<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:27:08.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>s m i l e</title><subtitle type='html'>If you're looking for something interesting, you've come to the wrong place.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-8908207038202976474</id><published>2009-08-21T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:39:31.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 11th</title><content type='html'>September 11th is very near and dear to my heart. It represents so many things. It is a symbol of hope. It is a day I am longing for. It stands for so many different things. I will remember it forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 11th marks the official end of my Subway career.&lt;br /&gt;September 11th marks the end of summer school.&lt;br /&gt;September 11th marks the beginning of my vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 11th is going to be the best day ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-8908207038202976474?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/8908207038202976474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=8908207038202976474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8908207038202976474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8908207038202976474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/08/september-11th.html' title='September 11th'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-3062574206319458591</id><published>2009-07-16T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:17:02.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's an Inflamation in My Tear Gland</title><content type='html'>I have found a new appreciation for Flight of the Conchords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6ea8ZVSZ5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/o6ea8ZVSZ5Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Crying&lt;br /&gt;So, you're leaving, aren't you'&lt;br /&gt;I knew it when you said just then when you told me you were leaving&lt;br /&gt;That's when I definitely knew&lt;br /&gt;But if you're trying to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your plan is flawed from the start&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my heart, it's liquid&lt;br /&gt;It melted when I met you&lt;br /&gt;And as you turn around to leave&lt;br /&gt;Don't' turn back to me&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn around and see if I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crying&lt;br /&gt;It's just been raining&lt;br /&gt;on my face&lt;br /&gt;And if you think you see some tear tracks down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Please. Please, don't tell my mates&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crying&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not crying&lt;br /&gt;And if I am crying&lt;br /&gt;It's not because of you&lt;br /&gt;It's because I'm thinking about a friend of mine who you don't know who is dying&lt;br /&gt;That's right, dying&lt;br /&gt;These aren't tears of sadness because you're leaving me&lt;br /&gt;I've just been cutting onions&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a lasagna&lt;br /&gt;For one&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm not crying&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;There's just a little bit of dust in my eye&lt;br /&gt;That's from the path that you made when you said your goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I'm not weeping because you won't be here to hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;For your information there's an inflammation in my tear gland&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset because you left me this way&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are just a little sweaty today&lt;br /&gt;They've been looking around&lt;br /&gt;They're like searching for you&lt;br /&gt;They've been looking for you&lt;br /&gt;Even though I told them not to&lt;br /&gt;These aren't tears of sadness&lt;br /&gt;They're tears of joy&lt;br /&gt;I'm just laughing&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha-ha ha&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting at this table called love&lt;br /&gt;Staring down at the irony of life&lt;br /&gt;How come we've reached this fork in the road&lt;br /&gt;And yet it cuts like a knife'&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crying&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crying&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cry-y-y-y-&lt;br /&gt;-y-y-y-y-ing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you'll feel the same way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-3062574206319458591?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/3062574206319458591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=3062574206319458591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3062574206319458591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3062574206319458591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-found-new-appreciation-for.html' title='There&apos;s an Inflamation in My Tear Gland'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6300245262432581605</id><published>2009-07-07T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:51:44.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Pretty?</title><content type='html'>So I have embarked on the long journey that is summer. Last week I clocked in an incredible 50 hours at work. 50 hours!! It was crazy to say the least. Now let me tell you about the night shift. 11pm until 7 am. You arrive. You clean. You prep. You help. You try not to fall asleep. Who comes into Subway at 3 in the morning, you might ask. There are 3 types of people: Cops, drunks, and highs (high people). I'm not sure which group I enjoy more. But the best conversation I've had to date would have to be the "Are you pretty convo." Let's recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Subway, Culver and Michelson. How can I help you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Is this Subway?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you open?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you serious?!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you my hero?"&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe"&lt;br /&gt;"What's your name?"&lt;br /&gt;"Jessica"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok Jessica, I'll be right in!"&lt;br /&gt;"We'll see you then"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Subway, Culver and Michelson. How can I help you"&lt;br /&gt;"Is this Jessica?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"I just called a few minutes ago"&lt;br /&gt;"Mhmm"&lt;br /&gt;"Are you pretty?"&lt;br /&gt;"You'll have to see for yourself"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a facebook?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. I won't ask for your last name, because that's just creepy"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be right in"&lt;br /&gt;"Ok"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, he never came in. That might have been awkward. But yes, that is what I have to deal with every time I work. And now, it's even during the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Would you like anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe your number"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's going to ring you up over there. Have a nice day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I get paid. That's what keeps me going :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6300245262432581605?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6300245262432581605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6300245262432581605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6300245262432581605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6300245262432581605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-pretty.html' title='Are You Pretty?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-1303176814848634432</id><published>2009-06-14T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:08:10.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girrrrrl. Why he break up witchu??</title><content type='html'>A few of my favorite things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Studying for finals like a crazy person&lt;br /&gt;-Putting a deposit down on an apartment, only to find out that you no longer have roommates&lt;br /&gt;-Getting no sleep&lt;br /&gt;-Having your mom call you right before a final to tell you that your parents are getting a divorce&lt;br /&gt;-Having no money, because you had to help pay for your parents divorce&lt;br /&gt;-Getting a C on a paper, ruining any chance of getting an A in that class&lt;br /&gt;-Packing and moving out&lt;br /&gt;-Cleaning because some of your roommates decided not to do a super awesome job&lt;br /&gt;-Not having enough room in your car for all your stuff&lt;br /&gt;-Having to work for 8 hours on a Saturday&lt;br /&gt;-Having to make over 18 feet of sandwiches in an hour&lt;br /&gt;-Realizing that you left every piece of make up that you own in an apartment that is no longer yours&lt;br /&gt;-Driving 130 miles in less than 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;-Knowing that for the next 15 months you will be in school, nonstop&lt;br /&gt;-Not being able to be sad about anything because you are completely devoid of emotion&lt;br /&gt;-Crying in front of someone like an idiot&lt;br /&gt;-Realizing that you haven't talked to your best friend in weeks&lt;br /&gt;-Realizing that it's your fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say that this summer has definitely started off not as I would have hoped. And I know that things are just going to continue in a similar fashion. And so it begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, this week is going to be semi decent. Work tomorrow, which I will survive. Tuesday will include a visit from my mom and brothers. Wednesday will be a very good night. Thursday will be an equally awesome day. Friday... no comment. Saturday will be spent working then who knows! And Sunday will involve going home, which will be a mixture of pleasantness and unpleasantness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-1303176814848634432?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/1303176814848634432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=1303176814848634432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1303176814848634432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1303176814848634432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/06/girrrrrl-why-he-break-up-witchu.html' title='Girrrrrl. Why he break up witchu??'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-5750620965782825583</id><published>2009-05-09T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:03:19.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartless</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost a whole month with out a post?!?! What is wrong with me. Well, sorry to disappoint you all, but this will not be a long post, nor will it be incredibly informative. Just a quick catch up of the last few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I won the contest. 17 pounds in 1 month. $100. Awesome. I missed food :)&lt;br /&gt;2. I ate spotted dick, and I liked it (and on a side note - Adam had my dick, and he liked it too)&lt;br /&gt;3. Week 7! Which means almost done :)&lt;br /&gt;4. IPOD touch soon. The decision has been made, it all depends on the money&lt;br /&gt;5. Family life is sucking right now, and the saddest part is that I really don't care anymore&lt;br /&gt;6. John's graduation is soon! I have to think of something awesome to get him&lt;br /&gt;7. Private Practice had the GAYEST ending in the history of GAY endings&lt;br /&gt;8. Chuck knows kung fu :D&lt;br /&gt;9. $5 footlong deal is OVER&lt;br /&gt;10. Never ever ever ever go to a 7 hour shift for work on less than 2 hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to leave you all, a super awesome cover of a song that I really didn't like the original to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HgnFKNvmV7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HgnFKNvmV7o&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-5750620965782825583?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5750620965782825583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5750620965782825583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5750620965782825583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5750620965782825583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartless.html' title='Heartless'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-1780078060936735</id><published>2009-04-12T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T16:00:10.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy yummy Cheesecake</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while. Too long. Much too long. But working 40 hour weeks, in addition to full time school, isn't exactly a conducive environment for blogging. I'll start with Spring break (because that's how long it's been!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was GREAT! It was relaxing. It was fun. It was necessary. The time I spent home was what I needed to be revitalized. School is so draining. I don't want to be a complainer, because I know you all go through it too. But you know. I spent time with family and friends, saw movies, went out to dinner/lunch, game nights :) and other various fun things. Needless to say, I was very sad Saturday night when I had to go home to be at work at 6:30 the next morning. Eff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to school. I was blessed this quarter. Classes are on Tuesday and Thursday ONLY! And here's my quarterly review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE 13 - 9:30 am. It's very....interesting. And extremely boring. But definitely manageable. I have the class with Laura, which makes it more enjoyable. My 4th stats class at UCI. And it's not getting any better. I predict an A in this class. Maybe even an A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P107 - 12:30 pm. Clinical Child Psychology. It's about abnormal child psychology over the years, and what we're doing now with it. The class is fine. The teacher is rather boring. And she lectures insanely fast. It's a lot of material, and I'll have a nice research paper due at the end of the quarter. Awesome. I'll say B+ (A if I kick it up a notch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing 39C - 2:00pm. BORING. I hate writing. I hate research. I hate Free culture. This is going to be most difficult class, by far. 3 research papers. Awful. My first one is due next week. I haven't even started. Eff. I give myself another B+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P108 - 3:30pm. This is definitely my most interesting class. The Social Animal. The professor is pretty interesting. A lot of movies (video clips) are shown and in class activities, which helps the time pass. A in this class :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. I know you were waiting for it. I hope everyone had a very happy Easter. I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as update to those who know about my contest at work. 12 pounds an counting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-1780078060936735?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/1780078060936735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=1780078060936735' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1780078060936735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1780078060936735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/04/yummy-yummy-cheesecake.html' title='Yummy yummy Cheesecake'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-5134205915091205572</id><published>2009-03-19T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:26:05.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>562-Cindy</title><content type='html'>So a few Fridays ago was a big day. It was "Ditch School to go to Big Bear!!!" day. And we did! I was promptly awaken at 4:30 am, courtesy of Laura's phone. After I got out of bed, did my morning routine, threw on some clothes, we made our way to Adam's car and were on the road! Let me just say, there is no one on the freeway at 5:30 in the morning. Ok, that's a lie. There are significantly less people on the freeway. The drive was fast. Getting our ski's/snowboards was fast. Getting our tickets, fast. Then it was time. Mind you, I've never skied before. I've been snowboarding, once, 3 years ago, and it was not my most graceful moment. But I thought anything had to be better then spending 95% of my time there on the ground. So my first run. I didn't fall off of the lift. Good sign. And then I was off. And I was good. Well, better than expected. I had a little spill, but other than that, my first run was amazing. Needless to say, I think I impressed most people, including myself. But that's pretty much how the day went. We would go down a hill, I would have a few falls (sometimes only 1, sometimes many) And because I'm a beginner, they loosen your skis, which make them fall off easier. I had a difficult time with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 1pm. We've been skiing since 8:30. We had just gone down Summit Run, and decided that it was such a good run, that we were going to do it again. So I took off first. (I think the reason for this was in case I fell, or lost many articles, everyone who came up behind me could help me out) So I'm booking it. And not the good kind of booking it. The bad, I know I'm going to fall in 4 seconds, kind of booking it. And I did. I fell, lost my hat and goggles, slid down some more, lost a ski, then another, and then I stopped. I looked up and saw my stuff at the top of the hill, tried to climb and get it, heard Adam and Laura coming, and decided to let them get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is where things go fuzzy. Actually, this is where I don't remember anything. So everything that I'm recounting was told to me from this point on. Adam and Laura got my skis, helped me back into everything made sure I was ok, and then we took off again. Kevin had already passed us at this point. We ski for a little bit. I make my way up to where Laura is and say "Not to alarm you guys, but I don't know where we are." So we sat down and they tried to see if I was being serious. I think the tears speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-S8V-xyvZmw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-S8V-xyvZmw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medics arrived (thank you Kevin!) And I was immediately rewarded with pure oxygen. Amazing. They asked a lot of questions, most of which I didn't know the answer to. "What day is it? What month is it? What year is it? (2003 was my answer) Who's the president?" I had no idea! They put a neck brace on me rolled me onto a backboard of sorts, strapped me in, and then hauled me down the mountain. There was an ambulance waiting. (Not for me, thank goodness) But that didn't stop me from freaking out and trying to get off the back board. They took me into the medics building and tried to check me out. I got asked all of the same questions again. This time, I knew who the President was. They wanted to send me to the hospital, but in my amnesic state, I refused. After a very long ordeal, I was finally released and sent to the lodge with Kevin. We were there for almost 2 hours. And in those 2 hours, we had the same conversations, over and over again. I think he was prompting me for a laugh. (I will admit, it was funny hearing about all of this) By the time we left, everything was getting clearer. And by the time we got home, I was back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't remember anything from the fall, or in the hour proceeding it. But, it does make for a good story. So if and when I do go skiing again, I will be wearing a helmet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-5134205915091205572?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5134205915091205572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5134205915091205572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5134205915091205572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5134205915091205572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/03/562-cindy.html' title='562-Cindy'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-3162227313537370843</id><published>2009-03-14T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T22:34:07.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals can Wait</title><content type='html'>1. Last beverage→ Coffffffeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last phone call→ Yesterday, at work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last text message→ Annie - "He is really awesome. Uh oh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last song you listened to→ Single Ladies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last time you cried→ Pshhhh. Girls don't cry. It's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dated someone twice → Ehhhhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been cheated on? No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it? → Mebe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Lost someone special? → Doesn't everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Been depressed?→ There was a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Been drunk? →What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. YELLOW!&lt;br /&gt;13. Blue&lt;br /&gt;14. Chocolate :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS YEAR HAVE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Made new friends → Of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Fallen out of love → Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughed until you cried → I've cried until I've laughed. Does that count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Met someone who changed you→ Not that I can think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were→ Yes. Some I wasn't even expecting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you→ Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your friend's list→ This year????? Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. How many kids do you want to have → 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you want to change your name→ No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday→ Magic Mountain!!! With crazy van stalker guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What time did you wake up today → 10:00. Trying to avoid going to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night→ Bio? No. Friends - Series Finale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for → Being done with Finals! And having kids. Is that weird that I'm looking forward to that so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Last time you saw your father→ It's been a while. Close to 3 weeks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life → Being a better person. It's something I seem to be struggling with lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What are you listening to right now → The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom → Probably at some point in my life, but not a specific moment that I can recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now? → Marijuana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Whats your real name → Jessica Marie Barcaedfdsfiohsdf....... (Barcellano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Relationship Status → Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Zodiac sign→ Virrrrgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Male or female→ Lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Elementary→ Barcelona Hills Elementary School - Yes. I got made fun of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Middle School → San Marcos Middle School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. High school → Paloma Valley High School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Hair color → Black, slowly fading into brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Long or short → Short actually. I like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Height → 5'5" Even though my license says 5'7"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Do you have a crush on someone? → Blehhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. What do you like about yourself? → I am very schedule oriented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Piercings → Yesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Tattoos → Why YES!!!!! I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Righty or lefty → Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. First surgery → Wisdom teeth. Thank goodness that's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. First piercing → 10 ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. First tattoo→ 3 weeks ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. First best friend → ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. First sport you joined → Track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. First pet → A fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. First vacation → :( I don't vacation. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. First concert → Relient K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. First crush→ Christian Fleck Grades 1-5 Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. First drink- Decline to state&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Eating → Nothing :( Even though I wish I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Drinking → Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. I'm about to → Go eat and then finish studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Listening to → The Fray... still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Waiting for → SPRING BREAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Want kids? - Mhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Want to get married? Mhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Careers in mind? – Math teacher. Or a psychologist I guess. I'm getting the freaking degree!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THEM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Lips or eyes → No comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Hugs or kisses → Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Shorter or taller → Taller please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Older or Younger → Older I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Romantic or spontaneous → Both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Nice stomach or nice arms → Arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Tattoos or piercings→ Meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Sensitive or loud → Middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Hook-up or relationship → Relationship, well.... depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Trouble maker or hesitant→ Neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Kissed a stranger → Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Drank hard liquor straight → what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Lost glasses/contacts → Sunglasses :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Sex on first date → Pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Broken someone's heart → I would hope not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your own heart broken → Definitely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Been arrested? → Close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Turned someone down → Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Cried when someone died→ Mhmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Liked a friend that is a girl? → ????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Yourself → Yes&lt;br /&gt;90. Miracles → YES&lt;br /&gt;91. Love at first sight → Ehhh&lt;br /&gt;92. Heaven → YES&lt;br /&gt;93. Santa Claus → Shhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;94. Kissing on the first date? → Nothing excessive&lt;br /&gt;95. Angels → YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Is there one person you want to be with right now? → Of course&lt;br /&gt;97. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? → No&lt;br /&gt;98. Do you believe its possible to remain faithful forever?→ Yes. Till death do you part&lt;br /&gt;99. What's the one thing you cannot live without?→ Cheese (in case I didn't tell you today)&lt;br /&gt;100. Posting this as 100 Truths? → Maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-3162227313537370843?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/3162227313537370843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=3162227313537370843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3162227313537370843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3162227313537370843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/03/finals-can-wait.html' title='Finals can Wait'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-5594841210831288537</id><published>2009-02-17T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T02:43:30.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best Friends&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SZqERJekheI/AAAAAAAAALk/06SLfnw6D90/s1600-h/l_6e4b1c98d97f4adabd8dcb999d009b96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SZqERJekheI/AAAAAAAAALk/06SLfnw6D90/s320/l_6e4b1c98d97f4adabd8dcb999d009b96.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303696941318964706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Analeigh Sanchez. You're a crazy whore! Thank you for getting ice cream with me. Thank you for helping me experience the world. Thank you for giving me plastic bags. Thank you for being a bad influence. Thank you for being a slut. Thank you for skinny dipping in spas with me. Thank you for taking care of me. Thank you for trying to go to San Fran. Thank you (in advance) for going to San Fran. Thank you for listening to me. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for driving to Irvine. Thank you for smiling. Thank you for staying up until 6 am watching movies. Thank you for taking pictures. Thank you for calling me a homo every time you call me. Thank you for leaving me crazy messages. Thank you for shotgunning. Thank you for piercings. Thank you (in advance) for tattoos. Thank you for the Target parking lot. Thank you for Old Navy. Thank you for Riverside. Thank you for boys. Thank you for texting me randomly. Thank you for being so strong. Thank you for being my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SZqGKGSZzPI/AAAAAAAAALs/LRaFQUfrd-M/s1600-h/l_8ffb3b9c7c656cbc06fa6447f5197877.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SZqGKGSZzPI/AAAAAAAAALs/LRaFQUfrd-M/s320/l_8ffb3b9c7c656cbc06fa6447f5197877.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303699019226795250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kevin Wilkinson. You love video games too much! Thank you for introducing me to Zelda. Thank you for staying until 12. No, 1. Wait, 2. Thank you for telling me like it is. Thank you for eating with me, even though I'm weird. Thank you for driving like a crazy person. Thank you for using SINE. Thank you for wearing that hat. Thank you (in advance) for letting me punch you in that face. Thank you for making videos with me. Thank you for blogging. Thank you for Harry Potter Trivia. Thank you for turning me into the police. Thank you for calling me at 8 am. Thank you for eating Subway. Thank you for hobo dinners. Thank you for Gay Pimp. Thank you for trying to fix our router. Thank you for hotfoot. Thank you for coonties. Thank you for chicken cake. Thank you for Zelda Girl. Thank you for reading the newspaper. Thank you for letting me tell you how much I love cheese. Thank you for Douchey McDouche and Bob Smith. Thank you for 2% milk. Thank you for Resident Evil. Thank you for laughing when I do stupid things. Thank you for aim. Thank you for being my buffer. Thank you for being my safe haven. Thank you for making me laugh. Thank you for loving me deep down in side. Thank you for your passion. Thank you for being my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SZqIlI8N7AI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1Wn_t3rBc8Y/s1600-h/n588720633_1461221_6576.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SZqIlI8N7AI/AAAAAAAAAL0/1Wn_t3rBc8Y/s320/n588720633_1461221_6576.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303701682818771970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laura Wright. Oh dear, you are semi retarded. Thank you for living with me. Thank you for Tuesday nights. Thank you for calling me "Scrotes." Thank you for cooking with me. Thank you for dying my hair. Thank you for staying up late. Thank you for sharing your ice cream. Thank you for eating mine. Thank you for making up songs with me. Thank you for screaming when we watch scary movies. Thank you for trying to play video games. Thank you for getting addicted to tv shows. Thank you for decorating. Thank you for our crooked lamp. Thank you for math homework. Thank you for being an SE major. Thank you for loud push ups. Thank you for being silly with me. Thank you for listening to Taylor Swift. Thank you for making Albertson's runs with me. Thank you for keeping the light on. Thank you for waking up early. Thank you for watching the game show network. Thank you for eating with me, even when you're not hungry. Thank you for having malaria. Thank you for not blowing up Pippin. Thank you for working out with me, sometimes. Thank you for making dinner. Thank you for shedding light on what I'm really eating. Thank you for making me choke on eggs. Thank you (in advance) for breaking dishes over my head. Thank you for crying with me. Thank you for listening to ridiculous songs and dancing like a gangster with me. Thank you for our 6 o clock date. Thank you for being the only other white girl in the dorm. Thank you for still loving me after everything. Thank you for being my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SZqKj85O7LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yUF8q5GzcJM/s1600-h/n528432937_1583170_1064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SZqKj85O7LI/AAAAAAAAAL8/yUF8q5GzcJM/s320/n528432937_1583170_1064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303703861428415666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Adam Palaski. You annoy the crap out of me. Thank you for taking classes with me. Thank you for hibernating my computer. Thank you for making me coffee. Thank you for schooling me at Mario Kart. Thank you for falling asleep during tv shows. Thank you for your crazy planning. Thank you for calling me weird. Thank you for basketball lessons. Thank you for coming over to play Zelda. Thank you for my movie list. Thank you for driving to the beach. Thank you for your random phone calls. Thank you for coming over at 2 in the morning because you're bored. Thank you for watching movies with me. Thank you for getting really good at Brawl. Thank you for kindness. Thank you for helping me with Zelda. Thank you for smelling good. Thank you for playing football with me. Thank you for our spot in the Student Center. Thank you for Physics. Thank you for playing your guitar. Thank you for sending me weird youtube videos. Thank you for going places with me. Thank you for all your funny stories. Thank you for having the same phone. Thank you for our late night IM's. Thank you for "That's what she said." Thank you for baseball words, like ass. Thank you for your laugh. Thank you for being my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SZqCrQksWBI/AAAAAAAAALc/GuSwR-nC29s/s1600-h/IMG_7795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SZqCrQksWBI/AAAAAAAAALc/GuSwR-nC29s/s320/IMG_7795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303695190877034514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asssssshhhhllleeee Roooooood!!! My sanity through high school. Thank you for driving like a crazy lady. Thank you for taking me to Taco Bell and Jack in the Crack at crazy hours. Thank you for playing the flute. Thank you for running track. Thank you for loving TECHNO and dancing with me. Thank you for holding my hand. Thank you for singing screamo. Thank you for sleepovers. Thank you for doing photo shoots. Thank you for driving down to Irvine to play Cranium. Thank you for being a cheater. Thank you for never giving up. Thank you for our 16th birthday party. Thank you for Joan of Arc. Thank you for Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Thank you for hot foreign boys at the club. Thank you for getting pulled over by the cops. Thank you for teaching me how to ride a horse. Thank you for Wednesday night Bible Study and Carl's Junior. Thank you for being there always. Thank you for smiling. Thank you for always being late. Thank you for trying on Prom dresses. Thank you for being my best friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-5594841210831288537?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5594841210831288537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5594841210831288537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5594841210831288537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5594841210831288537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SZqERJekheI/AAAAAAAAALk/06SLfnw6D90/s72-c/l_6e4b1c98d97f4adabd8dcb999d009b96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-192115987449804533</id><published>2009-02-06T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T23:30:07.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Little Late</title><content type='html'>If I wrote a memoir of the last year of my life, this song would play continuously in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You Found Me"&lt;br /&gt;The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found God&lt;br /&gt;On the corner of first and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;Where the west was all but won&lt;br /&gt;All alone, smoking his last cigarette&lt;br /&gt;I said "where you been," he said "ask anything"&lt;br /&gt;Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;When everything was falling apart&lt;br /&gt;All my days were spent by the telephone&lt;br /&gt;It never rang&lt;br /&gt;And all I needed was a call&lt;br /&gt;That never came&lt;br /&gt;To the corner of first and Amistad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you? Where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end everyone ends up alone&lt;br /&gt;Losing her, the only one who's ever known&lt;br /&gt;Who I am, who I'm not, who I want to be&lt;br /&gt;No way to know how long she will be next to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Whyd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you, where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, City breaks&lt;br /&gt;Ive been calling for years and years and years and years&lt;br /&gt;And you never left me no messages&lt;br /&gt;You never send me no letters&lt;br /&gt;You got some kind of nerve, taking all I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Where were you where were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost and insecure&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded, surrounded&lt;br /&gt;Whyd you have to wait?&lt;br /&gt;Where were you, where were you?&lt;br /&gt;Just a little late&lt;br /&gt;You found me, you found me&lt;br /&gt;why'd you have to wait&lt;br /&gt;to find me, to find me&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJyyanGYH_I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VJyyanGYH_I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-192115987449804533?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/192115987449804533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=192115987449804533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/192115987449804533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/192115987449804533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-little-late.html' title='Just a Little Late'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-5529759594460859013</id><published>2009-01-29T09:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:20:30.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Was A Better Artist...</title><content type='html'>Sad story of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've probably heard the story already, but in case you haven't, or in case you just wanted another laugh, I'm going to immortalize it here. (Or for however long I leave this blog up...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First SE 10 discussion of the year. Monday January 12th 2009. 2:00om. DBH 1423 (Which holds approximately 30 people) I was there early enough to actually grab a seat, my first mistake. If I was to make an estimated guess, I would say there were around 40 people in this tiny teeny cramped room. And notice how I seem to be the center, with all of the bystanders facing my direction. Class was just starting, so my backpack's on the desk, unopened, sitting there. Second mistake. The roll sheet is coming around. I sign my name (Woo! Extra Credit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SYHwmXoxUPI/AAAAAAAAALM/2112xg73vzk/s1600-h/EMBARASSING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SYHwmXoxUPI/AAAAAAAAALM/2112xg73vzk/s320/EMBARASSING.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296779178735128818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I lean forward (Third Mistake) to try to hand it to the person in front of me and to my left (Fourth Mistake). Apparently the weight of my backpack, combined with the angle that my desk was tilting, and the recent waxing of the floor (I'm assuming) was too much for my desk. The result was my backpack, with computer in tow, falling off and then my desk following suit and tipping over to a point of no return, taking me partially down with it. Now you would think that this could be construed as an accident and could be quickly recovered from. Wrong. The 3 people directly adjacent to me took it upon themselves to "pick up" my desk, as well as myself (which was currently residing in the fallen desk). After the guy next to me finished laughing, I left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's been 2 1/2 weeks, and my computer is still reminding me everyday about this mishap. It's broken. Every time it restarts, it's a different color. Which some might consider entertaining. I, on the other hand, do not. And last night it continued its decent. It flashes black. BLACK! Do you know what that means?! It's dying. I'm going to have to take it in to get assessed eventually, before it completely craps out on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, less saddening news, I'm going Snowboarding this weekend! Well, at least that's the plan. 8 hour drives! On little to no sleep! The life of a college student.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-5529759594460859013?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5529759594460859013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5529759594460859013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5529759594460859013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5529759594460859013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-wish-i-was-better-artist.html' title='I Wish I Was A Better Artist...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SYHwmXoxUPI/AAAAAAAAALM/2112xg73vzk/s72-c/EMBARASSING.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-9135006119306630738</id><published>2009-01-12T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:38:15.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermassive Black Hole</title><content type='html'>Boy. It's been a while since I've updated anything. So I guess I'll start with the most pressing issue. As of January 3rd, 2009, the Indianapolis Colts are no longer in the running for the Super Bowl. And I absolutely HATE the Chargers. The nerve... And as of yesterday, the New York Giants, my second runner up, had their dreams shot up, and are also out. This saddens me greatly. Who do I root for? Cardinals, Eagles, Ravens, or Steelers? I have to admit, I haven't watched any of their games all season! We'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes started a week ago. And let me tell you, fun stuff. Let's recap and put forth our predictions for the quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio 36 - If I can manage to hold Adam off for the quarter, then I think I will do pretty well in this class. The material is pretty similar to things I learned in Psych, and all of the tests are pulled straight from the lectures! Score. I'll be optimistic and say A.&lt;br /&gt;Physics 7A - Well, anything is better than an F -. Physics is just physics. There's no way one can describe it in words. I could write an equation stating how much I hate it, but that seems a little extreme. If I keeps doing well on the homework , which I intend to, and pass the quizzes, I predict that a B will come forth from this class.&lt;br /&gt;Math 131B - White math professor. It's a beautiful thing. I can understand! This class is just a continuation from last quarter, so I'm pretty confident that I'll do well. If I stay on top of the work...I hear the tests are closed book! Haha, what a concept. I guess I got too comfortable last quarter. A.&lt;br /&gt;SE 10 - Who says 3 hour classes aren't fun?! I do. Especially this one. Not enjoyable. We spent an hour talking about the library last class. Don't worry. I most definitely tuned out most of it. Hopefully I'll be able to stay awake long enough to get an A. Research... blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Super fun, yeah? I started that kickboxing class. I'll have to show you my sweet moves sometime. You would be jealous. It's pretty intense though. We'll see how I feel after tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called me last night. My great grandpa, who's 90 years old, mind you, is on his last few days. I guess it was kind of a shock because I haven't really heard anything about him, so I assumed no news was good news. I was wrong. But he's comfortable and at home with the people he loves. I'm not overly emotional about the situation, because I was never attached. I've met him a total of 2 times that I can remember. He was a nice old man. And, in case you were wondering, yes, he does talk. He's not one of those old people that you just sit and look at. But I feel more bad for my grandpa and my mom. That's his father, and her grandpa. They know him. They're attached. There's most likely going to be a funeral to go to this week. I've only been to one other, and that was for Nahum's dad. And the whole service was in Spanish. Not too much understanding going on there. But this means that all of those long lost aunts and uncles and cousins will be visiting. It's a little sad that death brings people that you haven't seen in a decade together. I guess it's just one of those things that you don't question and just let be. I won't ask you to pray that my grandpa get's better, because I truly believe it's his time. I would ask, if you're thinking about it, that you throw a prayer out for the comfort of everyone that he's leaving behind. They're going to need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I think everything's almost perfect in my life, the rug get's pulled out from under me again. If I didn't tell you already, my parents moved back in together a few weeks before Christmas. It was great having my family reunited again. It's been a long time since I've seen everyone so happy. And Christmas morning was amazing. My dad made an AMAZING breakfast! Present time was just as good. (Not so much for the presents, but just being together, as a family) I was under the naive impression that we had turned to a new chapter in our lives. But low and behold, 2 days after Christmas, 2 DAYS!!!! I wake up to find my dad's stuff piled in the living room. Odd. But of course, I'm not thinking the worst in my head. But then I talk to my mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I guess we should talk about the elephant in the room." Really Mom?! Elephant? "You're Dad moved out this morning." Great. Just great. Because I was so ready for that one to happen. I told people. I even waited to make sure it was for real this time! I told people that we were all fixed. I told them that we weren't broken anymore. I guess I was wrong. And then I left. I came back to Irvine and I haven't been back since. I guess I'm running away. But after this year, I am just so done with it all. So I'm sorry if I gave anyone false hope that my life was back to normal. And, if you're thinking about it, pray that God gives me compassion for my parents and their situation.  Because right now, I feel nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-9135006119306630738?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/9135006119306630738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=9135006119306630738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/9135006119306630738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/9135006119306630738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2009/01/boy.html' title='Supermassive Black Hole'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6483277354168071379</id><published>2008-12-30T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:46:57.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Hard Can You Throw?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SVrORzkOETI/AAAAAAAAALA/bY05XhV2Orc/s1600-h/mosaic8967549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SVrORzkOETI/AAAAAAAAALA/bY05XhV2Orc/s320/mosaic8967549.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285763917967921458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/rosie_hardy/2956444907/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6483277354168071379?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6483277354168071379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6483277354168071379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6483277354168071379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6483277354168071379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-hard-can-you-throw.html' title='How Hard Can You Throw?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SVrORzkOETI/AAAAAAAAALA/bY05XhV2Orc/s72-c/mosaic8967549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-5635428006930886227</id><published>2008-12-26T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T12:10:25.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindness?!</title><content type='html'>Merry Merry Belated Christmas!! I hope everyone had a great time with their families and safe trips if you were traveling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot done today! Shopping, reading, eating, AND I finished the first season of 24. I guess that means I should blog about it, to let everyone know what I thought (which is probably exactly what you all thought when you watched it). So Spoilers! Don't read the rest of this blog if you intend on watching 24 at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;START&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I went into this show expecting, excitement, violence, torture, guns, amazingness. And that's exactly what was delivered. I could comment on every episode, telling you what went through my mind, but I'll spare you the boring details and skip right to the last 3 episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;1) Victor Drazen was alive! That actually still confuses me. Something about using a dummy? But then the US caught him and has been holding him? But he's somehow been in contact with his family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;2) Nina was the dirty agent! I 100% did NOT see that coming; not even a little bit. Mason, maybe, Tony, possibility. Nina?! Well, after discovering that, I won't make the same mistake again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;3) Palmer's wife = SUPERGAY! Every episode, I wanted to smack her. Her stupidity rivaled Kim's, and may, at some point, have even taken the lead. All she ever said was "I did it for the campaign; for us!" Man I was sick of that excuse. More power to Palmer for "never wanting to see her again." I don't know how that will play out in  future seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;4) Teri was shot and is dead/dying!? I couldn't believe it. And I don't know what to make of it. And she's pregnant, so what does that mean for the baby if she makes it?  Way to end the season guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;5) Jack Bauer. Wow. Just, wow. He managed to take out 7 guys single-handedly! And made it out! Not to mention the dozen others he killed. (I didn't keep track, but it was a lot) He cut a guys thumb off! He saved Palmer, TWICE. He escaped the police several times, even taking hostages in the process. It gives new light to the phrase "Breaking the law when necessary." I'll have to rethink my position on that. No wonder he turned in all those other agents! You can't trust anyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll start the next season tonight, and hopefully get through it a lot faster than the first. I'm reading through Harry Potter though, so my time might be split half and half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have known that organizing your iTunes would be such a pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ZhMfzc9RbU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6ZhMfzc9RbU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-5635428006930886227?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5635428006930886227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5635428006930886227' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5635428006930886227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5635428006930886227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/12/kindness.html' title='Kindness?!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-8758985929186940175</id><published>2008-12-18T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:23:13.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Opened My Window and a Breeze Rolls in"</title><content type='html'>My name is Jessica, and I have a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching the other day. It's pretty good so far. It will be interesting to see how the story plays out. Episode 6 is playing as I'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever a break comes, we all know that I make a list of things I need to get done/want to get done. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SUq9WIBVpsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PghXv4UWo2g/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SUq9WIBVpsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PghXv4UWo2g/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281241700853196482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINTER BREAK TO DO:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twilight Saga&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter Series                            &lt;br /&gt;Circle Trilogy&lt;br /&gt;Lover of My Soul                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TV/Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;br /&gt;Movie list&lt;br /&gt;Bond movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Computer&lt;/span&gt;                                         &lt;br /&gt;Organize iTunes&lt;br /&gt;Half Life 1&lt;br /&gt;Half Life 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review Physics&lt;br /&gt;School supplies/books&lt;br /&gt;Parking permit&lt;br /&gt;Sell Psych book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groceries/restock&lt;br /&gt;Christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;Regular shopping&lt;br /&gt;Downloading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention the post it notes of Week 16 and Week 17 and overall stats of the leading teams in the AFC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SUq9jrzv3aI/AAAAAAAAAK4/txdC5zvg-XQ/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SUq9jrzv3aI/AAAAAAAAAK4/txdC5zvg-XQ/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281241933798170018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the second to last Colts game. If they win this, they're guaranteed a spot in the playoffs. If they lose, they'll need to beat Tennessee next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I didn't have to go into work today. Best day EVER!&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a Twilight post, so keep your eyes out for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-8758985929186940175?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/8758985929186940175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=8758985929186940175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8758985929186940175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8758985929186940175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-ask-each-other-ramdom-questions.html' title='&quot;Opened My Window and a Breeze Rolls in&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SUq9WIBVpsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PghXv4UWo2g/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-1479941238095842730</id><published>2008-12-08T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:17:51.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Screen of Death</title><content type='html'>Staying up late with friends, always fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying up late with friends when you have finals the next week, deciding to make breakfast at 3 am, choking on eggs because you were laughing so hard, playing hours of scrabble and almost winning, IMing across the room and randomly laughing out loud, making delicious seafood and stuffing you face, now that, is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an eventful last few weeks, ultimately ending in Winter Break. Unlike everyone else, I will be staying in CV, in my apartment, all by myself, alone, in Irvine, not with my family, in solitude, at UCI, because I, my friends, have entered the workforce yet again. It only took 3 weeks before I spilled the beans to Kevin and Adam and as expected, they made plenty of fun of me. But it's ok, because I am making a whopping 8 dollars an hour, which is an 800 percent increase from my no dollars an hour. But, unfortunately, it means I will be staying in Irvine for most of the break to work. I'm a little sad at the idea of this, but there are several good things that will come of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will have ample opportunity to catch up on all of my reading, tv shows, movies, and video games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll get to visit my grandparents, aunt and uncle, and cousins, all with the prospect of free food attached!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I will have access to the gym, and no school, which means, hopefully, I'll use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ITUNES sorting will get done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The apartment will be spotless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I won't get bored at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's basically all I can think of. And while all of those are great, I'm still bummed about not being home. My dad moved back in! Which means the dogs are there too :) So the next time I do go home, which will be this weekend, we will be a big happy family again. I'm pretty sure that's the best Christmas present I could have ever hoped for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals Finals Finals. &lt;br /&gt;2 down, 2 to go. ICS was pretty okay today. I wouldn't use "spank" to describe what occurred in that room, but I definitely did better than I thought I would. I won't bore you with the details of it. Just know that I have a very very very good shot at getting an A in that class. Now, Coffee, on the other hand, TOTAL DOMINATION! I'm not sure which I enjoyed more, though: writing 12 pages on the history of coffee or the fire alarm that decided to go off 15 minutes into the exam. It's a tough call. But after that, I came back and owned it in the face. It was a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;And now I have psych. I'll be reading for the next 6 hours, with a stop for the dinner that Adam will be making for me. It's been a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to everyone else, good luck on your finals! And have a super awesome break. If you're ever down near Irvine, come visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-1479941238095842730?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/1479941238095842730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=1479941238095842730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1479941238095842730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1479941238095842730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/12/staying-up-late-with-friends-always-fun.html' title='Blue Screen of Death'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-2275655349385166118</id><published>2008-11-25T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T02:14:06.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>"Wanna hookup"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"w/e"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Colts won last night. It was an epic battle against San Diego, but in the last 2 seconds, the score was sealed 23-20 by a field goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Week 9 commences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-2275655349385166118?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/2275655349385166118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=2275655349385166118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2275655349385166118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2275655349385166118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/11/really.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6053168556056047635</id><published>2008-11-17T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T10:36:31.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announce Your Presence Please</title><content type='html'>Story time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wake up this morning at 8:45 to the lovely lovely sound of balconies being fixed. Trust me, I'm annoyed. I drag myself out of bed, go into the kitchen and start my morning coffee. Back in the room, Laura's tossing and turning because, unlike myself, she doesn't have class until 11. I open up my computer, do the morning routine, check emails, facebook, you know, the norm. After realizing that my coffee is done, I go back out to the kitchen, mind you, I'm wearing pajamas and my hair looks like a cat slept in it! I notice that there's bright yellow caution tape running across our balcony door. Great. We're in quarantine. After making my coffee, I walk back out to head into my room and just as I turn the corner, a man jumps over our balcony! Let me tell you, I just about peed my pants. I ran into the room, shut the door, and told Laura what had just happened. Let's just say, I'm glad I won't be in the apartment for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been working on my schedule for the past week. It's not looking too hot. Here's what I'm looking at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SSG4MPkgJcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NXNsUYqq7wI/s1600-h/schedule.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SSG4MPkgJcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NXNsUYqq7wI/s320/schedule.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269695559477765570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special huh? It's not final yet. I'm still debating physics (because we all know how well I did in it the first time...) So with that schedule, and then work on top of that, providing that I do get a job, it's going to be a hectic quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to be thinking about that today. Today I'm heading over to my aunt's for lunch, possibly dinner, definite shopping, maybe even hitting up a computer store! and some serious gaming. It's going to be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK &amp; HEROES tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6053168556056047635?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6053168556056047635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6053168556056047635' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6053168556056047635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6053168556056047635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/11/announce-your-presence-please.html' title='Announce Your Presence Please'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SSG4MPkgJcI/AAAAAAAAAKo/NXNsUYqq7wI/s72-c/schedule.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-1645329513251993740</id><published>2008-11-04T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T10:29:16.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found Some Words</title><content type='html'>So I've been doing a lot of thinking the past few weeks. And not your normal, let the thoughts run through my mind while I'm eating dinner and then call it a day. I'm talking about sitting down stopping everything that's around me, focusing on myself and my life, and just thinking. And if you know me at all, you know that I love to plan/schedule things. So that's what I've been doing. I've been planning my next course of action. I've been trying to decide how I'm going to handle certain things. I'm busy trying to figure everything out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I've come to this conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone is imperfect. The way that you chose to handle those mistakes is what makes you strong (or weak)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is full of surprises."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's never too late. If it's meant to be, it will happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, there's really nothing you can do but let go and let God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying those things and actually believing them, two completely different stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Edit (11/5): Today is going to be a good day. Steak dinner tonight :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-1645329513251993740?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/1645329513251993740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=1645329513251993740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1645329513251993740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1645329513251993740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-found-some-words.html' title='I Found Some Words'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-4110020006408465862</id><published>2008-11-02T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:53:48.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid is as Stupid does.</title><content type='html'>Words cannot even explain it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-4110020006408465862?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/4110020006408465862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=4110020006408465862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4110020006408465862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4110020006408465862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/11/stupid-is-as-stupid-does.html' title='Stupid is as Stupid does.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-3969626396560976524</id><published>2008-10-28T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T01:13:46.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musically inclined?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Step 1: Music player on shuffle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Step 2: First 1 or 2 lines from the first 25 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Step 3: Strike through the songs when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Step 4: Looking them up on Google or any other search engine is CHEATING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Step 5: If you like the game, post your own!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;1. "We made plans to be unbreakable, love was all we knew"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;2. "Look at them them running off of the sidewalk, look at us falling off of a building"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;3. "In the day, in the night, say it right, say it all. You either got it or you don't. You either stand or you fall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;s&gt;4. "Light of the world you stepped down into darkness, opened my eyes and let me see"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;5. "Me and all my friends, we're all misunderstood. They say we stand for nothing and there's no way we ever could"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;6. "It's feather light and floating in the wind. It seems there's no direction, gentle push from gentle hands"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;7. "Let me tell you the story about the call that changed my destiny"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;8. "You almost always pick the best time to drop the worst line. You almost made me cry again this time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;9. "I've been here before, now here I am again standing at the door praying you'll let me back in"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;10. "I heard you're doing ok but I want you to know, I'm adic, addicted to you"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;11. "They made a statue of us. And they put it on a mountain top. Now tourists come and star at us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;12. "I know she said it's alright, you can make it up next time. Well I know she knows it's not right. There ain't no use in lying"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;13. "Yesterday is not quite what it could have been, as were most of all the days before. But I swear today, with every breath I'm breathing in"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;14. "Set me off like dynamite strapped tight around my waist. We are the ones in competition but claim this ain't no race"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;15. "Hope it snows this week, a snowflake on your cheek would make this Christmas so beautiful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;16. "God I'm in this place again. I'm trying so hard not to fall, but everything keeps coming down with the rain"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;17. "So this is how it goes. Well I would have never known. And if it ends today, then I'll still say that you shine brighter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;18. "I let my guard down. How could I have been so dumb? Her eyes were open. I know I am not the one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;19. "Isn't it rich, aren't we a pair? Me here at last on the ground, you in mid-air"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;20. "I don't want to say I'm right. I just want you to know. To know that there was a man who lived one day with holes in his hand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;21. "This is the story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the whole world and though she looks so sad in photographs, I absolutely love it when she smiles"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;22. "It's the beauty of simplicity that brings me down to my knees. Lord I love you, because you first loved me"&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;23. "I can't believe what is in front of me, the water's rising up to my knees and I can't figure out how the hell I wound up here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;24. "A thousand times I've failed still your mercy remains should I stumble again still I'm caught in your grace"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;25. "Well lately I've been thinking about some good home cooking just like I haven't eaten in the longest time. Now I like potato chips, now please don't get me wrong"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;br /&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/6496684705460849568-3969626396560976524?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/3969626396560976524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=3969626396560976524' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3969626396560976524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3969626396560976524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/10/musically-inclined.html' title='Musically inclined?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-2667215774084647811</id><published>2008-10-24T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T08:56:02.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abraham Lincoln and an AK-47</title><content type='html'>Fall Out today = Awesomely excited Jessica&lt;div&gt;Super Easy Math Midterm = extatic Jessica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Altitude Sickness = You don't even want to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be a really awesome weekend. A much better bost is soon to follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9HqOcsoUA2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9HqOcsoUA2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&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/6496684705460849568-2667215774084647811?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/2667215774084647811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=2667215774084647811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2667215774084647811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2667215774084647811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/10/abraham-lincoln-and-ak-47.html' title='Abraham Lincoln and an AK-47'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6853981965225114580</id><published>2008-10-17T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:10:22.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-_-</title><content type='html'>I am a freaking good driver!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6853981965225114580?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6853981965225114580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6853981965225114580' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6853981965225114580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6853981965225114580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title='-_-'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-446140838228318232</id><published>2008-10-13T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:20:45.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Dodger Game!!</title><content type='html'>It's fall!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's been fall for a few weeks now, but today was the first day it hasn't been ridiculously hot by 10 am. So fall starts today. And since Fall started today, it is time for a change. What? you might ask. So many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the first thing I want to change is my approach at school and schoolwork. I missed my first class this quarter. Big whoop, I know. But I think after staying up until 6 am to write an essay, I'm allowed a little slack time. But because of my lack of prioritizing, I didn't attend class Friday, which means I didn't pick up my quiz, which means I forgot to print it out this weekend, which means I did not complete it, which means I am sitting in class with no quiz to hand in. But what's 25 points out of 1000? 2.5% I think I can manage. I have a midterm tomorrow, for which I am not even in the least bit prepared for. So that is what my day will be filled with. I might even have to miss Chuck and Heroes. Maybe.... Baby steps, right? Today looks something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-1 Class&lt;br /&gt;1-3 Studying psych with Hallie&lt;br /&gt;3-5 Some form of homework&lt;br /&gt;5-7 Discipleship with Cherri&lt;br /&gt;8-10 Chuck?????Heroes????Who knows????&lt;br /&gt;10-The wee hours of the morning So much homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. Don't even get me started on the coffee readings I am lacking in right now. I am definitely regretting taking 18 units this quarter. There may be a possible drop in my future. We shall see. It's easy to say, "Jessica, you just need to be more disciplined. Maybe instead of hanging out with your friends, do some reading." Haha. I just can't seem to do that. So this fall, I am changing that. I will be more disciplined. I will plan better. I will never ever ever forget to do a quiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always prided myself on the ability I have to stand up for myself and for others. It took 18 years of life for me to come to that point, but I did it. And now, I have lost my backbone. And I can't seem to find it. When it comes to my family, I can't seem to say no. Which, to you, might not sound like a bad thing, but it is slowly suffocating me. I know that this is a public blog, and that some things should remain personal, so I'll be discrete. I ended my summer with a bang. In the heat of the moment, I told my mom that this was the worst summer of my life and that I couldn't wait to be back at school. And as soon as it left my mouth, I wanted to take it back. But that's the tricky thing about audibly saying things. Once it's out there, it is out there. And even though she's old, I doubt she'll forget what I said. It was a conversation that we needed to have, but I definitely went about it in the wrong way. I let so many things build up and didn't deal with it, and ended up saying things that I didn't mean. And now, I can see that pattern starting all over again. This time, not with my family. Friendship is a very peculiar thing. Your best friend should be someone that you can tell anything to, even if it's something that they don't want to hear. You should practice building each other up, letting them know that you care and are only looking out for their best interests. Sometimes you joke around, all in good fun though. And trust me, I can take a lot; 3 brothers and 6 male cousins, I got this. Everyone has their breaking point. I can see mine coming up fast. It's going to be a very grim day if and when it finally comes. So this fall, I want to find my backbone. I want to change the way I deal with my family and friends. I want to communicate my feelings. I don't want to "explode."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've gotten some interesting advice on this subject, some better than others, some funnier than others, some that I would never in a million years do, ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I want to change most this Fall, and what will definitely keep me on the right track with my other changes is my relationship with God. I don't know why, but I had a very difficult summer, and a rocky first few weeks of school. You would think that I would cling to God more during this time. But I've actually been doing the opposite. I've been pushing him away. I've been trying to deal with all of my problems by myself. And, surprise! It's not working. I'm trying to remember back to the good old days of high school. I was so on fire! And now I feel so complacent. I feel like I'm just going through a routine every week. So this Fall, I want to change that. I want to be captivated. I want to love. I want to be loved. I want to have a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demanding. I know. I wrote it. Well, now that I've thoroughly depressed you, how about a pick me up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jesssikkkka (8:29:40 PM):&lt;/span&gt; hey, can you think of any sad sad sad movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;padfoot240 (8:29:52 PM):&lt;/span&gt; the one I always cry in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;padfoot240 (8:29:54 PM):&lt;/span&gt; castaway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jesssikkkka (8:30:12 PM):&lt;/span&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jesssikkkka (8:30:13 PM):&lt;/span&gt; another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;padfoot240 (8:30:33 PM):&lt;/span&gt; old yeller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;padfoot240 (8:30:40 PM):&lt;/span&gt; my neighbor totoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jesssikkkka (8:31:05 PM):&lt;/span&gt; ok....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jesssikkkka (8:31:21 PM):&lt;/span&gt; how about a sad movie that you probably wouldn't cry in, but someone like myself might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;padfoot240 (8:31:47 PM):&lt;/span&gt; spice world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;jesssikkkka (8:32:21 PM):&lt;/span&gt; you're gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;padfoot240 (8:32:24 PM):&lt;/span&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;padfoot240 (8:32:27 PM):&lt;/span&gt; that was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;padfoot240 (8:32:30 PM):&lt;/span&gt; you know it was funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record. I've never seen Spice World, nor do I intend to, and even if I hypothetically did watch it, I would not cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Edit: I went to my first Dodger game tonight! Which means I did not do homework, study with Hallie, or meet with Cherri. Hopefully I don't fail tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-446140838228318232?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/446140838228318232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=446140838228318232' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/446140838228318232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/446140838228318232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-fall-well-its-been-fall-for-few.html' title='First Dodger Game!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-5147169390238702731</id><published>2008-10-04T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:53:09.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet With Me</title><content type='html'>Just when I think I've given up, God opens my eyes and pulls me closer to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FMb3xBsGiZU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FMb3xBsGiZU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to meet with you&lt;br /&gt;come and meet with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to find you&lt;br /&gt;reveal yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wait, you make me strong&lt;br /&gt;As I long, draw me to your arms&lt;br /&gt;As I stand and sing your praise&lt;br /&gt;You come, you come and you fill this place&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come, Won't you come and fill this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to meet with you&lt;br /&gt;Come and meet with me&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to find you,&lt;br /&gt;reveal yourself to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wait, you make me strong&lt;br /&gt;As I long, draw me to your arms&lt;br /&gt;As I stand and sing your praise&lt;br /&gt;You come, you come and you fill this place&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come, Won't you come and fill this place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to meet with you&lt;br /&gt;Come and meet with me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-5147169390238702731?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5147169390238702731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5147169390238702731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5147169390238702731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5147169390238702731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/10/meet-with-me.html' title='Meet With Me'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-7753855076246800915</id><published>2008-09-27T13:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T15:02:21.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 0</title><content type='html'>Summer is officially over. School has started. Life is good. Life is busy. I know you're all wondering, what is Jessica's schedule looking like this quarter. Well, I'm hear to answer that for you. Let it begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-10:50 ICS 21 Lecture&lt;br /&gt;11-11:50 Math 131A Lecture&lt;br /&gt;12-12:50 World of Coffee Lecture (With Adam. Kill me now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-11:50 Math 131A Discussion&lt;br /&gt;12-1:50 ICS 21 Lab&lt;br /&gt;3:30-5 Psych 11A Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-10:50 ICS 21 Lecture&lt;br /&gt;11-11:50 Math 131A Lecture&lt;br /&gt;12-12:50 World of Coffee Lecture&lt;br /&gt;1-1:50 World of Coffee Discussion&lt;br /&gt;4-4:50 Psych 11A Discussion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-11:50 Math 131A Discussion&lt;br /&gt;12-1:50 ICS 21 Lab&lt;br /&gt;3:30-5 Psych 11A Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-10:50 ICS 21 Lecture&lt;br /&gt;11-11:50 Math 131A Lecture&lt;br /&gt;12-12:50 World of Coffee Lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on the search for a job. So if anyone can direct me to something not food service related, that would be great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's that special time of the year where I make my predictions for the next quarter. ICS is going to be difficult. I've only been to one lecture, but I know. Thank goodness for friends. I have my first programming assignment due Wednesday. Pray for me. Hopefully, if I study enough and really put a lot of effort into the class, I can pull out an A. But to be more realistic, I'm going to predict a B+. Math doesn't seem too bad. It's my first statistics/probability class. And my first upper division class. Hopefully an A will come from this course. Psych is going to be relatively easy. Not only have I already taken the class, but I've immensely improved my study skills. This class is going to be an A no problem. Last but not least, World of Coffee. The only way I wouldn't get an A in this class is if Adam deleted all my notes, which is actually a strong possibility. It is definitely a cake walk class. We'll see how this quarter progresses academically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non academically, it's already proving to be difficult. Thing with the family are tight. And not the "wow, that's totally tight!" kind of tight. More along the lines of "I really don't want to talk to you" tight. And then there are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; things that are proving to be difficult right now. So pray for those relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. BRAWL night. I'm getting good. Let me tell you. Then it's computer programming homework. Then, who knows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. I almost forgot. This need to be archived. I am very familiar with Huntington Beach now. Why? Because that's where I ended up on my way to Corona del Mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SN6tM380HqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8HX88zoD4yw/s1600-h/01010101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SN6tM380HqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8HX88zoD4yw/s320/01010101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250824652249636514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my little detour. I'm sure the 4 brand new freshmen that were in my car enjoyed the hour long bonding experience we shared :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-7753855076246800915?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/7753855076246800915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=7753855076246800915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7753855076246800915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7753855076246800915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/09/week-0.html' title='Week 0'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SN6tM380HqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8HX88zoD4yw/s72-c/01010101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6023921611261974293</id><published>2008-09-14T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:50:14.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This looks like a job for Speed Walker!</title><content type='html'>Magic Mountain = Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been an entire year since I'd been, so I figured, I NEED TO GO. I won't go into detail about everything, just the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X2. After 3 hours and 15 minutes of waiting, we rode it. And it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souvenir cup. The second longest line in the park was to get our drink refilled. 1 hour for Cherry Coke. Totally not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creepy Dread Guy. No words can describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing friends. I think that's pretty self explanatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I moved into my apartment last Friday, and I finished unpacking just a little bit ago. This is going to be a great year. I'm heading off to SLO in a few days to visit Ash. Try not to miss me too much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colts won today, in case you missed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6023921611261974293?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6023921611261974293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6023921611261974293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6023921611261974293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6023921611261974293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-looks-like-job-for-speed-walker.html' title='This looks like a job for Speed Walker!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-5737106355472938895</id><published>2008-09-06T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:58:03.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Age Again?</title><content type='html'>I'm in a chatty mood right now and I thought, what better way to relieve this feeling with a long overdue blog :) I guess the best thing to do would be to recap this past with PICTURES (and words) Shall we begin this journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday August 29th&lt;br /&gt;I managed to drag myself out of bed at the ungodly hour of 6 am, a feat of which I am still amazed. After showering, packing, and chatting with the parents, I was on my way to Irvine. I dropped off the sickest sandwich ever created, picked up my two passengers, and commenced the 7 hour drive. It was long. Very, very long, and uneventful for the most part. We stopped in Gorman (5 points if you know where that is) for lunch. Ask David about the bathroom! Driving Driving Driving Driving San Lorenzo! Only after my navigator fell asleep and got us lost. All was good though. I tried duck that night. Interesting. Tasty? Messy! And I met....errr....got to know the coolest person ever! This guy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMOEaDIwh6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/GgQyT2UcGJo/s1600-h/San+Francisco+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMOEaDIwh6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/GgQyT2UcGJo/s320/San+Francisco+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243179974242895778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His name is Mike. He is my cousin. He is freaking awesome. He is the shiz, if I may. He is my twin, sort of kind of. I've never been able to connect with someone so fast and just be completely open and myself around them. If I could, I would move up to San Francisco right now, just to be around him. But alas, I can't. And I will have to settle with a few visits a year, if that! I'm going up again in October, for anyone who would like to visit with me :) After staying up til 2 am, we called it quits and headed for bed, only to awake....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday August 30th&lt;br /&gt;....at 7 am the next morning! It will be your job to tally how many cups of coffee/tea/caffeinated drinks I had in this time span. Mike got me coffee bright and early. Breakfast was delicious. Biscuits and gravy, always a winner in my book. Then San Francisco! I mistook the Bay Bridge for the Golden Gate, which was slightly embarrassing, but it was still awesome! Our first stop was Coit Tower. Many steps. Steep sidewalks. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMOJwSlCXpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gVaxyqOJa0Q/s1600-h/San+Francisco+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMOJwSlCXpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/gVaxyqOJa0Q/s320/San+Francisco+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243185853903298194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;High altitude. It was pretty cool. We couldn't see the Golden Gate because of all the fog or smog or whatever it was. But there was a nice view of Alcatraz. (Not as good as from the Golden Gate) But still awesome. Going back down the steps was a lot easier. As soon as we hit the streets again we were bombarded with smells, people, visuals, but mostly people. San Fran is crowded to the max! China town was the next stop. Cherri insisted that we try boba. Needless to say, I am not a fan of whatever those little ball things are. If you ever go up to China Town, you might find the remnants of them strewn about. The tea was good though! We went into a lot of shops. I was a little, a LOT overwhelmed by it all. I tried wasabi peas. Disgusting. Shrimp garlic fries. Not that great either. Then we hit Barney's. Oh the manaquins. Starbucks was our next stop. Mas cafe! Then if memory serves me, Golden Gate Bridge!!!!!! When I told my mom about this, the almost had a panic attack. (She hates bridges, cliffs, overpasses, and anything of that nature) The drive across the bridge was nothing too spectacular, slightly better than the Bay Bridge drive. We found a sweet parking spot and discovered that the other car &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMR2Q-XwrZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CGtsnjWi-E8/s1600-h/San+Francisco+037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMR2Q-XwrZI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CGtsnjWi-E8/s320/San+Francisco+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243445900158741906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had gotten lost. BUT. I came to San Fran to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge, and walk across the bridge, I did. And let me tell you, besides the people that I was able to hang out with, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; was the highlight of my trip. I stood on this piece of history; something that is a global icon for San Francisco; something powerful enough to withstand thousands of cars drive across it everyday. It was breathtaking, if I may. The view to Alcatrez was really good too. About as close as you can get without actaully going out to the island. And after careful observations, I realized that I could not swim from the island to the mainland, contrary to my previous beliefs.  We reconnected with our group after that up in Headlands?? Hawk Hill?? An area near the bridge. Joey and David, cutest couple ;) I tried a pork &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMR_SsWfQkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FCSQt1v0xvE/s1600-h/San+Francisco+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMR_SsWfQkI/AAAAAAAAAHE/FCSQt1v0xvE/s320/San+Francisco+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243455825285956162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;donut, Dim Sum as Cherri referred to it. Not the best part of the cuisine, but I ate it! After our pit stop on top of the hill, Mike and David displayed their manliness to us all by taking apart Cherri's car door! She was very concerned. But, they were able to fix it. And I learned how to disassemble a car door. We began the trek to Peir 39 after that. Driving in San Fran is CRAZY! There are so many pedestrians, more than I've ever seen. Everyone is trying to get everywhere all at the same time. The streets are narrow, the cars are huge. The lights are confusing. I can't parallel park, though I attempted. After almost killing my cousin, we decided that it would be best if he drove. I don't think I've ever had to go to the bathroom quite so bad, but we made it just in time. (Thank goodness. That might have been awkward)We walked the pier a little, saw a sweet pianists, went in to a few stores, nothing worth mentioning. After our other half arrived, we walked some more, and stopped at another starbucks. After a while, everything just seems to run together. Dinner was definitely worth mentining! Crab, in large quantities. We played a crazy game of tic-tac-toe. I lost, sadly. But I challenge anyone who is daring enough. Cherri ordered her first alcoholic drink on this occasion; a mimosa. (She wasn't a fan) She was a fan, however, of Mike's &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMS2vFF5pRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ssAOYJ-hOUI/s1600-h/San+Francisco+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMS2vFF5pRI/AAAAAAAAAHM/ssAOYJ-hOUI/s320/San+Francisco+056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243516786103133458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;vodka and redbull :) Can't say that I didn't enjoy it either. Then came the sad drive home, err, to Cherri's. I had to say good bye to my cousin, someone that I hadn't seen in almost 10 years. We'd only spent one day together, and it didn't feel like nearly enough time. There was never a dull moment. I'm going to miss him. Ok. Now that I'm done being a baby.... Cherri, David, and Joey finally made it back to the house. We chatted it up, went our separate ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday August 31st&lt;br /&gt;...only to wake up bright and early for church! And breakfast. 3 cheese omelet. Need I say more. I thought so. Church was interesting. I may have fallen asleep, but I was really tired, so I think it's acceptable...ish. We went back to the house to set up for the frigging awesome barbecue! Food, good. Friends, awesome. The nap I took right smack in the middle of it, AMAZING! After deciding to go to trampoline dodge ball, yes, dodge ball on trampolines, I got in contact with my other cousin. A two-fer! Trampolines are intense. Holy cow. After 7 jumps, approximately, I was &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMTM0W68W2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/nkJpKvzAKx8/s1600-h/Joe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMTM0W68W2I/AAAAAAAAAHU/nkJpKvzAKx8/s320/Joe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243541066044169058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tired out. We made our way to some crazy Chinese restaurant, where I was able to meet up with cousin number 2, Joe. He drove all the way from...where ever he lives, just to see me! And although our hangout was short lived, that's not where this story ends. We drove home and stayed up till all hours of the night talking, laughing, hanging out, watching movies, and other crazy cool things. After finally making my way to bed at 3 am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday September 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I woke up to my alarm at 7!!!! So I could drive to Martinez to have IHOP deliciousness with Joe. After 3 cups of coffee, some intensely sugar-fied pancakes, we drove to a park and just talked. We caught up, laughed, reminisced and just straight up chilled. He's pretty awesome. And no, I never hated him. I actually always wanted to be cool enough for him. Haha. Funny. We made plans for next time. We talked about pranking my grandma. (And later decided that it probably wasn't the best idea in the world) It was just so nice to relax and figure out where our lives had taken us. Very different paths, might I add. After a sad good bye, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMU8DT-NcyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Jz5be6fnF8A/s1600-h/San+Francisco+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMU8DT-NcyI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Jz5be6fnF8A/s320/San+Francisco+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243663368741286690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made my way back to San Lorenzo and got ready to leave. Talking and other things of the nature delayed our departure until 1 pm. It was great though. I knew I was in no state to drive, so reluctantly, I gave David my keys. It was a very scary experience, giving the keys, not the whole driving part. And after 7 hours of our 8 hour drive, I was finally able to sleep. It probably didn't help much, but what can I say! I enjoyed the company more than I would have enjoyed crashing for 5 hours. I made it back to Irvine safe and sound, headed over to my apartment, ready to sleep for many mane hours. I was not able to do so. I had to catch up with Laura, which was an experience, like always, and then we were visited by Kevin and Richie, an equally interesting experience. Then sleep, something I had missed dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday September 2nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can' say that there was anything too terribly exciting during the day. I pretty much did what I've done all summer. I sat on my bed, on my computer, watched tv, talked online, and frequented facebook a lot. Things started to pick up later in the day. Movie/chill out with some friends. And then In n Out :) Funny story, if you were wondering. So I go to pay for my meal, $5.31. I give the guy $6.00, expecting a handful of change. I get back $4.61. Does that even make sense?! So I'm laughing on the inside and go tell Kevin and Laura. About 45 seconds later, Richie comes up to me, hands me a dollar and says, "He (the guy at the register) says he owes you a dollar." Bahaha. I couldn't control myself. I had to leave. So for my $5.31 meal, I was payed 30 cents. He must have known it was almost my birthday :) We went back to the apartment, where I received my riduculously awesome/amazing present. Cheese and video games! There's nothing better. Well, maybe one thing better....(Laura - hahaha) Then there was darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday September 3rd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 19! It's exciting. My phone started ringing at 7 am and didn't stop, forcing me to get up. Gay. It was a pretty relaxing day though. The highlight was the 3 games of Cranium we played, and the 3 games of Cranium I owned, in case you were wondering. There were some mad skills going on that night. Definitely birthday worthy. "Eff this game! It's 4 in the morning Grandma, YOU WIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday September 8th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with tedious details of the last few days. I've been working up the butt and missing friends every second. 4 more days until Irvine :) Today will be filled with errands, laundry, shopping, cleaning, packing, moving, relaxing??? and possibly some cake. Scratch that. Definitely cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMVRjOU2QfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Cs_fpmrOlQ8/s1600-h/San+Francisco+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMVRjOU2QfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Cs_fpmrOlQ8/s320/San+Francisco+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243687006725620210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMVR3mDSyRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GPAyNs-6RvI/s1600-h/San+Francisco+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMVR3mDSyRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GPAyNs-6RvI/s320/San+Francisco+053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243687356691826962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-5737106355472938895?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5737106355472938895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5737106355472938895' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5737106355472938895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5737106355472938895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/09/whats-my-age-again.html' title='What&apos;s My Age Again?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SMOEaDIwh6I/AAAAAAAAAGs/GgQyT2UcGJo/s72-c/San+Francisco+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-3389841612972719010</id><published>2008-08-27T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T01:29:50.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pants, uh oh. Swimsuit, ok. Naked, we'll see.</title><content type='html'>"A dream catcher works...if your dream is to be gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is kind of sort of almost over. And it's a little sad. One, because I'll have to leave my friends and family at home. Two, because I'll have to actually do work. And three, because I barely dented my summer list! The only things I can safely say I completed were my need to download and my need to read. But can either of those ever by truly fulfilled? I think not. Let me reflect on my summer, even though there are still 4 weeks left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excitements:&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time with friends, and definitely grew closer to them this summer. The hard thing will be when they leave. Ash is headed back to SLO this weekend. And while it makes me sad, I get to see her in a few weeks. That's right. Road trip! A couple other people have already started school which is resulting in my social life declining. I guess I can't complain. I've also spent a lot of time with my family, which is something I won't be able to do when I start school. There have been a few beach trips, some interesting parties, and some pretty cool hangouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;learn&lt;/span&gt; how to type faster, it just kind of happened. I guess that's the same thing. I'm nowhere near where I want to be, but I can type without looking at the key board for the most part, which is something that I've never been able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a bunch of  Kajabi can can games this summer. And there were some difficult rounds. I didn't win, but I pulled a close second. Ash is just too much for me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dissapointments:&lt;br /&gt;Boredom. There has been a lot of it. Sitting, waiting, being alone, and bored. That has pretty much been my life for the past 2 weeks. I wake up (at 7 nonetheless), I drive my brother to school, come home and go back to sleep. Then I wake up again and usually eat something. Then, the highlight of my day, I either watch some sort of tv show for hours upon end, read, or organize my iTunes (which, needless to say, is very dry and boring). After that, more eating, more watching, more iTunes. It's very ritualistic. And very lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter. I can't believe it. Postponed until July 2009. Argh. It better be really super awesomely amazing. Otherwise it will be premently place under the "disappointment" category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to run. It's very hot in Menifee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not learn Java. I can't even say I put a lot of effort into trying. But I guess I'll have to get my butt into gear when school starts. ICS 21! We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to buy a Wii because of lack of funds. Soon though. Probably before the holidays. But I did get my hands on an N64 AND Sega Genesis. So pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks until I move into my apartment! 4 until school starts. But I'm pretty booked until then. Hopefully the summer will end with a bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this weekend, I get to spend time with friends, take a crazy road trip, and see my cousin. And I know you all are wondering. Yes, when I called him I said "Hey it's Jessica.....you're cousin." I didn't deem it necessary to add the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool&lt;/span&gt;" at the end. But I secretly said it in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-3389841612972719010?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/3389841612972719010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=3389841612972719010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3389841612972719010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3389841612972719010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/08/pants-uh-oh-swimsuit-ok-naked-well-see.html' title='Pants, uh oh. Swimsuit, ok. Naked, we&apos;ll see.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6510633696166326057</id><published>2008-08-22T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:48:13.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SK9B9Nle4dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5jvupuZNuQA/s1600-h/HappyBirthday35.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SK9B9Nle4dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5jvupuZNuQA/s320/HappyBirthday35.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237477411529875922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy Birthday to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Wright (August 14th)&lt;br /&gt;Denna Gordon (August 16th)&lt;br /&gt;Ashlee Rood (August 21st)&lt;br /&gt;Carizza Sioco (August 21st)&lt;br /&gt;Cherri Chin (August 25th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder I'm poor this month.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6510633696166326057?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6510633696166326057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6510633696166326057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6510633696166326057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6510633696166326057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SK9B9Nle4dI/AAAAAAAAAGc/5jvupuZNuQA/s72-c/HappyBirthday35.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-223314313164056812</id><published>2008-08-16T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T23:46:55.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do It!</title><content type='html'>Free Yogurtland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely the best part of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe second : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-223314313164056812?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/223314313164056812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=223314313164056812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/223314313164056812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/223314313164056812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-do-it.html' title='Just Do It!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-4707390839211242902</id><published>2008-08-11T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:10:37.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks for the Memories</title><content type='html'>Today was a monumental day. I completed Majora's Mask! And it was amazing :) And in case you were wondering, yes I did get all 20 heart containers, all 6 bottles, all upgrades, and all 24 masks. So, yes a very successful run if I do say so myself. Besides Zelda, what else have I been doing with my summer? Let me share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working at my least favorite food establishment, Subway, and needless to say, it has been a nightmare. I don't like the person I become when I go there. I think I'm going to quit in the next few weeks. And I don't mean quit and then a few weeks later come back. I mean, genuinely quit, and never go back. So Kevin, you only have a few sandwiches left from me. I think I will be relieved when I finally do leave, especially if my job interview goes well tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been reading a lot! Which, I think, is my biggest accomplishment. I've read about 8 books, give or take. I'm actually reading 3 right now! I know it sounds weird, but sometimes I need a change. In case you were wondering, it's "Motor Mouth," by Janet Evonavich, "Black," by Ted Dekker, and "Sorcerer's Stone," by J.K. Rowling. All 3 are amazing! I have a few others on my list, so we will see what sort of progress I can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running. That is something I have not been disciplined in. I really do like it, but I find myself filling my time with other things, nothing quite as fulfilling though. I will definitely be making more of an effort to run my 10 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my one guilty pleasure this summer has been catching up on all of my t.v. shows. I won't list them all, but let's just say I am excited for the 1st of September! And while I'm on the topic of television, don't expect to talk to me Sunday the 7th. First Colts game. It's going to be a good year! I've also been watching the Olympics, which have been incredible. I'm actually watching them as I type. Men's Gymnastics. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm getting ready to dye/cut/do something with my hair. Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irvine tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-4707390839211242902?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/4707390839211242902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=4707390839211242902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4707390839211242902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4707390839211242902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/08/thanks-for-memories.html' title='Thanks for the Memories'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-2923274464317048917</id><published>2008-08-02T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T23:50:40.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Life of an American Teenager</title><content type='html'>So this is kind of weird and random, but it's something that I need to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the most amazing talk with my brother. And that is something that I haven't done in a few years. We laughed, we hung out, we remembered; it was great. I don't know when or if  that will happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if any of you are going to be near Anaheim next Tuesday, come out and see the show! (My brother's show) Chain Reaction, 7 pm :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I vow never to get sunburned again. My face is peeling, my body hurts, AND I have a cold sore. It is all very sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-2923274464317048917?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/2923274464317048917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=2923274464317048917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2923274464317048917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2923274464317048917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/08/secret-life-of-american-teenager.html' title='The Secret Life of an American Teenager'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-9121929959884101955</id><published>2008-07-29T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:45:03.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetly Broken, Wholly Surrendered</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was definitely a day for the record books. It was the first day that I've been broken in such a long time. It was the first time that I've cried at work. It was the first day where I didn't love my family as much as I should. And it was the first day this summer that I got down on my knees and prayed. All of the difficulties that have been going on in my family for the past 6 months were magnified yesterday. My eyes were opened to everything. I mean, I know everything that has been going on, but it's a completely different experience when you're in the middle of it all. My dad is in bad shape right now. He's taken enough medication to not even know the day or time. He can barely walk, let alone drive! (which he attempted the other day) He's been in bed for almost a week, and we're constantly over here checking on him, making sure he's eating and going to the bathroom. I don't have any animosity towards him. I know he's sick. But its the same sickness I've seen over and over. And I was at a point yesterday when I didn't want to care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I had to come before God last night and ask for him to give me strength to get through these next few weeks. I prayed for my family, that they would all be broken, like I was. And I had to pray for my sanity, because, trust me, it's hanging on by a thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what God is trying to teach me through all of this, but it's something that I can say without a doubt, that I will remember forever. I'm being stretched in ways I didn't know were possible. It's hard to even look at my parents without being overwhelmed with emotions. And I can only imagine what my mom is feeling right now. She's had to live this everyday. I've only been here for 5 weeks and I want out! It's so difficult to rely on God right now, because I feel like he hasn't been here throughout this whole situation.  I just don't know if I can put faith in him when everything is so screwed up right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, if any prayers are being thrown my way, pray for my heart. Pray that I can love my parents. Pray that I can love and trust God. And pray that I don't give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-9121929959884101955?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/9121929959884101955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=9121929959884101955' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/9121929959884101955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/9121929959884101955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/07/sweetly-broken-holy-surrendered.html' title='Sweetly Broken, Wholly Surrendered'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-5316901772183697259</id><published>2008-07-24T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:12:12.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Satin</title><content type='html'>My loving best friend decided to tell me what she really thought of me. Tell me if you think this is an accurate description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If i could choose one place in the world to spend the rest of my life, it woudl be hell, cuz i think that is where i woudl have the people the most in common with me. I love anything to do with evil, pain, suffering and horror, and satin my homeboy. For the past few years i have been dabbling around in a few satanic religions and to me wicca has struck a chord in me, and i totally given my life over to the practicing of these rituals. i hope some day to rise to power through the mastering of my religion, and teach the world the true way of suffering."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-5316901772183697259?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5316901772183697259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5316901772183697259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5316901772183697259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5316901772183697259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/07/satin.html' title='Satin'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-7227805592803357800</id><published>2008-07-21T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:41:49.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MacA-gay</title><content type='html'>Irvine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it here. Every time I come back to Menifee, I leave a little part of me behind. I miss the weather, the people, the good times, the school, and almost everything else. What I do NOT miss, however, are the parking tickets! The $52 ones. That is something I would definitely like to leave behind when go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that incident, I had a great time. I think I forget how amazing everything is. And it's not because I go out and do these crazy fun things. To an outsider looking in, it might seem like we do nothing here, but that's the beauty of it all; I can have fun sitting on a friends couch watching a movie, or just talking until 2 am, or even going on a grocery shopping extravaganza. It's randomly deciding to go play basketball when it's pitch black outside. It's Laura finding certain things in the trash and deciding to take them :) It's hearing about Kevin's new computer and having no idea what he's talking about, but being slightly impressed because of his 24 inch monitor. It's having Adam's coffee and remembering how much I suck at making coffee. It's all these things that make me wish I was here for the summer.  But instead, I am minutes away from leaving, and most likely getting stuck in traffic, to go back to Subway :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Menifee, just the same. And I don't dislike being there. There are some pretty crazy times too. But nothing compares to waking up, making your own breakfast, and deciding what you want to do today, no obligations, no parents, no worries (except for gas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least I'll only be away for 2 days. Wednesday=OC Fair. And I hope to see everyone there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-7227805592803357800?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/7227805592803357800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=7227805592803357800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7227805592803357800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7227805592803357800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/07/maca-gay.html' title='MacA-gay'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-7770703411420945394</id><published>2008-07-12T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:11:02.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia : /</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When was the last time you talked to your best friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today via aim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been grounded? What for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so, but it was probably for staying out too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you prefer warm or cold weather?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold, you can always put on more, but you can only take off so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever passed out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there someone on your mind that shouldn't be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What were you doing at 12 am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV and boredom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the last reason you cried?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who are you texting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where did you sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed/couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you secretly like anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you done anything you regret in 2008 so far?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fursurance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you have a dream last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but it was so looong ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the first person you talked to today? Male or female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother. I was his chauffeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Has anyone disappointed you recently?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is your father right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you a forgiving person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does it bother you when someone lies to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does it take a lot to make you cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, there are times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you fall for people easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT desparate. No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading to Castle Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How has this past week been for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's the most interesting thing that happened to you today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely lovely phone calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever dance even if there's no music playing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Did you date someone longer then 3 months this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What can always put you in a good mood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music and Friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Is there anyone you wish you were with right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uuugh. I wish I was sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have any piercings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many kids do you want to have?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever God wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What color are your eyes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you doing tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castle Park!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know someone who likes you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you easy to get along with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever changed your clothes in a vehicle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When necessary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever been nice to someone who treated you like crap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grudges only hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What time did you go to sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last thing someone said to you that pissed you off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too too funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you talk a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What was the last movie you watched?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scary Movie 4. Ashamed to the max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you craving right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeeeep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does the person you like know that you like them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whats the reason that you and ex broke up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you talked to your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is your hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you had a sleep over? Where and with who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so ago, with my lover friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last time you went to church?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How is your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Listening to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTH :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you remember your dreams?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you consider yourself a study freak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was, then I wasn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you speak another language other than English?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hablo espanol, pero comprendo mucho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What did you do last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boooorrred and sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Orange or apple juice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple ftw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you plan on getting married anytime soon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-7770703411420945394?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/7770703411420945394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=7770703411420945394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7770703411420945394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7770703411420945394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/07/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia : /'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-1706864101782257279</id><published>2008-07-10T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:49:50.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lining is Silver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SHaf4ZTHM5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/dokYdMtDqrI/s1600-h/2523439566_4ea5d3a6bd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SHaf4ZTHM5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/dokYdMtDqrI/s320/2523439566_4ea5d3a6bd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221536609195209618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This just made my day :)&lt;br /&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/6496684705460849568-1706864101782257279?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/1706864101782257279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=1706864101782257279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1706864101782257279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1706864101782257279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/07/lining-is-silver.html' title='The Lining is Silver'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SHaf4ZTHM5I/AAAAAAAAAGU/dokYdMtDqrI/s72-c/2523439566_4ea5d3a6bd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6211008644025346001</id><published>2008-06-20T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:55:11.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So much love</title><content type='html'>I am officially employed, again, at my least favorite establishment nonetheless. At least it pays. My first night back I was fortunate enough to be able to rid Subway of 2 cockroaches. You're welcome. I also left with the familiar aroma sticking to every part of my body. And to top it all off, I have the pleasure of working 20 hours this week.&lt;br /&gt;I've started working on my summer list. Reading is well under way. I love how in school I can barely read 15 pages without falling asleep. But today, I managed 300 pages. I started skimming over some Java. That is going to be fun. And working is bringing me one step closer to buying a Wii.&lt;br /&gt;The original reason for this post; Grades are up!&lt;br /&gt;2 A's, 1 B and a C. Not too bad. A little further off then what I had anticipated, but a 3.2 is acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;-Kevin, I want to know what you got in Crim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to "train" for my 15 mile run tonight. I'll keep you updated on how that's going. I'm thinking I might shorten it to 10. We will see how I feel after a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did everyone get on grades?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6211008644025346001?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6211008644025346001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6211008644025346001' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6211008644025346001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6211008644025346001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-much-love.html' title='So much love'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-3830465371444263182</id><published>2008-06-14T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T19:40:21.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Today marks my first official day of summer. I am free. No school, no obligations. 4 months of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, if I'm being more accurate, I have so many things that I need to do and so many that I want to do. I have to pleasure of going to jury duty Monday (yeah) followed by the not so pleasant task of finding a job, or 3. But in between all of the working, traveling, hanging out and catching up, I have complied together a list of things that I want to do before September 25th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Summer To Do List&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn how to play the guitar&lt;br /&gt;Type faster&lt;br /&gt;Learn Java&lt;br /&gt;Watch the entire 24 Series&lt;br /&gt;Learn some more sign language&lt;br /&gt;Play basketball better&lt;br /&gt;Brush up on my Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Organize my itunes&lt;br /&gt;Run for 15 miles&lt;br /&gt;Teach my friends how to play Kajabe Can Can (and own them)&lt;br /&gt;Go to the beach at least 3 times&lt;br /&gt;Have a crazy road trip&lt;br /&gt;Finish my movie list&lt;br /&gt;Download download download!!!&lt;br /&gt;Buy a Wii (and get really good at Mario Kart and Brawl)&lt;br /&gt;Read a heck of a lot&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy every minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds doable!&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you want to do this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And Upland, not that exciting. But my brother's band was pretty awesome. And the car ride was enjoyable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-3830465371444263182?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/3830465371444263182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=3830465371444263182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3830465371444263182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3830465371444263182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-3380377936615666060</id><published>2008-06-11T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:54:18.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2:00 am</title><content type='html'>Finals. Need I say more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lack of posting. 3 finals down. 1 to go. Thursday night will be spent celebrating the end to my first year of college. (and passing...most of it)&lt;br /&gt;On a much sadder note, UCI lost miserably to LSU yesterday. 7-21. No college world series for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, in case you didn't already know from my persistent announcements of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE CHEESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SE-SPKgNH-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Oz36EqwH2Os/s1600-h/natural_cheese.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SE-SPKgNH-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Oz36EqwH2Os/s320/natural_cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210544083106078690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-3380377936615666060?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/3380377936615666060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=3380377936615666060' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3380377936615666060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3380377936615666060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/06/200-am.html' title='2:00 am'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SE-SPKgNH-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/Oz36EqwH2Os/s72-c/natural_cheese.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-5909216835495297321</id><published>2008-06-01T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:32:09.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so LOST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SEL1Zvdg6yI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ialW7JGkEoY/s1600-h/29lost.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SEL1Zvdg6yI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ialW7JGkEoY/s320/29lost.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206993941779508002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SPOILERS ALERT*&lt;br /&gt;I would advise that if you have not seen Lost and someday do wish to watch it to pass over this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42 Reasons Why I Hate Lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Because after every episode I always end with the phrase, "I have 37 new questions and no frickin answers"&lt;br /&gt;2. Because Boone died in the first season&lt;br /&gt;3. Because it's on Thursday nights when I have homework&lt;br /&gt;4. Because I am sick and tired of the Kate/Jack/Sawyer love triangle&lt;br /&gt;5. Because Mr. Friendly throws like a girl&lt;br /&gt;6. Because Saiyd has long fingernails and Jerry curls&lt;br /&gt;7. Because Charlie could have escaped through the window&lt;br /&gt;8. Because Kate has fake teeth&lt;br /&gt;9. Because I have no idea who Jacob is&lt;br /&gt;10. Because Locke's name is Jeremy Bentham???&lt;br /&gt;11. Because Michael killed Hurley's girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;12. Because Locke is a douche&lt;br /&gt;13. Because I'm not sure if they're flash forwards or flashbacks anymore&lt;br /&gt;14. Because Jack and Claire are somehow related&lt;br /&gt;15. Because people who should be dead keep coming back to life&lt;br /&gt;16. Because Shannon was extremely annoying&lt;br /&gt;17. Because I wasn't sure if it was "Paulo lies" or "paralyzed"&lt;br /&gt;18. Because the black smoke can kill people&lt;br /&gt;19. Because there is no such thing as a good ending&lt;br /&gt;20. Because I don't know who was in the coffin&lt;br /&gt;21. Because I haven't seen Vincent in a really long time&lt;br /&gt;22. Because when Walt appeared to people, nobody could understand him&lt;br /&gt;23. Because it's so weird how everyone is connected&lt;br /&gt;24. Because Saiyd tortures people&lt;br /&gt;25. Because the entirety of Lost cannot be summarized in 8 minutes and 15 seconds&lt;br /&gt;26. Because Locke can walk&lt;br /&gt;27. Because I'm pretty sure Claire's mom was in the process of dying...&lt;br /&gt;28. Because Jack's dad is dead, or alive, or dead, but most likely alive&lt;br /&gt;29. Because Hurley won the lotto, and it was a bad thing&lt;br /&gt;30. Because everyone seems to be a little crazy&lt;br /&gt;31. Because Ben was able to move the island&lt;br /&gt;32. Because Jin should not have died&lt;br /&gt;33. Because they don't have a special code for, "there's a man in my closet with a gun to my daughters head"&lt;br /&gt;34. Because they have to go back&lt;br /&gt;35. Because Walt aged 5 years over an 18 month time period&lt;br /&gt;36. Because Michael was able to die&lt;br /&gt;37. Because the 12 vortices's makes sense, but there is still no confirmation&lt;br /&gt;38. Because Jack has had the same amount of beard stubble for 5 months&lt;br /&gt;39. Because Desmond gets blown out of the hatch, loses his clothes, and can now see the future&lt;br /&gt;40. Because that one "other" leader hasn't aged in 50 years&lt;br /&gt;41. Because Sun is pregnant and Jin is sterile&lt;br /&gt;42. Because no matter how much I don't want to admit it, I am addicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Edit* Feel free to add anything :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-5909216835495297321?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5909216835495297321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5909216835495297321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5909216835495297321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5909216835495297321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-so-lost.html' title='I am so LOST'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SEL1Zvdg6yI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ialW7JGkEoY/s72-c/29lost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-8033026921215366349</id><published>2008-05-27T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T23:44:15.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Douchey"</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I've gone this long without a post. What is wrong with me? Well, I am currently working on an amazing post which should be up after Thursday, so look for that. And in case you haven't heard from Kevin, my name has been changed to Jessica Douchey Barcellano. And the best part is that it won't change back.  So go have a laugh while you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial day weekend. It was definitely something that will be remembered. Friday night consisted of Mario Cart, the most violent game of spoons I've ever played, and the first Indiana Jones, which was pretty amazing. Saturday was equally entertaining. I had to wake up at 7, which I didn't know was physically possible anymore. Then we hiked to the bridge to nowhere. I enjoyed watching everyone fall into the water, and off of the rocks, and down the mountainside. It was a special time. I'm just glad that I got sugar! Then Sunday, again, waking up at an ungodly hour to drive to the middle of nowhere. But it was fun-filled. Crazy game parties are the best. There was an interesting twist on our spoons game, which ended with Ashlee vomiting Tabasco sauce for 10 minutes. And the ever famous line, "Alan wants to get to first base." We talked for hours, which is something I really needed. And I learned about all the crazy happenings in Menifee. I was able to sleep in until 9 on Monday, but then it was straight to the car dealership. After 6 hours of negotiating, my family walked out of there with 3 cars! So now, I have a car. I put the down payment on it. I will be paying for it (as soon as I get a job). And I will be paying for gas, which saddens me at $4.00 a gallon. AND I finally got "it." So needless to say, it was a great Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I am back at school, waiting for this year to be over. Paloma graduates this Saturday. But, sadly, I will not be attending. 16 days and then I'm out for summer. I'll be able to go home, drive my new car, hang out, save money, and just relax. A summer post with my summer list is soon to come. I can't help myself, it's a sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-8033026921215366349?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/8033026921215366349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=8033026921215366349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8033026921215366349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8033026921215366349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/05/douchey.html' title='&quot;Douchey&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-2513899579343284983</id><published>2008-05-06T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:25:39.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I hang out with myself</title><content type='html'>Here's an exercise that you can all do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, close your eyes and relax. Take a few deep breaths, and with each inhale, imagine every care in the world escaping your body. Imagine yourself in a nice warm bed, peaceful, comfortable, nothing could possibly interrupt you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now play this video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlraW2EKGDs&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YlraW2EKGDs&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sound is what I woke up to this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; in a good mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-2513899579343284983?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/2513899579343284983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=2513899579343284983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2513899579343284983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2513899579343284983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/05/sometimes-i-hang-out-with-myself.html' title='Sometimes I hang out with myself'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-8223997464465336786</id><published>2008-05-05T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:02:40.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 things</title><content type='html'>So this is in my aim profile information. Anything I should add/change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things that you should know about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; know what a &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y291/YoungMex9/BloodZnCripZ.png"&gt;gang&lt;/a&gt; is&lt;br /&gt;2. I am addicted to all things &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://agutie.homestead.com/files/incas/condor_pasa_sheet_music.jpg"&gt;music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love the color &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.lynnemorrell.com/images/colorblocks/GoldYellow.png"&gt;yellow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I love the &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.hiddentreasurebibleschool.com/Picks/bible3.gif"&gt;Father, Son, and the Holy Spirit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I hate &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/catliketyping.jpg"&gt;bad typing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am a &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.wolfswamp.org/pix/math.gif"&gt;math&lt;/a&gt; nerd&lt;br /&gt;7. I like &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://kms9262.k12.sd.us/sides_mac.jpg"&gt;bland&lt;/a&gt; foods&lt;br /&gt;8. I can't eat a &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://www.thinkingfountain.org/r/reducereuserecycle/sandwich.gif"&gt;sandwich&lt;/a&gt; normally&lt;br /&gt;9. I have been known to &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1042/862655060_68a632f083.jpg?v=0"&gt;talk&lt;/a&gt; excessively&lt;br /&gt;10. I do enjoy &lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://cache.eb.com/eb/image?id=93814&amp;amp;rendTypeId=4"&gt;athletic&lt;/a&gt; things&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-8223997464465336786?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/8223997464465336786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=8223997464465336786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8223997464465336786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8223997464465336786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-this-is-in-my-aim-profile.html' title='10 things'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6618243268308272260</id><published>2008-04-30T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:27:02.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't adults just be adults?</title><content type='html'>For my entire life I've been told to act my age, if not act older than I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't do that Jessica. That's something your younger brother would do." &lt;br /&gt;"Jessica! You know better than that."&lt;br /&gt;"Stop crying and act your age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit it, I was a brat. And I'm sure I deserved most of those comments for doing something stupid. And I can also attest to the fact that I spent a large portion of my childhood crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I don't understand is how my parents could spend all that time telling me that if I wanted to be treated like an adult, I needed to act like one, and they can't even do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I should take their advice and treat them like the age that they're acting. That might cause controversy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they're human and that they make mistakes. I just don't know how much longer I want to put myself in that environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers appreciated :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6618243268308272260?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6618243268308272260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6618243268308272260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6618243268308272260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6618243268308272260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-cant-adults-just-be-adults.html' title='Why can&apos;t adults just be adults?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-1619398014711020859</id><published>2008-04-24T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T15:09:33.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epic</title><content type='html'>Today is an epic day!&lt;br /&gt;Not only is The Office new, but both LOST and Grey's Anatomy are returning tonight! Is there anything that can top that? Why yes, there is. I found my key and now I do not have to pay $25 for a new one. And on top of that, I aced my math quiz today. And the cherry that completes this oh so sweet sundae is the amazing grade I know I got on my psych midterm. I think it's pretty safe to say that I am having an amazing week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, more pressing news, I have to figure out what the heck I'm going to do this summer. I have 2 options, each with its own set of pros and cons. I can either stay here on campus, take 16 units of classes, pay rent,pay for food, pay for parking/gas/other car related expenses, work in Irvine, see UCI friends, and possibly have a crazy road trip. Or I can stay home, live for free, eat for free, work in Menifee, see FEE friends, maybe go to the JC, and possibly have a crazy road trip. Both parents are pushing for the second option, and they are the ones buying me a car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I'll figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is time for crim reading. And the crim test. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And if you say Gay's Anatomy, I will shoot you)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-1619398014711020859?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/1619398014711020859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=1619398014711020859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1619398014711020859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1619398014711020859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/04/epic.html' title='Epic'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-68114919383631565</id><published>2008-04-17T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T15:12:08.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FAIL</title><content type='html'>We got our apartment today. 1039e! Come visit us. It's the perfect distance from everything; it's close to campus, right next to the parking lot, laundry facilities, UPSTAIRS, and just amazing overall. Looking forward to the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's already midterm time. I have a pretty rigorous testing schedule, but nothing I can't manage. I've been majorly studying for psychology. If I can't get an A in the class, then I can't double major, so a little pressure there. And of course I need to do well in my other classes. We will see. I'm so excited to see what the end of the year will bring. I'm really bummed that I'm missing Bill Nye tonight. But hopefully Kevin will take a multitude of pictures. But at least I can watch the office :) Which is the perfect way to end the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a very important side note: &lt;a href="http://failblog.wordpress.com/"&gt;Failblog&lt;/a&gt; Go check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture to leave you with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SAfKlGK8zFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iCH5o5wHTpg/s1600-h/rapist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SAfKlGK8zFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iCH5o5wHTpg/s320/rapist.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190339834228296786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-68114919383631565?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/68114919383631565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=68114919383631565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/68114919383631565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/68114919383631565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/04/fail.html' title='FAIL'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/SAfKlGK8zFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/iCH5o5wHTpg/s72-c/rapist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-2279030490333498018</id><published>2008-04-15T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:36:49.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Assassin Time!</title><content type='html'>It's that special time of the year. We started playing assassin. The rules are a little different then I remember. I have to get my target to say a word. There's a slight problem though. I've never said a single word to this girl. What to do? I think my course of action is to wait it out until next week when the task is slightly easier to accomplish, like maybe a sock? Or a nerf gun. That would be pretty awesome. I just hope that I don't get killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if I'm not talking to anyone in my dorm besides Laura, Jin, and possibly Annie, don't feel offended. I just don't want to die!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-2279030490333498018?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/2279030490333498018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=2279030490333498018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2279030490333498018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2279030490333498018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/04/assassin-time.html' title='Assassin Time!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-8792399777238508738</id><published>2008-04-11T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:31:04.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know what a gang is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My plans for this weekend include watching Gangs of New York,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:57:22 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; i cant be your friend if u dont watch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:57:23 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jesssikkkka (12:57:42 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; you won't be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:57:45 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:57:54 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; friendship terminated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jesssikkkka (12:58:04 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:58:04 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; if u dont watch it by the next time i see you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jesssikkkka (12:58:08 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:58:09 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; u have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:58:14 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; watch it before the patriot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jesssikkkka (12:58:16 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; but it's soooo looong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:58:26 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; im going to pretend u didnt say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jesssikkkka (12:58:34 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:58:39 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; m hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jesssikkkka (12:58:42 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; cause I said it just for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jesssikkkka (12:58:53 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; cause I don't think you filled your that's what she said quota today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:58:57 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:59:00 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; but seriously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:59:01 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; watch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:59:03 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:59:08 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; u can divide it into 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jesssikkkka (12:59:20 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; urgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jesssikkkka (12:59:21 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jesssikkkka (12:59:24 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I will watch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:59:30 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; its just the best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Br8KnGtHeHaBiT (12:59:31 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;jesssikkkka (12:59:35 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; even though I don't know what a gang is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things I am going to an animal expo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; water temple, completing piles of homework, and doing something to fill the rest of my time alone this weekend. Zelda time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-8792399777238508738?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/8792399777238508738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=8792399777238508738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8792399777238508738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8792399777238508738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/04/fire-temple.html' title='Do you know what a gang is?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-7586931874003560285</id><published>2008-04-04T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T22:52:45.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoever invented steam SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>Has it been a week already? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's prediction time. What are my expectations for this 10 week quarter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math 3A - Doesn't seem too bad. The teacher's really nice, and seems fairly confident in her math abilities. And she speaks perfect English! This is my earliest class....enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math 3D - It's pretty straightforward material. Differential equations. And my teacher has the funniest accent. It's like a mix between Chinese and British. We will see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crim C7 - One word. FILIBUSTER. Man can that teacher go on and on and on. "We will have an election when we have an election." But I have the class with Kevin and Adam, so chances are, I will be able to stay awake for most of the time. Especially with Adam pressing my caps-lock and other various button combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psych 11B - It's been ok. It's a little drawn out. And pretty repetitive, but Hallie and Adam keep me entertained. But the Zaps.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal this quarter is to get all A's. So we will see. I've been really good about homework. Adam gives me 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to Zelda. Oh man. Oh man. It has been pretty intense the past few days. And I'm bummed I can't play this weekend. But Monday I'm going to start FOREST TEMPLE! I'm doing a lot better than I had expected. Especially when I have Kevin, Adam and Jin yelling in my ears. And after 7 attempts, I was finally able to beat the Octorok in Jabu-Jabu's Belly. That was a mother. And a real crowd pleaser for the people watching/coaching me. I don't see the difference in using a walkthrough and using my friends as guides. It seems the same. But, I've done a lot of the work myself, so yeah. More news to come on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just about to head of to bed. I have a busy day tomorrow. John has to be at school by 6 am. Then James has to be in Murrieta by 7 am. Then I need to pick him up sometime after that, take care of a dog and be sure to grab John sometime around 2 am the next morning. Yeah? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And I could have been up at SLO this weekend, OR watching the UCI/CSUF games)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUST&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-7586931874003560285?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/7586931874003560285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=7586931874003560285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7586931874003560285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7586931874003560285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/04/whoever-invented-steam-sucks.html' title='Whoever invented steam SUCKS!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-7357217669716458468</id><published>2008-03-28T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T14:26:29.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a place of miniature business...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It is not a playground.&lt;br /&gt;Even though it looks like a playground.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frick yes!&lt;br /&gt;Grades just came in, and by the grace of God, I passed :)&lt;br /&gt;I still don't understand the college grading system, but I'll take it. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class - Grade on the final, overall grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math 2D - B+, A-&lt;br /&gt;Math 2J - D+, B&lt;br /&gt;Psych 11C - D, B-&lt;br /&gt;Writing 39B - none, B&lt;br /&gt;Cal Teach - none, A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How anyone can fail the midterm, get a D on the final, and still manage to get a B in the class is beyond me. Needless to say, I am pretty satisfied with Winter 08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts on Monday, which means Spring break is almost over. But it was a great break. We went to the beach, dancing (and got pulled over by the cops), movies, bonfire on Saturday, and some sort of hangout/goodbye thing on Sunday. And I am in the process of acquiring a car. Pretty exciting stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1gJzc5HjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JYaunoiM9E4/s1600-h/n678800769_762016_9939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1gJzc5HjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JYaunoiM9E4/s320/n678800769_762016_9939.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182904467719790130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1gqjc5HkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9EDOntnExiY/s1600-h/l_fb3e376e11e1e86a99be8918b9786804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1gqjc5HkI/AAAAAAAAAEo/9EDOntnExiY/s320/l_fb3e376e11e1e86a99be8918b9786804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182905030360505922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1hFDc5HlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/O8LsZjeNsJM/s1600-h/l_940eb29f0a95acf46a404906af661fc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1hFDc5HlI/AAAAAAAAAEw/O8LsZjeNsJM/s320/l_940eb29f0a95acf46a404906af661fc2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182905485627039314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1hmzc5HoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jHrzClXf1wI/s1600-h/l_49db500313778dd7833188e2e1331ab5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1hmzc5HoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/jHrzClXf1wI/s320/l_49db500313778dd7833188e2e1331ab5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182906065447624322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1hjDc5HnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sMQgQJR4B3U/s1600-h/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1hjDc5HnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/sMQgQJR4B3U/s320/beach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182906001023114866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1hejc5HmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MKBgLnJM2X8/s1600-h/n678800769_761984_2508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1hejc5HmI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MKBgLnJM2X8/s320/n678800769_761984_2508.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182905923713703522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there will be more things to tell of after this weekend. Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-7357217669716458468?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/7357217669716458468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=7357217669716458468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7357217669716458468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7357217669716458468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-place-of-miniature-business.html' title='This is a place of miniature business...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-1gJzc5HjI/AAAAAAAAAEg/JYaunoiM9E4/s72-c/n678800769_762016_9939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-1943315922108667314</id><published>2008-03-24T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T13:19:28.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-gMwTc5HiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GSAdcr05a8w/s1600-h/Jack%27s+broken+crown+cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-gMwTc5HiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GSAdcr05a8w/s320/Jack%27s+broken+crown+cartoon.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181405395284467234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so before the end of the quarter, my psychology class started talking about phobias. A phobia is a persistent, irrational fear of a specific object, activity, or situation that leads to a compelling desire to avoid it. This got me thinking. There are so many people out there with the weirdest phobias. There is a woman who is afraid of pickles. Another afraid of cotton balls. These are completely irrational. I'm almost positive that besides choking, a pickle can't hurt you. But then I started thinking about my own phobias. I am scared to death of dentists. But why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some research and found that I'm not alone. 30-40 million people are so afraid of dentists that they refuse to even go, leading them down the path of gum disease and other hygienic problems. I've always gone to the dentist, but certainly not by my own choice. I remember when the fear started. I was 7 years old, and my 3 year old brother had to get a root canal. I just remember sitting in the waiting room listening to him scream because the idiot dentist decided that he should try to "pop" this lump of puss in his gum. And I've hated going ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started listing the things that happen when I go to the dentist. The morning of, I start to dread going, and on the car ride over there, my heart starts to beat a little faster than normal. When I'm in the waiting room, I try to not think about what's going to happen to me, so I close my eyes and even rock back and forth. When I'm sitting in the chair, my heart is thumping in my chest, I'm sweating, I'm holding my hands so tightly together that they turn white. Even though I try really hard, my entire body shakes uncontrollably. I get nauseous and sometimes feel like I'm going to pass out. When I was younger, I used to cry every time. And that's just when I go to the dentist. When people start talking about the dentist, I can't listen. I can't watch anything to do with the dentist. I get physically sick thinking about it. I have to leave the room. Even right now, my heart is beating faster and my palms are sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell people about my fear, usually when it becomes a problem. If someone's talking about the dentist, I mention that I'm afraid. I think people sometimes think it's this big joke, or that I'm not really as afraid as I say I am. And it's the worse when they don't take me seriously. Because then they "taunt" me with it. They start talking about it on purpose. And even though I try not to let it bother me, my body starts freaking out. Heavy breathing, sweating, accelerated heart rate, and nausea. I've tried to overcome this fear, and for the most part, I've made progress. I haven't cried in over 3 years, which I think is might impressive. But I still cringe every time I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think more than anything , I'm afraid that someday when I have kids and they have to go to the dentist, I won;t be able to be there for them because I'm too afraid. And I wouldn't be able to live with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-1943315922108667314?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/1943315922108667314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=1943315922108667314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1943315922108667314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1943315922108667314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/03/phobias.html' title='Phobias'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R-gMwTc5HiI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GSAdcr05a8w/s72-c/Jack%27s+broken+crown+cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-7807390312183193820</id><published>2008-03-20T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:39:10.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>I have a nice long list of movies that I need to watch, but I don't know which ones. What to do?&lt;br /&gt;300&lt;br /&gt;40 Year Old Virgin&lt;br /&gt;A Beautiful Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Armageddon&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe&lt;br /&gt;Blood Diamond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Bourne Identity, The&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Bourne Supremacy, The&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bourne Ultimatum, The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Braveheart&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Con Air&lt;br /&gt;Crash&lt;br /&gt;Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Frequency&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Gangs of New York&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;Golden Eye&lt;br /&gt;Green Mile, The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Illusionist, The&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Indiana Jones 1, 2, 3&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life as a House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Memento&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy, The&lt;br /&gt;Mummy Returns, The&lt;br /&gt;Oceans 13&lt;br /&gt;Others, The&lt;br /&gt;Patriot, The&lt;br /&gt;Paycheck&lt;br /&gt;Phone Booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Prestige, The&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Bride, The&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Rock, The&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Red Dragon&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Schindler's List&lt;br /&gt;Seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence of the Lambs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Superbad&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Terminal, The&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usual Suspects&lt;br /&gt;We Were Soldiers&lt;br /&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many to choose from. And all in alphabetical order courtesy of Adam.&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note, Kevin has fallen off of his bike 3 times in the last week. Twice within a 10 minute period. It makes me smile :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-7807390312183193820?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/7807390312183193820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=7807390312183193820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7807390312183193820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7807390312183193820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-3653390739548101904</id><published>2008-03-14T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T01:53:10.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Smith</title><content type='html'>I thought, as a form of entertainment, you would like to see what my friends and I do at 1 am. Just in case you were the least bit curious....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-939916b0702c920c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D939916b0702c920c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331584731%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39831711869E3801D6E9A90CCD694AAE3BE3E072.6201981889EC653643C38404D7D391314947CE5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D939916b0702c920c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkyvYT_p--pUU1xnhfc56xax67MQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D939916b0702c920c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331584731%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39831711869E3801D6E9A90CCD694AAE3BE3E072.6201981889EC653643C38404D7D391314947CE5F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D939916b0702c920c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkyvYT_p--pUU1xnhfc56xax67MQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't want to know, then I suggest not pressing the play button. And to answer any questions about Bob Smith....well, I'd rather not. Ask Kevin. I'm sure he would be delighted to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Finals. I can only imagine. I have so much work to do and so little time. Class is over in officially 15 hours. And then the studying starts. *enthusiasm* And then SPRING BREAK. Oh relaxation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Question: Should I start watching 24 over break, and if yes, can I stomach it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-3653390739548101904?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=939916b0702c920c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/3653390739548101904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=3653390739548101904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3653390739548101904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3653390739548101904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/03/bob-smith.html' title='Bob Smith'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-5918388236163888878</id><published>2008-03-04T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T21:47:38.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G-A-I</title><content type='html'>Roommate dilemma!&lt;br /&gt;What to do? There are some really great girls who want to live with Laura and me next year, but we just have too many people. And it's so frustrating because we don't want to hurt anyone. But after many prayers, I think I've come to a conclusion on my end. And I know it's what God wants for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, UCI baseball team is 8-0. Big win against USD tonight. Owned in the face for sure. And I got my second baseball lesson from Adam. I can now distinguish pitches and I know all of the numbers for the players. (Pitcher's number 1) Other than that, I've pretty much retained all of the information from last time. So, I think it's safe to say that I've got this baseball thing down (kinda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In school news, I'm doing pretty well. Right now, if I continue at the pace I'm going, my final grades should look something like:&lt;br /&gt;Math 2D - A&lt;br /&gt;Math 2J - C (If I get an A on the final)&lt;br /&gt;Psych 11B - B&lt;br /&gt;Writing 39B - B&lt;br /&gt;Cal Teach  - A&lt;br /&gt;We'll see if I can kick it up a notch. Other than a RIP that I have to work on, I'm pretty set for the rest of the quarter, which is only 2 weeks and 3 days! Then the glorious spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who wanted to know, I'm learning how to play the guitar, which is going pretty well. I have those nice calluses on my fingers, so YEAH! Other than that, I've been watching a lot of movies lately.&lt;br /&gt;Duplex - Pretty funny. You should watch it.&lt;br /&gt;You, Me, and Dupree - Ok. Maybe if you have a free afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Chuck - Most of it was good. There were a few parts though...&lt;br /&gt;Knocked Up - Strangely funny. I suggest getting the edited version (if they have one)&lt;br /&gt;Because I Said So - Good chick flick&lt;br /&gt;Children of Men - Go watch it right now. Stop reading this and go watch it.&lt;br /&gt;Bench Warmers - Heh. It was ok. Maybe if you're bored.&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter 5 - Always good. (Even the 4th time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to be up at 6am , so yeah. Huzzah for student teaching volunteering mandatory fieldwork, or whatever it's called.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-5918388236163888878?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5918388236163888878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5918388236163888878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5918388236163888878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5918388236163888878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/03/g-i.html' title='G-A-I'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-383722054158190201</id><published>2008-02-28T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T02:17:33.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*mumble, mumble*  Little comment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R8Z_1Z8_fAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BYBxaVOeqSk/s1600-h/crash_p1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R8Z_1Z8_fAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BYBxaVOeqSk/s320/crash_p1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171961777558092802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicycle crashes. It's something we're bound to do once in our lives, usually the day after we get our training wheels off or when our age is still in single digits. There must be something in the water here at Irvine because lately there seem to be numerous counts of these bicycle incidents.&lt;br /&gt;First, there was Laura. Falling is something that comes natural to her. But she does it with such grace. There was the time when we were walking up a hill and she just fell, bike and all. Not to outdo herself, she also fell while she was riding. Just moving along, and then just on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's encounter was by far the best. This should be your main deterrent from ever talking in the phone and riding your bike at the same time. While he was leaving Adam a message, and riding one handed, he thought it would be smart to brake before the bottom of the hill to avoid falling. Instead, he flipped over his handlebars on the middle of the hill, all while remaining on the phone. That, my friends, is true talent. Factoring out the bloody napkins at Pippin, no major injuries occurred during this fall.&lt;br /&gt;Now to conclude the trilogy, my fall. After a very exciting baseball game, Adam and I were riding back to the dorms. We were rounding a corner to go up a hill, through several poles! I went in at a bad angle, knew what was about to happen, shouted "Adam!" along with some other pleasantries, and proceeded to crash into one of the poles. Not only did I run into this pole, but I ran into it, fell off the bike, which then landed on top of me. After several minutes of laughing and replaying it in our minds, we made it back to the dorms and continued to laugh about it with Laura and Kevin. All in all, a very interesting night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is the deal? Just as a warning, I'm sure Adam is next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, we went to a baseball game tonight, which was amazingly AMAZING! I learned a great deal about everything, courtesy of Adam and we won 7-3. And to top it off, we're going again Friday. Hopefully there are no more biking incidents :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-383722054158190201?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/383722054158190201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=383722054158190201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/383722054158190201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/383722054158190201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/02/mumble-mumble-little-comment.html' title='*mumble, mumble*  Little comment.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R8Z_1Z8_fAI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/BYBxaVOeqSk/s72-c/crash_p1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-9045273183665784989</id><published>2008-02-23T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T17:25:42.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's shoot some NIKE</title><content type='html'>I would just like to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is going on in Lost!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously?Seriously? The baby's name is Aaron? Who thought that was a good idea? I won't give any spoilers (unless you didn't know that Claire's baby was named Aaron) But I have no idea where any of this is going. So frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently found out that I am a somewhat decent basketball player, (Thank you Adam) and that I scare easily . (Thank you Laura) School is going well too. I've been having a lot of doubts about what I want to do lately. I'm just not quite there yet. I know all will happen in God's time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a more important issue do discuss: Boys and Dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jin and I have been having some interesting conversations about it lately, sometimes until 4 in the morning. And let me just say that we have both decided that they are the more confusing sex. She brought up a very interesting point the other night. They act in a way that says, "Hey you. Yeah you. I like you. And I'm going to "flirt" or whatever with you, but never mention anything about it or tell you at all. Why? Because I don't like you. Yes I do. No I don't. Yes I do, but I don't know if you like me." Confusing, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kept us going for a while. Then we started talking about the meanings behind our dreams. Ever wonder why you dream what you do? We did. And after careful analysis we have concluded that our dreams are our secret desires, but we're too afraid to do anything about it. I won't mention any specific details, but I seem to keep having the same dream over and over; different scenarios, but the same people, issues, and ending. After thinking about the meaning behind it, I've decided that I'm just going to enjoy them. Because I'm sure as heck not going to act on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to indulge in a game of Zelda. You heard right. There are at least 7 different consoles at my aunt's house, so I might as well try some of them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and something to leave you with: Kevin as a "Gangsta." You're welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R8DHYJ8_e-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZHYXSNFSJ-k/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R8DHYJ8_e-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZHYXSNFSJ-k/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170351590023855074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-9045273183665784989?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/9045273183665784989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=9045273183665784989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/9045273183665784989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/9045273183665784989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-shoot-some-nike.html' title='Let&apos;s shoot some NIKE'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R8DHYJ8_e-I/AAAAAAAAAEA/ZHYXSNFSJ-k/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-5627301108568827441</id><published>2008-02-14T14:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:52:40.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to do that, when I was 10!</title><content type='html'>*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Tough day. I had to wake up early and walk on the cold rain, which is just not fun. Plus multiple other things that I won't go into detail.&lt;br /&gt;This week has just been very trying and I know I have to give it to God, but for some reason, I can't. I can say it out loud and in my head, but I can't seem to let go. And that's a problem. Things are just not working out when I try to control them, and I can see it, and I know it, and I'm not doing anything to change it. We talked about trusting God last night at Cru and that's something I needed to hear. (And Kevin falling was pretty funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is that, maybe if I write it out, I can finally give every aspect of my life to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day - Lying will come back and bite you in the butt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-5627301108568827441?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5627301108568827441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5627301108568827441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5627301108568827441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5627301108568827441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-used-to-do-that-when-i-was-10.html' title='I used to do that, when I was 10!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-3518874122576235330</id><published>2008-02-13T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:50:03.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if my wife put me in foster care?</title><content type='html'>Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was interesting. Some interesting things developed into the wee hours of the morning. I even had some Zombie deja vu (we were all in my room watching The Office!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, I have a paper due on Thursday. And a midterm on Friday, which I haven't even started studying for. The next few days will be amusing to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thought to end the night; the divorce rate in the United States is roughly 11%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-3518874122576235330?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/3518874122576235330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=3518874122576235330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3518874122576235330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3518874122576235330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-if-my-wife-put-me-in-foster-care.html' title='What if my wife put me in foster care?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-8540938238300967695</id><published>2008-02-09T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T01:19:36.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hostage</title><content type='html'>So, tonight was definitely a night for the scrapbooks. Let's just say it started with some saran wrap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls decided it would be crazy fun to "prank" the guys during their Gambling with God night. We had everything planned out; the water balloons were full, the car pens were ready, and everything was delegated. Our first stop was VDC Norte....David and Shawn's cars were first. Hamid, our new cop friend, came by to check up on a 911 call  (us) but it was all good. He even let us tag his car a little. Then the water balloon fight commenced. After we got a few good shots in, they were on to us.&lt;br /&gt;Paul (the friendly next door neighbor) helped us out too! But the guys caught wind of that too. So we had to abort. We left for CV, in attempts to wrap Kevin and Tim's car. Success was at our hands. We even managed to tag their apartments and bikes :) Cherri had to get a picture before we left though, the fatal mistake in our plan.&lt;br /&gt;She took the picture, they jumped out of the cars, and the chase was on. Tim caught up with her, and then Kevin got me too. They tied her up, but we didn't go down without a fight. After many attempted escapes and wrestling matches, a few more visits from Hamid, and another attack from the girls, we ended the night at Jack In The Box.&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, loads of fun, and only minor injuries. But just a warning to the boys: We will have our revenge (not that you guys won or anything).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-8540938238300967695?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/8540938238300967695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=8540938238300967695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8540938238300967695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8540938238300967695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/02/hostage.html' title='Hostage'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6765357524012752991</id><published>2008-02-01T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T01:20:31.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I haven't read the book!"</title><content type='html'>So tomorrow may quite possibly the worst day of my life...&lt;br /&gt;It's the big move day. And you know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a happier note -- Zombie dream. But this wasn't your typical zombie attack. Laura told me to write it down so I could remember it forever. And that is what I shall do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a normal night. We were laughing at reruns of The Office. Adam, Laura, Kevin, Jin, and I were sitting in my room not paying any attention to the outside world. There was a loud noise downstairs. Fighting maybe. Jin stood up from her bed and said in an annoyed voice, "I guess I should go check that out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all nodded in agreement as she walked towards the door. "Don't get involved I said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded, pulled open the door, then made her way into the hall. Without warning, we heard her screams as she lunged for the open door. But it was too late. She was being dragged by her ankles, shouting in terror. Adam lunged for the door and slammed it shut. "What the heck was that?" he yelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a very calm voice, Kevin said, "Zombies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a second thought Adam stood up and in strong voice said, "I stashed some guns downstairs. I can get to them before they get too strong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam," Laura finally chimed in. " I don't think that's such a good idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be fine. Don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he was gone. Kevin was pacing through the room muttering things. "Have to think of a plan...not the right time....what are we going to do...we're trapped...I haven't read the book!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a loud shout from downstairs. Then Kevin's phone started to ring. "Hello? Yeah. Okay. Okay. I'm coming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who was that?" I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adam's trapped downstairs. I'm going to help him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," Laura said firmly. "You can't go down there." She bent down, reached under the bed and pulled out a machete. She saw the shocked look on both mine and Kevin's faces and replied, "For emergencies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't go. What if something happens?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay," she said. "I've read the book."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened the door, and within seconds she saw Jin rounding the corner. Kevin whipped around his head, but before he could warn Laura that she was infected, she had already taken her machete and chopped Jin's arm off. Zombie Jin fell to the ground, certainly not dead, but it gave Laura an opportunity to run down the stairs. Kevin shut the door behind her. By this time I was crying, the only thing I could say was, "What are we going to do? We're going to die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could hear the banging through the walls. They were surrounding us and it wouldn't be long before they would break down the door. Kevin looked over at me finally and said, "I have a plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumped on the bed, threw open the window, took a step back, then kicked the screen out. He climbed out and waved at me to follow.  I stepped out onto the roof, and found that we were 3 stories up, not very far, but still along way to jump. As we looked over the edge, Kevin and I saw Adam and Laura run out of the building, a mob of zombies close behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kevin, what are we supposed to do? We can't jump."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. I came prepared. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin had a parachute, a very odd thing to have, but useful nonetheless. He strapped himself in, and with one last glance, turned around, grabbed me around the waist, and parachuted us off to catch up with Laura and Adam. It was going to be an interesting few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. I know right. So what does this mean? Are zombies really going to attack? And soon? I don't know for sure, but it's definitely seeming like a real possibility now. Hopefully I'll have a continuance tonight and find out what happens to us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6765357524012752991?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6765357524012752991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6765357524012752991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6765357524012752991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6765357524012752991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-havent-read-book.html' title='&quot;I haven&apos;t read the book!&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6994810218912126047</id><published>2008-01-27T16:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T16:24:32.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Rain Go Away</title><content type='html'>I have officially done everything I could do to avoid my homework. After going to church this morning, (Newsong -- pretty good stuff) eating, cleaning and reorganizing my entire room, Lost, talking to people, and checking all my mail and what not, I now realize that I must complete 4 sections of math, read 2 chapters in my psych book, STUDY, and do some writing. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;-- CLEAN DESK --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R50fBfC-b2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/cGia-6ROR0o/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R50fBfC-b2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/cGia-6ROR0o/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160314858410766178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have been going on the past few weeks that it's hard to keep track sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Quick Updates:&lt;br /&gt;We're moving!!! (Not somewhere I'm too terribly happy about though)&lt;br /&gt;Doing really well in classes&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I are geniuses -- 202&lt;br /&gt;LOST is the most amazing show ever&lt;br /&gt;I don't have TB&lt;br /&gt;God is good (I have to remind myself sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;I have some pretty amazing friends who are always there for me :)&lt;br /&gt;Zombies will NEVER happen (but in the off chance they do, I'm going with Kevin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that,I'm making it through. Home is still sucking right now, so I'm not to excited about going there next weekend. I know God's in control of the situation. So thanks for all your prayers. And thanks for just being there for me. That means the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6994810218912126047?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6994810218912126047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6994810218912126047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6994810218912126047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6994810218912126047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/01/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain Go Away'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R50fBfC-b2I/AAAAAAAAAD0/cGia-6ROR0o/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-2040033130346462691</id><published>2008-01-22T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T00:45:31.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bernard</title><content type='html'>My 3 day weekend was pretty intense. I traveled to the far lands of Mission Viejo to stay with my aunt and uncle. Many things occurred this weekend that I will never forget. I caught my very first fish. He was a trout and I named him Bernard. I played the wii for the first time. That thing is pretty awesome. And I also got the opportunity to play Super Smash Brothers which was also pretty amazing, even if I lost multiple times (against my 10 year old cousin, nonetheless). Overall I had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Then I get home to find Kevin waiting to scare me. We played some mad Harry Potter game. I almost won, lemme tell you. Next time. I had a good chat with Laura, which always makes my day. And now I'm about to embark upon an hour or 2 of homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midterms are coming up!! Be ready kids :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-2040033130346462691?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/2040033130346462691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=2040033130346462691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2040033130346462691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2040033130346462691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/01/bernard.html' title='Bernard'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-7467817605158318729</id><published>2008-01-16T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T01:21:53.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Triforce</title><content type='html'>"You'll be happy to know my pee was very yellow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote to start off a long overdue blog.  Today was pretty awesome. Classes were easy, and slightly fun. American Idol premiered tonight too! Which just added to my day. And Hallie gave me and Kevin tattoos! (which are pretty legit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we give blood again and I'm wondering if I can beat my time of 3 minutes. I've had at least 400 bottles of water, so that should do it. Hahahaha. I'll post the official times afterward.&lt;br /&gt;And on a sad note, after an amazing season, Colts lost their first playoff game against the Chargers on Sunday. 28-24. It was a bummer, but under no circumstances will I ever support Green Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND to make everything 100% better, I get to visit my aunt this weekend. Lemme tell you...that will be one fantastical visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then my friends, keep my family in your prayers. We're headed for some rough times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-7467817605158318729?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/7467817605158318729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=7467817605158318729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7467817605158318729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7467817605158318729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/01/youll-be-happy-to-know-my-pee-was-very.html' title='Triforce'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-1124963089592041611</id><published>2008-01-13T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T12:35:19.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>39B</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My first assignment for my writing class. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I should probably start my blog, seeing as it was due 2 hours and 27 minutes ago. So here it goes. My name is Jessica Barcellano and no, it's not Italian OR Spanish. I was born right here in Newport Beach, but I've moved around a lot. I currently live in Menifee, CA which most of you have probably never heard of before. It's basically an hour inland and a tad north. Riverside county, if that helps. I moved there about 5 years ago, and let me tell you, there's STILL nothing to do. But I love it anyways. My home is filled with many people: my parents, and my three younger brothers. And to help the boy population in my family along, I have three older male cousins and three younger male cousins. Insane, right? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have a fairly large social group going on back at home and I'm making my way over here in Irvine. Even though we live in the middle of nowhere, we still manage to have fun. I am still in awe at how we do it. So, now I'm back in the O.C. pursuing something close to my heart. Math. That's right. I am one of the only 5 math majors on campus. Okay, that's an exaggeration. But I'm pretty sure it's under 5% at least. And with that degree, I want to teach; high school Calculus to be more specific. My hobbies consist of music, reading, football (go Colts!), hiking, gaming, and anything fun, but not too crazy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Music controls a large part of my life. So as long as it's decent, I'm down for anything. The television also has a strong hold over me. I can say with certainty that I am thoroughly addicted to over 15 shows. I'm currently catching up on Lost (because who can resist it?) I'm also a Grey's fan, The Office, Heroes, and basically anything on during Prime time. Reading is a favorite pass time of mine. I absolutely adore Hamlet and Macbeth. To Kill A Mockingbird and Wuthering Heights were amazing reads. But to be quite honest, there are a few authors that I refuse to read anymore: Earnest Hemingway and Jane Austin top the list. Weekends in Irvine are pretty relaxed. I'm either doing homework, in an intense battle of Halo or Kart, or just over at a friends dorm/apartment. There is the occasional outdoor activity and the definite Sunday football games. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And if I could have a superpower, I would love to be able to shoot spaghetti out of my fingertips. Not really, but the power to heal would be pretty neat. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My past English classes were interesting in their own way. Freshman and Senior year dominated. They were by far the most interactive and that, to me, is very important. Sophomore year was overloaded with work and Junior year was just plain and boring. But I did learn loads, and hopefully that will show. We wrote a lot about Nature Junior year, and that was lame. Shakespeare dominated Senior year. We even ended up making a movie, incorporating all of the books we read into a unique storyline. And that was by far the best part of Senior year. I wrote somewhat about Utopia and Dystopia during high school, but I'm excited to learn more about the subject. I am a little worried about essays, because I am not the strongest writer, but hopefully that will all change this quarter. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So now this thing is 2 hours and 57 minutes late, but who's counting?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-1124963089592041611?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/1124963089592041611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=1124963089592041611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1124963089592041611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1124963089592041611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/01/39b.html' title='39B'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-4901152828269601644</id><published>2008-01-01T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T18:44:34.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpback Whales</title><content type='html'>New Year's Resolutions for 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow in my relationship with God&lt;br /&gt;Run 15 miles&lt;br /&gt;Swim in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Make someone smile everyday&lt;br /&gt;Write letters to people&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the past&lt;br /&gt;Guard my heart&lt;br /&gt;Be friendly with everyone&lt;br /&gt;Be understanding&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge people&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry&lt;br /&gt;Go to a fair!&lt;br /&gt;Laugh&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the people God has put in my life&lt;br /&gt;Love cautiously&lt;br /&gt;Remember that everything happens for a reason, even if I don't like it&lt;br /&gt;Have fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 was a hard year. I met so many people, and lost a lot too. I'm trying to think back to how I felt exactly one year ago, and I felt excited. And right now I feel nervous. So much has changed in the last year that it's scary to think where I was. But I am moving forward with my life! And that's a good thing. So here's to the new year! Enjoy 2008, because it'll only come once :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-4901152828269601644?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/4901152828269601644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=4901152828269601644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4901152828269601644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4901152828269601644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2008/01/humpback-whales.html' title='Humpback Whales'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-4249871464809731806</id><published>2007-12-27T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:40:15.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocket Can</title><content type='html'>What if everything you ever dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Came&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;ROCKET CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha. Just needed a laugh. Well, winter break has been eventful so far. I've been sick the majority of it. So that's always fun. Then there was my dad's surprise heart attack. Pretty scary stuff if you ask me. Christmas was good. It was different though. Like, I woke up and I wasn't jumping out of my skin like normal. I guess that's just part of growing up.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was awesome. Ice Skating in Esco. Then In n Out. And to top that all off....funny crazy games at Ashlee's house. I am the most intense samurai that you will ever meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R3RCHU9jZuI/AAAAAAAAADk/9_HTMluNA3M/s1600-h/n678800769_555777_6977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R3RCHU9jZuI/AAAAAAAAADk/9_HTMluNA3M/s320/n678800769_555777_6977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148812967644718818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, Kevin. This is what you missed out on!&lt;br /&gt;Today's going to be an interesting day. Ashlee's house again, which is going to be awesomely insane. And some other less pleasant stuff will be happening. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be back at school. I don't want to think about anything else. I don't want to deal with anything else. I love my time here, but I'm done. If that makes me weak and a coward, then I'm okay with that. Things are just too complicated and frustrating. Ahhhh. I can hardly think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, this weekend should be interesting. Hopefully "Juno" is going to happen on Saturday. And some other events as well. Looking forward to it. Nine more days until school! Thank goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-4249871464809731806?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/4249871464809731806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=4249871464809731806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4249871464809731806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4249871464809731806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/12/rocket-can.html' title='Rocket Can'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R3RCHU9jZuI/AAAAAAAAADk/9_HTMluNA3M/s72-c/n678800769_555777_6977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6884224722635526260</id><published>2007-12-23T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T13:09:56.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>So I've been home for about a week now. It's weird not seeing all my UCI friends everyday, but less than 2 weeks kids :)&lt;br /&gt;Grades...ehhh. Well I did my best&lt;br /&gt;Math 2B : A&lt;br /&gt;Psychology : C-&lt;br /&gt;Physics Lab : C&lt;br /&gt;Physics: F&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next quarter will be better. Currently I am signed up for&lt;br /&gt;Math 2D&lt;br /&gt;Math 2J&lt;br /&gt;Writing 39B&lt;br /&gt;Psychology 11B&lt;br /&gt;And I expect to get 2 A's and 2 B's respectively. We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a long time since I've been home, but everyday I wake up thinking one day closer to going back. I don't know. Right now it'll be 14 days until I return. But until then, I will have to fill my time with endless trivia, reading, studying (hahaha) and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday is the big hangout. Ice Skating then movie/bon fire/spa sesh (In the words of miss Rood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Kevin is coming down, so I'll get to annoy him for a few days. And possibly punch him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's just another week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, today's games were amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Colts beat the Texans&lt;br /&gt;Packers got PWNED by the Bears&lt;br /&gt;Miami lost to the Patriots, but it was funny watching Brady throw 2 interceptions, a fumble, 2 or 3 sacks and not scoring at all in the second half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chargers game tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6884224722635526260?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6884224722635526260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6884224722635526260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6884224722635526260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6884224722635526260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/12/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-7700097450275556534</id><published>2007-12-18T11:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:39:00.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Currently</title><content type='html'>Currently I am sitting in my den area thinking about how little I have to do. And what better way to fill your time then by listening to Relient K and typing out the updates of your life on Facebook. I am now 18, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 1 day. I am 5'5'' (a whole two inches shorter than my drivers license says) and I recently tried to die my hair blonde. Thankfully it did not work. I reside in Menifee, California (Land of the Dirt) but live in Irvine, California. I just failed my first class, and despite the disappointment, I am quite pleased with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school (UCI) I have some pretty sweet friends. And I can officially say that I have turned. As you may remember in high school I was the band kid, academic kid, track kid, and homecoming princess. So to sum that up, a little above average on the popularity scale (but who's looking really?) Now in college, I am no longer the band kid, academics have gone out the window, I don't think there is a homecoming here and track is nonexistent. What I am though is a through and through Video game nerd, internet fanatic, technology weirdo, and God loving child. And I am proud of it. I would like to thank my converts; Kevin for teaching me his Halo ways and insane obsession with all things Zelda, Travis and Nick for getting me hooked on Mario Cart, Jin for Final Fantasy 10 and the never ending debate between playstation and Nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have continued to step into my faith more and more each day. I am part of The CCC or Campus Crusade for Christ or more commonly, Cru. So many people in this group have already influenced my life. To list everybody would cause major carpal tunnel syndrome. I think I'll just stick to tagging. But I definitely thank God everyday that I am part of this group. And I cannot wait to see what the rest of this year holds for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Boys. Gah. Is there any other way to describe them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my first class. Physics 7A or as I have been known to call it, the devil. Even with studying I received a 36% on the first midterm. And with out studying, I am proud to say that I got an 11% on the final. If you're going to fail a class, aim for the Mega super mondo extreme F (which is what I got) Math is great. Definitely where I want to be. Way better than anything I could have planned myself. And I'm glad I found the only other math major on Campus ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't forget my Menifee homies. Despite the fact that we live in the middle of nowhere, we always manage to find good times :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I can say now that I have truly found myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-7700097450275556534?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/7700097450275556534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=7700097450275556534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7700097450275556534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7700097450275556534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/12/currently.html' title='Currently'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-2158379482287576543</id><published>2007-12-11T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T09:48:01.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Time</title><content type='html'>"2 minutes in heaven is better than 1 minute in heaven"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WGOohBytKTU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-2158379482287576543?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/2158379482287576543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=2158379482287576543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2158379482287576543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/2158379482287576543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/12/business-time.html' title='Business Time'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-8793274095877371521</id><published>2007-12-11T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T09:37:03.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>Are awful. Well, at least physics [which is STILL the devil]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeeectures from the concert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LtnBD9pI/AAAAAAAAADc/hmV4vi3u1_k/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LtnBD9pI/AAAAAAAAADc/hmV4vi3u1_k/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142771808931673746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LX3BD9nI/AAAAAAAAADM/HfyfxQEniUs/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LX3BD9nI/AAAAAAAAADM/HfyfxQEniUs/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142771435269518962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LT3BD9mI/AAAAAAAAADE/4bGakw1DRdM/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LT3BD9mI/AAAAAAAAADE/4bGakw1DRdM/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142771366550042210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LPXBD9lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WZaHfGDwC30/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LPXBD9lI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WZaHfGDwC30/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142771289240630866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LJ3BD9kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Xc2sCtuhmUA/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LJ3BD9kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Xc2sCtuhmUA/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142771194751350338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LFXBD9jI/AAAAAAAAACs/jZf-545TDcg/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LFXBD9jI/AAAAAAAAACs/jZf-545TDcg/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142771117441938994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17K9XBD9iI/AAAAAAAAACk/nARScRqxAGc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17K9XBD9iI/AAAAAAAAACk/nARScRqxAGc/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142770980002985506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-8793274095877371521?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/8793274095877371521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=8793274095877371521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8793274095877371521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/8793274095877371521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/12/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R17LtnBD9pI/AAAAAAAAADc/hmV4vi3u1_k/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-3838530978888066329</id><published>2007-12-06T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T18:08:10.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rubix Cube</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZwlFy43cCMU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZwlFy43cCMU&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically this will be me in like a week. I've been practicing like mad crazy and I can do it in under 5 minutes. We will see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-3838530978888066329?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/3838530978888066329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=3838530978888066329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3838530978888066329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/3838530978888066329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-basically-this-will-be-me-in-like.html' title='Rubix Cube'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-1038251862422335065</id><published>2007-12-01T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T13:39:08.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>So I am currently sitting in the ICS computer lab contemplating doing my math homework. I am also thinking about a heck of a lot of stuff I have to get through in the next few weeks before finals. Basically, I'm going to fail my physics class. And the sad part is I really don't care. Math is bomb. I totally pwned Kevin in the face. [What now???!!] And to top things off, I am thoroughly confused about everything. I just don't know anymore. What should I do? How should I do it? LAME. Sometimes, college sucks. Anyways, besides this week being the best week of my entire life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relient K and Switchfoot concert&lt;br /&gt;A on my second math test&lt;br /&gt;A few nights of some really good sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some sucky stuff has happened too. I don;t know what the heck is up with my parents....and I don't want to know. I juts want to stay as far away as possible. Does that make me a bad person? Or just someone who doesn't want to deal with whatever the heck it is. I know everything will work out according to God's will, but I hate the in between of being around both of them when they can't even look at each other. I wish I could just tell them to GROW UP! But I can't. Just keep my family in your prayers. I don't want another sucky Christmas. One was bad enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on. Tonights agenda is kinda interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now: homework&lt;br /&gt;Later: Room cleaning, lowering my bed&lt;br /&gt;Even later: maybe some studying&lt;br /&gt;7 pm: Dinner at Red Lobster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's good! Sorry for not posting [Kevin] I do have a life though.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha Just kidding [maybe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and pictures from the concert will be put up later...maybe even today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-1038251862422335065?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/1038251862422335065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=1038251862422335065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1038251862422335065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1038251862422335065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/12/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-4155856227074057414</id><published>2007-11-24T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:18:43.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitions.</title><content type='html'>Gossip: idle talk or rumor, esp. about the personal or private affairs of others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama: any situation or series of events having vivid, emotional, conflicting, or striking interest or results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance:  The condition of being uneducated, unaware, or uninformed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid: lacking ordinary quickness and keenness of mind; dull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few definitions so there is no confusion as to what I am talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a lengthy discussion with my mother I have come to the conclusion that gossip does not die when you turn 18. In fact, it worsens. Adults are your middle school and highschool friends combined with an added feeling of independece and douchebaggyness. What I am still failing to understand is why. Why is it that when you reach this pivitol moment in your life you feel a need to be catty, shady, and other words of the sort?  I thought we were responsible adults who could be open with others and at least be civil. But thank you for proving me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip brings nothing but pain. anger, and hurt feelings. If you are not part of the problem and not part of the solution you should have NOTHING to talk about. If you have questions or concerns, take them up with the people directly involved. Don't be coniving and snarky [Yeah, snarky, it's a word. Google it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant, not to be confused with stupid, talk is nothing more than nonsense. Seriously?? Get a life. Or at least get out of other peoples. Your "help" or whatever you want to call it, is NOT appreciated or wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please and Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-4155856227074057414?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/4155856227074057414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=4155856227074057414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4155856227074057414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4155856227074057414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/11/definitions.html' title='Definitions.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-667815925334853417</id><published>2007-11-16T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T17:52:16.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning</title><content type='html'>Do not sleep when you are hungry. Because trust me, you will wake up 10 times hungrier...and grosser [if I can say that]. Beowulf soon! So you know how that is :D More updates later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-667815925334853417?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/667815925334853417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=667815925334853417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/667815925334853417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/667815925334853417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/11/warning.html' title='Warning'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-1861040731923027092</id><published>2007-11-08T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T17:14:25.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cause I already posted in Facebook...</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's crazy how life gets so complicated so fast. One day everything seems fairly nice, going smoothly, you seem unstoppable, or at least pretty strong. And then BAM. Everything changes. I know change is supposed to be good, but sometimes it's hard to see the bigger picture when you are so focused on the here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complication-to make complex, intricate, involved, or difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult??? I don't want things to be difficult. I don't want my life to be complicated. I want to have fun. I want to be a crazy college freshman, my only worries being whether or not I'm going to fail my physics class (which is looking like a definite yes). Things are not supposed to be complicated for a very very long while. Part of me wished that things were different. But I have this situation and I'm not willing to change. Does that make me selfish or just self destructive? I don't know. I guess I'm both. I mean, I keep coming back to this same situation. I've done this before and it didn't end well. So what makes me think that this time will be different? How am I not going to end up broken again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Everything is so unanswered. I have no answers. I just have my faith. And some good "sad" music. And chocolate. And that is a recipe for a good long cry...and maybe a few pounds in between. I guess I have to put my faith in God. I have to realize that his plan is so much bigger than me or anything I can imagine. I know things are going to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11&lt;br /&gt;"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have to take a leap in faith. And I'm willing to do that. Because I know the prize at the end is something worth complicating my life for. Thank you Jesus for everything you will do to help me through this. Cause I know that it will not be an easy task.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-1861040731923027092?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/1861040731923027092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=1861040731923027092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1861040731923027092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1861040731923027092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/11/cause-i-already-posted-in-facebook.html' title='Cause I already posted in Facebook...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-7512620444411454864</id><published>2007-11-05T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T14:57:33.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All nighters</title><content type='html'>Are never a good idea. Especially when you have a  midterm in less than 2 days. Not cool guys. 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I love it. And I don't at the same time. There are so many things going on that it's hard to keep up. Cru has definately taken up most of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/Ryzhaf4hFyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JPld1Qqc9TM/s1600-h/n6027967_35668079_3424.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128721921019549474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/Ryzhaf4hFyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JPld1Qqc9TM/s320/n6027967_35668079_3424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzhSP4hFxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0W6nWnaNnRU/s1600-h/n1046070097_30006739_3547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128721779285628690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzhSP4hFxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0W6nWnaNnRU/s320/n1046070097_30006739_3547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Swing "Dancing" the night away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzhMv4hFwI/AAAAAAAAABs/VODS01UaIEY/s1600-h/n6027967_35683733_1136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128721684796348162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzhMv4hFwI/AAAAAAAAABs/VODS01UaIEY/s320/n6027967_35683733_1136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Kevin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzgC_4hFvI/AAAAAAAAABk/_cycQ0fpPKs/s1600-h/Twister+partay+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128720417780995826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzgC_4hFvI/AAAAAAAAABk/_cycQ0fpPKs/s320/Twister+partay+021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knotts "SCARY" Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzfyP4hFuI/AAAAAAAAABc/WEpvTCurZdM/s1600-h/knotts+scary+farm+056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128720130018186978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzfyP4hFuI/AAAAAAAAABc/WEpvTCurZdM/s320/knotts+scary+farm+056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies Night Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/Ryzfbv4hFtI/AAAAAAAAABU/KOKvyoPRKJM/s1600-h/knotts+scary+farm+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128719743471130322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/Ryzfbv4hFtI/AAAAAAAAABU/KOKvyoPRKJM/s320/knotts+scary+farm+033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast/Twister Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/Ryze6P4hFsI/AAAAAAAAABM/OWzjKmH7FAY/s1600-h/Twister+partay+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128719167945512642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/Ryze6P4hFsI/AAAAAAAAABM/OWzjKmH7FAY/s320/Twister+partay+050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FALL-OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzeUf4hFrI/AAAAAAAAABE/UkhcOKyoFr0/s1600-h/n6027967_35624564_1217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128718519405450930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzeUf4hFrI/AAAAAAAAABE/UkhcOKyoFr0/s320/n6027967_35624564_1217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabin 25 Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/Ryzd2P4hFqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nD2Pe7nOwLE/s1600-h/n6027967_35624606_1364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128717999714408098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/Ryzd2P4hFqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/nD2Pe7nOwLE/s320/n6027967_35624606_1364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broomball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzdNP4hFoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Pkpys5B1EQ0/s1600-h/n6027967_35431582_5343.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128717295339771522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/RyzdNP4hFoI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Pkpys5B1EQ0/s320/n6027967_35431582_5343.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crusade Bonfire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/Ryzcrf4hFnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/APA5BNTHNJU/s1600-h/beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128716715519186546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/Ryzcrf4hFnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/APA5BNTHNJU/s320/beach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically what's been going on so far. Lots of crazy awesomness, plus way more. College is definately amazing! And I know that these next few years will be the best of my life. Looking forward to many many more good times.&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 align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/6496684705460849568-5209081160116966267?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/5209081160116966267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=5209081160116966267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5209081160116966267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/5209081160116966267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/Ryzhaf4hFyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/JPld1Qqc9TM/s72-c/n6027967_35668079_3424.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-7566813270074570481</id><published>2007-10-26T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T01:57:38.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week</title><content type='html'>This has definately been an interesting, long, and busy week. Monday started off as any other day, besides the fact that fires were burning everywhere and I almost died from smoke inhalation. I skipped a class [I feel like a rebel] and we had our Monday night tv extravaganza; Heroes and Chuck. Tuesday. Well, that's just a boring day. Wednesday was involved. I played tennis for the firsst time in months and I wasn't too bad. I decided that I was a 2....on a scale of 1-10 that is. I decided that instead if spending 15 minutes walking from the ARC it would be faster to take the shuttle. WRONG. It is not faster to take the shuttle. It is 30 minutes longer to take the shuttle, leaving me with a grand total of 45 minutes to get home. Lame. And I found out that Vangaurd is shut down for the week. Even lamer. We're closer to the fire and we have worse air quality, yet I still had to suffer through 2 midterms this week. [One which I failed and one that if I don't pass I will severely hurt someone]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cru was crazy good, like always. Awesome worship except for the last song [hahahaha Adam] Passion tea lemonaide is NOT good, but completely addicting. And Physics sucks completely. If anyone gets higher than a 40 I'm going to scream. Math midterm tomorrow for which I am doing some mad studying for, not that I need it. And to top everything off, Fall Out is tomorrow, or today I guess. I'm sure I'll sleep on the ride up there. I'm pretty sure our car is going to be the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm sitting at my desk, waiting for my roommate to come back and trying my best to not think about math, I am contemplating sleep right now. It's 1:52 and I have to wake up at 7 to shower and pack and do many other things. And to top it all off, I'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I've had a lot of things on my mind, mainly, my patience with God. It's something I am severely lacking in right now. Hopefully this weekend will bring new light to this problem. And hopefully I'll make some new friends too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin-Before I forget, I still have your camera and your $3. But I'm warning you, I just might have to start charging you for having to carry all this stuff around. Not cool man, not cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-7566813270074570481?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/7566813270074570481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=7566813270074570481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7566813270074570481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/7566813270074570481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-week.html' title='This week'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-1163788642990611820</id><published>2007-10-23T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T16:37:54.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Physics</title><content type='html'>Is definately the devil. It's right there with Aleks. Evilevilevil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-1163788642990611820?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/1163788642990611820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=1163788642990611820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1163788642990611820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/1163788642990611820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/10/physics.html' title='Physics'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-6580440828727595040</id><published>2007-10-22T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:10:05.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>Well, as you all know,  fires are currently attacking the Irvine area. I just heard from somewhat reliable source that if it jumps the freeway, we will be evacuated. Scary stuff. There are crazy amounts of ash outside and the smoke is sufficating. Kind of. San Diego has been evacuated as well as Malibu and the Arrowhead area. It's only a matter of time. Moving on. Today was an okay day. I "accidentally" missed my Psych discussion. Oh well. Math was lame, just like always and I still have to figure out some financial aid stuff. Other than that, everything is well. This weekend will be the first that I am not going home. A little sad, but hopefully both my parents and I will manage. Keeping everyone in my prayers, especially those who have already lost their homes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-6580440828727595040?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/6580440828727595040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=6580440828727595040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6580440828727595040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/6580440828727595040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/10/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496684705460849568.post-4718476456437379892</id><published>2007-10-19T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T20:15:20.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally did it.</title><content type='html'>Ha. I finally made a lovely little blog; a place where  can  post anything and where people can read it, I guess. Well then, I shall begin. College is fun in a different sort of way. So many things are going on that it's hard to keep track of. Campus Crusade is amazing and I am definately blessed to be part of this group. I've made sme pretty awesome friends here and I definately look forward to see what the future holds for me. Classes are so-so; boring and a little awful all at the same time. I can barely stay awake. (most of the time) But it's fine. I miss my family and friends at home a lot, but I try not to think about it too much. I'm  managing it alright though. Ha. I took the train home for the first time today and it was definately intense. Actually, to be honest, I enjoyed it. We'll see how that pans out. I keep having to find rides home since, you know. Well, I think that's what I'm most sad about. I mean, there were so many plans. Everything was planned out; everything was supposed to be perfect. But that just goes to show you that you can't always have all of the answers. Sometimes life throws you something and you just have to manage. And I guess that I just have to keep going one day at a time. It's not so bad after you egt used to it and fill your life with other, better things. Moving on, I am currently attending the wonderful UCI in the even more wonderful OC. It's definately a change from little old Menifee, but I like it. Well, I think that will suffice tonight. I'm sure I will have plenty more to write about in the coming days. I have to figure this thing out. Darn you Kevin and your stupid blog addiction. Now I am too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6496684705460849568-4718476456437379892?l=jesssikkkka.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/feeds/4718476456437379892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6496684705460849568&amp;postID=4718476456437379892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4718476456437379892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6496684705460849568/posts/default/4718476456437379892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jesssikkkka.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I finally did it.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02214021263775538095</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_0wyUL0nDDWs/R_ecgjc5HqI/AAAAAAAAAFU/v0H85scHVnY/S220/beach.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
