<?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-8377796089717368069</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:24:04.872-08:00</updated><category term='randomness'/><category term='moving'/><category term='list'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='ohsograteful'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='merrychristmas'/><category term='bffs'/><category term='today'/><category term='bakenshake'/><category term='hope'/><category term='job'/><category term='alookback'/><category term='family'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='twilight'/><category term='10forTuesday'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='adorable'/><category term='scrappin&apos;'/><category term='tv'/><category term='lovelythings'/><category term='edwardcullen'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='football'/><category term='relief'/><category term='goodfinds'/><category term='ohhappyday'/><category term='update'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='oheight'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='mythoughts'/><category term='shopaholic'/><category term='2for2uesday'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='3forThursday'/><category term='newyear'/><category term='life'/><category term='lifeisgood'/><category term='greys'/><category term='3forTuesday'/><category term='4forFriday'/><category term='wedding stuff'/><category term='wreck &apos;em'/><category term='letting go'/><category term='love'/><category term='unpacking'/><title type='text'>simply complicated.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>243</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6496231548520149301</id><published>2011-04-17T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T06:24:37.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausted,</title><content type='html'>I am exhausted.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is truly no other word.  Complete exhaustion.  It doesn't matter if I get to sleep 5 hours or 10 hours, still exhausted.  I keep telling myself less than a month, less than a month...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer brings hope and promise.  It also brings worry and stress.  I have an 8-week externship this summer.  I hope I like it.  I haven't really thought too much about it yet, but thoughts are starting to swirl in my head.  My biggest joy though is getting those 8 weeks off from school.  I'll still have an online class, but I won't have to set foot on campus.  That is just awesome sauce.  Pure awesomesauce.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dream of grilling burgers, baking some sweet potato fries, raising the windows, and having a cold one.  I dream of scrapbooks and reading and lounging on the weekends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope summer lives up to my expectations.  I need a fun, relaxing, but productive summer.  It's my last one before the real world truly starts.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-6496231548520149301?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6496231548520149301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6496231548520149301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6496231548520149301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6496231548520149301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2011/04/exhausted.html' title='Exhausted,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1718319353688403933</id><published>2011-01-19T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:43:52.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a little somethin'...</title><content type='html'>1. I wish...graduation was closer.  I can't wait to move closer to family &amp;amp; get a real job!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Yesterday I...started my externship.  And loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Today I will...go to sleep, since today is almost over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Tomorrow I will...work with little kiddos, attend meetings, and celebrate Jen's birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Maybe...I will actually stay ahead of the game this semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Someday...I will be able to DVR my favorite shows!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I love...the fact that soon I will be getting a new phone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1718319353688403933?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1718319353688403933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1718319353688403933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1718319353688403933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1718319353688403933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2011/01/little-somethin.html' title='a little somethin&apos;...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2082264682254158000</id><published>2010-10-29T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T08:01:08.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trick or treat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{one} have you ever seen a ghost?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;nope.  i don't even like to think about these things.  paranormal stuff freaks me out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{two} when was the last time you dressed up for halloween?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;a very very long time ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{three} what is your favorite candy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;i always have a bag of those mellowcreme pumpkins.  unfortunately, i also eat the entire bag, pretty much by myself.  hello calories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{four} did you have a favorite costume growing up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;first things first, i hated dressing up.  i hated trick or treating.  but, i guess my favorite costume was a witch - since i dressed up as a witch at least 4 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{five} did you carve pumpkins this year?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;sadly, no.  apartment living isn't really conducive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{six} what's your favorite scary movie?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;i am not a fan of scary movies.  rephrase, NEW scary movies.  i love love love the old ones from way back in the day where it all looks so fake it couldn't possibly happen like that in real life.  ;)  give me some old-school freddy and michael.  ;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{seven} haunted houses or corn mazes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;neither.  haunted houses scare the crappola out of me.  and i'm terrified of corn mazes.  i have an insane (and irrational) fear that i will get lost and never be found or attacked by a crazy axe murderer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{eight} are you superstitious?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;i'm not superstitious, but i am a little stitious. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{nine} have you ever owned a black cat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;yes! at one point, i think we had maybe 8 (at least!) black cats.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;{ten} what are your plans for this coming halloween?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;absolutely nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-2082264682254158000?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2082264682254158000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2082264682254158000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2082264682254158000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2082264682254158000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='trick or treat.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6071849234949890457</id><published>2010-09-25T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T20:45:20.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random fives,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. What's your comfort food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hands down - potato soup.  I crave it all the time and could eat it every single day for every meal if I could.  It makes me instantly happy with the first bite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2. One thing that's on your mind right now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I have managed to sit here in the same exact spot all day long.  Literally.  Haven't moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3. What's the best advice you've ever received?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4. If you found $10 today, what would you do with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a lil' trip down to the yogurt shop.  And buy lunch this week with the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5. What is your least favorite thing to clean in your house?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I say EVERYTHING?  Cause it really is everything.  If I had to choose though - probably dishes.  Just not a fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-6071849234949890457?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6071849234949890457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6071849234949890457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6071849234949890457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6071849234949890457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/09/random-fives.html' title='random fives,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-7142024989967919464</id><published>2010-09-06T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:47:08.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all over the place,</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've actually accomplished something today.  Paper written, two quizzes taken, notecards made, two loads of laundry.  I still have tons to do, but at least I feel like the day wasn't a complete waste (which is normally how my days tend to progress).  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm feeling down and out still.  Not enjoying school/clinic.  Worrying about not enjoying school/clinic.  Annoyed that I'm not enjoying school/clinic.  I keep telling myself it's only week three.  To give it some time.  But I'm a dreamer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In fact, my greatest dream would be this: to move to a huge city (think San Francisco, Boston, or Chicago), get an apartment with exposed brick in a cozy part of town with streetlights and trees, work at some company doing who knows what (preferably something where I have my own desk and do lots of stuff on the computer/paperwork - I'm a weirdo, I know this), go out to dinner every single night (and order in some nights), and do all sorts of fun things (like go to a baseball game, farmer's market, grab a coffee every morning from the local cafe).  However, I know this will never ever ever ever happen.  Which is why it is a dream.  But sometimes, you just really want a dream to come true.  :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to start working out.  I need to start cooking more.  I need to keep my apartment clean.  I need to keep up with schoolwork.  I need I need I need.  I need too much.  I don't know how to manage time, therefore, I don't know how to manage doing everything that needs to get done.  Maybe one day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-7142024989967919464?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/7142024989967919464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=7142024989967919464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7142024989967919464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7142024989967919464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-over-place.html' title='all over the place,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-5271033485304980123</id><published>2010-08-31T14:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T14:28:32.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desperate,</title><content type='html'>I still suck at time management.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've accomplished very little today.  And I got home at 12:30.  Suckfest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got the 'poor me' syndrome today.  Not enjoying life like I should.  Nervous/worried/anxious over clinic and class.  Wishing I was finished instead of still in stupid school.  I know I need to buck up and do it.  But saying it is far easier than doing it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm in desperate need of inspiration.  DESPERATE.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-5271033485304980123?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/5271033485304980123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=5271033485304980123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5271033485304980123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5271033485304980123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/08/desperate.html' title='desperate,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3405371488970443429</id><published>2010-08-15T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T17:47:48.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time management,</title><content type='html'>I really want to get better at time management.  I'm just not sure where to start.  Let me just say I suck at all things domestic.  I never get laundry done when I need to, I hate cooking, and I put cleaning off until everything is disgusting.  I feel like if I do a little every day, and learn to manage my time well, I will be so less stressed!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've thought about doing  schedule type thing, but I rarely stick to that.  So not sure what I need to do.  But I need to do something!  My poor future children are going to be eating cereal for dinner everyday like the hubs currently does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a different note, I had my first experience today with geriatric patients.  I won't say I loved it because I didn't.  But, I greatly enjoyed it.  It was refreshing almost.  It makes me sad in a way, but I really enjoy spending time with older people.  I'm definitely more of an adult person than a kid person I think.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many things I wanted to do this summer that got scrapped thanks to summer school.  But, all in all, it was worth it.  I've learned a lot and I feel loads better about clinic in the fall.  So the sacrifice was worth it in the end.  Now...if it would just get cold!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-3405371488970443429?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3405371488970443429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3405371488970443429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3405371488970443429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3405371488970443429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-management.html' title='time management,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3101617093861040220</id><published>2010-08-07T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T17:55:40.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>staring at goats,</title><content type='html'>A few thoughts from my mind --&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am terrible at time management.  Absolutely terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-all I really want to eat right now is donuts.  Chocolate donuts, sprinkle donuts, regular donuts, donut holes, those white powder donuts from convenience stores.  Just a stinkin' donut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I probably won't get a donut tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-is slightly (read: highly) disappointed with the amount of things I have done the past few days.  Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-summer was depressing this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm excited for the semester to start.  Probably the ONLY person on the planet.  But oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have contemplated multiple times today about going to the convenience store across the street, Sonic, or Starbucks, or Dairy Queen, or the froyo place.  Still haven't gone anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-even though we've already eaten supper tonight, I really want to make potato soup.  I'm a weirdo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-if it does not get cold soon, I'm going to lose my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm off to try to find something to stuff my face with since I'm apparently starving &amp;amp; finish working on what I've been putting off for a month.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. - the title is because the hubs is currently watching the men who stare at goats.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-3101617093861040220?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3101617093861040220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3101617093861040220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3101617093861040220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3101617093861040220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/08/staring-at-goats.html' title='staring at goats,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-5075477814315565878</id><published>2010-07-25T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:39:22.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend thoughts</title><content type='html'>...Had a fabulous weekend!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;+spent three fabulous days with my mama!  I really hate living so far away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+found some really cute stuff on sale!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+ate the greatest cheeseburger of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+tried a few new foods -- fried zucchini, spinach, broccoli stems, &amp;amp; olives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+discovered a new fro-yo place right down the road from my apartment - uh oh!  I've already been twice this weekend.  Raspberry yogurt is the way to my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+made the cutest earrings ever from buttons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+finally got curtains in our apartment.  Big difference!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...I am procrastinating.  RHONJ + FB + blogs = great distractions from planning for the week and writing reports!  I'm discovering how ready I am to be out of school...Ugh...I just want to be in the real world with a real job!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-5075477814315565878?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/5075477814315565878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=5075477814315565878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5075477814315565878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5075477814315565878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/07/weekend-thoughts.html' title='weekend thoughts'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-4940819375283906434</id><published>2010-06-26T14:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:03:19.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>currently...</title><content type='html'>Currently, I am...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...sort of over summer.  It's overrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...obsessed with all things yellow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...wishing I had more time to read.  It makes me sad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...wanting cold weather.  Stat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...still not loving clinic.  Maybe one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...listening to The Black Keys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...craving caffeine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...excited about a baby shower tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...also very excited about a new season of Teen Mom.  Seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...determined to get curtains by the end of next weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...considering getting the Eclipse score.  I'm a geek, I know.  But, seriously, the music surpassed the movie in my opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...reminded every day that life is complicated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...partially broken, but hoping to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...loving the idea of possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...hating the thought of two more years of school.  I want to be finished already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...remembering that in all things - Keep Calm and Carry On.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...thankful for the many blessings I've been given.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...dying for some frozen yogurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...dreaming of a Northwest vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...experiencing leg cramps.  And getting very annoyed by them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...hungry, which is slightly pathetic since it is 12 am.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...going to get a snack.  Who cares about the time?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-4940819375283906434?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/4940819375283906434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=4940819375283906434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4940819375283906434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4940819375283906434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/06/currently.html' title='currently...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1986433598745929892</id><published>2010-06-15T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:32:33.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day,</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the big 24.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In all honesty, it's just another day.  I've never been too big on birthdays.  Just ask my parents.  When I was little, I cried when I had to open gifts and always let my cousins blow out my candles.  So, it's no surprise that I'm still not a huge birthday person.  At least not for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is happening.  It's sad, happy, crazy, boring, insane, complicated, and just wacky.  I keep trying to look on the bright side of things.  Sometimes it's tough.  Especially for a person who prefers darkness.  (Dark colors, nighttime, ya know.  ;))  I ordered a Keep Calm &amp;amp; Carry On poster.  Figured it would give me inspiration in the craziness of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot going on.  But I'm swimming.  Just keep swimming.  And keep calm.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1986433598745929892?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1986433598745929892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1986433598745929892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1986433598745929892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1986433598745929892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-day.html' title='another day,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2822680257806838675</id><published>2010-06-06T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T11:20:32.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>loving lists,</title><content type='html'>lists make me happy - therefore, enjoy this list:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i am a college graduate.  it is still bizarre to thing about.  although, i keep telling myself that means i have to act like an adult.  ;)  not working so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i started graduate school this last week.  i wasn't stressed at first.  i am now.  i hope i survive.  i just want to get it over with!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i got a little birthday/anniversary/graduation gift this weekend.  let me just say, i'm officially in love with my mac.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i want a new bed.  i tend to get stuck on little things i want to change.  right now, it's the bed.  and curtains.  i need curtains.  like tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i hate how every one of these thoughts start with 'i'.  honestly, am i self-centered or what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-this hot weather is killing me.  i am dying to go somewhere colder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-it's looking like a vacation is going to be very difficult this summer.  and i'm really sad.  i've spent the last hour google-ing vacation spots and sighing at my summer plans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-bones is quite possibly the greatest show ever.  well, second to the office.  nothing will ever top jim&amp;amp;pam.  however, booth &amp;amp; bones.  i adore them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-there is nothing greater than a movie including ireland, amy adams, a hot irish dude, and a happy ending.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-four year anniversary is fast approaching.  i'm thinking dinner &amp;amp; the movies would make a perfect date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-i hate to say it, but i feel a grumpy day approaching...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-2822680257806838675?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2822680257806838675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2822680257806838675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2822680257806838675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2822680257806838675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/06/loving-lists.html' title='loving lists,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1341271132219049499</id><published>2010-05-11T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T13:32:05.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/83331430-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/83331430-01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strangely, I'm in love with &lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog_name=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category_name=whatsnew_all&amp;amp;product_id=2083331430&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;these shoes&lt;/a&gt; from Forever 21.  Yeah, totally not my normal style.  But they seem very Serena (i.e. Gossip Girl of course!).  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1341271132219049499?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1341271132219049499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1341271132219049499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1341271132219049499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1341271132219049499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/05/strangely-im-in-love-with-these-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-270426296453028236</id><published>2010-05-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:02:11.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My name is Jessica.  And currently there is one final between me and a college degree.  Excited much?  You could say so.  ;)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow shall consist of one last undergraduate exam, celebratory frozen yogurt, and a lot of joy and relief.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-270426296453028236?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/270426296453028236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=270426296453028236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/270426296453028236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/270426296453028236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-name-is-jessica.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-8096709409985451078</id><published>2010-05-04T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:24:27.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The countdown is on!  Two finals left.  Got my cap &amp;amp; gown.  Graduation is almost here!!  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-8096709409985451078?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/8096709409985451078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=8096709409985451078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8096709409985451078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8096709409985451078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/05/countdown-is-on-two-finals-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1095390917266738099</id><published>2010-04-24T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T17:00:04.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A little randomness...&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I moved!  It's been a bit of a challenge, but I am loving it.  We downsized from a 3 bedroom house to a 1 bedroom apartment.  Big change.  We have entirely too much stuff.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have serious senioritis.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have no motivation.  All I want to do is watch movies and TV shows.  Unfortunately, I can't.  Darn school and your final few weeks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Today was one of my bestie's wedding shower!  It was a super fun time and a wonderful day!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am so ready for summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sonic sweet tea makes everything better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to make a list of things to do this summer.  ;)  I love lists.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glee music makes me smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Presentations don't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1095390917266738099?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1095390917266738099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1095390917266738099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1095390917266738099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1095390917266738099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-randomness.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1920848500222386636</id><published>2010-03-30T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:45:50.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day of twos,</title><content type='html'>Two Random Things about Moi:&lt;div&gt;1. I hate gum.  I like the flavor, but I hate chewing it.  So I will always turn down your offer of gum.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I love getting venti cold drinks at SBux.  After I have finished the drink off, I continue to drink out of the cup for days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Songs I Downloaded Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. 1901 by Phoenix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. All My Life by Foo Fighters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Annoyances Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The fact that half of my music library is now gone.  For good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Hot wind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two Things I Wanted to Do Today, But Didn't:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Watch New Moon.  Or Up in the Air.  Or Twilight.  Something.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Go to the library.  Figured I should study for the four tests I have coming up instead.  Plus, they didn't have the book I really wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1920848500222386636?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1920848500222386636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1920848500222386636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1920848500222386636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1920848500222386636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-of-twos.html' title='a day of twos,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-4779548576008717494</id><published>2010-03-21T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T08:59:36.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bullet point love</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morning coffee makes me happy.  I should make it every morning.  Maybe it would chase the grumpiness away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance workout videos have become my new obsession.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sad that today is that last day of SB.  However, I'm basically caught up on all laundry &amp;amp; cleaning, which makes me very happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going on my very first "girl's trip" this week.  Scary &amp;amp; exciting!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes I wonder what I did with my life before FB.  Probably many many productive things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm craving warm weather.  I want to wear shorts &amp;amp; a tank top.  Be able to run outside with my sunglasses and a ponytail.  Darn you snow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would give anything to be on a beach right this very second.  Wearing said shorts &amp;amp; tank top.  Reading a book.  Drinking lemony water.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-4779548576008717494?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/4779548576008717494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=4779548576008717494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4779548576008717494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4779548576008717494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/03/bullet-point-love.html' title='bullet point love'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2701884564257224400</id><published>2010-02-23T14:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:28:00.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. Thought for the day: There is nothing better than getting a handwritten letter in the mail.  &lt;div&gt;2. Last night...I skipped the Bachelor to work on a presentation, boo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Song of the moment: "In My Arms Instead" by Randy Rogers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Currently I spend too much time...procrastinating, particularly by watching the Olympics or FBing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Party of Five or Dawson's Creek?  Dawson's, hands down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Currently reading: "Sleeping Arrangements" by Madeleine Wickham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. If you could call anyone to chat for 15 minutes (dead or alive), who would you call?: Wow, I'm lucky to be able to call so many wonderful people in my life, so I would say my grandmother who passed away when I was a baby.  Just so I could know what her voice sounds like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Right now I'm craving...the caramel macchiato I'm drinking!  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-2701884564257224400?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2701884564257224400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2701884564257224400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2701884564257224400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2701884564257224400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-7675827924829058391</id><published>2010-02-21T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T06:58:01.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeah right,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw9hl8JwoM1qzkgkeo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 440px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kw9hl8JwoM1qzkgkeo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://summerinjanuaryy.tumblr.com/post/369774916"&gt;-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-7675827924829058391?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/7675827924829058391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=7675827924829058391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7675827924829058391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7675827924829058391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/02/yeah-right.html' title='yeah right,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2581400280523881474</id><published>2010-02-19T20:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T20:38:14.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want it to be May.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want it to be 85 degrees outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to paint my fingernails and toenails yellow and wear my favorite grey flip flops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to go for a run outside through my neighborhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to rearrange my bedroom where my bed is against a wall.  Won't work, which frustrates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to graduate tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to &lt;a href="http://justbesplendid.tumblr.com/post/389963126"&gt;sit in a tree&lt;/a&gt; and read a book.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to pay cheaper rent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to drink sweet sun tea with lemons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want summertime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-2581400280523881474?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2581400280523881474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2581400280523881474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2581400280523881474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2581400280523881474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-it-to-be-may.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3387641474050591627</id><published>2010-02-06T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T06:51:48.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather is depressing me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I normally love winter.  I love wearing sweaters and pea coats and scarves and all that good wintery stuff.  However, here in the great state of TX we normally get around 20ish days of really cold weather.  I enjoy my 20 days and move on.  I have never seen so much snow in my life.  The 14 inches at Christmas pretty much ruined it for me.  Snow overload.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning, I check the weather.  Rain/snow/ice/sleet predicted for at least 9 of the next 15 days.  No.  No.  No.  NO!  I want sunny skies, 85 degrees, flip flops, ponytails, and sundresses.  Is that too much to ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-3387641474050591627?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3387641474050591627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3387641474050591627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3387641474050591627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3387641474050591627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/02/weather-is-depressing-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6245528605068369493</id><published>2010-01-30T07:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T07:51:37.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were,</title><content type='html'>If I were a month, I'd be November.&lt;div&gt;If I were a day of the week, I would be Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a time of the day, I'd be 6:45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a plant, I'd be aloe vera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a sea animal, I'd be a seahorse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a direction, I'd be West.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a recliner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a liquid, I'd be sweet tea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a gemstone, I'd be a pearl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a tree, I'd be a dogwood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a tool, I'd be a ruler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a flower, I'd be a lily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a kind of weather, I'd be a grey sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a musical instrument, I'd be a piano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a color, I'd be grey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were an emotion, I'd be joyful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a fruit, I'd be a lime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a sound, I'd be rain falling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a food, I'd be a pizza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a material, I'd be jersey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a taste, I'd be spicy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were an object, I'd be a notepad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a scent, I'd be vanilla buttercream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a body part, I'd be the clavicle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a facial expression, I'd be a laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a song, I'd be a Lady Gaga tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I were a pair of shoes, I'd be a pair of red heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-6245528605068369493?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6245528605068369493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6245528605068369493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6245528605068369493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6245528605068369493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2010/01/if-i-were.html' title='If I were,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6522956443058206489</id><published>2009-12-31T06:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T06:57:15.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my head,</title><content type='html'>Well, 2009 is almost done.  It's been a crazy sort of year.  Up until the last minute even.  Feels like a very drama-filled year.  It wasn't the worst, but it wasn't the best.  I'm thankful for 2009.  But, I'm really excited about 2010.  I'm looking forward to GRADUATING FROM COLLEGE, beginning graduate school, celebrating the marriage of one of my closest friends, taking a much needed vacation with my Mom, celebrating 24 years of life &amp;amp; 4 years of marriage, and the many ups &amp;amp; downs this next year will inevitably bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a few resolutions.  Cook more.  Save more.  Laugh more.  Work out more.  Slow down and take life as it comes.  Stop worrying so much.  Enjoy each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, nice knowing you 2009!  Welcome 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-6522956443058206489?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6522956443058206489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6522956443058206489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6522956443058206489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6522956443058206489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-my-head.html' title='In my head,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6004966469000733917</id><published>2009-12-29T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:08:41.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>American honey,</title><content type='html'>Well, Christmas definitely did not turn out as I imagined.  Let me just say, a white Christmas isn't as glamorous as one might think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be pretty, but it is not conducive to visiting family &amp;amp; friends in various towns.  Especially after blizzard conditions that left over a foot of snow.  Oh, and did I mention I did NOT pack accordingly?  The weathermen got this one totally wrong.  I checked the night before we left and there was a slight possibility of RAIN.  NOT snow.  So I packed my pretty little peacoat, cute little ballet flats, and girly sweaters.  Hmph, so much for that.  I was stuck in rubber boots that were too big for most of the time.  But thank goodness for those rubber boots.  And thank goodness for four wheel drive.  Without it, I probably wouldn't have seen my family at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, I try to look at the bright side of things - I did get to spend time with my parents who are just amazing.  I miss them more each time though.  It's hard living four hours away, but I know it could be worse [told you, I'm trying to be optimistic!]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even with the snow, I got to spend time with some wonderful people, eat some good food, and watch some pretty snow.  I am just sick of snow.  I am seriously ready for summer.  Like I told the hubs, I love snow and cold weather.  BUT, I do not like icy streets and sidewalks.  No way.  Give me the tank tops, sunglasses, and heat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say we were blessed with some great gifts!  And probably one of the best for me -- I GOT INTO GRADUATE SCHOOL!!!!  I am so excited.  I was seriously worried about it for so long, and now all that worry is gone.  I feel so relieved.  And proud.  Only 2 1/2 more years til I am FINISHED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-6004966469000733917?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6004966469000733917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6004966469000733917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6004966469000733917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6004966469000733917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/12/american-honey.html' title='American honey,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-7590472814924544536</id><published>2009-12-20T18:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:30:44.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-7590472814924544536?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/7590472814924544536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=7590472814924544536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7590472814924544536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7590472814924544536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/12/think-left-and-think-right-and-think.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-8812646802469717141</id><published>2009-12-18T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:09:44.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, please come home,</title><content type='html'>There is nothing better than listening to a few of my favorite Christmas tunes, driving around town, and looking at the amazing Christmas lights!  Seriously.  We saw musical lights and I might have made the hubby drive around 3 times.  I also might have made him stop and stare for about 5 minutes the last time.  Christmas lights are one of my favorite parts of the holiday season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-8812646802469717141?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/8812646802469717141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=8812646802469717141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8812646802469717141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8812646802469717141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/12/baby-please-come-home.html' title='Baby, please come home,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3225671059997897673</id><published>2009-12-13T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:16:46.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatcha say,</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling very random today.  You have been warned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;159 days until I am a college graduate.  How amazing is that?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have discovered that I should not watch movies past 7 pm with the lights off while laying on the couch.  I will fall asleep, everytime.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been entirely too lazy and grouchy today.  I'm not enjoying it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never go to B&amp;amp;N on a Sunday during the holidays.  Too many people take the joy out of book hunting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate getting used to having free time again.  I will constantly find myself freaking out that I should be doing something productive.  When I have nothing productive to do.  Well, besides the laundry &amp;amp; cleaning &amp;amp; all those other domestic duties.  Ha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am obsessed with Gossip Girl.  Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-3225671059997897673?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3225671059997897673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3225671059997897673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3225671059997897673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3225671059997897673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/12/whatcha-say.html' title='Whatcha say,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3764450211147468588</id><published>2009-12-10T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:02:16.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The longest semester of my life is over.  And I survived.  And I'm not a big ball of mush.  It's a miracle.  Now the gruel wait for grades and grad school letter.&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/8377796089717368069-3764450211147468588?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3764450211147468588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3764450211147468588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3764450211147468588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3764450211147468588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/12/longest-semester-of-my-life-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1049423246713522682</id><published>2009-12-06T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T08:14:22.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Things You Want For Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. iTunes gift card (I am addicted)&lt;br /&gt;  2. Starbucks gift card (Yes, seriously)&lt;br /&gt;  3. To get into graduate school, haha!&lt;br /&gt;  4. Time with my family&lt;br /&gt;  5. Knee-high socks &amp;amp; tights&lt;br /&gt;  6. TV on DVD&lt;br /&gt;  7. A humidifier&lt;br /&gt;  8. Books, books, and more books&lt;br /&gt;  9. Uggs (ha, wishing here!)&lt;br /&gt; 10. A new laptop - since mine died (this will probably come next summer though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9 Musicians/Bands You Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;  2. Michael Buble&lt;br /&gt;  3. Carrie Underwood&lt;br /&gt;  4. Three Days Grace&lt;br /&gt;  5. Leighton Meester&lt;br /&gt;  6. Parachute&lt;br /&gt;  7. Avenged Sevenfold&lt;br /&gt;  8. Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;  9. Goo Goo Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things You Do Everyday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Eat&lt;br /&gt;  2. Listen to music&lt;br /&gt;  3. Sleep&lt;br /&gt;  4. Drink a Diet DP&lt;br /&gt;  5. Talk to my mom&lt;br /&gt;  6. Check FB&lt;br /&gt;  7. Breathe&lt;br /&gt;  8. Daydream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7 Things You Enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Pandora radio&lt;br /&gt;  2. College football&lt;br /&gt;  3. Reading&lt;br /&gt;  4. The Office&lt;br /&gt;  5. Coffee&lt;br /&gt;  6. Grey skies&lt;br /&gt;  7. Vacations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 TV shows You Like: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. The Office&lt;br /&gt;  2. Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;  3. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;  4. The Real Housewives of OC&lt;br /&gt;  5. Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;  6. Say Yes to the Dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5 Favorites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Movie: You've Got Mail&lt;br /&gt;  2. Song: currently it is "Bad Romance"&lt;br /&gt;  3. Food: pizza&lt;br /&gt;  4. Book: probably Eclipse&lt;br /&gt;  5. Season: Autumn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 Smells You Enjoy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. vanilla buttercream&lt;br /&gt;  2. coffeehouses&lt;br /&gt;  3. pumpkin/cinnamon&lt;br /&gt;  4. rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 Places You Want to Go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Seattle&lt;br /&gt;  2. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;  3. Boston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Holidays You Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Thanksgiving&lt;br /&gt;  2. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Person You Would Marry on the Spot:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  1. Jim Halpert.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1049423246713522682?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1049423246713522682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1049423246713522682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1049423246713522682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1049423246713522682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/12/10-things-you-want-for-christmas-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3143584927798851379</id><published>2009-12-02T14:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:23:07.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LAST DAY OF CLASS!&lt;br /&gt;Now just finals &amp;amp; grad school interview.&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time for relaxing and enjoying December.&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/8377796089717368069-3143584927798851379?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3143584927798851379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3143584927798851379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3143584927798851379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3143584927798851379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-class-now-just-finals-grad.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-5884601337742621182</id><published>2009-11-21T08:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T08:05:50.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mood&lt;/span&gt; for a while now.  It will probably continue to be here for a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-5884601337742621182?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/5884601337742621182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=5884601337742621182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5884601337742621182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5884601337742621182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/11/been-in-mood-for-while-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-8598777918400945590</id><published>2009-11-15T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:10:19.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomocity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. what is your ultimate dream job?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;book editor&lt;/span&gt;.  oh to use a red pen every day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. what is your favorite thing about yourself?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my long legs.  they make me look taller than i really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. what could you not live without?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;cable television, high speed internet, sugar, music, and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. what is something you do &lt;i&gt;every &lt;/i&gt;day?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;drink a diet dp. and watch the office [it's rare that i don't see it every day!].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. what is your most cherished possession?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm not sure.  possibly either lucy [she's my stuffed rabbit my mama made me] or my pearl earrings that belonged to my grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. name one of your favorite songs of all time:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;livin' on a prayer by bon jovi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. what are you afraid of?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ostriches and dentists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. what is one of your proudest accomplishments?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;come may, it will be graduating from college!  but for now -- experiencing new places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. what is something you'd like to learn?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to knit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. and finally, something random:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&gt;i hate cooking.  ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',serif;"&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/8377796089717368069-8598777918400945590?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/8598777918400945590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=8598777918400945590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8598777918400945590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8598777918400945590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/11/randomocity.html' title='randomocity'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6709720116587654751</id><published>2009-11-15T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T12:03:24.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr0lkcxfrt1qzi1ujo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 407px; height: 381px;" src="http://22.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kr0lkcxfrt1qzi1ujo1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Michael:&lt;/b&gt; Never, ever, ever give up.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Office&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuckyeahtvpicspam.tumblr.com/post/207628234"&gt;-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jim &amp;amp; Pam make me oh so happy.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-6709720116587654751?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-7053730980171349824?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/7053730980171349824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=7053730980171349824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7053730980171349824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7053730980171349824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2462961088190035619</id><published>2009-11-11T14:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:34:43.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Procrastination is my middle name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-2462961088190035619?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2462961088190035619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2462961088190035619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2462961088190035619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2462961088190035619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/11/procrastination-is-my-middle-name.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1562785020729105160</id><published>2009-11-08T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T18:10:01.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently I want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...put on the comfiest clothes I own&lt;br /&gt;...turn down the thermostat to simulate winter&lt;br /&gt;...watch You've Got Mail, Twilight, and Breakfast at Tiffany's&lt;br /&gt;...have an unlimited supply of Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;...stay in bed all day long and fall asleep/wake up whenever I want&lt;br /&gt;...continue to enjoy the twinkling Christmas lights my neighbors put up today (yes, today...)&lt;br /&gt;...light a pumpkinish smelling candle&lt;br /&gt;...sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that too much to ask?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1562785020729105160?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1562785020729105160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1562785020729105160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1562785020729105160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1562785020729105160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/11/currently-i-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1450677821894344200</id><published>2009-11-06T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:38:09.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's black balloon,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqosjhiPyi1qzqoezo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://7.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqosjhiPyi1qzqoezo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very true.  I should be smiling.  Regardless of the fact that I am stressed out beyond belief.  I'm overwhelmed.  So I need to take a step back, breathe, and remember to smile.  This weekend shall be good though.  Plans include: catching up on homework/studying, watching some movies with the hubby, college football Saturday, &amp;amp; wearing comfy clothes all weekend long.  Good indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1450677821894344200?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1450677821894344200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1450677821894344200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1450677821894344200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1450677821894344200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/11/babys-black-balloon.html' title='Baby&apos;s black balloon,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-5485118661920754701</id><published>2009-11-01T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:22:03.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You must be out of your mind,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpw6ca7oAG1qzrvo0o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 362px;" src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kpw6ca7oAG1qzrvo0o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how I currently feel.  November, I normally love you, but hurry up and get out.  I can't handle the bajillion things I have written down to do.  I nearly threw up when I just opened my planner to your lovely month.  I seriously can't wait until December 10th.  PLEASE HURRY!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-5485118661920754701?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/5485118661920754701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=5485118661920754701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5485118661920754701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5485118661920754701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-must-be-out-of-your-mind.html' title='You must be out of your mind,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-4918951428083668693</id><published>2009-10-28T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:22:47.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When worlds collide,</title><content type='html'>Random thoughts from my brain...&lt;br /&gt;-I experienced my first football game in the student section last week.  We lost, but it was probably the most fun I have ever had at a football game! &lt;br /&gt;-Chili's at 10 pm with queso, raspberry margaritas, ribs, and chocolate molten cake with one of my favorites is amazing. &lt;br /&gt;-I will never be so happy to see December 10th again.&lt;br /&gt;-Naps are my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;-I wish I had an iPhone.  Even though I love my little Solstice.  And I wouldn't trade her.&lt;br /&gt;-I sent off my first application to grad school.  WHAT?! &lt;br /&gt;-I got my first alumni mail.  An example of the graduation announcements.  EXCITEMENT!&lt;br /&gt;-Rock music is my current choice of music.  Like serious rock.  My husband is loving it.&lt;br /&gt;-I downloaded Taylor Swift and then Metallica.  I am a weird duck.&lt;br /&gt;-I am soooooo excited that tomorrow is Thursday.  Last day of the school week + The Office &amp;amp; Project Runway = a very happy Jessica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-4918951428083668693?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/4918951428083668693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=4918951428083668693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4918951428083668693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4918951428083668693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-worlds-collide.html' title='When worlds collide,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-4106138677687437938</id><published>2009-10-18T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T14:58:11.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqnfmgcf6R1qzlp95o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 525px;" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqnfmgcf6R1qzlp95o1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://missmabel.tumblr.com/post/214986580"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yes, yes it does.&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/8377796089717368069-4106138677687437938?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/4106138677687437938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=4106138677687437938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4106138677687437938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4106138677687437938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-yes-it-does.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-7132694686061739470</id><published>2009-10-17T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T19:53:45.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The violet hour,</title><content type='html'>I am a procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;A very serious one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, the one thing that makes me procrastinate even more so than usual is when I have to do something I really truly loathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The assignment I have due on Monday is one of those loathsome somethings.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it is ridiculous how much I hate this.  How ridiculous it truly is.  This will not help me in any form or fashion.  I will not learn one single thing.  I will not use it to study.  It will only frustrate me beyond belief.  The OCD in me cannot handle things like this.  Stupid graphs.  I am not a visual learner!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I had to vent.  I'm sick of this.  I have to get this done.  If only I could find the motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-7132694686061739470?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/7132694686061739470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=7132694686061739470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7132694686061739470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7132694686061739470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/10/violet-hour.html' title='The violet hour,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1169626557110786864</id><published>2009-10-17T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:38:58.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much love would make you whole,</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a while.  So here's a little update:&lt;br /&gt;+ More studying, more homework.  Boo school.&lt;br /&gt;+ A date with the hubby last night!  Sonic for supper &amp;amp; a double feature at the drive in.  It was my first time at a drive in theater -- and I loved it!!  It was one of the best nights in a while.  No thinking, no worrying, no homework, no housework, just enjoying time eating snacks, drinking DP, and laughing with my favorite dude!&lt;br /&gt;+ I think I have an ear infection or something.  My ear is really bothering me.  Unfortunately, I have a hearing test this weekend for extra credit in a class.  Great...&lt;br /&gt;+ I'm drinking apple cider out of my Dunder Mifflin mug.  Sure, it's out of a packet, but it's still tasty!!&lt;br /&gt;+ I was really sad about Shirin getting kicked off Project Runway.  Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;+ New Moon soundtrack, woot woot!!&lt;br /&gt;+ I have TONS of homework to be doing.  But, I'm blogging, catching up on Google Reader, and procrastinating instead.  Story of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1169626557110786864?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1169626557110786864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1169626557110786864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1169626557110786864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1169626557110786864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-much-love-would-make-you-whole.html' title='How much love would make you whole,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2932526688717287088</id><published>2009-10-09T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T20:37:34.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's you and me,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqrtjwvZbW1qzr5ipo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 270px;" src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqrtjwvZbW1qzr5ipo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamblessed.tumblr.com/post/200892594"&gt;+&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happiness is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...noticing my apricot tree in my backyard is CHANGING COLORS.  Living in Texas, I rarely get to see the trees changing color.  Most of the time, they have leaves one day and none the next.  It made me very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...getting a tin roof.  Reminds me of home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...another week of school done.  One week closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...watching &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/video/clips/office-wedding-dance/1164915/"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;over and over and over.  And downloading the song.  Yes, it is really old.  No, I do not care.  I've listened to it at least 20 times just today.  While dancing down my hallway imitating Dwight's dance moves.  Minus kicking anyone in the face.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for happy days.  Off to bed to wake up early for the road race!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-2932526688717287088?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2932526688717287088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2932526688717287088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2932526688717287088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2932526688717287088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-you-and-me.html' title='It&apos;s you and me,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-60021984865077338</id><published>2009-10-07T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T17:17:21.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry me,</title><content type='html'>“Four years ago, I was just a guy who had a crush on a girl who had a boyfriend, and I just had little moments with a girl who saw me as a friend. A lot of people told me I was crazy to wait this long, but I think, even then, I knew that I was waiting for my wife.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jim Halpert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty positive I'm going to cry my eyes out tomorrow night.  And I'm pretty positive my husband will laugh at me the entire time.  And I'm also pretty positive I won't care one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-60021984865077338?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/60021984865077338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=60021984865077338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/60021984865077338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/60021984865077338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/10/marry-me.html' title='Marry me,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-5932498472987785947</id><published>2009-10-05T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:52:07.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maintain the pain,</title><content type='html'>A few thoughts swirling around in my brain:&lt;br /&gt;-I love seeing pumpkin patches around town.  Yay for Fall!&lt;br /&gt;-I am about to purchase Miranda Lambert's new CD.  I'm surprised at how much I love it.  And how much it makes me miss dirt roads, seeing all the stars at night, and walking outside to absolute silence.  Wearing old jeans and a comfy sweatshirt.  All those small town things.&lt;br /&gt;-I can't believe I volunteered to get up at 5:45 this SATURDAY.  Something must be wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;-I'm craving frozen custard. Or Starbucks.  Two of my weaknesses. &lt;br /&gt;-I should be in bed by now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-5932498472987785947?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/5932498472987785947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=5932498472987785947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5932498472987785947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5932498472987785947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/10/maintain-pain.html' title='Maintain the pain,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6988650687431190669</id><published>2009-10-04T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T19:53:45.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My life in the past week or so in bullet form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent 4 1/2 hours at Fuddrucker's last week just chatting it up with my two favorite hearing folks.  It was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Studied my tail-end off for two huge tests this past week.  It was intense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discovered my "study drink".  Large vanilla diet DP.  I cannot successfully study without it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spent time with two of my favorite people in the whole world!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found some great bargains at Ross - love that place!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate at some yummy delicious places!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Packed the Jones in pink.  ;)  In the rain.  But totally worth it.  Minus the fact that I was dingy enough to wear ON flip flops.  Let me just warn you to not wear those in the rain when walking on bricks.  You will slip.  And you will nearly bust your rear in front of tons of other people.  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got Wii Fit Plus.  Haven't gotten to try it yet though thanks to homework and laundry and general laziness!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got three new gorgeous necklaces courtesy of my uber-crafty Mama!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Found the cutest sweater dress at Forever 21.  EEK!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to the mall approximately 3 times in one week.  Ha, I never go to the mall!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fell in love with puppies at the pet store.  I want them all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was reminded once again how amazingly lucky I am for all that I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got my car back!!  Pretty as ever!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Felt homesick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had a teacher bring us Krispy Kreme doughnuts to class.  How cool is that?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listened to a new mix tape at least 20 times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had an amazing weekend after a long week!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-6988650687431190669?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6988650687431190669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6988650687431190669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6988650687431190669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6988650687431190669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life-in-past-week-or-so-in-bullet.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2243470314121352516</id><published>2009-09-27T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T12:53:34.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>xoxo,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqend2sGsX1qzvmcko1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 426px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kqend2sGsX1qzvmcko1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blair:&lt;/b&gt; You were right about the dorms. The lighting is awful.&lt;br /&gt;You okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chuck:&lt;/b&gt; I am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;via &lt;a href="http://meesters.tumblr.com/post/194676574"&gt;you know you love me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite part of last week's episode.  i adore chuck &amp;amp; blair.  i have an inky feeling though that it's not going to be all hunky-dory the entire season. ah, i'll enjoy it while i can!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-2243470314121352516?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2243470314121352516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2243470314121352516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2243470314121352516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2243470314121352516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/xoxo.html' title='xoxo,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6566816346827897993</id><published>2009-09-26T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:48:51.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Also, I have decided that I don't need to watch anymore college football.  At least not my school.  It stresses me out!!  Seriously.  I don't need anymore stress and that's all they are causing.  I feel the anxiety in the pit of my stomach through the whole game.  It's not worth it.  I'm just watching Oregon &amp;amp; Alabama from here on out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-6566816346827897993?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6566816346827897993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6566816346827897993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6566816346827897993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6566816346827897993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/also-i-have-decided-that-i-dont-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1315522408602931973</id><published>2009-09-26T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T22:46:12.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a she-wolf,</title><content type='html'>Grr.&lt;br /&gt;I accomplished nothing today.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why I am still awake at nearly 1 am trying to do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to just read blogs, watch all the amazing shows I am missing thanks to school, and eat junk food.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I have to do another outline, write 5 papers, take a quiz, and study for a test. &lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad, it really does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1315522408602931973?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1315522408602931973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1315522408602931973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1315522408602931973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1315522408602931973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/theres-she-wolf.html' title='There&apos;s a she-wolf,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-4814214270773557180</id><published>2009-09-20T08:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:21:10.273-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>The floor is shaking,</title><content type='html'>Normally, the idea of being a grown-up adult living in the real world with a professional career scares me to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm aching for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so tired.  The semester has just begun.  This makes year number six of college (minus one tiny semester!).  I love reading, learning, and all that jazz.  I'm just tired of it.  And to think, I still have two more years to add to this one.  Geez.  I feel like I should have fully thought out college back in high school.  Done serious job shadowing {instead of going to the radio station to have fun, haha}, researched careers.  Granted, I probably would have never chosen this one.  I remember going to a college day and one student telling me that the average college student switches majors at least 3 times.  Well, guess that makes me average.  I also have attended 3 schools {and probably going to make that 4!}.  I just wish I would have done all of this way earlier.  I am two years behind.  I try not to let it bother me, I really do.  Just sometimes it does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how I'm going to make it through this semester, I truly don't.  For one thing, this procrastination has to stop.  The frustration needs to simmer down.  I can't control everything.  What I can control is staying on top of things {unfortuantely, I already feel like I've fallen behind!}.  I don't know.  I do know that next summer is going to be amazing.  And I'll get there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-4814214270773557180?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/4814214270773557180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=4814214270773557180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4814214270773557180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4814214270773557180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/floor-is-shaking.html' title='The floor is shaking,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6207799563920152126</id><published>2009-09-19T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:29:04.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is torn,</title><content type='html'>A little Saturday list...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have absolutely no motivation to do any schoolwork.  I need to be working on [i.e. starting...] an outline that is due on Monday, but instead I'm looking for new music on iTunes.  Which I shouldn't be doing since I already bought some new stuff this week!  And let me just tell you, when I start looking at music, I get completely engrossed in it &amp;amp; debate with myself over whether or not I should hit the little purchase button.  Thanks Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kq6hsnuRkf1qzezrso1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 210px;" src="http://9.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kq6hsnuRkf1qzezrso1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tunaeverynight.tumblr.com/post/191127069"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was seriously my favorite part of the new episode of "The Office" this week.  That sweet sweet Jim.  I adore thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm craving a good cold Coca-Cola.  All I have is Diet DP.  And I don't want to travel the 1/2 mile down to the convenience store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I made of list of my favorite shows/shows I want to try to keep up with for the fall.  It was incredibly long.  Thank gosh I can watch most of them online.  What did we do before high speed internet?  Haha.  Unfortunately, finding the time to watch that many hour-long shows is the next dilemma I face.  Especially when I just continue to procrastinate doing my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I really want ice cream.  But only from Chick-Fil-A or Wendy's.  An icedream or a frosty.  PLEASE.  Unfortunately, both of those are not that close to me.  And if I won't travel the 1/2 mile to get a Coke, I definitely won't travel any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am so excited that soon it'll be cold!  I love October-December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really have to go be productive now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Here's what I ended up with thanks to iTunes --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the rest of Lady Gaga's album, songs by Shakira, Three Days Grace, BarlowGirl, Chasen, Lanae Hale, Muse, OneRepublic &amp;amp; Sara Bareilles, Vampire Weekend, Regina Spektor, Lenka, Boys Like Girls, and Jon Schmidt.  Seriously.  And I wanted more.  I just made myself quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-6207799563920152126?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6207799563920152126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6207799563920152126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6207799563920152126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6207799563920152126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-heart-is-torn.html' title='My heart is torn,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-5349070112888215700</id><published>2009-09-18T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:22:33.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The lost get found,</title><content type='html'>So, I made it through another week.&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that I am not going to feel anything but exhausted for the next 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;I started my paired clinician rotations this week.&lt;br /&gt;As if I needed more work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how I feel about it all yet.  I really don't.  I think it'll get better, I don't know.  I am just going to give it time.  I'm so lost, confused, and annoyed at the moment that I can't really even concentrate on anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much work to do it's pretty much insane.  I have decided that Thursday nights are my free night.  Absolutely NO homework/studying/cleaning/anything!!  For one thing, practically all my favorite shows come on that night [THE OFFICE!!!!] and it's the end of a long week.  I can't wait for next Thursday.  ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really shouldn't even be doing what I am right now [updating my blog, going through the 1000+ Google reader, listening to iTunes] but whatev.  Tomorrow is going to be a full day of college football &amp;amp; homework.  I don't know whether to dread it or be excited.  (Probably the first one...haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My current favorite songs are "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown, "Paparazzi" by Lady Gaga, &amp;amp; "The Lost Get Found" by Britt Nicole.  I'm a weird duck.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-5349070112888215700?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/5349070112888215700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=5349070112888215700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5349070112888215700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5349070112888215700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/lost-get-found.html' title='The lost get found,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-5941580067634289292</id><published>2009-09-16T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T17:54:13.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHHH.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-5941580067634289292?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/5941580067634289292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=5941580067634289292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5941580067634289292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/5941580067634289292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/ahhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3434789474368532180</id><published>2009-09-10T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:27:56.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh random,</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm pretty sure Diet Cherry Dr Pepper is the greatest thing ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This semester is going to be insane.  And that's putting it lightly.  I haven't even been to my clinical class yet/gotten my clinical hours - so yeah.  Insanity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I should be in bed already since I have to get up early to work all day tomorrow.  But whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's been a couple of weird days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I realized today, once again, how very awkward I am.  Really.  I'm not sociable &amp;amp; often find myself (every single day) at a loss of what to say.  I'm not one for smalltalk.  I feel like a weirdo.  This probably isn't good for someone who is majoring in a field based on communication.  Yikes?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting a new phone next week.  And I hope I like it.  I've never even seen this phone in real life.  But it was cheap.  Which I like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think I need to start planning the next day's outfit the night before.  Otherwise, I'm going to continue cutting it too close for comfort.  And it ticks me off that I spend all that time and end up wearing a t-shirt.  Boo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm pretty much in love with the keyless entry on my mom's car.  I'm going to be annoyed with the bird when I get her back and she doesn't have it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Project Runway, Gossip Girl, and The Office have become my stress relief.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I pretty much love it when the hubby asks me to read something over to check it for errors &amp;amp; to see how it sounds.  He knows how much I love that.  And I really really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good moods are good.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-3434789474368532180?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3434789474368532180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3434789474368532180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3434789474368532180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3434789474368532180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-random.html' title='Oh random,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6739131090859482852</id><published>2009-09-08T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:48:55.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+/-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Office season 5 deluxe edition at Target.  Magnets make me happy.  As well as Jim Halpert.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pumpkin spice lattes back at Starbucks.  It's almost fall!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drinking lots of water.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to stay ahead on schoolwork.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A 3-day school week, plus only having one class this Thursday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having two toenails that are going to fall off.  :(  If you know me &amp;amp; my toenail-phobia - this is not good.  I'm freaked. out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to stay ahead on schoolwork.  It's keeping me from watching The Office, darnit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having three library books due Friday.  That I have no time to read.  Because I'm trying to stay ahead on stupid schoolwork!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Headaches - they always come around when you don't need them to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My teeth - I also could really use a trip to the dentist.  But extreme fear + no money/insurance means not happening anytime soon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/8377796089717368069-6739131090859482852?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6739131090859482852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6739131090859482852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6739131090859482852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6739131090859482852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='+/-'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-8099140276107983555</id><published>2009-09-07T17:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:34:59.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;256 days.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm saying.&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/8377796089717368069-8099140276107983555?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/8099140276107983555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=8099140276107983555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8099140276107983555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8099140276107983555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/256-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6560322261809020805</id><published>2009-09-06T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:07:35.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You make my life complete,</title><content type='html'>Week one complete.  Even though it was only 2 days, ha.&lt;br /&gt;This semester is going to be busy!!  A lot of studying, reading, and getting those observation hours!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be honest, I'm not really excited.  I love the idea of getting closer to being finished though, so I'm gonna keep on swimming &amp;amp; try to be positive.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a good last hurrah before the work begins.&lt;br /&gt;My mama came out to visit &amp;amp; we went to a Jeff Dunham show - flippin' hilarious!!  Ate some delicious food - custard, baked potatoes, enchiladas, &amp;amp; Hooter's wings, went to some drag boat races (I thought I was going to leave with severe hearing loss!), watched some college football, &amp;amp; did some shopping.  All in all, good times.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited that tomorrow I am off work &amp;amp; out of school - Happy Labor Day! - so I'm planning on staying in lounge pants all day &amp;amp; watching the last three discs of Gossip Girl season 2.  It shall be a good Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-6560322261809020805?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6560322261809020805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6560322261809020805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6560322261809020805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6560322261809020805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-make-my-life-complete.html' title='You make my life complete,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-4292523197406994830</id><published>2009-09-01T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:00:59.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got your number,</title><content type='html'>It's over.&lt;br /&gt;Summer is over.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the first day of the fall semester.&lt;br /&gt;It's also my last first day of a fall semester as an undergrad [hopefully, ha!]&lt;br /&gt;I am so not ready for stress, worry, tests, papers, studying, anxiety, and all that jazz.&lt;br /&gt;Not ready at all. &lt;br /&gt;I've glanced through my books [my $400 books - geez, college is a ripoff!] and I think it made me more nervous.  This semester is going to test all my patience, faith, and determination.  I'm going to need a lot of mint chocolate chip ice cream and Diet Dr Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, my blood pressure was outrageous today [I could just tell!] thanks to the fact that it took me nearly an hour to get home from work.  Let me explain, I live maybe 15 miles away - therefore, it normally takes me around 20-25 minutes to get to/from work/school.  Today, I just so happened to get off work at the same time as everyone else in the nearby area.  It took me 15 minutes to get out of the parking lot alone.  I managed to hit every bit of traffic I could.  I was angry, to say the least.  I know it's beyond my control &amp;amp; I should just let it go, but I couldn't.  Not at the time.  I wanted to go home darnit!&lt;br /&gt;The hubby was super awesome though &amp;amp; improved my mood greatly.  We took a little trip to Tarjay [Target, lol].  Nathan is not a shopper.  He never wants to go with me ANYWHERE.  His philosophy is order online.  But, he suggested we go since I had been talking about going forever.  I was in dire need of a curtain rod thanks to my cat.  I came home with a pint of mint chocolate chip [which I'm about to devour] &amp;amp; Gossip Girl season one!!!  I had no intentions of getting the latter, but Nathan got the new NCAA football game &amp;amp; got a $10 gift card free [thanks Tarjay!].  I happened to see GG on sale for $18.99 [it's regular $45!!!] and with the gift card it was 8.99!!  WHAT?!  Getting good sales make me SUPER happy.  I'm still on cloud nine. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off to enjoy that mint chocolate chip ice cream &amp;amp; get prepared for tomorrow.  All will be well.  I hope.  As long as they don't make me do anymore of those "fun" getting to know you games.  I have no interesting facts, deal with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-4292523197406994830?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/4292523197406994830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=4292523197406994830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4292523197406994830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4292523197406994830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-got-your-number.html' title='I&apos;ve got your number,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2952281478480273739</id><published>2009-08-30T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T11:26:43.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fell in love,</title><content type='html'>I love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...really sweet tea, grey skies, lilies, Chuck &amp;amp; Blair on Gossip Girl, texting, coffee, starry nights, highlighting notes/textbooks, penguins, post-its, making lists, watching The Office with my hubby &amp;amp; laughing at the same episodes over and over, Edward Cullen [duh!], my zebra/peace sign wallet, finding a good pen, dark nail polish, magazines, reading, colored paperclips, finding new music, iTunes, funky jewelry, daydreaming, Project Runway, my job, finding a planner with a layout I like, greeting cards, redecorating, proofreading, Alice in Wonderland, road trips, Wii tennis, Jim &amp;amp; Pam, Target, previews at the movie theater, wrapping up in a cozy blanket, fresh flowers, the fact that I can wash my hair &amp;amp; brush it out &amp;amp; be ready, winter, layers, being a Gemini, my amazing family, when the hubby grills, Zooey Deschanel, love, candy corn, college football, sunsets, ocean waves, the smell of rain, Thursdays, life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-2952281478480273739?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2952281478480273739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2952281478480273739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2952281478480273739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2952281478480273739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/fell-in-love.html' title='Fell in love,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-9085481359395199013</id><published>2009-08-26T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:45:26.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things that have made me super happy in the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dinner/girl's night - you can't go wrong there!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Discovering that classes don't start for me until Sept. 2nd!  WHAT?!  Two extra days of summer?!  Heck YES.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Getting Gossip Girl season 2 disc 1 in the mail FINALLY.  Take that long wait!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gummy bears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spoilers for the upcoming seasons of all my favorite fall shows.  I need new episodes of The Office.  NOW.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-9085481359395199013?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/9085481359395199013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=9085481359395199013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/9085481359395199013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/9085481359395199013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/things-that-have-made-me-super-happy-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2099863400958001428</id><published>2009-08-23T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T18:22:45.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight through my heart,</title><content type='html'>The weekend's over --&lt;br /&gt;I managed to do a few things that were on my want-to-do list [not my need-to-do list].&lt;br /&gt;+watched the rest of True Blood season 1&lt;br /&gt;+scanned a HUGE stack of photos onto my computer.  Two albums left &amp;amp; I'll have all my pictures uploaded!  I've been working on this for years (literally) so I'm pretty darn excited (and proud) that I am finally getting somewhere.  Although now I have to get some photo albums to put all these in...&lt;br /&gt;+listened to the new Backstreet Boys song over and over.  Ahhhh, I love BSB.&lt;br /&gt;+watched probably near 30 episodes of The Office.  Seriously.  If I was in the living room, I had The Office on.  It keeps me in a super good mood so I figure it's completely justifiable.&lt;br /&gt;+realized I made quite a few fashion mistakes in my younger days.&lt;br /&gt;+had some awesome ravioli for dinner.  I looooooove ravioli!&lt;br /&gt;+did absolutely whatever I wanted.  It was magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that by Wednesday I'm going to be feeling some anxiety (i.e. freaking out) about school starting in a week.  I can't decide if I'm excited/happy/sad/scared/terrified or what.  Probably all of the above.  Oh well, here's to the last week of summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-2099863400958001428?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2099863400958001428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2099863400958001428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2099863400958001428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2099863400958001428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/straight-through-my-heart.html' title='Straight through my heart,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-8922913565813648679</id><published>2009-08-23T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T09:36:10.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_konyezQ3o61qzqoezo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 309px;" src="http://15.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_konyezQ3o61qzqoezo1_500.jpg" alt="" 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/8377796089717368069-8922913565813648679?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/8922913565813648679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=8922913565813648679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8922913565813648679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8922913565813648679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-8736671687220085426</id><published>2009-08-19T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T17:23:52.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRE is done!!!&lt;br /&gt;I actually did better than I thought I would.&lt;br /&gt;So all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rewarded myself with a large vanilla diet Dr Pepper &amp;amp; cherry limeade chiller from Sonic.  And being lazy on the couch with The Office.  I deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to enjoy the heck out of the next week and a half.  Then it's back to school!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-8736671687220085426?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/8736671687220085426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=8736671687220085426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8736671687220085426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8736671687220085426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/gre-is-done-i-actually-did-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-8505514381549309225</id><published>2009-08-18T20:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T20:30:50.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunzo,</title><content type='html'>I'm giving up.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is test day.&lt;br /&gt;I don't have high hopes, but I'm going to go in with a good attitude and try my best.&lt;br /&gt;That's all that I can do.&lt;br /&gt;Because, in all seriousness, there's no possible way I could ever know even half of those vocabulary words.  It's ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;If worse comes to worse, I can always retake it.  Which the thought of makes me want to hurl, but we'll cross that bridge if we get there.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hitting the sack &amp;amp; keeping my fingers [&amp;amp;toes!] crossed that tomorrow goes well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-8505514381549309225?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/8505514381549309225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=8505514381549309225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8505514381549309225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8505514381549309225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/dunzo.html' title='Dunzo,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3105816739308426847</id><published>2009-08-16T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:59:17.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hm, so today has been entirely unproductive.&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the entire day in practically the same spot.  My little nook on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched approximately 10 [maybe more...] episodes of The Office.&lt;br /&gt;I opened the GRE book.&lt;br /&gt;And closed it five minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess the next two days are going to be crunch time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-3105816739308426847?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3105816739308426847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3105816739308426847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3105816739308426847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3105816739308426847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/hm-so-today-has-been-entirely.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1630501428951909437</id><published>2009-08-15T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T11:58:57.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never believe it's not so,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://10.media.tumblr.com/ikRia1QKbq5il4iqCEwVv9WCo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 302px;" src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/ikRia1QKbq5il4iqCEwVv9WCo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I need to study.  I REALLY need to study.  I really don't want to study.&lt;br /&gt;Story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of studying, I've come up with a list of other more entertaining things to do:&lt;br /&gt;   + watch two more discs of True Blood which are currently waiting for me in my mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;   + purge my Google Reader of old blogs I don't read anymore &amp;amp; saved stuff.&lt;br /&gt;   + listen to Magic by Selena Gomez on repeat for at least 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;   + read more of my book so a library trip can be planned for later this week.&lt;br /&gt;   + work out.&lt;br /&gt;   + tend to my harvests on FarmTown. &lt;br /&gt;   + do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I desperately need to clean too.  A dirty house = a not productive me.  For some reason, I can't accomplish anything when my house isn't in some state of order.  Not clean, just orderly.&lt;br /&gt;But, I'd rather not.&lt;br /&gt;There's always tomorrow.  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1630501428951909437?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1630501428951909437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1630501428951909437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1630501428951909437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1630501428951909437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-believe-its-not-so.html' title='Never believe it&apos;s not so,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1111385560565253090</id><published>2009-08-13T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:49:21.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/93c45932032b40f18c4458d0cd558b3d0dce9129_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 404px;" 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href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_13.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-425282113582609198</id><published>2009-08-12T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T16:36:29.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I step on the scene,</title><content type='html'>Summer will be over soon.  2 1/2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm watching as many movies, reading as many books, and being as lazy as I want.&lt;br /&gt;I won't get to experience such stress-free life until December.&lt;br /&gt;I'm living it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-425282113582609198?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/425282113582609198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=425282113582609198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/425282113582609198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/425282113582609198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-step-on-scene.html' title='When I step on the scene,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-8011851359169487175</id><published>2009-08-10T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T11:46:45.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-8011851359169487175?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/8011851359169487175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=8011851359169487175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8011851359169487175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8011851359169487175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/grr.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-712860329870954305</id><published>2009-08-09T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:17:11.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My husband is out playing golf with some buddies.&lt;br /&gt;I am at home watching the History channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that correctly -- the History channel which fyi, I complain about at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;Nathan loves this channel, I am not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;So why am I currently tuned in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cinemaconfidential.com/frontimages/1301-ice_road_truckers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.cinemaconfidential.com/frontimages/1301-ice_road_truckers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I flippin' love this show!! &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/8377796089717368069-712860329870954305?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2027601585066658712</id><published>2009-08-09T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T13:50:16.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fade into you,</title><content type='html'>I have a million things I need to be doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;And absolutely no motivation to do them.&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted the entire day away wearing comfy sweats &amp;amp; watching movies.&lt;br /&gt;I big-red-puffy-heart Netflix instant.&lt;br /&gt;I watched The Babysitter's Club today.  It made my heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to study for the GRE [which don't even get me started on, seriously.]&lt;br /&gt;I need to wash the dishes piling up in the sink.&lt;br /&gt;I need to finish laundry.&lt;br /&gt;I need to vacuum.&lt;br /&gt;I need to sweep &amp;amp; mop the floors.&lt;br /&gt;I need to dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;So.  I don't think I will.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I'm going to enjoy my Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Housework can be done tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Laziness sounds much more inviting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-2027601585066658712?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2027601585066658712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2027601585066658712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2027601585066658712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2027601585066658712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/fade-into-you.html' title='Fade into you,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-7585856700959433121</id><published>2009-08-08T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:05:18.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/568ab8f1416ad48eb21cc7ce04cbcedd8076059f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/568ab8f1416ad48eb21cc7ce04cbcedd8076059f_m.jpg" alt="" 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/8377796089717368069-7585856700959433121?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/7585856700959433121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=7585856700959433121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7585856700959433121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7585856700959433121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3009518633560747614</id><published>2009-08-05T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:41:12.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh crappy day,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really hate it when you go from a great day to a terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was great.&lt;br /&gt;I got extra hours at work + read The Great Gatsby (while @ work) + went to the library + picked up 5 new books + got a cart that actually rolled right at Walmart + made a Sonic stop for a cherry limeade chiller + had chili for lunch + got a magazine in the mail!  Not to mention Nathan had a great day too! &lt;br /&gt;Today was not so great.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up too late to make coffee + woke up with allergies (i.e. headache &amp;amp; stuffy nose) + had the scanner wonk out on me at work several times + found cat puke when I got home + dropped my cell phone in the cat's water dish.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and how could I forget - I rear-ended someone!&lt;br /&gt;Yep.  Just great.&lt;br /&gt;Days like this can really test your patience.&lt;br /&gt;I curled up and watched He's Just Not That Into You - which did make the day a little more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on Diet DP #3.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this day will continue to improve.&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/8377796089717368069-3009518633560747614?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3009518633560747614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3009518633560747614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3009518633560747614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3009518633560747614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-crappy-day.html' title='Oh crappy day,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-8255874604060912394</id><published>2009-08-02T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:43:56.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somehow I can't seem to stay awake,</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fairly busy the past few days -- worked a few extra hours + had dinner at OG with Abi where we managed to see an old teacher &amp;amp; sample free wine + later spent 5 minutes deciding whether or not to get ice cream + then had to spend another 10 deciding what flavor we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rearranged a couple rooms in my house.  We decided we hated a chair we have.  It now resides in the garage until our next visit home.  I have a "creative room" as I like to call it.  Sewing machine + scrapbook/craft table + computer + books = creative room.  It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to cherry limeade chillers from Sonic.  Holy crow, they are amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing the EA Active 30 day challenge on Wii.  It's kicking my butt.  I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sort of like I'm in limbo.  You know when you make a decision about the future &amp;amp; then have to wait for it?  I hate that.  It makes me anxious.  I worry, stress, &amp;amp; daydream too much.  The fall semester starts the 31st.  I take the GRE a week or so before that.  I'm slightly terrified.  I know I'll be fine.  But I'm a worrier by nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a quadrillion things I want to do before the summer is over.  I'm trying to cram in as many library trips, Netflix movies, &amp;amp; naps as possible.  I want to scan pictures, scrapbook, blog.  Alas, I should really study for the GRE instead.  I'm a procrastinator though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-8255874604060912394?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/8255874604060912394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=8255874604060912394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8255874604060912394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/8255874604060912394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/08/somehow-i-cant-seem-to-stay-awake.html' title='Somehow I can&apos;t seem to stay awake,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1934754937391508871</id><published>2009-07-27T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:44:34.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Already,</title><content type='html'>The fact that it is almost August makes me want to vomit.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't we skip to November to watch New Moon &amp;amp; enjoy Turkey day, hop to December for Christmas &amp;amp; a break, and then fast forward to the end of May?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-1934754937391508871?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1934754937391508871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1934754937391508871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1934754937391508871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1934754937391508871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/07/already.html' title='Already,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-652313472507480145</id><published>2009-07-25T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T20:17:19.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drenched in vanilla twilight,</title><content type='html'>It's been a pretty fantastic few days which included the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nrn.com/images/4209/4209NRN_NewsTrends5-fig2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 153px;" src="http://www.nrn.com/images/4209/4209NRN_NewsTrends5-fig2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Snowcones at Bahama Bucks.&lt;br /&gt;FYI - a sugar cookie snowcone tastes exactly like a Yankee candle.&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know what a Yankee candle tastes like. Haha.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.windham-mcdonald.com/portfolio/main/11o105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 190px;" src="http://www.windham-mcdonald.com/portfolio/main/11o105.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Frozen custard.  YUM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.newsok.com/ofinterest/files/2009/07/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 438px;" src="http://blog.newsok.com/ofinterest/files/2009/07/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince_potter-_poster2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Harry Potter!  LOVED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/new-moon-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 315px;" src="http://geektyrant.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/new-moon-logo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And loved even MORE that the trailer for New Moon showed before HP.&lt;br /&gt;Edward on a big giant screen?&lt;br /&gt;I almost jumped up from excitement.&lt;br /&gt;There was also a New Moon poster in the hallway which I suggested to my husband I should take a picture in front of.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't BTW.  Should have.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got crafty last night and made cozies for our iPods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/SmvJ7ErA0EI/AAAAAAAAANw/MTPzpkFVWsM/s1600-h/100_1165.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/_RgmrkS8Ls68/SmvJ7ErA0EI/AAAAAAAAANw/MTPzpkFVWsM/s320/100_1165.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362601798018322498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I cut out the peace sign myself.  And hand-sewed the entire thing.&lt;br /&gt;With coaching from Mom of course.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew I could be so creative?&lt;br /&gt;My iPod is now resting peacefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm currently in love with this song --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_JE0HovpAzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/_JE0HovpAzw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-652313472507480145?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/652313472507480145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=652313472507480145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/652313472507480145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/652313472507480145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/07/drenched-in-vanilla-twilight.html' title='Drenched in vanilla twilight,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/SmvJ7ErA0EI/AAAAAAAAANw/MTPzpkFVWsM/s72-c/100_1165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3245292148081045761</id><published>2009-07-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:32:46.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold up my heart,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/f001b709b532b00730be379c0e8a88ab81aafab1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 244px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/f001b709b532b00730be379c0e8a88ab81aafab1_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been lazy this weekend.  What's new?&lt;br /&gt;I had a long list of things I needed to do - specifically clean my house.&lt;br /&gt;But I really have to be in a "cleaning mood" to actually do it.  And that mood has mysteriously been gone all weekend long.&lt;br /&gt;We watched a Harry Potter marathon.  3-5.  I love Hermione.  She reminds me so much of myself.  Never wanting to break the rules, always wanting to do well.  What can I say?  I live on the side of caution.&lt;br /&gt;We're seeing the new one later this week when my mom &amp;amp; mini me come to visit.  I'm very excited.&lt;br /&gt;We've talked a lot about the future these past few days.  I'm really excited about what's to come.  It's always sad &amp;amp; scary.  But I'm already looking forward to a few changes.&lt;br /&gt;I walked outside this morning &amp;amp; was overcome with joy.  It was COLD.  Okay, it was 65.  But that is cold compared to the recent temps.  I was in love.  I cannot wait for cold weather all the time. &lt;br /&gt;I have so much to do.  So I should get to it.  Off to listen to Brooke White &amp;amp; get inspired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-3245292148081045761?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3245292148081045761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3245292148081045761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3245292148081045761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3245292148081045761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/07/hold-up-my-heart.html' title='Hold up my heart,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6009837035916939716</id><published>2009-07-16T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:54:55.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who are you?,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://23.media.tumblr.com/Yy4PYIOcCpu6oxipWIc1lHzco1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 314px;" src="http://23.media.tumblr.com/Yy4PYIOcCpu6oxipWIc1lHzco1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alice in Wonderland is one of my all-time favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;And by far my favorite Disney movie.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;I love that there's no knight in shining armor.  There's no prince.  It's not a love story.&lt;br /&gt;It's just Alice.&lt;br /&gt;It's full of nonsense.  Things of your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;It just makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy nonsense.&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/8377796089717368069-6009837035916939716?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6009837035916939716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6009837035916939716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6009837035916939716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6009837035916939716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-are-you.html' title='Who are you?,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-4080406233428640217</id><published>2009-07-14T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T08:20:03.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lake was good.&lt;br /&gt;My hubby has gotten my hooked on looking at big boats.&lt;br /&gt;I guess if you're gonna dream, dream big, right?&lt;br /&gt;I managed to come back PALE.&lt;br /&gt;Yep, no sunburn for me!&lt;br /&gt;It pretty much amazes me how wonderful sunscreen is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's back to life.&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/8377796089717368069-4080406233428640217?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/4080406233428640217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=4080406233428640217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4080406233428640217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4080406233428640217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/07/lake-was-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1414928179696006231</id><published>2009-07-07T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:59:14.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's still enough of the good stuff,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;July already feels so long.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rollercoaster already.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sad.  And confused.&lt;br /&gt;I probably will be for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxious about the upcoming months.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I get a grip, I lose it.&lt;br /&gt;I just need faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a library card.&lt;br /&gt;Libraries make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;I spent nearly an hour perusing through books.&lt;br /&gt;And made a list of approximately 8 pages of books I want to read.&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I read 14 books in 2 months?&lt;br /&gt;The hubby told me I really shouldn't willingly share that information, but I'm proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;Reading is for awesome people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really been slacking on my workouts.&lt;br /&gt;I mean REALLY slacking.&lt;br /&gt;As in, I haven't worked out in over a week.&lt;br /&gt;Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to the lake this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;It should be fun.  Just hot.&lt;br /&gt;And we all know how I love hot.&lt;br /&gt;I love spending time with my in-laws though.&lt;br /&gt;I just know I'll be exhausted come Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much stuff I've been "meaning to do" lately.&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that I haven't done any of it.&lt;br /&gt;I get distracted.&lt;br /&gt;By stupid things like Google Reader, Facebook, &amp;amp; TV.&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to go a whole day without any of it.&lt;br /&gt;But I really don't know if I have that kind of determination.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we shall see next week.&lt;br /&gt;I should make it a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8377796089717368069-1414928179696006231?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1414928179696006231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1414928179696006231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1414928179696006231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1414928179696006231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-still-enough-of-good-stuff.html' title='There&apos;s still enough of the good stuff,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-4233954012515164046</id><published>2009-07-04T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:51:05.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the 4th,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Independence Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Here's to a day of thanks &amp;amp; happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today's plan includes grilling steaks &amp;amp; ribs, drinking some delish drinks, snacking on honeydew melon, &amp;amp; hopefully seeing some fireworks tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-4233954012515164046?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/4233954012515164046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=4233954012515164046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4233954012515164046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4233954012515164046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-4th.html' title='On the 4th,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2722708007792997259</id><published>2009-06-29T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T09:18:28.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really hate it when I make a plan &amp;amp; then don't follow through.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Monday.&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/8377796089717368069-2722708007792997259?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2722708007792997259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2722708007792997259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2722708007792997259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2722708007792997259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-really-hate-it-when-i-make-plan-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-7135540204709690655</id><published>2009-06-25T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:49:49.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 for Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;+ I've decided that once it hits 80 degrees outside, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I hate lettuce.  I tried making a salad tonight.  I thought maybe I'd like Romaine lettuce.  I thought wrong.  Ick ick ick.  I guess I never will like it.  I've tried it over and over.  But I still want to gag when I eat it.  I did learn, however, that I like cabbage.  WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I love Office reruns.  Especially when I haven't seen them before.  And I'm so excited for September 17th.  Hello season six!!&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/8377796089717368069-7135540204709690655?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/7135540204709690655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=7135540204709690655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7135540204709690655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7135540204709690655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/06/three.html' title='Three,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-7419597707252974957</id><published>2009-06-23T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T14:13:18.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't belong here,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am probably the only person I know who is depressed during the summer.  I hate hot weather, I get bored very easily, I am pretty much alone for the most part, and it just makes me very grouchy.  I want cold/rainy/cloudy skies weather, being busy, and having my friends nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I joined &lt;a href="http://www.tumblr.com"&gt;tumblr&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm still trying to figure it out.  But check it out &lt;a href="http://love-jess.tumblr.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-7419597707252974957?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/7419597707252974957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=7419597707252974957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7419597707252974957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7419597707252974957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-belong-here.html' title='I don&apos;t belong here,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3814101472163660159</id><published>2009-06-18T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:08:53.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm dreaming of wearing this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/comfy/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=9505560"&gt;&lt;img alt="comfy" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFi1NUjE2RXhaM2hHd1JrZ08xTjh4RncAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="comfy" border="0" width="400" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/ugg_australia_boots/shop?brand=UGG+Australia&amp;amp;category_id=42"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this city...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sjpz8CjbADI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wpvakbkqyvk/s1600-h/seattle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sjpz8CjbADI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wpvakbkqyvk/s320/seattle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348714982770671666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while drinking this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sjp0BIs4y4I/AAAAAAAAANA/jL8Js-MdYBY/s1600-h/caramel_mach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sjp0BIs4y4I/AAAAAAAAANA/jL8Js-MdYBY/s320/caramel_mach.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348715070320331650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and listening to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uTqG-piJkbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/uTqG-piJkbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8377796089717368069-3814101472163660159?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3814101472163660159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3814101472163660159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3814101472163660159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3814101472163660159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/06/until-you.html' title='Until you,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sjpz8CjbADI/AAAAAAAAAM4/wpvakbkqyvk/s72-c/seattle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6409046925592594163</id><published>2009-06-16T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T20:24:01.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more year,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I am 23.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I met up with some of my favorite girls at Olive Garden.&lt;br /&gt;We had a fabulous time eating good Italian food &amp;amp; having some delicious drinks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so blessed to have so many wonderful friends in my life.&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful friend Erica gave me this beautiful Willow Tree angel:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.demdaco.com/images/26170_72_170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 170px;" src="http://www.demdaco.com/images/26170_72_170.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my other wonderful friend Abi gave me a Dillard's gift card which is going toward my Ugg boot fund! &lt;br /&gt;I also got a Bath &amp;amp; Body Works gift card from my bff Katy!&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pretty lucky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was actually pretty great.&lt;br /&gt;I bought some adorable shoes at Target:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41wJDLvR73L._AA260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41wJDLvR73L._AA260_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had my favorite pizza for supper!&lt;br /&gt;And I spent most of the night hanging with the husband listening to old CD's.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to hoping that 23 is an amazing year!&lt;br /&gt;&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/8377796089717368069-6409046925592594163?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6409046925592594163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6409046925592594163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6409046925592594163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6409046925592594163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-more-year.html' title='One more year,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-6392566304976179872</id><published>2009-06-14T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:11:27.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow can wait,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/SjVnSiuMVHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GCP6F_drUSY/s1600-h/righthere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/SjVnSiuMVHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GCP6F_drUSY/s320/righthere.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347293700828189810" 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/8377796089717368069-6392566304976179872?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/6392566304976179872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=6392566304976179872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6392566304976179872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/6392566304976179872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/06/tomorrow-can-wait.html' title='Tomorrow can wait,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/SjVnSiuMVHI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/GCP6F_drUSY/s72-c/righthere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1795479831768324542</id><published>2009-06-13T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T13:43:00.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the day,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/20df7d6fe3cd9e22098ef785bb1c915e5e458dc7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 254px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/20df7d6fe3cd9e22098ef785bb1c915e5e458dc7_m.jpg" alt="" 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/8377796089717368069-1795479831768324542?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1795479831768324542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1795479831768324542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1795479831768324542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1795479831768324542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/06/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the day,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1547765668376433772</id><published>2009-06-11T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:07:33.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby it's a love story,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Five current random facts:&lt;br /&gt;1. My ultimate dream job is to be a proofreader/editor.  Seriously.  I can just see myself editing manuscripts &amp;amp; books &amp;amp; articles.  Ahh, it makes me smile just thinking about it.  Obviously, I will never do this as my major is nearly as far away as you can get.  But, what is life without dreams, right?&lt;br /&gt;2. I am absolutely addicted to this guy - &lt;a href="http://www.jonschmidt.com/catalog/index.php"&gt;Jon Schmidt&lt;/a&gt;.  The Love Story/Viva La Vida arrangement has been on repeat for days.  It is so beautiful.  It really makes me wish I had a piano.&lt;br /&gt;3. I've watched the New Moon trailer nearly every single day.  Okay, at least twice every single day.  1080 pi full screen on my huge computer monitor - how could I not watch it over and over?&lt;br /&gt;4. I've discovered I'm not that big a fan of chicken.  But I make myself eat it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;5. I also think I should move to Washington.  Or Oregon.  I would be in heaven if it rained every day, was almost always cloudy, and never got hot.  Very weird, I know. &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/8377796089717368069-1547765668376433772?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1547765668376433772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1547765668376433772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1547765668376433772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1547765668376433772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-its-love-story.html' title='Baby it&apos;s a love story,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-787137420996817265</id><published>2009-06-10T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T16:03:10.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1,2,3,4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Three years ago today, I said 'I do' to my soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si_kFYNPS9I/AAAAAAAAALE/N57VV0Tn0bg/s1600-h/DSC_0328.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/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si_kFYNPS9I/AAAAAAAAALE/N57VV0Tn0bg/s320/DSC_0328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345742063760526290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe it's already been three years.  Time is going by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so very blessed to have found the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;This song pretty much sums it up I think --&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m6pW_q1PvH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/m6pW_q1PvH0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-787137420996817265?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/787137420996817265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=787137420996817265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/787137420996817265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/787137420996817265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/06/1234_10.html' title='1,2,3,4'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si_kFYNPS9I/AAAAAAAAALE/N57VV0Tn0bg/s72-c/DSC_0328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-686072476308451028</id><published>2009-06-08T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T17:20:02.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's been a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vacation was good.&lt;br /&gt;Although, I'm beginning to think a vacation that leaves you exhausted isn't really a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si71k65mNSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/e6xVO-Epc74/s1600-h/100_0978.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si71k65mNSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/e6xVO-Epc74/s200/100_0978.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345479822370288930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My iPod touch was my lifeline.  Yes, that is a pink blanket underneath.  Yes, it was hot outside.  My aunt's air conditioner works very well, however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si712HpornI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2U9AFQYqFLs/s1600-h/100_0998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si712HpornI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2U9AFQYqFLs/s200/100_0998.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345480117850779250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Watching The Office.  Isn't technology wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si72BwjRDLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/11LXejqzqVw/s1600-h/100_0983.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si72BwjRDLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/11LXejqzqVw/s200/100_0983.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345480317808479410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My newest love - Gold Peak Tea with lemon.  Soooo good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si72hFbeyBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zNFDuiUE_ME/s1600-h/100_1008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si72hFbeyBI/AAAAAAAAAKE/zNFDuiUE_ME/s200/100_1008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345480855988914194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My frozen raspberry margarita at Republic of Texas.  Quite possibly the best drink I've ever had.  And I'm really wanting to get a set of those glasses.  Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si73A0i8PRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VOmXWu3Z6hY/s1600-h/100_1021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si73A0i8PRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VOmXWu3Z6hY/s320/100_1021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345481401212615954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lighthouse in Port Isabel.  I made it halfway up.  Claustrophobia took over &amp;amp; I hightailed it back down.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si73VBZHKOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wOsQCRDqFXY/s1600-h/100_1037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si73VBZHKOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/wOsQCRDqFXY/s320/100_1037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345481748258433250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view from our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a nice trip.  But I've decided that I'm definitely more of a mountains person than a beach person.&lt;br /&gt;I am not a fan of humidity + heat + sand + wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some randomness from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;+ We walked out of a restaurant.  After being seated.  After the waiter approached us to take our drink order.  Pretty embarrassing, but you should have seen the menu.  We're talking big bucks for food us country folk aren't too fond of.&lt;br /&gt;+ My mom &amp;amp; I took a morning walk on the beach.  We walked about 2 miles.  It was extremely humid &amp;amp; windy, but it was so relaxing.  And interesting - we saw 13 washed up jellyfish.&lt;br /&gt;+ On an impromptu trip to Wal-Mart in Port Isabel, there was a motorcycle that apparently stalled on the bridge.  Mind you, this is a fairly long bridge.  Traffic was nearly stopped.  And a cop managed to drive thru two lanes of traffic.  On a bridge.  It was pretty funny.  But you probably had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An AMAZING thing happened:  I came back from the beach WITHOUT a sunburn.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to believe, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I was very proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped at the outlet mall on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;My lovely mom bought me an early birthday present --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si77LIZMRDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jHRN62PMjmk/s1600-h/100_1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si77LIZMRDI/AAAAAAAAAK8/jHRN62PMjmk/s320/100_1110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345485976385635378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beauty @ the Coach outlet. &lt;br /&gt;I am so in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come back home alone, however.&lt;br /&gt;Meet the newest addition to our family --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si74mnGLHBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fej-BbK46kY/s1600-h/100_1106.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/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si74mnGLHBI/AAAAAAAAAKk/fej-BbK46kY/s320/100_1106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345483149948951570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Raider.&lt;br /&gt;She's crazy, feisty, and a princess.&lt;br /&gt;I can definitely tell you I'm not ready for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was an interesting one with Raider meowing the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;And 2 miles from my house -- this happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si75B7T1VXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/53VLkO7y-0w/s1600-h/100_1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si75B7T1VXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/53VLkO7y-0w/s320/100_1107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345483619231421810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si75W9Ye6jI/AAAAAAAAAK0/D6wLXT_-8dc/s1600-h/100_1108.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/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si75W9Ye6jI/AAAAAAAAAK0/D6wLXT_-8dc/s320/100_1108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345483980565047858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, my tire blew out.&lt;br /&gt;I was so very thankful that I was close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, it's settling back into work &amp;amp; still trying to unpack.&lt;br /&gt;Unpacking is almost just as annoying as packing.&lt;br /&gt;&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/8377796089717368069-686072476308451028?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/686072476308451028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=686072476308451028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/686072476308451028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/686072476308451028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Si71k65mNSI/AAAAAAAAAJs/e6xVO-Epc74/s72-c/100_0978.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2664613285418312195</id><published>2009-05-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:02:01.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it easy,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I should be packing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving tomorrow [or Thursday, not completely sure yet] for my parents' house.&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to seeing my family.  But I hate leaving.&lt;br /&gt;It just never feels complete, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about the next week and a half.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to see my family.  It's been too long.&lt;br /&gt;And I've gotten myself ready for the long road to the beach by updating the music on my iPod and adding a couple of episodes of The Office.  Plus, I have Twilight on it.  I should be set.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm off.&lt;br /&gt;Be safe.&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/8377796089717368069-2664613285418312195?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2664613285418312195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2664613285418312195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2664613285418312195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2664613285418312195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/05/take-it-easy.html' title='Take it easy,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2013045208220964370</id><published>2009-05-22T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T16:54:09.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leaving my fingerprints,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/15875f22c0c8e42e4795ef59bfe652f0ee45cea7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 202px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/15875f22c0c8e42e4795ef59bfe652f0ee45cea7_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday Currents --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;current book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;reading new moon &amp;amp; will probably finish it today.  then who knows what.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parachute.  low vs diamond.  pretty much any acoustic/alternative music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current obsession:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the office.  i watched seasons 1-4 in less than a week.  i'm very sad now cause i can't watch all of season 5 online.  so, i suppose i'll wait for the dvd.  i hate waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current drink:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raspberry lemonade or water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;battlefield by jordin sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current movie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;planning on watching the cake eaters tomorrow.  i'll be honest, i have no idea what it's even about, i just know kristen stewart (aka bella from twilight) is in it.  and that's why i rented it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current wish-list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the office on dvd.  a new comforter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current needs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to vacuum.  very badly.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current triumph(s):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;losing 3.7 pounds.  woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current bane(s) of my existence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;working out.  and my knee continuing to cause me pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current indulgence:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemonade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current happiness:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my darling life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current outfit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jeans, school shirt.  lame, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current excitement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seeing my family &amp;amp; going to the beach next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;current quote or song lyric:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"i just needed you to hear it.  once."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;current mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;blissful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-2013045208220964370?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2013045208220964370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2013045208220964370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2013045208220964370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2013045208220964370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-leaving-my-fingerprints.html' title='I&apos;m leaving my fingerprints,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-4441488327016081618</id><published>2009-05-18T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:44:30.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't even know what we're fighting for,</title><content type='html'>I think it's funny how I still hate Mondays.  I guess that will never change.  There is just something about it that really brings me down.&lt;br /&gt;Add on top of that the fact that I started New Moon.  It's my least favorite book of the series, and I've only read it once so I figured I would re-read it.  I remember now why it's not my favorite.  I think next time, I'm going to just completely skip the first part.  It puts me in the worst mood.  I know that's ridiculous, but just the whole situation irks me and I get grouchy.  And stay grouchy.  Yikes.&lt;br /&gt;I would really just like to chill out on my couch and watch The Office.  Unfortunately, I can't do that at the moment.  Thank you Halo 3.  At least Nathan enjoys my new obsession so he doesn't object when I want to watch it.  Every. single. night. &lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go chill out with the treadmill and my iPod instead.  Even though my knees are seriously killing me.  Seriously.  PAIN.  For the past week nearly.  I don't know what I did to make my knees hate me, but right now they do. &lt;br /&gt;I have errands to run, but I loathe running errands right now.  A mall &amp;amp; Wal-Mart trip??  No thanks.  I have to get it done soon though, since my beach vacation is coming up.  I'm excited.  Sort of.  I am, but then again, I hate leaving home for so long.  And I think it might be a bit of an exhausting trip.  But, I'm looking forward to it.  I will also be bringing home a new addition to the family when I come back.  A kitten!  As if I needed something else to occupy my time.  Boy, I'm really not ready for kids...just the thought of having a dog &amp;amp; a cat is nearly overwhelming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-4441488327016081618?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/4441488327016081618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=4441488327016081618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4441488327016081618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/4441488327016081618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-even-know-what-were-fighting-for.html' title='Don&apos;t even know what we&apos;re fighting for,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-7422321838206202170</id><published>2009-05-17T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T12:46:01.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My latest obsession,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/images/downloads/Office-Cast-800x600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 247px;" src="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/images/downloads/Office-Cast-800x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so addicted.&lt;br /&gt;We can get seasons 1-4 on our xbox via Netflix.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't modern technology the greatest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched all of season 1 today &amp;amp; started season 2.&lt;br /&gt;I'm itching to throw out my to-do list &amp;amp; go watch.&lt;br /&gt;That Jim...&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/8377796089717368069-7422321838206202170?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/7422321838206202170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=7422321838206202170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7422321838206202170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/7422321838206202170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-latest-obsession.html' title='My latest obsession,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-311770900148930223</id><published>2009-05-16T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T16:10:56.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='edwardcullen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>My thoughts you can't decode,</title><content type='html'>WARNING: THIS POST IS LONG, RANDOM, AND PROBABLY VERY BORING.  But, I'm posting it anyway! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Twilight.  Again.  And since I've seen it 345923573 times, I decided to share a few thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Regardless of how many times I watch the movie, the very first scene that Jacob is in I always scream something along the lines of "Ugh, I hate you!"  Haha.  I have issues, I know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The first time we see Edward -- I always get chills.  I am talking serious goosebumps.  I love the little smirk when he hears Jessica, and the look of confusion when he can't hear Bella.  LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I really hate the biology scene when Edward first smells Bella.  Seriously, he looks like he's going to throw up -- not like he wants to kill her.  But Bella smelling her hair cracks me up everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Okay don't laugh, I didn't lose my power cord, it ran away.  Screaming."  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Charlie at the hospital after the crash scene talking to Tyler.  Especially when he grabs the curtain, too funny.  And Carlisle walking in all super hot doctor?  I die every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Mike asking Bella to prom.  And Edward's smile at hearing it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  "I mean, you don't even say hi to me."  "Hi." and "I had an adrenaline rush.  It's very common.  You can Google it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is up with the worm thing and Eric?  Just weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  "La Push baby."  "Okay, I'll go if you stop saying that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  "Which beach?"  "It's just a little crowded."  Next scene - a very empty beach.  Ah, foreshadowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Port Angeles.  I love pretty much the entire scene - particularly when Edward pulls up in the car and tells Bella to "get in the car."  You get to see the dangerous side of Edward.  Love it.  Then when they get to the restaurant and Jessica and Angela are obviously dazzled by Edward.  :)  C'mon though, who wouldn't be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  For some reason the whole I-know-what-you-are-reveal didn't do it for me.  I liked the book version better.  It was just sort of strange and awkward to me.  And the sparkle?  Hahaha. Don't get me wrong - I love me some sparkle, but it just didn't work for me in the way it happened.  Just not one of my favorite scenes.  I was glad they included the meadow, although it wasn't really how I wanted to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Thank you thank you thank you for including the quote "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb.  What a stupid lamb.  What a sick masochistic lion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  FAVORITE SCENE - when Bella and Edward show up at school together.  Edward is rocking the Ray-Bans, everyone is staring, and he's so carefree &amp;amp; happy!  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  "So you're worried, not because you'll be in a house full of vampires, but because they won't approve of you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Meeting the Cullen family.  This is definitely another favorite scene of mine.  I adore the Cullens.  I even love Rosalie and her hatred of Bella.  I wish there were more Cullen scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  The kiss scene.  Of course.  I doubt any explanation is needed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Edward officially meeting Charlie.  I love love love Charlie in this scene.  Heck, I love Charlie in every scene.  But when he does the "halo" thing, I crack up every single time.  TOO FUNNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  The baseball scene.  LOVE IT.  Oh my gosh, this is another favorite for sure.  For one thing, I love the song - Muse rocks.  And I love it when Jasper is twirling around the bat.  Emmett cracks me up the entire time.  Rosalie's death glare when Bella calls her out.  I love pretty much everything about this scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  For some reason, one of my favorite scenes in the whole movie is when Jasper and Alice are taking Bella to Phoenix.  The way Jasper and Alice hold hands in the car - I just love it.  I just wish we could have seen more of the hotel in Phoenix.  Of course, if I had everything I wanted in the movie it would be 5 hours long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  I really hate the hospital scene.  It probably wouldn't be so bad if the breathing tube wouldn't change places every single time you see Bella.  Seriously, it's so obvious.  And Bella's freakout is a little over-the-top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  Prom!  Another favorite.  Dancing under all the lights &amp;amp; Edward all dressed up.  It can't get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for New Moon.  Well, the end of it at least.  New Moon is definitely my least favorite book, but that's really only because for a good chunk of it there is no Edward.  Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8377796089717368069-311770900148930223?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/311770900148930223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=311770900148930223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/311770900148930223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/311770900148930223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-thoughts-you-cant-decode.html' title='My thoughts you can&apos;t decode,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-3473833712757323802</id><published>2009-05-13T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:20:04.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How could you be so heartless,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling better.  Already.&lt;br /&gt;Today is good.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining.  I walked a mile &amp;amp; did abs.  I'm drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving how long my hair is getting.&lt;br /&gt;I have "Battlefield" by Jordin Sparks on repeat.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still reeling from Kris Allen's rendition of "Heartless" last night on Idol.  Uh-may-zing!&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a Nicholas Sparks book.  LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;I've had the TV off all day (minus a tiny bit this morning) and am just jamming to iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;I finally got all my grades back for the semester.&lt;br /&gt;4.0 baby!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;All that hard work, stress, and worry paid off in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Off to clean up the house a bit before heading off to work!&lt;br /&gt;Yay for productive days!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/8377796089717368069-3473833712757323802?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/3473833712757323802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=3473833712757323802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3473833712757323802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/3473833712757323802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-could-you-be-so-heartless.html' title='How could you be so heartless,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-2077958468152668410</id><published>2009-05-11T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T10:45:39.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living, am I really living,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/398d8a36d73d410693543281779119dd6ab41482_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 227px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/398d8a36d73d410693543281779119dd6ab41482_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm feeling blah today.&lt;br /&gt;I have no energy, no motivation.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even work out this morning.&lt;br /&gt;But I do plan to this afternoon -- I made a date with the treadmill during Idol/Biggest Loser.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling sort of out there.  Ha.  I even managed to use the conditioner before the shampoo this morning.  Guess I'm a little off today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate working afternoons.  It throws my entire day off.  I can't stand starting a project if I don't have the time to finish it, which I don't when I have to work in the afternoon.  So my mornings are spent being lazy, and after work I try to be productive.  But, I'm not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a bit of a grouch lately.  Not sure why.  But I wish it would go away.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday made me smile despite it being Monday.  It was gray all day &amp;amp; only in the 60's.  One more great day before the heat hits I suppose.  I hate hot weather.  Isn't it ironic I'm going on a beach vacation later this month?  Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm already bored.  That's so sad.  Don't get me wrong, I am loving being stress free &amp;amp; not having to go to class!  But, I feel like I'm at a standstill.  Just hanging around instead of working toward something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, I can get myself out of this funk.  I sure need to.&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/8377796089717368069-2077958468152668410?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/2077958468152668410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=2077958468152668410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2077958468152668410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/2077958468152668410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/05/living-am-i-really-living.html' title='Living, am I really living,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8377796089717368069.post-1591918972671949737</id><published>2009-05-05T15:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T16:08:36.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello summertime,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/1b7ce17361e7d328c7dc900e47337a6f22ffd9e0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 244px;" src="http://img.ffffound.com/static-data/assets/6/1b7ce17361e7d328c7dc900e47337a6f22ffd9e0_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's officially summer break.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm officially a SENIOR in college.&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how long I've waited for this day to come.&lt;br /&gt;I am beyond excited.&lt;br /&gt;And to think - this time next year - I will be a college graduate.&lt;br /&gt;It's definitely a good day today.&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/8377796089717368069-1591918972671949737?l=jel610.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/feeds/1591918972671949737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8377796089717368069&amp;postID=1591918972671949737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1591918972671949737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8377796089717368069/posts/default/1591918972671949737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jel610.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-summertime.html' title='Hello summertime,'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06926267790198161575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RgmrkS8Ls68/Sqhufw65d6I/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZfkbZb7i7ig/S220/100_1201.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
