<?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-3484227780586157972</id><updated>2012-01-01T17:36:18.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored(:</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a collection of my thoughts. Through my life, there are ups and downs. There are struggles and funtimes. Heroes and enemies. Yeah, you get the point? &amp;lt;3joyce.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2925724700604594756</id><published>2010-07-13T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:56:09.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO I GET SO DARNED DEPRESSED AT NIGHT?</title><content type='html'>I know why. Jack helped me discover it. Life is so deceiving. It makes you think that you want things that you don't. It makes you think that you're ungrateful for the stuff that you don't even want, but you really do want it. (Did that make sense? Hah.) But yeah, I guess all that cheesy love crap is getting to us. Flattery, self-esteem, confidence and even reliance in other people, make life what it is - confusing. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized that I miss you (multiple "you"s). It may or may not have been just a friendship thing, but I really do miss you. I miss the fact that I'd be someone's #1, no matter in what category. I miss being your phone call every night. I miss eating tubs of ice cream with you. I miss walking to class with you. I miss feeling awkward and amateurish with you. I miss the sound of your laugh. I miss the adventures that we used to have, they seemed so carefree and spontaneous. I miss the way you made me smile. I miss the way you made me feel special, I guess that's what this is all about. I feel like I don't know the feeling anymore, to feel special. Especially with my parents, they're always pointing out the bad and never motivating me. I guess it really gets me down to know that they'll admit that we, specifically me, disappointed them. And there's no undoing it, and I have to live with it everyday. On top of feeling like a failure with my parents, I feel like I can't really complain to my friends, cause either I'm just being a drama queen and hormonal, or they'll listen and not care much. I miss having a few REALLY close friends... Everyone seems to drift, especially around the summer when everyone has their own thing going on. I guess I have high expectations for summer; for it to be a fun and new experience. But to be honest, this summer has fallen waaaaay short of my expectations, and believe me; I didn't expect much... Well, we'll see. There's a month and a half left, and I'll officially be starting my senior year. The beginning of the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2925724700604594756?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2925724700604594756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2925724700604594756' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2925724700604594756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2925724700604594756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2010/07/why-do-i-get-so-darn-depressed-at-night.html' title='WHY DO I GET SO DARNED DEPRESSED AT NIGHT?'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4525105399887632779</id><published>2010-06-27T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:29:10.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 Someone you’ve drifted away from</title><content type='html'>I know I'm cheating, but I just can't bring myself to write some of these right now. But I feel like I need to write &lt;i&gt;one&lt;/i&gt;, whichever one it may be. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear You (actually, I think I'll write more than one of these), &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when I met you. I thought you were extremely weird, yet sweet. But I think I eventually grew to like you. We got extremely close, talking about the gayest stuff. It was weird, I think you were one of the first boys that I started to talk to, just because of me, not because of my brother or any one else. We just became close, and I liked it. It was fun to have someone that I could trust. Telling you stuff was different than telling my girl friends. Especially during our awkward ages, you understood my weirdness. Unfortunately, I didn't always approve of your girl choice, but then again you don't need my approval. Throughout all of your flings, I lost touch with you. I would not talk to you for a while, though we'd both (maybe) try hard. We would joke about whose fault it was that we don't talk, but really, it was none of our faults. Life just happens, but I guess it's up to us to break through that. We've had plenty of 'breakups' then we'd get close all over again. And that was the fun part. Unfortunately, every time we do this, I feel like we're slowly losing it. I remember thinking about how we'd go through high school together, the best of friends. But I'm afraid; we're going to be seniors now, and I feel like it's too hard to be as close as we used to be. I do miss you, but I always wonder if you miss me just as much, or just find me as a naggy, old friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear You, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Similarly, I thought we'd live through high school together. But with you, we kinda have been, discreetly. You're different. Usually, you talk to people more online than you do in person, but it was the opposite with you. I never talked to you online, just in person. I cherished those times, cause I always felt that you were so open with me, but then maybe that's just the kind of person you are. Things brought us together, and then when it was over, our conversations ended. Because it's high school, I feel like it's always significant others that force people to drift. And now that I really think about examples, it's true. Whether the relationship is within your own clique, or totally outside, it forces people to drift (or become closer). I guess I can't really say that I miss you, because we still talk as much as we ever had. But I think I just feel like we could've been closer, and we lost that chance. You're cool, but I feel like things between us will keep getting more and more distant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear You, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I can imagine our friendship on a graph, we've reached the peak several times, but I guess it's time for the roller coaster to come to a stop. I guess it's an age thing that's made us drift, but I don't know. I always loved to gossip with you, strange I know. You made me feel safe, like I had another brother watching out for me. There would be times that we'd be super close. You'd be in all my stories cause we would go out so much, but as we both get older, I think it's ending. I know we'll probably be in each other's lives for a long time, but I definitely feel like we've drifted. I don't know what it is, but I just feel like there's not much of a chance to &lt;i&gt;revive&lt;/i&gt; what we had. I know that we'll still talk, and I'm hoping that we can still be close but because of everything that's between us, that's different in our lives, I feel like we can't be super close anymore, and I will definitely miss that friendship we had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4525105399887632779?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4525105399887632779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4525105399887632779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4525105399887632779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4525105399887632779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2010/06/14-someone-youve-drifted-away-from.html' title='14 Someone you’ve drifted away from'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6350459646916128275</id><published>2010-06-26T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:47:41.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>02 Your Crush</title><content type='html'>Dear crush,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me tell you something, I'm glad that I think of you this way so that every time I see that sappy tumblr stuff, I have someone in mind. It's too bad that you make me so angry sometimes. Being me, I just like to admire from afar. Though we talk, I know that's all it'll ever be. I've come so close to giving up, but you're just so darn cute! You make me smile, though you don't know it. (Excuse this super 'gay' stuff, but it's all I can honestly write in this letter.) I guess it's not like my other crushes on other boys. I feel like, it's different. Like more of an indie movie crush, versus a Disney movie crush. For me, 'getting over it' won't be too hard, or so I think. This has been a crush for at least 4 months now, and I would think I'm getting tired of it, but I'm not. Knowing that I still see you around, makes me think that this crush will continue. I feel like I want to see/hear that you are with someone else, so I can just get over it. But I know that deep in my heart, I like what we have (even if it's one-sided). The thing is, I know I'm probably not the only girl that's admiring you. I'm used to that, though. I'm used to never being chosen first, by anyone. But I guess it's made me stronger. S4L! I guess it'll feel nice to have someone that'd pick me first, and that I'd do the same exact thing. But it also makes me feel good to have my friends tell me that they admire me for being independent. So, I guess I'll let this crush on you, either stay or blow over, doesn't really matter for me. Getting over it on my own would be less painful, but if I was forced to get over it, that's fine too. I haven't written about the possibility of something happening because I either feel like there's no chance that anything will, or I don't want to jinx it. Obviously, in any crush, you imagine what it's like to be a couple, and I know that I do that. But I don't even know where I am in this. I don't know if I'm forcing myself to get over it, or honestly taking a little break in this mini-obsession. So, continue as you please. If you find me interesting, tell me. If not, that's fine and I hope we can continue being the 'friends' that we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6350459646916128275?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/6350459646916128275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=6350459646916128275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6350459646916128275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6350459646916128275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2010/06/02-your-crush_26.html' title='02 Your Crush'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4096411285928961080</id><published>2010-06-26T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:27:53.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>01 IDEK</title><content type='html'>Dear Best Friend, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, I don't even know who to address this to. Throughout my high school years, I feel like I've just stuck to the easy label, which is the one that existed since forever. But then I realized that I'd personally like to make this title really flexible. So I guess instead of this letter being just towards one person, I'll also write a more generalized part. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I guess we've drifted. I guess it's kinda sad. Every time I watch TV or read about those 'best friends' that can complete each other's sentences and know exactly what they're talking about, I miss that we almost had that back then. I guess high school just showed us that things change. I really do miss you, but I feel like it's awkward if we try to have a 'best friend' moment. When we talk (which is rarely), I feel like we just feel like we have to tell each other. I know we've both had time where we feel like we needed someone to talk to, but I guess we've just found other people. So I guess this letter's just to say, I definitely miss you, but I don't think things can ever be the same. Thanks for all the things you've done for me, and just know that I'll always be here as your friend. Know that there are still pictures in my room of us, that say "#1 friends". Though that number has probably changed, you are still my friend. We've gone through so much throughout the years, and I guess it's been a fun run. I guess that chapter in our lives has ended. And now, in our books of our lives, we are simply subordinate characters, rather than co-protagonists. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the rest of you that I may have considered a 'best friend' in the past few years, I'd like to say thanks for all the laughs, tears, and food shared together. Through the mystery, I questioned what a best friend was. Is it someone that's just a 'close friend'? Is it someone that you can trust with anything? Is it someone that can always cheer you up? Because for me, I had friends that couldn't do it ALL, but some. There are certain people that I feel like I can't tell certain stuff, but I definitely loved spending time with you. There are certain people that can't really make me laugh, but put a smile on my face with how sweet they are. I used to think that a best friend was someone that's been there forever, like in those movies where the BFFs graduate high school and reminisce about their kindergarten days. In reality, that doesn't happen. I guess someone just comes across in your life, and if you end up getting along, your relationship grows from there. Then if something happens, that tests whether you can reconcile your differences, or just stay separate. I feel like I'm getting old, and this concept of a 'best friend' will continue through college, work, motherhood and eventually, retirement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4096411285928961080?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4096411285928961080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4096411285928961080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4096411285928961080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4096411285928961080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2010/06/01-idek.html' title='01 IDEK'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4363407073794999964</id><published>2010-06-26T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T13:29:31.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETTERS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;So I know this is cheating, but I'm only gonna choose to do certain ones. And won't even do it on a daily basis; if I feel like writing 3 in one day, I WILL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/3484227780586157972-4363407073794999964?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4363407073794999964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4363407073794999964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4363407073794999964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4363407073794999964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2010/06/letters.html' title='LETTERS'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-1691801923941069401</id><published>2010-04-04T14:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T14:05:02.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's some things that I'm extremely excited for. I'm super sure about and I'm just ready for them to play out. The other things, I really don't know. There's so much uncertainty about it, that it makes me really anxious. I kinda don't like it, but then again... that's the mystery of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For ASB news, Prom is coming along nicely and I hope it continues. :)&lt;br /&gt;Winterguard, I'm so proud of the '10 team. CHAMPIONSHIPS HERE WE COME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spring Break should be interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had our GASM &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; party.&lt;br /&gt;2nd place @ Murrieta Valley&lt;br /&gt;Prom diet with Ale.&lt;br /&gt;Movies with Jack and A&lt;br /&gt;Prom stuff at the Sahagun house.&lt;br /&gt;Library with Tiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's moving so fast. Soon the seniors will be gone. And we'll have summer. And we'll be applying for college! (the juniors) Ahhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1691801923941069401?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1691801923941069401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1691801923941069401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1691801923941069401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1691801923941069401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2010/04/theres-some-things-that-im-extremely.html' title=''/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4667338834356537442</id><published>2009-10-09T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T23:13:16.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I SWITCHED</title><content type='html'>j0yster.tumblr.com (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4667338834356537442?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4667338834356537442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4667338834356537442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4667338834356537442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4667338834356537442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-switched.html' title='I SWITCHED'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-7820032451673231124</id><published>2009-10-04T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T18:59:55.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Junior year continues..</title><content type='html'>I feel good this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Happy 16th Birthday, Jennifer Ha.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, hope you did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll blog more, makes me feel better about myself when I talk to myself(or you people) about my life. I love to hate how Junior year has become pure work. From homework, to practice and upcoming performances/competitions, to ASB stuff like Homecoming or Prom. I'm excited to see how things will play out, but to be totally honest I'm extremely terrified of failing. The pressure of this year and my parents makes me scared. I know I wanna have fun but work hard, and my mom shows me everyday that it's possible to work like crazy and still enjoy life. I just wished I had a little more time to sleep or just relax. I can't even knit anymore ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-7820032451673231124?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/7820032451673231124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=7820032451673231124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7820032451673231124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7820032451673231124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-junior-year-continues.html' title='As Junior year continues..'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-783571517005061058</id><published>2009-09-19T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:15:03.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MADNESS!</title><content type='html'>There's been ups and downs of the school year...&lt;br /&gt;It's only been 3 weeks, that makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;Haha I even counted the days of school.&lt;br /&gt;It's not totally accurate, we didn't double check.&lt;br /&gt;There are 181 days, and Friday was the 13th -__-&lt;br /&gt;I think it'll be hard, but there's the little things.&lt;br /&gt;Dances, parties, birthdays, football games, competions.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the rewarding things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun today. AND it was productive (:&lt;br /&gt;Target w/ Alej in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;SORRY, but yay last paycheck!&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany's house to lag and finish the card/bag/box.&lt;br /&gt;Then we just decided to go to Tenju's for homework.&lt;br /&gt;I finished my math homework! And I kinda understand it.&lt;br /&gt;Started my history ad, yay.&lt;br /&gt;I have some random history binder stuff left.&lt;br /&gt;Bio notes ): and english essay.&lt;br /&gt;But at least I attacked it today :D&lt;br /&gt;Got ready at Tiff's house.&lt;br /&gt;Happy sweet 16 Jazmin!&lt;br /&gt;She was so pretty and the party was so wow.&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want one.&lt;br /&gt;Haha talked to Tiffany and Vicky after.&lt;br /&gt;And when my dad finally figured out where I was,&lt;br /&gt;I talked to him on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;I like my dad.&lt;br /&gt;He understands me.&lt;br /&gt;Yay. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-783571517005061058?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/783571517005061058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=783571517005061058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/783571517005061058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/783571517005061058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/09/madness.html' title='MADNESS!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6056086523909771752</id><published>2009-09-13T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T00:51:28.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>This week/night helped me realize things. I'm grateful for people that care for me, and show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOM. It's annoying that you always want me home and worry that I'm not keeping that S4L promise, but don't worry. You raised me well. I know I do go out late sometimes, and thanks for calling me to come home so much, but I'll come home safely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PISH. I love that you're always there to hear my stupid secrets. I love that you're entertaining(and embarrassing) at a dinner table/Wal-mart. It's fun to find pictures of strangers(or not so much) and find pretty girls or talk shit. LOVE YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HANSENT. Nice to meet you. We have so many common opinions on stuff. You're awesome. Thanks for homework help (: haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NHANTRAN. Thanks for being around ever since middle school! You're retarded sometimes, but it's funny. Stop wasting toilet paper, but I guess that's just a part of your rich-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALEJANDRA. It's only been a year of 'closeness' and it feels like so much longer. It's fun to talk to you about your types, my types, and everything in between. I love telling you stuff cause you always remember and play back at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUARD. I love that you guys actually want it. That showed on Friday. I like that we finally have  a 'colorguard family' with minimal drama. That makes for a wonderful year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I realized today &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6056086523909771752?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/6056086523909771752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=6056086523909771752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6056086523909771752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6056086523909771752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8055248251325515255</id><published>2009-08-19T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:48:34.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(:        ):</title><content type='html'>Blehhhhhh. The stress is coming! But it'll be productive stress. I hope it's worth it. I'm going to promise to try extra hard this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;00   Weight Training  Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;01   AP US History    Hernandez&lt;br /&gt;02   AP Biology         Gerlach&lt;br /&gt;03   Senior Band       Mystery&lt;br /&gt;04   Spanish 3           Barajas&lt;br /&gt;05   Precal/Trig          Hatley&lt;br /&gt;06   English 3             Sandoval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied with that ^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP my camera. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hansen's leaving Friday ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for the future playing itself out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8055248251325515255?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8055248251325515255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8055248251325515255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8055248251325515255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8055248251325515255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='(:        ):'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-339263734078751085</id><published>2009-08-16T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T00:19:30.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Ask of You</title><content type='html'>I just hope that everything works out fine.&lt;br /&gt;I know that going with the flow with work for me.&lt;br /&gt;It will involve many emotions, both positive and negative.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles and laughs. Cursing and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-exhale-&lt;br /&gt;Reminding myself to take some time to BREATHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-339263734078751085?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/339263734078751085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=339263734078751085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/339263734078751085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/339263734078751085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-i-ask-of-you.html' title='All I Ask of You'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6534563948395677172</id><published>2009-08-13T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:28:34.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Step at a Time.</title><content type='html'>Thank you, friends. Thanks for putting up with me, even though I'm a 'freak'. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;To-Do List (for now.)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make Jim's flyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill out registration papers.&lt;br /&gt;Doctor's for physical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calculate work hours remaining.&lt;br /&gt;Finish work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tape silks.&lt;br /&gt;Finish writing flag routine w/ Richard.&lt;br /&gt;Continue to make progress on Big R.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6534563948395677172?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/6534563948395677172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=6534563948395677172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6534563948395677172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6534563948395677172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-step-at-time.html' title='One Step at a Time.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-7188245739532681446</id><published>2009-07-31T23:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T00:03:09.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's summer, I'm having fun!</title><content type='html'>I'd just like to say, I don't know what's wrong with me but I've been having a different kind of fun. And it's been fun. When we went to see Star Trek at the dollar theater in Pasadena the other day, we went crazy in the backseat of Jenn's car. It was very loud, freaking hilarious, but most of all, FUN. Jack + Ale = freaks, that I like to call my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got my paycheck today [(:], we had a mini Guard party at my house. We are like... the 'super stars Aligned' Get it?! :D Richard, Ashlie, Vicky and I watched half of Coraline, ate chips, watched pilates/abs workout videos, played with my exercise equipment, and much more. I didn't know I could have that much fun at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is, but thanks for being my friends. Thanks for being so hilarious. Thanks for keeping me smiling everyday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-7188245739532681446?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/7188245739532681446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=7188245739532681446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7188245739532681446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7188245739532681446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-summer-im-having-fun.html' title='It&apos;s summer, I&apos;m having fun!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8464254212298650394</id><published>2009-07-28T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:54:41.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>Life in Rosemead, pretty interesting. It seemed so surreal heading up to Merced for Hansen. Seeing a whole new scenery around with the cows, corn, and huge houses in the middle of no where was just so refreshing to see something different. There was no boba, fro yo, pho or asian supermarkets! It made me realize how much I really will miss my big brother. I hope he has fun, but not too much, over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I didn't sleep enough on the 5 hour trip back. Something happened this morning, and I had to go to work 2 hours later. Work from 12-4 was alright. I need to bring water so I can drink more. Thanks (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice was alright. I forgot the measuring tape -__- Crazy rifle today... Made me tired. Scootered home with Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer was talking to me about ASB meetings/fundraisers. This really made me realize that this summer is very busy... which is a foreshadow of my junior year that's soon to come. I'm kinda scared but I know I'll be strong as all of it comes and hits me. I think keeping me busy will help me kick the lazy-ness out of my life because I'll have no room for that! JUNIOR YEAR, HERE WE COME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8464254212298650394?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8464254212298650394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8464254212298650394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8464254212298650394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8464254212298650394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-1133907243314574105</id><published>2009-07-19T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:41:16.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>Kyle, I promise to respect you more. I've neglected and abused you too much, but I'm thankful that you've put up with it for almost two years. Please stay for me, for 4 more months. Thank you, Sony Ericsson w580i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry Tuxedo camera. I never named you. I'm scared to hurt you, by trying to fix you. So for now, I can't use you D: But I really wish I could. I would've taken you everywhere, if you worked. I hope you make it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to you guys. Thanks for being here, especially lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;FRIENDS♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sidenote, it's kinda cool to have stuff to do now. It's sad, but cool, that I look forward to going to work, practice, ASB stuff, and girl scout stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1133907243314574105?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1133907243314574105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1133907243314574105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1133907243314574105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1133907243314574105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/07/thanks.html' title='Thanks.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4493545044978638662</id><published>2009-07-14T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:26:28.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I could get used to this.</title><content type='html'>I'm kind of enjoying this.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very tired.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning, thinking I was going to sleep in.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up exercising and practicing at home.&lt;br /&gt;Hansen fails at his job -__-&lt;br /&gt;I was 10 minutes late, but I didn't get in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;Worked in sleepwear and lingerie.&lt;br /&gt;Ate lunch and Burger King!&lt;br /&gt;Hansen picked me up at 4!&lt;br /&gt;Went home for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Practice was rough, it was hot.&lt;br /&gt;We were all 'over it'.&lt;br /&gt;We turned it around, and ended up having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Came home, did some laundry and dishes.&lt;br /&gt;I have a cut on my pinky from the laundry.&lt;br /&gt;3 popped blood vessels from rifle.&lt;br /&gt;And the soap getting into the cut = not fun.&lt;br /&gt;My whole body hurts, but it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda excited to sleep today cause it'll feel goood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4493545044978638662?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4493545044978638662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4493545044978638662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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purses, shoes and dresses.&lt;br /&gt;My back hurt when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was interesting, I made a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;My big brother fails at his new job.&lt;br /&gt;I got home, and I felt bad cause I was cleaning at work, and not at home.&lt;br /&gt;I organized a bunch of stuff at home.&lt;br /&gt;Since 'bleck' week is over, I will start exercising again.&lt;br /&gt;This week will be busy.&lt;br /&gt;Exercise, work, practice, clean at home!&lt;br /&gt;Good health, MONIE$, better skills, happy family.&lt;br /&gt;YAY :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-7593183730879227622?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/7593183730879227622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>This has been a pretty interesting week/end.&lt;br /&gt;Practice and Taco Bell for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;Going back to work this week :D = MONIE$!&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks stand has been fg!&lt;br /&gt;As for practice, we're getting sabres! But paying for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of July was alright in the day.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at the booth all day.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of different people came to visit, s'all good.&lt;br /&gt;At night, I had more fun than I thought I would!&lt;br /&gt;Hung out with Danny, Paul and Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;Slept very well.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up hungry, but whatdaya know?&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to go out!&lt;br /&gt;Went to Garden Cafe with Nhan, Martin and Victor.&lt;br /&gt;Games at Nhan's after, and now I'm home.&lt;br /&gt;YAY 'holiday' weekends.&lt;br /&gt;And there's Costco food at home now tooooo :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1512822693361456713?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1512822693361456713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1512822693361456713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1512822693361456713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1512822693361456713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/07/100th-post.html' title='100th Post!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-1293627873410628394</id><published>2009-06-21T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:01:40.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>My mom planned for me to buy us dinner.&lt;br /&gt;AT MCDONALDS.&lt;br /&gt;Double quarter pounder w/ an XL coke!&lt;br /&gt;That's what my father likes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the official 1st day of summer!&lt;br /&gt;I have set a summer fitness goal with my mom, Vicky, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;I plan to keep that goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've beeen bored these past few days though, but I'm not complaining :)&lt;br /&gt;Make some plans with me ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1293627873410628394?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1293627873410628394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1293627873410628394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1293627873410628394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1293627873410628394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4510919332477274084</id><published>2009-06-14T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:17:33.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These last few days.</title><content type='html'>They're really stressing me out. I went to my mom's friend's house yesterday, who happens to be married to my second cousin. It made me realize that I want a super nice house one day. They're young and successful (happy too, I guess). Seeing this, it really puts pressure on me to become just as successful, or even more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the seniors(specifically, my brother) graduating, the house is of course happy to see him graduate (not that we didn't think he could do it :D). But because of his life in Rosemead is slowly coming to an end, so is his Boy Scout career. My parents are nagging him, blahblahblah, to finish his Eagle project. I believe in him, the same way I believe in myself. We can do it if we put our minds to it. Yeahyeah, it's cliche but now apply it to the lazy Luongs... I made a promise to JaniceTrang. We will be a part of a statistic, 5.4%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are a bitch. They are stressful, but I'd much rather study for a regular test or quiz. I'm anticipating a lot of these finals to be fairly simple, and even easy. Therefore, I don't feel the need to do THAT much today. My priority was going to be Math - notes, Chemistry - read the whole freakin' book, Spanish - just study/review, History - study guide/review. I realized I left my math book at school -__- and the notes are due tomorrow. After an hour of stressing, "OMG how am I going to it?!", I realized that if I don't do it, I can copy it on Monday morning, and I'd be okay... I'm SO SMART! Hehe TY JenniferHa. So instead of my priorities, I studied for History, ONLY. I really should do Chemistry and Spanish because History is easy AND it's not until Wednesday -__-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plans for the week?&lt;br /&gt;Monday - STUDY FOR MATH TEST.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - Work!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - Auxiliary party? :D Graduation.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - Work? Work on routine.&lt;br /&gt;Friday - CAPTAIN TRYOUTS @ SCHOOL. -dunDUNdun-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I just typed random stuff that people probably wouldn't want to read, but it's alright. My blog was supposed to be just for me to be able to talk to myself anyways. PEACE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4510919332477274084?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4510919332477274084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4510919332477274084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4510919332477274084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4510919332477274084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/06/these-last-few-days.html' title='These last few days.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-5708330823866575430</id><published>2009-06-05T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:08:55.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I tell you?</title><content type='html'>I think I've fallen in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With colorguard :), seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past defines us, I'm glad i have a good definition of me. I hope the present doesn't make the past in the future bad. Don't change for the worse! Our world around us is changing. If you're going to be a different, change for the better, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-5708330823866575430?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/5708330823866575430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=5708330823866575430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5708330823866575430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5708330823866575430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/06/did-i-tell-you.html' title='Did I tell you?'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6207468844693908936</id><published>2009-05-31T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T07:02:50.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT</title><content type='html'>And I didn't even believe in myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 625AM when I was supposed to wake up at 545 to make lunch. -.- We left from Scout Hut at around 650 and was on our way to a 14 mile hike! Little did I know, I would barely make it D: It was alright at first. Break after break, I was definitely... tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, and didn't even wanna go to Costco with my parents, or SAVE banquet with my brother. I just stayed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this was a pretty good weekend. &lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;, last day of tryouts (NEW TEAM :D). Shakey's was really fun, the people made me have fun. AND the Lakers won! (: &lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;, I woke up to go to school and work on our project, ALMOST DONE. Went to the park after to WATCH them play basketball. Haha went home, worked on routine and then went to girlscouts. Realized that I already earned some stuff, just need to write it down. Went to Grandparents' house, Happy Birthday Grandmother! Yay Cleveland lost, that's what they get for sweeping everything else :D And yeah, &lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt; was a work hard then super rest later. AND we have food at home now :) For once, this is a happy post!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6207468844693908936?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/6207468844693908936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=6207468844693908936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6207468844693908936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6207468844693908936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-did-it.html' title='I DID IT'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-7022309156816970764</id><published>2009-05-23T03:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T03:16:11.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know.</title><content type='html'>I really don't know why I'm up right now, but some things have me thinking. It irritates me how humans can be so flawed. I'm not sure about some stuff, including where I'm going tomorrow (today). I can't even explain how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-7022309156816970764?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/7022309156816970764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=7022309156816970764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7022309156816970764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7022309156816970764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-7336519718037556583</id><published>2009-05-20T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T17:26:29.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid, ignorant people</title><content type='html'>frustrate me!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Election Day.&lt;br /&gt;And also the anniversary of the day that I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just a regular day, school, foood, work.&lt;br /&gt;But some things have really made me think.&lt;br /&gt;I guess since there's ignorant people,&lt;br /&gt;I should play their game.&lt;br /&gt;Ignorance is bliss.&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when Bliss meets Bliss?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-7336519718037556583?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/7336519718037556583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=7336519718037556583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7336519718037556583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7336519718037556583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/05/stupid-ignorant-people.html' title='Stupid, ignorant people'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-1650657302410065649</id><published>2009-05-11T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T22:09:50.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAYYY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;School, work, Target, home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;$7.50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 203px; HEIGHT: 257px" height="292" src="http://www.forever21.com/images/large/59129611-06.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't have my size online :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;W/ Alee on Saturday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^ Making me look forward to this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LET'S GO LAKERS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to work = bring on the moneyy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1650657302410065649?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1650657302410065649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1650657302410065649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1650657302410065649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1650657302410065649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/05/mondayyy.html' title='MONDAYYY.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2570230522277900573</id><published>2009-05-08T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:15:49.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well for me,</title><content type='html'>It was a GREAT day, for a change :D&lt;br /&gt;I finally felt like I belonged in chem.&lt;br /&gt;My writing assignment was semi-successful.&lt;br /&gt;I was dreading my math test.&lt;br /&gt;We finally got to it, and when it was over,&lt;br /&gt;I realized the worst is over!&lt;br /&gt;4th period felt so empty.&lt;br /&gt;I ate an ice cream at lunch. YUM!&lt;br /&gt;I made AP U.S. History.&lt;br /&gt;Schindler's List is getting so good.&lt;br /&gt;My moracca didn't turn out so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went with the Lams to get tickets.&lt;br /&gt;Got to eat chicken and get boba (:&lt;br /&gt;Star Trek was cooool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lakers&lt;/span&gt; won! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;My father gave me money.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have to go to girl scouts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to the mall with Sanlie instead :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2570230522277900573?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2570230522277900573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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weekend.</title><content type='html'>I really don't know how long I can last.&lt;br /&gt;In this misery I call life.&lt;br /&gt;And now we have to go back to school.&lt;br /&gt;With lots and lots of homework.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fail classes &gt;[&lt;br /&gt;Must maintain 3.5!&lt;br /&gt;ONLY 29 days left!&lt;br /&gt;(Not including weekends.)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks you guys&lt;br /&gt;For making it worth trying.&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate&lt;br /&gt;The things you do for me. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-3758558464930029191?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/3758558464930029191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=3758558464930029191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3758558464930029191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3758558464930029191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-been-such-awesome-weekend.html' title='It&apos;s been such an AWESOME weekend.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-896540426106851207</id><published>2009-04-30T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:22:32.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If you couldn't, then you shouldn't</title><content type='html'>Then I wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;(be a disappointment)&lt;br /&gt;If you can't be good parents,&lt;br /&gt;then you shouldn't have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sarcasm-&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making me feel appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;Like I really belong to this family.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making this family so PERFECT.&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, thanks for considering my feelings&lt;br /&gt;ALL THE TIME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-896540426106851207?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/896540426106851207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=896540426106851207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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opinionated at times.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I have thoughts about everything.&lt;br /&gt;So much that it evens out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be spiralling down.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm either getting annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Or people are being annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't handle being a 'failure'.&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least, in some eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't even try to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;It'll piss me off more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need somewhere to vent.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere to help me realize how I feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1398351975774072456?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1398351975774072456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1398351975774072456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1398351975774072456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1398351975774072456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-free-for-all-here.html' title='It&apos;s a &apos;free for all&apos; here'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-1820344377445056396</id><published>2009-04-28T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T21:35:10.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wonder.</title><content type='html'>I feel that I want to give up sometimes :(&lt;br /&gt;Especially with school!&lt;br /&gt;I mean, it gives students that achieve a sense of accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;But it makes you want to kill yourself sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;With results you weren't expecting,&lt;br /&gt;Or crazy homework when all you want to do is sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would give in to the stress,&lt;br /&gt;But I have things like guard&lt;br /&gt;And people like you, (:&lt;br /&gt;To keep me going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. George Hill is a cutie(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1820344377445056396?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1820344377445056396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1820344377445056396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1820344377445056396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1820344377445056396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/04/sometimes-i-wonder.html' title='Sometimes I wonder.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-1440604703075658461</id><published>2009-04-18T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:48:31.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's aaallll goood(:</title><content type='html'>So, today was champs. I got pretty hyped up and then waited up for my dad last night, and got really tired today. We went to the mall to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;17 Again&lt;/span&gt;. Pretty good and may I mention 'aviators + leather jacket = HOTness' Lagged at the mall for a LOOONNNNGGG time... Finally were off for champs. Taped, warmed up, performed. Lots of gifts (: 5th of 13, not too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the guard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Consider The Following-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No one expected us to succeed (:&lt;br /&gt;We even doubted ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;More than half of us were new members.&lt;br /&gt;We got promoted to Regional AA.&lt;br /&gt;Once promoted, we still kicked butt! :D&lt;br /&gt;Technically, we stayed on top tonight.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's been an amazing season. I'm proud of all of you guys and I'm proud to call myself captain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1440604703075658461?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1440604703075658461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1440604703075658461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1440604703075658461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1440604703075658461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-aaallll-goood.html' title='It&apos;s aaallll goood(:'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-16821345453749256</id><published>2009-03-30T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T00:50:51.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"/</title><content type='html'>Idk anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the fact that I have to hate coming home.&lt;br /&gt;There are parts of songs that I feel are totally me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope my life can turn into happy/love songs.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of the emo songs -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my phone.&lt;br /&gt;Lakers lost.&lt;br /&gt;History project almost killed me.&lt;br /&gt;TSS -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clothes came.&lt;br /&gt;The TV was fixed. (shouldn't have broke in the first place!)&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries + condensed milk = my current happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-16821345453749256?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/16821345453749256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=16821345453749256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/16821345453749256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/16821345453749256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='&quot;/'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6954827304291128530</id><published>2009-03-25T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T21:37:26.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDK.</title><content type='html'>I really do hope for success.&lt;br /&gt;I know it takes more determination.&lt;br /&gt;I don't possess this determination.&lt;br /&gt;I hope for better grades.&lt;br /&gt;I hope for better relationships.&lt;br /&gt;I hope for a better guard (in skill and emotions).&lt;br /&gt;I hope for more money (individually, AND for the world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day went from BAD to okay to good to okay-good.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stuff in the morning, tiring practice, good pep talk, and came home to new underwear(:&lt;br /&gt;Homework now -.-&lt;br /&gt;Math test Friday  &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;Spanish and History projects due!&lt;br /&gt;I hate projects. Too time-consuming. Not worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6954827304291128530?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/6954827304291128530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=6954827304291128530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6954827304291128530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6954827304291128530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/03/idk.html' title='IDK.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-9212164185102630685</id><published>2009-03-17T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:39:41.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?!</title><content type='html'>Why is apple day being generous to me?&lt;br /&gt;I was doing fine with the 'things are lookin up' thing.&lt;br /&gt;The CAHSEE with lynn was pretty fun yet boring.&lt;br /&gt;I ate a lot of food.&lt;br /&gt;Then in an instant things go from smiley to sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;And it continues.&lt;br /&gt;for hours&lt;br /&gt;and hours.&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys who keep me sane, well.. kinda.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-9212164185102630685?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/9212164185102630685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=9212164185102630685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/9212164185102630685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/9212164185102630685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/03/why.html' title='Why?!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8930393023576197183</id><published>2009-03-15T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:54:14.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things are lookin' up?</title><content type='html'>I just feel happy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Though there are still downsides to things.&lt;br /&gt;I was bored yesterday :(&lt;br /&gt;It's so lonely at home!&lt;br /&gt;I've had really unusual sleeping patterns.&lt;br /&gt;So today, I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Ate, watched TV, knitted.&lt;br /&gt;I started reading for Eng &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; early!&lt;br /&gt;Surprised? Me too.&lt;br /&gt;I watched the first half of the Lakers game :(&lt;br /&gt;Went to the mall during half time.&lt;br /&gt;W/ Jennifer Ha!&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to go to get my free underwear!&lt;br /&gt;It ended up not working &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;But I got a shirt at AE with my 2 year old giftcard :) -ty raymond&lt;br /&gt;A shirt at Old Navy w/ my 30% off :)&lt;br /&gt;And a shirt at Aero w/ giftcard -ty nhantran&lt;br /&gt;FOOOD too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;And some pretty scrunchies.&lt;br /&gt;24 for $1.50! How could I resist?&lt;br /&gt;I'm home now, and have to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that a month ago, I was looking forward to the 'future'&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm satisfied with this present.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm scared of the future...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT I spoke too soon. Apple Day made things feel impossible :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8930393023576197183?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8930393023576197183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8930393023576197183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8930393023576197183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8930393023576197183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-are-lookin-up.html' title='Things are lookin&apos; up?'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6976907285358189873</id><published>2009-03-06T23:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:39:25.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks.</title><content type='html'>Seriously. I fcken love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;You're awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Backwards day was eh.&lt;br /&gt;I was sick &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad cause we didn't film.&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Washington wouldn't share!&lt;br /&gt;Spanish is boring now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loner :(&lt;br /&gt;Yogurt, food and bobby pins :)&lt;br /&gt;Practice was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Helped with Backwards.&lt;br /&gt;Manana, tenemos uno competencia.&lt;br /&gt;Y hay uno DANCO en el gimnasio.&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6976907285358189873?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/6976907285358189873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=6976907285358189873' 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/&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trying to figure out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where we went wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; -NeYo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I'm sick again -.- and still annoyed at some aspects of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I set up my vaporizer in my room.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I have homework.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Backwards Day.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday is Backwards/Huntington Beach for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really pray for a good job on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Better life overall! :( ;) 8]&lt;br /&gt;^in all parts of life. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2094887323164087014?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2094887323164087014/comments/default' title='Post 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type='text'>If no one truly cared,</title><content type='html'>I wouldn't be here right now.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making it worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Through my nervous breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that things will go my way.&lt;br /&gt;And I really want the best for life.&lt;br /&gt;M'loves&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2546023272786159278?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2546023272786159278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2546023272786159278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2546023272786159278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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kinda boring.&lt;br /&gt;But at least the book's almost over!&lt;br /&gt;Math; IDK how the test went.&lt;br /&gt;I just pray to God that I don't have to retake Alg2.&lt;br /&gt;4th, was 4th.&lt;br /&gt;Never have a felt like such a loser at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting for the time to pass -.-&lt;br /&gt;VickZ and I wanted lunch to end 20 minutes in :(&lt;br /&gt;5th was a sub, and review/economy writing assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Spanish test was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked to work w/ Donald.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jenn for boba!&lt;br /&gt;And uh, thanks Hansen?&lt;br /&gt;For taking me to get yogurt,&lt;br /&gt;and be late for practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Kim, but we will now be Gasms Reunited ;)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the &lt;em&gt;friendship,&lt;/em&gt; but it only gets better.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not trying in math, it can't get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;Thank you for an obsession that kills me everyday ;)&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda looking forward to the future.&lt;br /&gt;-butterflies-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-7908085027642601497?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/7908085027642601497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=7908085027642601497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7908085027642601497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7908085027642601497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/02/youre-hot-and-youre-cold.html' title='You&apos;re hot and you&apos;re cold.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-7334205684581908745</id><published>2009-02-26T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T23:26:36.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gr.</title><content type='html'>idk,&lt;br /&gt;school was eh.&lt;br /&gt;we talked about the drug thing a lot&lt;br /&gt;and i hate how some stupid people&lt;br /&gt;are reacting to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work was cool.&lt;br /&gt;i got subway after w/ donald.&lt;br /&gt;no practice after :D&lt;br /&gt;and i actually read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to take tests tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i'm scared of failure.&lt;br /&gt;but yeayeah, i shouldn't&lt;br /&gt;tell myself that i'm gonna fail&lt;br /&gt;or else i'm really gna fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, it's friday tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-7334205684581908745?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/7334205684581908745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=7334205684581908745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7334205684581908745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7334205684581908745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/02/gr.html' title='Gr.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6014585913972658426</id><published>2009-02-25T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:33:54.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG IDK</title><content type='html'>Sigh, 8th grade orientation and good for everyone to see,&lt;br /&gt;but not enough for the Regional AA Judges!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idk if was good or bad, it definitely feels like there's weights lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my obsession.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but dream. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6014585913972658426?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-3618147361635986454</id><published>2009-02-23T22:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:17:40.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh Fck me.</title><content type='html'>I hate this day of my life -.-&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at and luckily Hansen Thong saved my life with his english homework.&lt;br /&gt;I did all my other homework in other classes.&lt;br /&gt;I think Mr. B is an asshole. 'It-it'-it's ah-ahm-amazing'&lt;br /&gt;I think spanish projects are ghey.&lt;br /&gt;I think going to work was the highlight of my day.&lt;br /&gt;I think practice was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;I misplaced my phone, and although&lt;br /&gt;I probably know where it is,&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost without it :(&lt;br /&gt;I feel people should stop being DQ's and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that it's fcken BS that we got promoted.&lt;br /&gt;I think we will get dominated.&lt;br /&gt;I hate homework.&lt;br /&gt;I love food :D and boba(:&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying bye now. BYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-3618147361635986454?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/3618147361635986454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=3618147361635986454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3618147361635986454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3618147361635986454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh-fck-me.html' title='Ugh Fck me.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2955382939771090928</id><published>2009-02-22T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:48:14.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOO. Happy Birthday to Jena.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;These days have been crazy. School, work, practice, homework, fooood. There's like no time for sleep! D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday; VickZ slept over when we walked to my house after practice. Made cupcakes, watched tv, talked, and KNOCKED OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday; We woke up at 5 to do hair -.- Rushed to get ready and Hansen took us to get breakfast. Got to school, got dressed, and put on unibrow makeup :D Warmed up and looked at other guards. We were scared because Angie told us that the people that went right next to us were REALLY good because their coach was REALLY good. So we were expecting at least 2nd or lower. We performed, and when we came out for the 'pep tal&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QqZ3jj0ZvA/SaGBAXK7iUI/AAAAAAAAABw/4BMei99kfZ0/s1600-h/DSCF8017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305663679238998338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QqZ3jj0ZvA/SaGBAXK7iUI/AAAAAAAAABw/4BMei99kfZ0/s320/DSCF8017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k', we all felt like we did 'not that great' and Angie said that it wasn't our best run. So I really wasn't looking forward to going to awards. Hung out, and turns out we got 1st out of 7 in our color and division! I was in shock forever. We went to Denny's after to celebrate Jena's birthday AND 1st place and stuffed ourselves with food to celebrate. I got home and knocked out. FOOD COMA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, I checked the website, and not only did we get 1 of 7. We also go 1 of 14 in our division -.- This feels too weird. But today, I will be staying home, eating and doing homework, which will hopefully let me sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week is 8th grade orientation, and I'm excited :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2955382939771090928?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2955382939771090928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2955382939771090928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2955382939771090928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2955382939771090928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/02/woo-happy-birthday-to-jena.html' title='WOO. Happy Birthday to Jena.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QqZ3jj0ZvA/SaGBAXK7iUI/AAAAAAAAABw/4BMei99kfZ0/s72-c/DSCF8017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8685811350559912726</id><published>2009-02-17T22:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:21:48.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoyance and Realization.</title><content type='html'>Things have been annoying me. And I can't tell if it's things/people are annoying, or i'm annoyed, or BOTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, I &lt;em&gt;realized&lt;/em&gt; that i'm frcken hilarious :D In math,&lt;br /&gt;JH: I wanna kill someone! I'm gna kill you Joyce!&lt;br /&gt;JT; Wait, but then you can't talk to anyone in math.&lt;br /&gt;JL; Talk to Janice?&lt;br /&gt;JH; Ew the &lt;u&gt;mean&lt;/u&gt; one?&lt;br /&gt;JL; Yeah! Jennifer, my life without you would be so &lt;u&gt;mean&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;JT; MEAN? Like the in ALG2 book?&lt;br /&gt;JL; Naw Janice, more like &lt;em&gt;range&lt;/em&gt; but it depends on my &lt;em&gt;mode&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Popeye's. 2-time-tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future is awaiting me, and I'm not ready to get to it. I don't like to be stuck in the present, but now I think that I'd rather be stuck in the present, because I'm too scared of the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for cupid, I don't care what you throw at me. I will prevail over anything. With backwards coming, and friends talking about their methods of asking guys, I sit there and think... 'I don't think I'm going.' for my own reasons. I don't mind talking about their problems/gossip, but for now I'm good with listening to others instead of having my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8685811350559912726?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8685811350559912726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8685811350559912726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8685811350559912726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8685811350559912726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/02/annoyance-and-realization.html' title='Annoyance and Realization.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-5779799244227195479</id><published>2009-02-15T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:08:40.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the season starts!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was a long, but fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vicky called me to wake me up at 630, did my hair and got our lunches together in a hurry. Hansen took us to school and we were late, but it's okay we got back seats :D We warmed up and got some runs at school, drove over to Arcadia High School, performed, watched other schools, helped other schools, and went to awards. 2nd placeeee(: ! Went to the mall for foood and came back to see the orgasmic independent teams :D Got home at around 9something, and just fell asleep. Hibernated for 11 hours! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303102274321448914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QqZ3jj0ZvA/SZhna-R-_9I/AAAAAAAAABo/vuxCFR0eIAI/s320/IMG_0207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I think I'm happy because of the progress. Last year, it was like, 'We got SECOND! to last." almost every show. Because of yesterday, I think the whole team would want to try harder, and have a really good season. Congrats, the 9 of us work pretty well together. Aye, 'BE NICE!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-5779799244227195479?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/5779799244227195479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=5779799244227195479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5779799244227195479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5779799244227195479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-season-starts.html' title='And the season starts!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-QqZ3jj0ZvA/SZhna-R-_9I/AAAAAAAAABo/vuxCFR0eIAI/s72-c/IMG_0207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-7464837218190840709</id><published>2009-01-26T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:05:48.152-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.</title><content type='html'>Well let's see. So much has happened in the past week that I haven't blogged. I guess I've just been too tired to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winterball was pretty fun, with the exception of certain immature freshmen -.- Overall, I felt like we had a great night. We got ready at my house, went over to Pasadena Convention Center, 'danced the night away' and went out after. And I didn't even get in trouble when I got home! Too bad for another person who did :( I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals were AHHH. So I got 50% on my chem final/benchmark. So sad... Ahaha, well it's not like I expected an A because Mrs. Washington doesn't teach us anyways... I got an A on my spanish final :D No question! (me being conceited abt my spanish skills!) Errr. English, we watched To Kill a Mockingbird which was okay, but I was really tired, felt like sleeping during the movie. OMG, Math is killing me. I think I got a solid C(or worse :[) but i think i'll at least pass the class... [hopefully] Band, was a waste of 2 hours. For one, we didn't feel like doing anything. And another thing is that it was raining. So let's just cover up our laziness with the excuse that it was raining. History was okay, I got an A. Could've done better, but could care less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when finals were finally over, we had an &lt;em&gt;adventure&lt;/em&gt;. Krispy Kreme, Guppies, and stupid Steven Richardson! It was pretty fun! But we just faced the consequences from my parents because they found out about the ticket. Well, my dad took it easily and was like, "It's okay, everyone gets tickets. This was the kind of ticket that was my FIRST ticket &lt;strong&gt;too&lt;/strong&gt;!" That was a few days ago. And then just yesterday when we get home from my grandpa's house for Chinese New Year, my mom finds out and starts to lecture us(well, him, but I hear and feel like I want to go in and tell her to SHUT UP)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how much this is gonna cost. You know all your red envelope money? You're gonna pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not allowed to drive anywhere anymore. Only to school.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't even need to drive to school, I just need my longboard.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna write down your miles! If you're driving too much, I'm taking away your driving privileges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I knitted and ate a lot! and was really bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chinese New Year Resolutions&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;a second chance&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Promise w/ Alejandra Espinosa&lt;br /&gt;- Like JennLam, spend less money. &lt;br /&gt;I can try to resist buying food from Target after work.&lt;br /&gt;- Try harder in school.&lt;br /&gt;Pay attention in math class.&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinate LESS with homework.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-7464837218190840709?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/7464837218190840709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=7464837218190840709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7464837218190840709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7464837218190840709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-992926918867935488</id><published>2009-01-15T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:34:40.187-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So hmm.</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting to blog for the past few days. I just forgot what it was about now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on Monday, I think I lost my knitting needle :( How will I live?! &amp;I failed my english quiz on TKaM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesss. Practice was ghey. Haha and I haven't been going to work :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedddd. Failed vision test -.- Practica con Angie. Pretty productive? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy; WALKED AND READ, going to school. I read TKaM in first period, and didn't listen to her 'teach'. And I got an A on my quiz! that never happens. According to Vicky, it was 'fresh'. YAY. It makes me feel happy about English class. Math is ghey. I hate it, I hope my C goes up, but then again that means.. PAYING ATTENTION IN CLASS, AND DOING MY WORK! not gonna happen :D we had a sub for 4th so vicky and brian came(: ! Lunch FOOD FBLA FOOD. History, I might fail the final, cause I have a feeling that these review games are gna be ghey and not help. I just hope that our game isn't retarded. Spanish, is getting boring. It used to be REALLY fun. and now I can't wait for it to be over. Went to Bills afterschool, hung out in room, played with makeup&amp;hair. and stretched. &lt;br /&gt;^Theme; optimism overcomes the pessimistic?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¡I'M EXCITED FOR WB NOW! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-992926918867935488?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/992926918867935488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=992926918867935488' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/992926918867935488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/992926918867935488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-hmm.html' title='So hmm.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-7101727509435157260</id><published>2009-01-12T20:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:45:46.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew.</title><content type='html'>So what's up lately? Some unfortunate things that have happened in the past few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nasty period days -.-&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Lots&lt;/strong&gt; of fights with my parents&lt;br /&gt;- GOT WINTERBALL DRESS&lt;br /&gt;- Left my phone at school &gt;:O &lt;br /&gt;- KNITTED SCARVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today wasn't all that great. I woke up imagining that I was gonna not go to school. 'My head hurt' but enough that I could wake up, shower and get dressed. Haha, well first period, had a sub; pretty ghey class, LIKE ALWAYS. I'm going to fail english, I got less than 50% on my chapter check quiz &gt;:O it was my fault... The math makeup quiz was okay, I might actually pass! WOO. Oh man, 4th period is the hardest thing ever ;] lunch was lunch. ATE, did history notes, and STUDIED! And I didn't fail that either! I have a lot of makeup + current homework for spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god, I woke up thinking I was gna fail ALL of my tests, but it ends up that it was just one :] idk what it is, maybe it's the friends that I see in 4th, or just the time of the day but no matter how shitty I feel, 4th period makes it better. So thanks to all of you :D I've realized that this life is gonna 'be too short' and yet I want these years to pass already. But then I wouldn't have time to enjoy the things that are happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winterguard :D Pretty excited, for competition and bags (: &lt;-- week 5! &lt;br /&gt;Winterball! fjdlsagj&lt;strong&gt;ALE&lt;/strong&gt;alkdfjdslak! &lt;br /&gt;TTYL (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-7101727509435157260?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/7101727509435157260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=7101727509435157260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7101727509435157260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7101727509435157260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/01/ew.html' title='Ew.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6770644167958046096</id><published>2009-01-06T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:18:05.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School.</title><content type='html'>It's not as bad as I expected. I felt like I was gna die and feel super exhausted everyday. I realized that if I didn't have school, nothing would make me tired enough to enjoy sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a settle back in day. It was pretty easy but I still had a hard time staying awake in a lot of my classes. I went to work afterschool for 2.75 hours! Haha, went home, watched Secret Life, and lagged my homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on the other hand, seemed completely different. I found some of my classes kinda interesting. Ahaha, in chem, we did this mini lab which is really stupid but whatevs. In english, I finally got a good grade on those TKAM quizzes and got half of th reading done in class. In math, I actually understand the lesson because i pay attention now. haha, fourth, taught the unteachable -.- lunch, hung out in room? 5th, took notes and had 2 sections for homework! 6th, passed back papers, and i don't enjoy this class as much as I used to... Afterschool I went to study hall with Vicky cause I didn't have my ID. Got more than half my homework done, and actually started typing my community service paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I'm halfway done with the week. Because I have tomorrow left, and Thursday is a late start day, and Friday I have a doctor's appointment[I might come back after?]. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow; school, study hall, practice w/ Angie.&lt;br /&gt;Bring $40, update music from USB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6770644167958046096?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/6770644167958046096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=6770644167958046096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6770644167958046096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6770644167958046096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8282013418769513445</id><published>2009-01-04T20:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:12:12.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's weird...</title><content type='html'>Today seemed like a fairly happy day, and yet I find myself doubting some things. I'm home alone right now. Usually, I LOVE being home alone. But I've realized that it's only when I'm having problems with my family. I haven't really had a big fight with anyone lately -ahem- my mom. So as I am home alone, I feel lonely. Also, school's back -.- I mean, I guess there's upsides to that. Like uh, I'm not as bored, I get to see friends, and uh LACK OF SLEEP! [THAT'S THE BEST] -sarcasm- &lt;em&gt;Life, just take me where I'm meant to be. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today, I couldn't sleep at 1AM and I thought about stuff while in bed. Some random stuff that I can't even remember. Then I woke up at 7AM this morning. I guess I'm getting used to the 4 hours of sleep that I'll get these next 5 months! I stayed home and watched the Secret Life marathon. It started at 2PM but I watched it east, so it was on at 11AM. I guess it was cool catching up and hopefully, I'll make time for myself to continue watching this season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, my brother goes, "Hey Joyce, what's your new year's resolution?"&lt;br /&gt;I answered with, "Uh, IDK... To try harder and do better in school?"&lt;br /&gt;Then he replied, "OMG, that's boring."&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I realized, I don't really have a new year's resolution. And like Ale says, "Fck new year's resolutions." I realize that I give myself life goals, whether it's a new year, a holiday, a weekend, or weekday. And it's up to my self-discipline whether or not I reach those goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;¡Adios amigos! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8282013418769513445?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8282013418769513445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8282013418769513445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8282013418769513445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8282013418769513445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-weird.html' title='It&apos;s weird...'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-3679116255496661405</id><published>2009-01-03T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T00:46:04.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh, there goes the break!</title><content type='html'>I remember a few weeks ago, I was counting down `till this wonderful break would come. It wasn't that great, but so much better than the super-stress and no sleep that happens when school is in session. But I guess having a break with sleep, practice, work, and FOOD was a time to relax. I don't want to go back to school, but I'm pretty ready for it. I realized that if I didn't have practice or work, how bored I would be at home everyday. The upside, was SLEEEEEEEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past practices that we have been having have been really productive. I'm still looking forward to a great season. WOO. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work for full days, kinda. I'm expecting a bigger paycheck in two weeks :D and in a few weeks, it's byebye work, until JUNE 09! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's see, exciting events? On New Year's Eve, I went to the mall w/ Ale. I exchanged my crocs, and lucky for me, it was the last day that RUZE was open. Then there were keds on sale! I got the same navy ones, but they're new, they fit better, and they were $15! :D I also got orange pairs for Ale and Jack &lt;3 We waited for my brother to pick us up and then I realized that I would be home alone. I went to the Chuong household. We had fun. Ahaha, movies, food, APPLE CIDER, and weird stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On New Years Day, I stayed home, watched Rose Parade and knitted. Ahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday &amp; Saturday practices... Girl Scouts was today -.- MOST POINTLESS MEETING EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This post is taking longer than I expected&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my homework and Secret Life marathon day. The break was coool, while it lasted. BACK TO SCHOOL IT IS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-3679116255496661405?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/3679116255496661405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=3679116255496661405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3679116255496661405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3679116255496661405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2009/01/sigh-there-goes-break.html' title='Sigh, there goes the break!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2729469574566870437</id><published>2008-12-29T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:37:22.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>YEAHH STOP LIVING!</title><content type='html'>Something we say at practices now(:&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I woke up from a weird and eye opening dream to go to practice -.- idk what the face is for, cause I'm actually kinda enjoying practices these days. Hm practice then work. My phone was running on less than half battery ): but yeee. Pretty tired these days, and I realized that school is back in a week :( Hm what's the happy part of this blog? Practice is fun, I'm making money at work, no 'relationship' problems? OKAY BYE :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2729469574566870437?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2729469574566870437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2729469574566870437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2729469574566870437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2729469574566870437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/12/yeahh-stop-living.html' title='YEAHH STOP LIVING!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-1419566073610876879</id><published>2008-12-25T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:03:37.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh, Jack has a good point.</title><content type='html'>I think blogging allows me to tell myself what I did on a certain day, when my good memory fails me one day. But also, reading in the past AND present, helps me discover myself. My emotions have an overall story, that I still cannot understand and analyze. -sigh- english class really gets to me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've realized that other than my 'busy-work' life, I have nothing... So winter break is &lt;em&gt;half&lt;/em&gt; over, I guess? And I realized that I haven't done much... Recap[if I remember]; Friday-people came over to party, Saturday-Hansen left, practice, grandparents' house. Sunday-stayed home? Monday-practice, guard PARTY [pretty cooooo], Tuesday-work, GASM Party!! :D [pretty darn DOPE], Wednesday(Christmas Eve)-lagged at home, Vicky's house to 'practice', Quick's with Hansen, home. Thursday(CHRISTMAS)-Stayed home with mom, cleaned my room/the house, knit, eat, pee (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I live by this line, 'more or less'. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life can never be balanced.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that one day you can have so many activites to do, tv shows to watch, tests to study for, homework to do. And the next day, you could have no homework, no plans, and yet you can't sleep. I feel like this right now. When school comes back, I will be busy trying to understand math class, read and write english assignments, go to practice, finish up hours at work, and come home early enough to not piss off my mom. But for now, I just go to occasional practice, go to work, and stay home to kill time. I think I set the mood of this blog as depressing, but honestly I'm currently pretty happy. Maybe, it's all the sleep I've been getting :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1419566073610876879?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1419566073610876879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1419566073610876879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1419566073610876879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1419566073610876879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/12/sigh-jack-has-good-point.html' title='Sigh, Jack has a good point.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8621057812620644088</id><published>2008-12-15T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T23:42:59.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estoy enferma!</title><content type='html'>Sigh, I've learned to appreciate life.&lt;br /&gt;If we weren't so tired from school, &lt;br /&gt;sleep wouldn't be enjoyable. &lt;br /&gt;I stayed home from school. &lt;br /&gt;I guess the rest helped me :D &lt;br /&gt;But I still feel sick :( &lt;br /&gt;Back to school tomorrow? &lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8621057812620644088?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8621057812620644088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8621057812620644088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8621057812620644088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8621057812620644088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/12/estoy-enferma.html' title='Estoy enferma!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8523261633182773273</id><published>2008-12-14T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T21:15:08.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, it's cold outside.</title><content type='html'>Interesting weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assembly, okay.&lt;br /&gt;Practice was pretty funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recycle $ &lt;br /&gt;Target&lt;br /&gt;FB Game; super cold, we lost :(&lt;br /&gt;but it was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;I like the flattery ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to school w. Alley. &lt;br /&gt;Went to Santa Fe HS w/ Angie+Alley.&lt;br /&gt;Corona Clinic :D&lt;br /&gt;Met the El Mo girls.&lt;br /&gt;The classes were pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;I learned new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Performed ONE of the routines.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;I supposedly looked good (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8523261633182773273?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8523261633182773273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8523261633182773273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8523261633182773273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8523261633182773273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, it&apos;s cold outside.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4187756117578776507</id><published>2008-12-11T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:27:49.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG, It's Friday Already!</title><content type='html'>Sigh. I'm sick -.- &lt;br /&gt;Today, school was eh.&lt;br /&gt;1. 'lab' if we can even call it that &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;2. 'talked' about stuff. &lt;br /&gt;3. another lesson. QUIZ tomorrow. -dunDUNdun-&lt;br /&gt;4. untaped/folded flags&lt;br /&gt;lunch. in the room. turkey! &lt;br /&gt;5. hotel rwanda :( with mr zegers -.-&lt;br /&gt;6. P&amp;A work. eh&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool, I WAS going to go to math tutoring.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to get flags and go home.&lt;br /&gt;I kinda 'went over' math.&lt;br /&gt;I sewed all the flags :D &lt;br /&gt;Ale and I went to target. &lt;br /&gt;Exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Bought stuff, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;WTF! You have to be 18 to buy Tylenol Cold &gt;:O &lt;br /&gt;I made my GUARD shirt, it's okay; &lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love with it though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holiday Assembly&lt;br /&gt;Practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recycle. &lt;br /&gt;Football Game [official!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corona Clinic (:&lt;br /&gt;Essay &gt;:O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4187756117578776507?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4187756117578776507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4187756117578776507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4187756117578776507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4187756117578776507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-title.html' title='OMG, It&apos;s Friday Already!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2656575677685266575</id><published>2008-12-07T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:22:33.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>j0yster ate some oysters.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY SANLIE AUYEUNG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I don't blog as much as I would like to, but that's okay. At least I kinda blog often. Hehe. Today I went to the stupid scout clean up thing -.- Haha I should've stayed home. Pretty exciting! Setting up tents just to put them back. Taking out ropes, just to put them back in the same box. The only things worth doing was like cleaning the equipment, which was pretty stupid too. Well I just sat and talked a lot anyways. Ahaha. So with the whole, A or B thing? Hm like we discussed, there are many pros and cons to both sides. They are both annoying in different ways. Size can affect my choice in different ways... Size can be cool in cannabalism ways. But if the cave is small, I would take the smaller one. Rule of the Cave; Can't kill them, but you can eat them! Well since I cannot decide, this will be an on-going conversation in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After scouts, went to grandfather's house, for &lt;em&gt;brussel sprout's&lt;/em&gt; birthday. Dora jumper, fooood. Today was one of those days where I eat just cause I'm soo bored. Talked to cousins... ate more food. Cousins left, talked to cousin/uncle, then he took me home. 'did homework', taught my dad some stuff, ate more, 'did homework' and yeah. Tomorrow/Today, there is winterguard practice :D But I need money :( but my dad will pay :D LOL. Okay, yeahh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2656575677685266575?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2656575677685266575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2656575677685266575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2656575677685266575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2656575677685266575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/12/j0yster-ate-some-oysters.html' title='j0yster ate some oysters.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4107475738281382047</id><published>2008-12-01T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:57:45.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I really wish I could drive.</title><content type='html'>Today, I woke up thinking, 'Ew it's Monday.'&lt;br /&gt;It suprisingly went by really fast.&lt;br /&gt;1; chem test resulrs, horrible. 45% epic fail!&lt;br /&gt;2; discussed randomly. my head hurted, mind was somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;3; i actually understood it! doesn't mean i paid attention though.&lt;br /&gt;4; talked in the band room forever. &lt;br /&gt;lunch; FAST GATE meeting. chicken fajitas. &lt;br /&gt;5; pretest, discussed stuff, hw.&lt;br /&gt;6; sweet 15. there was a sub. &lt;br /&gt;work; eh. &lt;br /&gt;practice; passed by really fast, and was kinda fun&lt;br /&gt;homework; i'm lagging and i think i'm gna sleep and do it in the morning, which apparently never works but i'm really that tired!&lt;br /&gt;guard; so we can order bags, finally! I just need to collect money. &lt;br /&gt;Yay, I blogged :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4107475738281382047?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4107475738281382047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4107475738281382047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4107475738281382047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4107475738281382047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-really-wish-i-could-drive.html' title='I really wish I could drive.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8716646693344141365</id><published>2008-11-30T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:22:01.069-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-gasp-, is this a time for change?</title><content type='html'>Perhaps, this is me thinking of new years resolutions too early.&lt;br /&gt;I have recently realized that I have &lt;strong&gt;absolutely&lt;/strong&gt; no self-discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;it's pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I want to change this.&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal, to not procrastinate &lt;u&gt;as much&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone who knows me that is reading this, is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I agree, but maybe I can change.&lt;br /&gt;I had a goal that I would try;&lt;br /&gt;To do homework, then relax and maybe sleep early.&lt;br /&gt;The reality will probably be;&lt;br /&gt;Lag now, panic, do homework, sleep late.&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you didn't notice, I changed my layout.&lt;br /&gt;This is a template that I liked when I first started w/ Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things to look forward to;&lt;br /&gt;- go to IKEA for my cool desk (:&lt;br /&gt;- WinterGuard :DDD&lt;br /&gt;- new&amp;amp;improved me? (more confidence? :O )&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Operation Morton&lt;/em&gt;. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;- me blogging more?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW;&lt;br /&gt;I know people are reading this.&lt;br /&gt;Comment please(:&lt;br /&gt;It makes me want to put these on private.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8716646693344141365?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8716646693344141365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8716646693344141365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8716646693344141365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8716646693344141365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/11/gasp-is-this-time-for-change.html' title='-gasp-, is this a time for change?'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6682748081193012841</id><published>2008-11-22T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T16:59:59.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKKK YESSS.</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty happy and excited for life. Haha so Rosemead won the CIF football game yesterday! yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had practice which I had to run cause I know it best. It was fun, not fun, then fun again. I said yay at the end of every sentence. Haha no me gusta practica con mujer estupida, y con mujeres con pelo rojo y pelo verde y pelo amarillo. (: It was okay, I felt pretty accomplished. Went to starbucks, subway, and target. Some po po FIVE OH scene happened and made my mom and I think. So for a time, in a long time, my mother and I got along. We were talking about stuff and yeah. My wireless internet works now, and I got my deskcalendar. I now want to go to IKEA (: I am also excited about WinterGuard :DDD AND I HAVE AN A- IN ENGLISH. I got an A on my re-write. I'M SO HAPPY ABOUT THAT. (: Now I have to go to girlscouts -.- not so happy about that. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6682748081193012841?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/6682748081193012841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=6682748081193012841' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6682748081193012841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6682748081193012841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/11/fuckkk-yesss.html' title='FUCKKK YESSS.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2368590468298600319</id><published>2008-11-16T22:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T22:15:23.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFUSED?</title><content type='html'>I am. I'm trying to decide whether or not to switch back to Xanga. I really do prefer Blogger for convenience, but when I honestly don't really have time to blog or read blogs anymore, does convenience really have anything to do with it? Procrastination is a bitch. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again. It's been stressful. This was a scout filled weekend, but it's all good cause I got fro yo(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2368590468298600319?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2368590468298600319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2368590468298600319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2368590468298600319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2368590468298600319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/11/confused.html' title='CONFUSED?'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-947002002354344549</id><published>2008-11-07T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T05:15:09.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Nighter w/ 'The Breakfast Club'</title><content type='html'>Man, we just love English class so much that we have to stay up allllll night just to talk about it!&lt;br /&gt;[Patrick Dam, Debbie Phuong, Stella Trinh, and I!]&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired/hyper. Ahaha. well yeah... As of right now, I'm still working on my essay -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-947002002354344549?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/947002002354344549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=947002002354344549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/947002002354344549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/947002002354344549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-nighter-w-breakfast-club.html' title='All Nighter w/ &apos;The Breakfast Club&apos;'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-3795550618376149946</id><published>2008-11-04T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T00:47:52.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG TIME NO SEEE.</title><content type='html'>I've been very stressed. Especially today... with english homework -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, my whole life has become a routine. With everyday, it's the same thing with minor variations in a day; whether it's that I wake up 10 minutes later or earlier, that I feel less hungry one day than another, or I have less things to carry around, it all feels the same... I go to school, I stay at school or go to work, I have practice, I eat, and I do homework. I sleep, and wake up and do it all over again -.- I'm beginning to think that the existentialism is getting to me! goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-3795550618376149946?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/3795550618376149946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=3795550618376149946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3795550618376149946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3795550618376149946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/11/long-time-no-seee.html' title='LONG TIME NO SEEE.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4238192579766397707</id><published>2008-10-21T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:53:41.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wh0a.</title><content type='html'>been a while. a LONG while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERY VERY VERY BUSY.&lt;br /&gt;School, practice, work, food, homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;MYMOMISFUCKINGANNOYING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4238192579766397707?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4238192579766397707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4238192579766397707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4238192579766397707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4238192579766397707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/10/wh0a.html' title='wh0a.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-1378495000013331691</id><published>2008-10-08T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T23:02:14.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gr.</title><content type='html'>Been very tired lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TiffanyTao&lt;3. we are each other's happiness(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texting in class a lot lately. Lot of practice where i bruised the inside of my nail. I still have that pimple on my butt &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming up;&lt;br /&gt;09 jojo jam!&lt;br /&gt;      practice.&lt;br /&gt;10 football game, perform :O&lt;br /&gt;11 car wash?&lt;br /&gt;12 essay day!&lt;br /&gt;14 Senate Meeting&lt;br /&gt;16 Late Start&lt;br /&gt;18 Children's Day Parade&lt;br /&gt;19 Happy Birthday Suky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1378495000013331691?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1378495000013331691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1378495000013331691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1378495000013331691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1378495000013331691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/10/gr.html' title='Gr.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-630892110730051436</id><published>2008-10-05T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T12:15:45.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh</title><content type='html'>Tiring week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL, PRACTICE, HOMEWORK! that's my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what I found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 350px" src="http://www.colorguardeducator.com/images/spinforthecure/spinforcurelogo6x6.png" width="319" /&gt;                &lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 350px" src="http://www.colorguardeducator.com/images/spinforthecure/silver%20ensemble%20flag.jpg" width="968" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pretttyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week;&lt;br /&gt;-practice like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;-blood drive&lt;br /&gt;-JoJo Jam!&lt;br /&gt;-perform at football game!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-630892110730051436?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/630892110730051436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=630892110730051436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/630892110730051436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/630892110730051436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/10/eh.html' title='Eh'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2615224172246300076</id><published>2008-09-29T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T00:18:51.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend.</title><content type='html'>Friday;&lt;br /&gt;school was school. homework- 4 subjects -.-&lt;br /&gt;foooood @ target. &lt;br /&gt;football game. we lost :( cute boys ;]&lt;br /&gt;home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday; &lt;br /&gt;supposed to have band practice, but i just slept. &lt;br /&gt;food, computer, Tv, phone.&lt;br /&gt;Origami @ GS. &lt;br /&gt;supposed to get picked up for Hometown... &lt;br /&gt;but I walked home and got a ride.&lt;br /&gt;^Pretty fun. Decent food, good laughs, past curfew! haha&lt;br /&gt;Phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday; &lt;br /&gt;Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Food. [porridge]&lt;br /&gt;Food. [tamale]&lt;br /&gt;Shakey's for GS. [pizza, chicken, mojos, homework]&lt;br /&gt;Home - TV, computer, phone.&lt;br /&gt;Homework. &lt;br /&gt;Oranges, pizza, chicken. &lt;br /&gt;Computer, TV, homework! Sleep sooooooon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Senate Meeting 3rd period. &lt;br /&gt;History Test?&lt;br /&gt;Allen's Project.&lt;br /&gt;Football @TC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2615224172246300076?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2615224172246300076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2615224172246300076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2615224172246300076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2615224172246300076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2133143462435572920</id><published>2008-09-25T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:02:08.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired.</title><content type='html'>Lately, school practice and homework! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late start today. Target w/ Jackjack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1; so boring! OMG. &lt;br /&gt;2; read play in a circle. Woo ESSAY! &lt;br /&gt;3; Boring... "notes" and CW.&lt;br /&gt;4; Sat around? Ate food!&lt;br /&gt;Lunch; BBQ patty thing. Sat and talked. &lt;br /&gt;5; quiz, easy but i missed one. NO HW!&lt;br /&gt;6; easy... new seat and easy hw. &lt;br /&gt;afterschool; tina's makeup! home! perform, home, eat, homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents suck at recording stuff. they recorded it, and i wasn't even in it. so fcking annoying. didn't get to see all my teachers at back to school night cause some teachers talk too much!! working on essay currently. almost done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2133143462435572920?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2133143462435572920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2133143462435572920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2133143462435572920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2133143462435572920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired.html' title='Tired.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-1371187057653368002</id><published>2008-09-22T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T00:02:53.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh, life.</title><content type='html'>friday; big r. ew. football game, my eyes hurted. heartbroken &lt;/3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday; hibernation, woke up at 1. food, gs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday; gs. EW. homework, ew.&lt;br /&gt;monday; woke up kinda late. boring in school. no practice! went to the bank, got to sit around and do nothing. homework and yeah. i'm improving my rubix cube time! woo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1371187057653368002?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1371187057653368002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1371187057653368002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1371187057653368002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1371187057653368002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh-life.html' title='sigh, life.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2771247131749013639</id><published>2008-09-18T00:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T00:16:44.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there was no english homework! school was school. i felt like sh!t until 4th period, where things started to look up. i felt like i was gonna die cause everything hurt&lt;u&gt;ed&lt;/u&gt;! lunch, hung out. afterschool, walked around, went to library, went to volleyball game, had practice. came home, worked on shirts, did homework, and now i need to sleep(: keep blogging people! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2771247131749013639?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2771247131749013639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2771247131749013639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2771247131749013639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2771247131749013639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoa.html' title='WHOA!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-5579586948766501482</id><published>2008-09-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:24:19.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Busy Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So sorry, but I'm not lazy now a days, I'm just really busy and really tired. Practice, homework, and funtime everyday! Haha. Here's my schedule for the past few days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Schoool... ASB posters/work/food/hang out and do hw. practice. homework. and it starts all over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, walked to school... washington's was boring and i was very tired. english, turned in homework, took pictures, kinda discussed. math, the usual. tried to sleep in 4th but was so hungry. sylvain brought me a cheeseburger! without the lettuce. jk! chen, had a quiz 4/5 :( spanish, made snowflakes, took notes. Afterschool went to target area. got paycheck, bought t shirts and got jamba! practice w/ out band, cause mr. b was sick. came home, did homework. i feel that you people should blog more :( even though i prolly won't have time to read your blogs :( SO BUSY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-5579586948766501482?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/5579586948766501482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=5579586948766501482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5579586948766501482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5579586948766501482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/super-busy-me.html' title='Super Busy Me!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2476507808239986230</id><published>2008-09-13T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:39:42.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st full week *CHECK*</title><content type='html'>So hm 9/11 was sad. I can only remember that it was late start, we went to jack in the box instead of jamba. I witnessed a car accident! whoa. went to school... retarded test in washington. and in chen's we watched this sad video that left me speechlesss. Afterschool went to my house for the shirts, WOO finished them. Practice which would be rated like a 6.5. not that great, but not like i wanted to kill myself. Got home, homework, sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/12.&lt;br /&gt;schoool, pretty tiring but i was like, "TGIF!"&lt;br /&gt;1; washington is so weird. we just sat around as she sold lab coats. sooo slow.&lt;br /&gt;2; burgess; we discussed our quotes and such and got homework, just another day in english acc.&lt;br /&gt;3; oo; homework, notes, classwork, bell rings. boring...&lt;br /&gt;4; band; walked around? i forgot what we did... taught sylvain how to toss! haha.&lt;br /&gt;lunch; club rush. walked around, signed up for stuff, and the bell rang.&lt;br /&gt;5; chen; finished video and essay due monday&lt;br /&gt;6; guerrero; we're actually doing stuff, but it's not hard. we read and did work on the 'fotonovela'&lt;br /&gt;afterschool; hansen took me to work. gave my boss &lt;strong&gt;sand&lt;/strong&gt; and showed her pictures... i was late, and she let me out early. haha. my dad took forever to pick me up -.- went to mcdonalds, picked up ale, went to school. up till that point, i was pissed off... at life, in general. then it got cooler, and i was just like okay. finally got on the bus, and we went psycho. i laughed so much I thought i was gonna pee in my pants. we sang! got to the field, and they played covina. BTW; we won! 50-12. Their field show was alright. We met the 2 members of the other band and yeah. 'I had a double cheese burger, held the lettuce.' LOL. Went home, and yeah. so tired. Then when i was about to fall asleep, I realized that I didn't bring home flags last night. So we're gonna have practice today and use brooms&amp;amp;mops. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2476507808239986230?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2476507808239986230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2476507808239986230' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2476507808239986230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2476507808239986230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/1st-full-week-check.html' title='1st full week *CHECK*'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6511837135424241491</id><published>2008-09-11T00:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:17:59.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIRED AS FREAK!</title><content type='html'>School was school.... Lunch was hilarious! GUM! hahahahaha.&lt;3 Afterschool, keds, homework, jazz shoes, dramaaaaaaa. No no drama, we don't want no dramaaaa. (: practice, homework, finallly sleep! Jamba tomorrow, I think.... goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6511837135424241491?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/6511837135424241491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=6511837135424241491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6511837135424241491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6511837135424241491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/tired-as-freak.html' title='TIRED AS FREAK!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8088388075500062005</id><published>2008-09-08T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:51:07.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I thought I was ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School was school. Got our agendas, but no rulers. Posters afterschool, foooood, homework? [appparently didnt' get enough done] practice, home. Ate dinner, did ALL my homework. Never said I did it all to my best. I told myself I would do my homework and try this year! So far, I really have tried but it's really hard. I'ma gna die tomorrow of lack of sleep. RIP joyce's brain. gnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8088388075500062005?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8088388075500062005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8088388075500062005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8088388075500062005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8088388075500062005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-when-i-thought-i-was-ready.html' title='Just when I thought I was ready!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6176653479750876596</id><published>2008-09-07T22:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:32:12.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wooo! Homework Sunday it is Now Called.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, Jennifer. Recycle is our ghetto fundraiser(:&lt;br /&gt;Practice on hot days = lots of water bottles = some money(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I stayed home. My mom cleaned the house, and I had to help her. I worked on jackets, and did my homework! *yay* I finished? Kinda. Gonna go print stuff now. Tomorrow I'm going to school early with Hansen so I can take the flags and get a ride. And while I wait, I will rewrite my english thing on paper, so I have something to do. Gotta glue my Spanish poem to the paper and yeah. Here comes an &lt;em&gt;exciting&lt;/em&gt; week. Haha very busy? I think... We better get our agendas sooooooon. Bye♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6176653479750876596?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/6176653479750876596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=6176653479750876596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6176653479750876596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6176653479750876596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/wooo-homework-sunday-it-is-now-called.html' title='Wooo! Homework Sunday it is Now Called.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-6784848364290882567</id><published>2008-09-06T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:04:02.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLORGUARD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So today I was supposed to go to work but my boss didn't answer the phone, I didn't want to go in. &lt;strong&gt;I will call her afterschool on Monday&lt;/strong&gt;. Ale, Ashlie and Richard came over. We finished sweats! Half way done with jackets, and I started some more ribbons. Hopefully we finish the way we want to... I finished my math homework! [wasn't that hard. haha] Went to Jamba Juice and came home to "practice". I learned the rest of the routine we had for field show and we made up some stuff for Big R! Wooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Goals this week;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do my homework! w/ limited procrastination&lt;br /&gt;- Balance work, guard, ASB and ^ homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Plans.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday; finish English &amp;amp; Spanish homework.&lt;br /&gt;Monday; call Gabby, practice 6-8.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday; Senate Meeting per. 1, practice w/band 5-8&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday; practice 5-8&lt;br /&gt;Thursday; practice w/band 6-8&lt;br /&gt;Friday; Mandatory football game[away] Reminder; take cans to car and call Ale; shoes for away football? or Big R?&lt;br /&gt;Saturday; Work?&lt;br /&gt;Sunday; Recycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-6784848364290882567?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/6784848364290882567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=6784848364290882567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6784848364290882567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/6784848364290882567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/colorguard.html' title='COLORGUARD!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8447918472407889715</id><published>2008-09-05T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:02:26.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Very Tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*Faking the Time(: / writing as if it were yesterday.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up late, thanks to that stupid character sketch homework... I slept kinda late, or at least a &lt;em&gt;late &lt;/em&gt;that I wasn't used to. I set my alarm at 630 and ended up getting up at 7 20 -.- My mom took me to school but I figured out that even if I walked, I still would've been early. &lt;strong&gt;School was school.&lt;/strong&gt; [I'm gna use that in like all of my blogs now.] But TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1; Washington. Boring. Copied lab equipment and got points for composition book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2; Burgess. Turned in character sketch, discussion, got new writing assignment for weekend. I'm so scared of discussion now cause I feel like so stupid in this class, whereas before, in regular english, I felt so smart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3; Oo. Boring! I like having work, more than his "David and Carol" stories. The work is weird cause it has to be so organized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4; Band. WOOO paid off all $373! and I have leftover money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch; Sat, talked, ate(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5; Chen. Wrote autobiographies. Interesting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6; Guerrero. Started to decorate our poems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterschool; I went with Jack to say HI! to Mrs. Barajas. We went to go make posters. BIG R! haha. Uh after that we went to Mr. Bills to eat... I ate A LOT(: Then I walked home, did some left over classwork, for math, that I didn't finish and went back to school for practice. We had our little practice and then 6-8 with Angie. It was more chill this time, and pretty fun and yet we still learned. Tomorrow I think I'm gonna go to work and have practice with the 3 musketeers and do warmups at my house. I got home at 8something and now I'm going to watch TV.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8447918472407889715?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8447918472407889715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8447918472407889715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8447918472407889715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8447918472407889715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-very-tired.html' title='So Very Tired.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2788534443312376402</id><published>2008-09-04T23:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:04:14.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FACK So Tired!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;School was school. Stupid homework, which was only English... which was very hard! Uh Afterschool, went to Ale's house, home, and then back to school. Practice which was horrible. Walked home, got food at Jack In The Box and they're so slow and when I started walking home agian, it got dark -.- Just felt like blogging....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the stress! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2788534443312376402?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2788534443312376402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2788534443312376402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2788534443312376402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2788534443312376402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/fack-so-tired.html' title='FACK So Tired!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2115038499084431437</id><published>2008-09-03T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:04:23.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things I Forgot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm writing this in a different entry cause it doesn't match the other one and it'll seem too long(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's blogging anymore, and it makes me sad :( My blog list is like &lt;em&gt;2 weeks ago&lt;/em&gt;. Looking at it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Stanley Lin, we are &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; going to start using follower instead of blog list. GOT IT? Good. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2115038499084431437?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2115038499084431437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2115038499084431437' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2115038499084431437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2115038499084431437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/some-things-i-forgot.html' title='Some Things I Forgot.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-5946106561621580314</id><published>2008-09-03T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:04:34.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PST, Jason; just pretend it's 8:00 PM(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So to start off, I feel special; I was mentioned in Jason's and Stanley's blogs. haha and now they are mentioned in mine, they should feel like celebrities. I'll blog like them, but maybe not as much details. But then again, I always say I'll write something short, and it ends up being really long, so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked up by Jennifer Lam and saw all the "freshmen" in Mucatel PE uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0- helped in panther's lair with all the balloons and such.&lt;br /&gt;1 - Washington, Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;I'm not expecting so much from this class because I hear so much from the &lt;em&gt;upperclassmen&lt;/em&gt;. As long as I stay on her good side, I should be fine. All we did was talk about rules, like a regular first day. She made us write down on a piece of paper; -quad rule composition book -scientific calculator. I could've just remembered that... duh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 - Burgess, English Acc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As he said, the torture hasn't started yet. And I'm just waiting for it to happen. We just talked about rules and expectations blahblah. None of &lt;em&gt;my group&lt;/em&gt; is in there and I sit next to Tony who sits next to Hansen, which I talk to them more now? I brought my summer books cause I didn't wanna be made fun of for not bringing. Then I don't know if he's gonna collect them tomorrow but he didn't say anything and like I don't want to carry them but I bet if I leave them at home, he's gonna collect them -.- so I guess I'm hauling them around until he collects them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 - Oo, Alg 2 Acc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not as great as I expected, not that I had high expectations. I went in and my &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; didn't save a seat for me but I ended up being lucky and sitting near them anyways. It was hot in the classroom and we though it was cause the air didn't work, but it's just that he wasn't hot in the room o.O He started telling us weird stories about a pattern of &lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Carol&lt;/strong&gt;. And then described &lt;em&gt;The Bridge of Mathematics&lt;/em&gt;! How exciting. If Hansen and Tony weren't in there saying stupid things, I would probably die, of boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 - Bilskemper, Band&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eh same thing. The jazz uniforms weren't as great as I expected... Our pep better come soon &gt;:O And I missed a lot and was &lt;em&gt;trying&lt;/em&gt; to learn but it was kinda hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woo Italian! I got a strike for &lt;em&gt;not being at the pep rally&lt;/em&gt;. -.- But cool time with friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 - Chen, World History/Geography&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PISACHA! Well yeah Chen's pretty cool. There's "people who seem like they don't care" in that class. I think you know what I mean. Like Pisacha and I decided to sit in the front cause we could be the class nerds! but then people started talking and she started saying how she was gonna move us, so our plan is to look very quiet for the next few days so we can sit next to each other. Because I don't want to sit next to these people who want to cheat on tests or borrow my homework before we turn it in, and I'll end up suffering. &lt;strong&gt;That's why I like honors!&lt;/strong&gt; cause I'm usually the one who does that (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6 - Spanish 2, Guerrero&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know who she was until today. I thought I was lucky, cause of this &lt;em&gt;sono&lt;/em&gt;. But nooooooooo just gotta pop up... -.- We wrote our info, threw it around, and met each other. We have to memorize each other's names, which I'm not worried about. I'm pretty outgoing, no? (: So far, we haven't used our spanish yet and I'm kinda scared cause I can't really remember anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afterschool I had nothing to do and ran into Jack and decided to go to Jack in the Box with her. Talked about stuff and ate food. I really think I want a debit card and it's possible and in reach now cause of Jack♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-5946106561621580314?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/5946106561621580314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=5946106561621580314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5946106561621580314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5946106561621580314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day.html' title='First Day.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-1963749042333554643</id><published>2008-09-02T22:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:29:38.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief! NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And yet I spent my Labor Day reading and the next day reading and writing, I still have stress. Yes it feels good to be done before 10 for once, but &lt;em&gt;When one door closes, two others open&lt;/em&gt;. Usually this is a positive quote, and this time it's those stress doors! *SIGH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, talking to my friends today made me really happy and cheered me up. I had many hilarious AIM conversations. So today I went to school for ASB to help with faculty BBQ which was pretty fun. Went home, went to Joann's with Hansen, home, cashed check with daddy, In Cafe with dad and brother, and home to work on essay! And Hansen made me a cool lavendar bracelet&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So about school, I'm stressed for all of these things to do... Sigh... School tomorrowwwwwwww. I don't know what to pack in my backpack. And my bed is a mess.. I might go to school at 530 to help ASB. But only if I feel like it (: goodnighttttttt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. Stanley; I do not see you outside of school and scout events. And Gaymond's already jealous that he doesn't go to school with cool Joyce(: !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;helloooo soph&lt;u&gt;o&lt;/u&gt;more year.&lt;/em&gt; [new word to correct this year. SPELL IT RIGHT!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-1963749042333554643?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/1963749042333554643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=1963749042333554643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1963749042333554643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/1963749042333554643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/09/relief-not.html' title='Relief! NOT.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-514949164068072971</id><published>2008-08-31T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:48:45.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Has a Shower Felt So Good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After 2 days of sweaty and nastiness, coming home to a nice shower was like heaven. Since Friday evening, I was off to Arcadia Wilderness Park to "camp." *mini-yay* Haha Friday, got there with In N Out, stood around, ate it, pitched tent, and ended up sleeping on the bench. Saturday, I woke up from people laughing. We uhh, ate asian noodles for breakfast. It was scheduled that we have "fun" so it said games for hours... We(not that I played(: ) played games for 30 minutes and just sat around for long periods of time... I READ! Kinda... I feel so stressed but its kinda my fault that I'm lagging &lt;em&gt;The Good Earth. &lt;/em&gt;I'm like on page 80... :O We had a Court of Honor, where I was supposed to get 5 badges... I got yelled at for &lt;em&gt;not turning in my badges&lt;/em&gt; when I did, AND ON TIME. And yet the girls who turned it in late, got their badges! Well whatever, Sunday woke up, ate some left-over food and oatmeal, packed up everything and had a reflection of the camp. Came back to scout hut for like 2 hours! But they had food, so whatever. Went home, showered[which felt so good], went to the mall with Danny, went to Office Depot/Target with Hansen and then came home. I was supposed to read at 9, but to lag and not have to, I kept watching TV and fell asleep -.- Tomorrow I cannot go to the beach with CG girls. Instead, I must stay home, and read straight. I &lt;strong&gt;HAVE to &lt;/strong&gt;finish tomorrow! :( Do you think I can do it? Read one day, write one day. I was looking at some people's essays, and I'm gna make it short like some people's. Hooray for not trying my best! hahahahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-514949164068072971?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/514949164068072971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=514949164068072971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/514949164068072971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/514949164068072971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/never-has-shower-felt-so-good.html' title='Never Has a Shower Felt So Good.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4978628100845766233</id><published>2008-08-29T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T07:53:49.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Cancun.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I finally feel like blogging, but I'm still tired. I'll try to make it as short, but detailed, as possible[or not(: ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So the plane is pretty retarded cause the toilets flush scarily, you have to pay for the food, and it hurts my neck when I sleep. I read like ONE page of &lt;em&gt;The Good Earth&lt;/em&gt; on the 5 hour ride(: woo for me! and the stupid "sample" of XM radio repeats the same thing every hour. EVEN ON THE WAY BACK! &gt;:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha we went through mexican security stuff... Then we got outside to wait for our ride to the hotel. It was &lt;strong&gt;motherfckinghot&lt;/strong&gt;. We got to the hotel, and it didn't match the picture. When we stopped, I was like uhh "wrong hotel?" in my head. It was really hot and looked kinda cheap... NO AC [they were supposedly remodeling]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got to the room, unpacked necessities[shower stuff, toothbrush stuff, contacts stuff]. Hygiene stuff, watched TV and slept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next day, went to the concierge to find out what we could do. Turns out we had to do this business presentation about timeshares. Some phony stuff that they wanted us to pay 40,000 or more, for some nice suites. They were SO nice, and like yachts and such but we walked away. Then we hung around our hotel's "beach" which wasn't a beach. It's like where the boats are parked -.- Then we rode the &lt;em&gt;WaveRunners&lt;/em&gt; which are jet skis. I didn't drive but rode on back of my brother and dad for a while. Pretty cool&amp;amp;fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to Chichen Itza, Mayan ruins. REALLY REALLY HOT. On the 2 hour bus ride, we passed these poor people towns. Then I just slept. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went shopping at the mexican malls... There was like 3 stores I knew... Lacoste[which a shirt costs like $130 where it costs $80 at the outlets here], Nike and Puma. We ended up buying a nail clipper and some toys at this souvenir store. Went home and hung out at the pool/hotel room?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Rode this "party" boat to &lt;em&gt;Isla Mujeres&lt;/em&gt;! Pretty fun but this is where my whole family hit the breaking point, and we all got &lt;strong&gt;sunburned&lt;/strong&gt;. It made us all itch when we sleep but good thing my mom brought the aloe. That was such a nice beach, I brought back some white sand. Too bad I didn't bring back the clear salty water! LOL(: So now I'm black and I guess I'm just always meant to be black ): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to one of the resorts that we could go to for free cause of the stupid business presentation... They offer people with ugly hotels to go to their niceness for free and with a free shuttle. Like there was this hotel called Laguna Suites[sounds nice doesn't it?] there's wasn't ocean front, so they caught them into the business presentation and then allow them to go to those nice places that are BEACHfront, my hotel was only OCEANfront ): well yeah I think that about sums it up. I'll post up pictures if I feel like it, or if you wanna see them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About my life now, this is probably pretty long now. I'm kinda scared, like I took up too much. School; I'm lagging my english acc stuff for summer, I hope I don't do it this much during the year. I'm taking Alg 2 acc, which shouldn't be that hard for me. Colorguard, missed a lot cause of work and vacation. ASB; missed a lot cause of work and vacation. and couldn't get my TA period &gt;:O Work; don't think I'll get to finish my 120 hours but I guess that's okay. I'll do what I can. GirlScouts; I was thinking of not doing my silver, but then I was cleaning my room yesterday and figured that I can mash things together... I can get people[friends(: ]to donate old blankets and clothes and then I can see if they will let me donate them at work. So even if I don't finish my hours, my coworkers/supervisor will superlike me cause I'm so nice! Okay you prolly didn't get this far cause you got tired of reading, kay bye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4978628100845766233?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4978628100845766233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4978628100845766233' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4978628100845766233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4978628100845766233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-from-cancun.html' title='Back from Cancun.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4972919060957588846</id><published>2008-08-21T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:26:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FCk.</title><content type='html'>I'm leavin' ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family is so annoying and i'm about to spend a week with them in cancun. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4972919060957588846?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4972919060957588846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4972919060957588846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4972919060957588846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4972919060957588846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/fck.html' title='FCk.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-3497140012651131201</id><published>2008-08-17T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T10:40:32.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate ants.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ants are so stupid and annoying around my house. They want to smell and eat everything &gt;:O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I've been so lazy and tired to blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friday; work was work. 23.5 hours = $188[minus taxes of course] turned in my time card after work and paycheck comes &lt;strong&gt;august 29!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saturday; Went to my mom's open house thing where there was weird people. haha uhh we went &lt;em&gt;shopping&lt;/em&gt; afterwards cause i wanted shortshorts for cancun! I didn't find anything i liked, and she bought a shirt. seeee, when you look for stuff, you can't find it. you don't need it, you find it. GR &gt;:O So ever since I've been earning money, I was thinking about getting a debit/check card, so i can shop online! But idk and i'm scared to ask my parents. but i decided to shop online anyways. I want &lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=9238808"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt;h&lt;a href="http://www.walmart.com/catalog/product.do?product_id=8251171"&gt;o&lt;/a&gt;r&lt;a href="http://www.aeropostale.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3066806&amp;amp;cp=2284058.1988318&amp;amp;clickid=cat_leftnav_txt&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt;t&lt;/a&gt;s and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aeropostale.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3073273&amp;amp;cp=2284058.2183135&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aeropostale.com/product/index.jsp?productId=3073274&amp;amp;cp=2284058.2183135&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forever21.com/product.asp?catalog%5Fname=FOREVER21&amp;amp;category%5Fname=dailyspecial&amp;amp;product%5Fid=2049140754&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;/coverup thing for the beach(: I still have my birthday giftcards. This week, I gotta go to Walmart and late-night mall shopping. well not late night, but after work, quick, without friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Olympics&amp;hearts;! I don't think I'll do anything today but I'll promise to read &lt;em&gt;at least&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; page of &lt;em&gt;The Good Earth.&lt;/em&gt;  kbye. &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/3484227780586157972-3497140012651131201?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/3497140012651131201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=3497140012651131201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3497140012651131201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3497140012651131201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-so-lazy-and-tired-to-blog.html' title='I hate ants.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4112004078195506702</id><published>2008-08-14T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:24:27.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW;Work, Olympics, Wondering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm went to work, pretty easy. Good lunch, woo 17 hours! haha got a snickers, YUM! I've been craving and breaking out. You know what that means? Love story: when I hate you, you're around. when I need/want you, you're not around :( you'll come back to me eventually. Haha you get it? funny. Watched olympics. I like watching swimming and gymnastics as i've said previously. &lt;em&gt;They&lt;/em&gt; came back today. Hansen and Co[HCO] come back saturday. I was wondering, since Phelps is always listening to his iPod before his races, what's his playlist in that period? haha. Well i liked USA women's gymnastics. Wooo Nastia and Shawn. Haha ate dinner, walked to target. I saw AJ and Johnny and my aunt there. walked home[yay! exercise!] Watched more olympics and yeahh. ABDC was ghey they didn't tell us the winner &gt;:O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-tomorrow; work and drop off time card. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-sometime in the near future;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-read &lt;em&gt;The Good Earth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-pack for cancun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-fill out registration forms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-drink more water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-exercise more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-eat healthier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-earn more money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-work harder in school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-live life more unstressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-enjoy old and new relationships next year?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4112004078195506702?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4112004078195506702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4112004078195506702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4112004078195506702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4112004078195506702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/work-olympics-wondering.html' title='WOW;Work, Olympics, Wondering.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-7329583080965429534</id><published>2008-08-13T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:20:16.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics, Work, Sleep, Worry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha so a lot of my readers are gone, which is why I don't feel like blogging -.- and I've been busy/lazy. Haha so in the last few days I got obsessed with watching the olympics. I like watching things that americans own at. Hahah, well yeah that included/includes gymnastics, swimming, volleyball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was my second day at work. So I work at this non-profit organization that is behind a church. I am a clerical assistant, so I &lt;em&gt;assist &lt;/em&gt;my supervisor, a &lt;em&gt;clerk&lt;/em&gt;. Or as Nhan says, "Haha, you make holy water!" Hahah and yeah. It's pretty easy $8 an hour but I'm mad that they gave me the job when I started having things to do, ASB conference, practices that I've missed :( and they couldn't give me the job when I sat home for 4 hours after summerschool everyday! &gt;:O But it's all good. So Tiff and Jenn come back tomorrow? Hansen&amp;amp; the rest of the boyscouts come back on Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next week; Band camp/practice for a few hours, then work. Registration. Leave for Cancun. WOW. This is another summer that seemed to just fly by. *Start reading &lt;em&gt;The Good Earth&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-7329583080965429534?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/7329583080965429534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=7329583080965429534' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7329583080965429534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7329583080965429534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics-work-sleep-worry.html' title='Olympics, Work, Sleep, Worry.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-5297914397166972188</id><published>2008-08-08T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T10:24:54.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Days at Grandparents' house.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;; Practice, Denny's, stayed home, went to Nubi's and then off to grandparents' house. Uh watched tv, cleaned up the house, ate, and made those mochi/black stuff/peanut balls. Got home at like 12something, so tired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;; Woke up at around 9 to go back to grandparents' house for a ceremony of 100 days for my grandma. I truly miss you&lt;3&gt;:O But after a while, I found it to be relaxing because I fell asleep about 3-4 times to the music. Watched the Olympics opening ceremony there. The performances were pretty cool, but it got boring after a while. I got some battle scars &gt;:O and now it hurts to have that angry face/wash my face/rub my eyes. &gt;:O I can't do that! haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Job update; supposed to have a meeting on Monday either with Jessica or my future supervisor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been having some weird dreams that are making me think... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*I'm faking the time so it can say yesterday. I've been lazy/tired to blog so yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-5297914397166972188?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/5297914397166972188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=5297914397166972188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5297914397166972188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5297914397166972188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/two-days-at-grandparents-house.html' title='Two Days at Grandparents&apos; house.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-7829103730559823556</id><published>2008-08-06T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:49:59.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Booorrrring....</title><content type='html'>Today; practice, home, lag, fooood. I walked with my mom and came home. We sat and talked for our usual cool down. It usually lasts 10-30 minutes. Today we talked a lot, and when we were done, we checked the time and we realized we walked from 9-9:30, and talked from 9:30-10:30! WHOA! Haha i'm tired, tomorrow I have practice and fawk, hopefully work! &gt;:O&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday; practice, lag, coldstones. Ta-da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very tired=short, boring blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-7829103730559823556?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/7829103730559823556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=7829103730559823556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7829103730559823556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/7829103730559823556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/booorrrring.html' title='Booorrrring....'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8958905760686208647</id><published>2008-08-05T23:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T23:23:46.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm tired.</title><content type='html'>I'll tell about it tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8958905760686208647?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8958905760686208647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8958905760686208647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8958905760686208647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8958905760686208647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m tired.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4279504595535106180</id><published>2008-08-05T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T15:28:03.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So guess what I did? I stayed home. Nice, right? We ordered tuscani pasta. OMG i love that stuff. haha watched tv, computer, and texted. Hm found out where the camera is! YES! i got a call about work, and have to wait some more &gt;:O at this rate, i will only get to work for a few weeks &gt;:O The time passed by really fast. I ate dinner, walked around the block with my mom, and practiced flags. More computer, and gonna sleep earlier today, I've been sleeping like at 2 or 3 lately. Today I slept at 3 and woke up at 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story: &lt;em&gt;the past-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me; Mom, you say &lt;u&gt;no&lt;/u&gt; to everything.&lt;br /&gt;Mom; NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;^if you're not laughing, you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hansen; Mom, do you have a hearing problem?&lt;br /&gt;Mom; Huh?&lt;br /&gt;^funnier, but again if you're not laughing, you had to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday Jason!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I noticed I forgot to say happy birthday to Stanley the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4279504595535106180?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4279504595535106180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4279504595535106180' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4279504595535106180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4279504595535106180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/nothing-much.html' title='Nothing Much.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-8250976851841071344</id><published>2008-08-03T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T23:51:26.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eyes Hurt!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So my eyes have been dry lately. Last time when this happened, the doctor gave me an order to wear my glasses for a week and no contacts whatsoever. To make sure I didn't wear contacts, they just didnt' give them to me -.- Right now that's not an option so if I wanna go out, I practically feel that I HAVE to wear my contacts. This dryness happened in May and came back to haunt me recently. It started during summer school. haha it still hasn't hit me that school is over... The summer, better yet last summer, the school year, and this summer has passed by soooo fast. I remember how things were before and how they are now. Very different and yet I can't describe whether it's good or bad. *sigh* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Essays are due in about 15 minutes and I'm so glad I finished mine even though it's prolly as tiffany said, "my essay's shit." Thank you SO much stanley. You don't understand how lazy I am and how much I appreciate you helping me with almost the whole thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right when that stress decides to get out of my life, another one arises. I was looking for my brother's camera, which used to be on the floor of my room, and it wasn't there anymore! Well it's either, I misplaced it, my mom cleaned my room and stole it, or my dad used it to take pictures and such. I'm so scared that I can't find it and hopefully I will find it. I have found that I have the talent... to break or lose cameras :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyways, what did I do today? I woke up at about 8ish. Started to read the book a bit. Ate, wrote essay, went to Jonathan's Eagle Project, which wasn't fun but wasn't boring. Hahah. Came home, watched Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. My eyes really hurt and then I was really tired so I found myself sleeping through parts BOTH times that it replayed. HAHA then I wanted to post my essay at 11:11 again but I fell asleep. Being the smart girl I am, I set an alarm. But it didn't work, hahahah. It fell off Hansen's bed and as of now, I can't find my phone! Well so I had to post at like 11:30ish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow; &lt;strong&gt;nothing! &lt;/strong&gt;hopefully get a call from &lt;em&gt;Jessica&lt;/em&gt; so I can workkkkkkk. I probably sound really excited in my blogs about working. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-8250976851841071344?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/8250976851841071344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=8250976851841071344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8250976851841071344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/8250976851841071344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-eyes-hurt.html' title='My Eyes Hurt!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2438025702354991690</id><published>2008-08-02T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T16:42:36.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, it's been like week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tuesday; earthquake, we were learning about sexuality when it happened&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wednesday; Haha can't even remember what I did. Uh found out I could get the job?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thursday; Classes were easy. Pisacha was at school, yay she's alive! Afterschool practice I totally killed my foot by dropping a flag on it -.- after practice went to get my work permit with my mom and hopefully, I'll get to work by next week. Read? haha Nubi's late at like 6 with Hansen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday; Practice. Read, kinda. PLC then went out to eat with Hansen and Danny. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today; READ READ READ, and as of right now, I'm on page 210 and will promise myself to start the essay today. Not as in, oh I wrote one sentence. Not that BS like at least a paragraph or outline. Hopefully I finish my "rough draft" before I go to Jonathan's thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow; essay, Jonathan's eagle thing? Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants on ABC family. ESSAY DUE AT 12! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So maybe when I'm not as stressed, I'll remember to blog everyday. I've been falling asleep while reading at night which is why I'm still not finished... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things in the future(&lt;u&gt;some&lt;/u&gt; to look &lt;em&gt;forward&lt;/em&gt; to)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-not to lag &lt;em&gt;The Good Earth&lt;/em&gt; assignment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Hansen's gone for a week at Catalina. [Oh and all the other boyscouts too. haha]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Band Camp Aug 19-21 for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Registration Aug 20 8AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Cancun! Aug 22-27&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Arcadia Camp Aug 29-31?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-School Starts; SOPHOMORE YEAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2438025702354991690?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2438025702354991690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2438025702354991690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2438025702354991690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2438025702354991690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/08/sorry-its-been-like-week.html' title='Sorry, it&apos;s been like week?'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2039395455822732783</id><published>2008-07-28T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:22:45.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STRESS!</title><content type='html'>OMG so stressed. 3 more days of summer school, yay! 6 more days for assignment, FACK. Practice, school, practice, home, CPK, more CPK, CPK and home. Hahaha. Okay too much stress to blog about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2039395455822732783?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2039395455822732783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2039395455822732783' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2039395455822732783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2039395455822732783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/07/stress.html' title='STRESS!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-3495408210759304869</id><published>2008-07-27T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:35:51.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Add.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I helped my brother wash his car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And we washed my dad's car too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Watched TV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ate dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Showered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Didn't read.  &gt;:O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;^maybe i'll read as I fall asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I still can't believe, tomorrow is the beginning of the last week of summer school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Man, these past 2 years have passed by so fast. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-3495408210759304869?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/3495408210759304869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=3495408210759304869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3495408210759304869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/3495408210759304869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-add.html' title='To Add.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-2456871052120920445</id><published>2008-07-27T16:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:32:45.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressed, But Accomplished.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday; &lt;/em&gt;was supposed to have practice, but someone forgot &gt;:O TV, computer, text, and &lt;strong&gt;read!&lt;/strong&gt; Got to page 60something(: Went to girl scouts for like the whole night. Stupid rope game, human knot... little kid germs! Haha stupid discussions. Teamwork food game, I got the bottle of fat(MAYO) &gt;:O. I finally got some of my badges checked! and yeah, came home and was too lazy to blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt;; Woke up, computer, text, TV. Haha, same summer schedule. &lt;strong&gt;GOAL&lt;/strong&gt;; read at least to page 100something by tomorrow night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;To-Do&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Read/Finish book. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Write essay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- More girl scout stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Use up more text(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Watch &lt;em&gt;The Sisterhoo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;d of Traveling Pants&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Then the sequel!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Get new clothes! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last week of summerschool! That means:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Practice before and after school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Mom's check comes! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Maybe get to work(: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Bake Sale Friday?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-2456871052120920445?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/2456871052120920445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=2456871052120920445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2456871052120920445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/2456871052120920445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/07/stressed-but-accomplished.html' title='Stressed, But Accomplished.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-75145121194752527</id><published>2008-07-25T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:57:06.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crunch time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hm so today, I woke up to find my mom was gone to school, my dad was snoring loud, and Hansen and Wilson knocked out on the couches. Computer/TV till they woke up. Then same thing when they woke up. Haha ate eggs and toast for breakfast. Lagged some more, and more and more. Pretty much did nothing in the morning. I called a lot of people to go bowling, but no one likes last-minute plans. After a while, I got tired of getting rejected so then I was think I'll just go with Hansen and Wilson. But then I decided not to go. We went to pick up Nhaaaa and we went to do our nails(: It wasn't that bad(nail quality) and it was fun(: Went home, watched TV, texted, and lagged on computer. I'm improving my rubik's cube times! Haha. I average 2 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explain the title, I'm getting skinnier but not on purpose. So for exercise, there's crunch time(: And there's 10 more days to read &lt;em&gt;All Quiet&lt;/em&gt; and write the essay. I'm scared... I'm on like page 40something! Ahhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-75145121194752527?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/75145121194752527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=75145121194752527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/75145121194752527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/75145121194752527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/07/crunch-time.html' title='Crunch time.'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-4187550354577704660</id><published>2008-07-24T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T10:19:07.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 MORE DAYS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[it's really 9:44 on Friday]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice, I was late again. I'm starting to not really care. But next week we're gonna have afternoon practices and this Saturday we have to work on routine at my house. Went to the front and studied for my Health test, which was easy along with all the other ones[except for the ONE usual that i can't remember or didn't study.] Gabriel was mean to Kim &gt;:O and the work was easy; we did it the day before. Uh break; I got the lunchable pizza thing and yeah. 2nd; quiz, kinda easy? Now we're doing resumes &gt;:O I don't want to look for a "job". At breaks, I don't play uno anymore, cause I'm rubik's cube obsessed(: haha afterschool, went to help in the office. We sorted the envelopes into ZIP(zone in place) codes! Haha I had a chance to take my registration packet but then I didn't feel like it. Then when we got to the cards, I took Hansen's and mine. Then I was like crap, I should've got the packet, but it was too late to go through like 10 boxes of packets. So we'll just wait, no hurry. Haha uh walked home; my new entertainment which was formerly my ipod or texting, is now solving the rubik's cube 2 or 3 times before I get to my destination. Got home to see that Johnny and Wilson were in my brother's room. My dad was looking at the phone bill and they waste so much paper sending us the texting bill. We just need the summary of how many, jeeez. So guess how many I had? 800something. Guess how much Hansen had? 7000something. WTF, right? Well, I showered and went bowling with Hansen, Wilson, Evelyn, and Eddie. I actually bowled! And didnt' suck that much! Haha I beat my 38 last time, with a 63! haha Came home. Hansen went to tennis, so Wilson stayed to keep me company! First we watched TV and went on computer to lag time. That didn't work out too well. Camp Rock was on but I didn't want to watch it. I'm getting tired of Disney Channel[can't believe I said that] Uh we got hungry so &lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt; baked cookies. They were good at first(at 10AM, they're kinda hard). Then we played DDR. Then we raced doing rubik's cube. I &lt;strong&gt;will&lt;/strong&gt; get faster! Watched ABDC and all 3 of us voted. I fell asleep, woke up, and fell asleep. I woke up in my room. this morning/the future morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. No one's blogging/reading/commenting anymore :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-4187550354577704660?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/4187550354577704660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=4187550354577704660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4187550354577704660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/4187550354577704660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-more-days_24.html' title='4 MORE DAYS!'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3484227780586157972.post-5994280554259910687</id><published>2008-07-23T21:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T21:40:49.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Relationships suck."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not the class(: It's a quote from baby borrowers. The couples keep wanting to break up. It's so sad ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning practice, of course I was late again(: I brought my radio, and the CD player broke &gt;:O Then I had to carry it around the whole day -.- Well hmm, first period Kim&amp;amp;I started the peace-love-AND gang(: We also discovered that we have chronic boredom disease because we were counting down! Uh we got 2 breaks. And yeah, it took so long to pass by time. I did work and read my book, &lt;em&gt;All Quiet On the Western Front&lt;/em&gt;. Break; food, kinda? Checked the Career Center, but it wasn't open ): 2nd period; aburrido=boring. There was finally an uno winner, which was Jennifer. I decided not to play that much today. The movies were interesting and sad. I almost cried, until I look over and realize I'm not watching it alone. Haha. Started resumes and I dont wanna look for a job ad. Afterschool, talked to Steven and Cesar at the office. Hansen took me to WorkSource where we had orientation. Pretty interesting and I was glad that I brought everything! &lt;strong&gt;Except&lt;/strong&gt; my mom's check stub! So I wasn't determined anything... I have to wait for the next check stub[which is in a week] where I still might be determined &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; eligible :'( Hopefully not. I need something to do after summer school ends. I went to Target cause I was craving brownies. I used any money I had in my backpack to buy the quick brownies, the one you add water and microwave. OMG so good. BTW; I think I'm PMSing cause I'm getting mad/happy easily, and crave foods. So excuse my attitude. I have to study for my tests tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow; practice? gotta go earlier! 1st; test. learn about STDs? 2nd; test. Afterschool; Office?[Maybe] ABDC(?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3484227780586157972-5994280554259910687?l=j0yster.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/feeds/5994280554259910687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3484227780586157972&amp;postID=5994280554259910687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5994280554259910687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3484227780586157972/posts/default/5994280554259910687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://j0yster.blogspot.com/2008/07/relationships-suck.html' title='&quot;Relationships suck.&quot;'/><author><name>j0yster</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
