean there are so many options, right? But how do I know that I'm going to be able to get a job? I mean, really? Engineering is freaking set in stone to be around for the next bijillion years. And yet English? Psshhh, who reads anymore? Besides me, because i'm a nerd. Such a sad, confused little nerd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what erks me is that I&amp;nbsp;feel like the only kid who hasn't figured out her life. My other friends know that they want to do engineering. Whether it be the money or...the money. That's their goal, and that's what they are looking forward to. But me being...well &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;, can't see that. I just can't look past the hours of hell that I would be putting myself through...and not just in college. After struggling through college, through things that I may have not appreciated or liked at all, I will have to go on and find a job in the engineering field. Now, people have said, "You could just get an engineering degree and then do what you want..." You know what I say to that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;LIES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If I knew that I was going to hate engineering...well, hate might be too strong of a word. Dislike...or just not appreciate it, then why in the world would i continue to torture myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which brings me to my life at the moment. I've been researching (as I said earlier) and I think I've finally decided to say that I want to major in English and minor in Interative Media. As I see that written here, I realize how huge of a jump that is from engineering. Oh jeez, I just have to break it to my parents now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*whimper*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't you hate telling your parents things? No? Oh, guess it's just me then. I always seem to have that problem. It could be as simple as: "Dad, can I go over to so-and-so's house for a game night party?" to "Dad, I was wondering...about my major..." And I will sweat about it for DAYS. No lie. Some of my friends tell me that I'm being supressed, and that I should be able to do what I want since I'm a legal adult...I just wish that I didn't have to brace myself for a battle whenever I want to ask something. Balls! I'm rambling about my personal life to nothing. This is also pathetic. Well, I'm off to go tell my parents about my decision of major and minor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And suddenly my breathing hitched up, my palms got clammy, and my knees got shaky...I'm a pathetic indecisive&amp;nbsp;little girl who can't pick what she likes and doesn't know what her dream is. Is there anything worse than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your confused writer,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-1489989776973799939?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1489989776973799939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-hassle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/1489989776973799939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/1489989776973799939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-hassle.html' title='Life is a hassle'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-1754854832426088738</id><published>2010-01-17T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T18:05:41.293-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headbands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NCIS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Criminal Minds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Princess and the Frog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristen Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mcgee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Lautner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reid'/><title type='text'>Well, It's been awhile...boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Oh jeez louise,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;jackie here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know, I know. It's been &lt;em&gt;AGES&lt;/em&gt;! But I've been very productive...well, okay I just&amp;nbsp;completely lied to you. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Fail. At. Life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;i hate when i fail at life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's just been nothing to talk about. No Rob failures, no kstew appearances, and&amp;nbsp;no taylor lautner cheeses. And I've only seen Laura once over winter session :( but on that fun day, we had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We made freaking sexy feather&amp;nbsp;headbands! Here's some visual aide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLPTo11aI/AAAAAAAAADI/c6cdiDJe_q0/s1600-h/DSC04140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLPTo11aI/AAAAAAAAADI/c6cdiDJe_q0/s200/DSC04140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This was laura's first attempt at making the headband. I'm not going to lie, we were pretty much experts at the beginning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLc4wJ-nI/AAAAAAAAADo/kezbjVDlqc4/s1600-h/DSC04176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLc4wJ-nI/AAAAAAAAADo/kezbjVDlqc4/s200/DSC04176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;And here are laura's final presentation of her headbands. Don't lie to me, I know you hardcore seriously want one...really badly. just dont deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;ps. I love laura's&amp;nbsp;camera, it's so awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLMysV3BI/AAAAAAAAADA/FKgtVk87xr0/s1600-h/DSC04134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLMysV3BI/AAAAAAAAADA/FKgtVk87xr0/s200/DSC04134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLMysV3BI/AAAAAAAAADA/FKgtVk87xr0/s1600/DSC04134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLMysV3BI/AAAAAAAAADA/FKgtVk87xr0/s200/DSC04134.JPG" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 7px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 565px; visibility: hidden;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now here's laura being a little special...and because I dont want to embarrass anyone, I'm not putting all the photos up here. Let's just leave it at the fact that I look mentally retarded in &lt;strike&gt;half&lt;/strike&gt; all of them. no offense to the&amp;nbsp;mentally retarded. I love you guys all the way...subscribe? jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLQ8T1rQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lb_6ijJouek/s1600-h/DSC04141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLQ8T1rQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lb_6ijJouek/s200/DSC04141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my first feather headband job...not as good as Laura's...the Micheal's bag totally jipped us out of pink feathers...which I realized after I had started hot gluing. I know. I'm an epic Fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLVTpTu_I/AAAAAAAAADY/EL8JBsp2uzk/s1600-h/DSC04157.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLVTpTu_I/AAAAAAAAADY/EL8JBsp2uzk/s200/DSC04157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;BUT then I made this one and was like, "I'm a straight up G!" This is probably my favorite headband that I made. I wear it whenever I can. FYI Laura's taking a picture of her battle scar from the fight that she had with the hot glue gun. We're weird, this is a fact that we are well aware of. hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLX-YxE4I/AAAAAAAAADg/gUBMWZgthag/s1600-h/DSC04163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLX-YxE4I/AAAAAAAAADg/gUBMWZgthag/s200/DSC04163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;And this is a picture of my headbands in all of their final glory. Aren't they freaking cute? We also made flower headbands, and they were pretty cute too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Okay, so now that that's there for you to see, I want to give you a heads up of what's to come. I know it's been a long time since the last post, but I just seriously haven't had anything to write about. I've been reading some books. I went to Barnes and Noble with Laura when she came over, and I bought 2 giant books. One is the Complete Sherlock Holmes and the other is Jane Austens' seven novels. And I've also made weekly trips to the library for some books, and movie watching...although, I've only been interested in CSI and NCIS as of late. Movies aren't as interesting right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the same day as the feather headband making, Laura and I went to the movies to go see...*drum roll effect* The Princess and the Frog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dont roll your eyes at me! It was an adorable movie! And the prince was quite dashing too...for a cartoon that is ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And no, we still have not blogged about harry potter 6. I'm sure we'll get to that eventually. BUT, Laura is scheduled (pshh, like i have a schedule) to come over on Tues and Wed. We have some fun plans...play with garage band, photobooth (gotta love macs), movies, make witty t-shirts (i'm excited for that one), eat delish food at Panera (so tasty), and probably a standard mall trip. I'll probably post up pictures from the fun-ness :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;We also realized that we have a mutual weakness for Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. We think he's adorable, even though i dont usually fall for that type. I'm more of a Tony DiNozzio from NCIS kinda gal, while Laura would be all for McGee(k) haha. This has nothing to do with anything...just for fun. if you were wondering. Which I'm sure you were dying to know about. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, I guess this is enough to leave you with for now. Stay healthy, stay on the look out for Rob Pattinson..who knows, &lt;em&gt;you might get lucky&lt;/em&gt;, and live life to the greatest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Au revoir, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;jackie &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-1754854832426088738?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1754854832426088738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-its-been-awhileboo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/1754854832426088738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/1754854832426088738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2010/01/well-its-been-awhileboo.html' title='Well, It&apos;s been awhile...boo'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/S1OLPTo11aI/AAAAAAAAADI/c6cdiDJe_q0/s72-c/DSC04140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-1248791580446466833</id><published>2009-12-26T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T23:20:45.155-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jacob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jasper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugly sweater'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edward cullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shamwow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristen Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>A little picture humor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Merry day after Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's jackie. again. i'm soo sorry to be a bother, but I have nothing else to do. No job at the moment, no schoolwork, no new books, etc...but i did have something that I wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a flippin awesome Christmas, and I hope you all had a great day too. But I'm sitting in my room, bored at the moment. And I decided to look online for pictures that would make everyone laugh....&lt;em&gt;Oh yes, I found them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without further delay, I will give you the pictures that I deem worthy to be on this blog...Laura will probably &lt;strike&gt;hate me&lt;/strike&gt; kill me&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;over&amp;nbsp;half of them :) ENJOY and laugh your brains out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ps="true" src="http://images.eonline.com/eol_images/Entire_Site/20081218/293.pattinson.robert2.lc.121808.jpg" width="122" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;really rob? do&amp;nbsp;you have to do this to your face??? is it truly necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZZSIBJyUI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ugq_wWqBObc/s1600-h/twilight+shamwow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZZSIBJyUI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ugq_wWqBObc/s200/twilight+shamwow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;best freaking thing &lt;em&gt;EVER. &lt;/em&gt;This is a hardcore epic WIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcOpiN95I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TVQbPNgjZCg/s1600-h/annoying+edward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcOpiN95I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TVQbPNgjZCg/s320/annoying+edward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ummm...is it sad to say that I would do this just to annoy the crap out of him. I mean I would &lt;strike&gt;wince&lt;/strike&gt; die internally &amp;nbsp;from picturing it but... i think you get my drift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcRGyureI/AAAAAAAAACY/N-fG3dml9ls/s1600-h/annoying+jasper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcRGyureI/AAAAAAAAACY/N-fG3dml9ls/s320/annoying+jasper.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the humor and wit of some people never cease to amaze me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcS2CsxQI/AAAAAAAAACg/7OsKs3YNzgo/s1600-h/hahah+kristen+stewart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcS2CsxQI/AAAAAAAAACg/7OsKs3YNzgo/s320/hahah+kristen+stewart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bella, &lt;em&gt;PLEASE&lt;/em&gt; put some freaking clothes on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcUjNxWNI/AAAAAAAAACo/j21fLAjffJ0/s1600-h/hiding+edward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcUjNxWNI/AAAAAAAAACo/j21fLAjffJ0/s320/hiding+edward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm Edward. I sparkle. And I hide like a &lt;em&gt;beast&lt;/em&gt;. Suck on that Jacob."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcWcDiwpI/AAAAAAAAACw/7ROUEH7TDl8/s1600-h/queer+edward.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcWcDiwpI/AAAAAAAAACw/7ROUEH7TDl8/s320/queer+edward.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That pretty much sums it up: "Yup. Edward is very gay."&amp;nbsp; well, &lt;strike&gt;no offense&lt;/strike&gt; not too much offense :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I hope you all were able to enjoy the photos. I give a big shout out to the internet and if these fotos are yours and if you want to be credited then just give me a heads up and i'll def make that happen. And now I leave you with one last &lt;strike&gt;mind-numbing&lt;/strike&gt; uhhh&amp;nbsp;&lt;strike&gt;mind-scaring&lt;/strike&gt; well...mind-stimulating picture. enjoy once more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcYvcGEXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WuHdor9C8eA/s1600-h/wtf+rob..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZcYvcGEXI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WuHdor9C8eA/s320/wtf+rob..jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm gonna take the advice...dont come near me. ever. even after you take off the sweater...and shower...with soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;jackie &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-1248791580446466833?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/1248791580446466833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-picture-humor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/1248791580446466833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/1248791580446466833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-picture-humor.html' title='A little picture humor'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3IY8LPjQQ5Q/SzZZSIBJyUI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ugq_wWqBObc/s72-c/twilight+shamwow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-7718278794417132742</id><published>2009-12-19T17:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:09:47.194-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirates of the Carribean'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malfoy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hugh Dancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blood and Chocolate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lord of the Rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Felton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Xmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Treasure'/><title type='text'>This is what happens when there's a snow day...</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;It's jackie again :) hopefully laura will attempt to get on here eventually. We were supposed to have a fun day on Friday...until she realized that she worked. like she does every friday. It's okay, she can be retarded sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's hardcore snowing today. Like almost two feet of snow! and my car doors are frozen. yeah....so since i was/am trapped inside with my family *shudder* I decided that I wanted to watch a movie. So i browsed my little collection. Let me list them for you so you guys can understand my pathetic movie collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie's pathetic movie collection that never seems to get better:&lt;br /&gt;1. Blood and Chocolate (awful movie...only Hugh Dancy makes that bearable)&lt;br /&gt;2. National Treasure 2 (i love Riley)&lt;br /&gt;3. Xmen 2 and 3 (Laura and I were obsessed with xmen starting in 7th grade....it was bad)&lt;br /&gt;4. Pirates of The Carribean 2 and 3 (I love these movies to death)&lt;br /&gt;5. Lord of the Rings 1, 2, and 3 Extended Versions (I also loves these movies....yes all 5 hours each)&lt;br /&gt;6. Twilight (makes me wanna vomit...i keep it just so me and laura can have something to make fun of)&lt;br /&gt;7. Harry Potter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and most recently 6 (my absolute favorite movies...tom felton is hott)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you go. There's my collection. I know, it sucks. Don't worry about it. :/ Anyway, I was looking at my collection and decided I didn't want to watch an old movie....so I decided to watch Harry Potter 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and I had seen the movie...I think on opening day....and deduced that it was fantastic. And that Harry was one of the emo-est kids ever. And that Malfoy looked drop-dead sexy in that black suit that he wore...all the time. every scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was watching it, I realized again how awesome this movie was! I mean seriously, I'd take Harry Potter series-ness over Twilight anyday. &lt;em&gt;wait....no. yeah, anyday&lt;/em&gt;. So since I thoroughly approve this movie, Laura and I will probably be writing fun and witty things to abuse it. &lt;strong&gt;SOON. &lt;/strong&gt;I can't exactly promise when because snow, Christmas week, and New Years, and my parents rules, will be substantial obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!!! we do have about 7 weeks off from school, so I'm seriously hoping that me and Laura see each other in that spanse....unless it snows like this. every day. for the rest of break. oh jeez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that you have this nonsensical blog entry to read, I leave you to enjoy the rest of the snowy blizzard-y day hopefully being filled with marshmellows, warmth, cookies, and hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time,&lt;br /&gt;jackie &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-7718278794417132742?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/7718278794417132742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-what-happens-when-theres-snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/7718278794417132742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/7718278794417132742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-what-happens-when-theres-snow.html' title='This is what happens when there&apos;s a snow day...'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-7770940617906519790</id><published>2009-12-13T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T15:10:00.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Felton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>Just a little heads up</title><content type='html'>Okay so it's 9am, and yet I (jackie) am still chillin in my bed. I should be studying for my huge chemistry and computer science finals that are on Tuesday and Thursday....but I am just not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I just wanted to give you guys a heads up about some up coming possiblities. First about my last blog, I told Laura about it and she has decided that she wants to do her own summary of New Moon. So be ready to read that eventually. And second, I just bought &lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;em&gt;Blue-ray&lt;/em&gt;!!! I love buying movies :) especially since I liked this one so much; i remember sitting with Laura in the theater and being like: "omg, this is so epic!" So you guys will probably also get out analysis on HP6 soon too! But only after our finals....ugh. My last is on the 17th and Laura's is on the 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN WE'RE DONE OUR FIRST SEMESTER OF COLLEGE!!!!...and hopefully I managed to pass all my classes :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think that covers everything that I wanted to say....yup. Until next time...&lt;br /&gt;Hating chemistry with a passion,&lt;br /&gt;Jackie &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-7770940617906519790?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/7770940617906519790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-little-heads-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/7770940617906519790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/7770940617906519790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-little-heads-up.html' title='Just a little heads up'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-3196253990891279326</id><published>2009-12-06T01:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T01:53:00.301-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WTF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper cut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristen Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Volturi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pale body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='built body'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Lautner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Moon'/><title type='text'>New moon thoughts</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is jackie. Me and Laura have been soooo busy for the last...um, what is it? oh, three months about. That's so bad. Jeez, college really takes your life away. But it's been alright, except for the sleepless nights of chemistry and paper writing. But I'm not here to rant about college, I'm here to talk about New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you see...I have to admit it, I did not go see the movie at the midnight showing :( Yeah, see my dad is quite strict...that should about cover it. ha. but seriously. Anyway, Laura went to go see it, so congrats to her. And then she went to see it with me at the 4:30pm showing on Friday. She's a diehard fan guys. Be proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, let's get down to business (I might go out of order, so sorry about that):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's just set the ground. Taylor Lautner's bod is hardcore awesome in this movie. There is absolutely no doubt about that...unless you're Laura. I mean really! How can you compare anything to this???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.entertainmentwise.com/photos/Image/backlotstrick430.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they had to make scrawny little rob (laura will kill me for saying that) take off his shirt to show off his pale little body. Oh rob, what do you do with all your money? Laura and I will discuss that in the near future :) just wait for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.filmofilia.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/new_moon_set_photo_17_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Okay, then there's the little party spaztastic drama that went on since Bella is retarded and can't open a present. Stupid girl. And last time that I got a paper cut, blood didn't freaking spurt out like a sprinkler... &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.4tnz.com/files/Picture%2013_5.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. I. Just. Don't. Understand. Why? this is def a &lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt; moment right here:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/scene-from-new-moon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what's trying to happen. But it is an epic fail! Isn't bella supposed to become like OMG beautiful? Wearing a blue baggy dress is not helping. trust me, I have eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And DANG! Those Volturi people were sicknasty!!! they were like legit. And Dakota Fanning gets brownie points for looking freaking scary. Jeez, I'd be like: "Ahhh, dont eat me!!!" ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 549px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/a/p/i/bcst/yeurope/yahooukie/ukiemovies/10711/95549048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For real guys, just imagine meeting them in a dark alley. &lt;strong&gt;Hell no.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope that you enjoyed my little analysis of New Moon. It's not much, I know. But since I didn't have that much work to do today, I figured I should write something :) What did you guys think about New Moon? Freaking awesome? Sucked? Shouldn't even exist? Share with us. We wanna hear from you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;Jackie &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-3196253990891279326?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3196253990891279326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/3196253990891279326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/3196253990891279326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-moon-thoughts.html' title='New moon thoughts'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6124510570633962580.post-3483556353387141259</id><published>2009-08-25T19:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T16:40:20.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rob Pattinson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kstew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Felton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristen Stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sharkboy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taylor Lautner'/><title type='text'>Opening Statements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Laura and Jackie... hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are new to the blog scene, but we have so many ideas buzzing in our busy brains, that we will do just fine. We love making fun of (we call it observation) people and so that is what this blog will be about. We hope you like it. So we are going to start this blog off with a bang and basically tell you what our most passionate opinions are. What's my catch phrase? shoot, I don't know. (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;- we have catch phrases.. that is Laura's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Opening Statements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kstew&lt;/span&gt; is a &lt;strong&gt;man&lt;/strong&gt;. no exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/gallery/onset/090720/kristen-stewart-435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 349px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2009/stylewatch/gallery/onset/090720/kristen-stewart-435.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We mean.. come on. button your pants, close your mouth, and wash your hair. &lt;em&gt;Please&lt;/em&gt;, Kristen. We beg you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Rob &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; is conditionally cute. and needs to shower more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.accesshollywood.com/content/images/81/230x306/81594_robert-pattinson-before-and-after-his-haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.accesshollywood.com/content/images/81/230x306/81594_robert-pattinson-before-and-after-his-haircut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;See what we mean? Not so cute and then, totally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;adorkable&lt;/span&gt;. (according to Laura, more on the great Rob &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pattinson&lt;/span&gt; divide at a later time). The point is, no matter whether you think he is God's gift to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;girlkind&lt;/span&gt; or someone you would rather not run into in a back alley in the middle of the night, you can see our point.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. We will &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; be on Jasper's side.&lt;a href="http://www.newmoonmovie.org/images/200906170844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.newmoonmovie.org/images/200906170844.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just cannot bring ourselves to be on the side of constipated, amputee vampires. sorry. Call us intolerant, but then we would have to remind you the &lt;strong&gt;vampires.aren't.real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. We are team &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Malfoy&lt;/span&gt;. Harry Potter is a wanker. no excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://media.giantbomb.com/uploads/0/4699/590129-317px_draco_malfoy_poa_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so... I am just going to say Jackie is Team Tom. so whenever you read a blog that touts the many things that make Tom superior to Rob, it is Jackie. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fyi&lt;/span&gt;. Not that I (Laura) don't think he is precious (in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;, sneering &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kindof&lt;/span&gt; way) but I much (much) prefer Rob. I have a thing for dirty Brits (bite me) ((see that? I made a joke right there. bite me. get it? Rob plays a vampire? yea? no? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. whatever.))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. We will never sugar coat the truth. Unless, it is to cover up Rob's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;filthyness&lt;/span&gt; and then it is totally justified.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6.In light of number 5, Taylor &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lautner&lt;/span&gt; needs to calm down. Yes, we noticed your teeth. Yes, the thousands of dollars your parents spent on your orthodontia was well worth it. &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;- no one cheeses all the time. You just look stupid. Close your mouth. It won't hurt anything. I mean, look at Rob. he is glowering 90% of the time and he still gets girls. Try it sometime. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.contactmusic.com/pics/lb/twilight_premiere_5_181108/taylor_lautner_2179020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.contactmusic.com/pics/lb/twilight_premiere_5_181108/taylor_lautner_2179020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like, seriously. He just looks like he is trying to be cool. We get it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sharkboy&lt;/span&gt;. You were a "cool" ninja when you were 10. Now that you are getting a little older (what? like 13?) you can stop smiling all the time. It is more mysterious.. then maybe you can bag some of Rob's leftovers. cheers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In conclusion, Jackie and I are very different people. Team Tom, Team Rob, what does it really matter? What we do agree on is more important. Kristen should really be Kris. Taylor really should look sullen more often. And, Rob really should think of showering more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laura &amp;amp; Jackie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6124510570633962580-3483556353387141259?l=mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/feeds/3483556353387141259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2009/08/opening-statements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/3483556353387141259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6124510570633962580/posts/default/3483556353387141259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeisaconundrum.blogspot.com/2009/08/opening-statements.html' title='Opening Statements'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08866136578781541191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xTyg_7Dxwqs/TmfATYkakuI/AAAAAAAAARk/ihz6vp2PvuU/s220/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-07-23%2Bat%2B22.50.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
