<?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-1036869572098498802</id><updated>2011-07-07T16:03:16.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's so sick son.</title><subtitle type='html'>and life is STILL not simple with me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036869572098498802.post-2970037960023972592</id><published>2009-05-11T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:50:05.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think it's like week 7 or something.</title><content type='html'>SHIT. where the hell did the quarter go!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;graduation is coming soon =] it looks like i have month off after school is over for me, then it's graduation, then BAM it's vegas =] i'm so glad things are ending, i'm scared at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that's over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't blogged a decent, QUALITY blog in a long timeeee. i always have these great things to write about, but then when i get to the damn computer, i can't even seem to think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is cassie and rihanna are naked. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo. with that, i'm out. because i got shit to do for class. i doubt anyone reads this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to keep track of my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT NEW WHEELS WEDNESDAY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2970037960023972592?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2970037960023972592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2970037960023972592' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2970037960023972592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2970037960023972592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-think-its-like-week-7-or-something.html' title='i think it&apos;s like week 7 or something.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036869572098498802.post-2318112665359513714</id><published>2009-04-30T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:46:36.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some afternoon lovin'</title><content type='html'>hey everyone to this beautiful mid-terms week....NOTTTTT!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been a crazy busy week for me, academically. that's why i've been below par with updating my blog, but it's all gooodd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is the end of the chaos. and even though i have a little bit more homework and nam is going to be around, i can't wait for the weekend just to relax. i can't wait for next week. every week i look forward to the next because that means it's getting closer to when i graduate!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the library supposedly writing my paper, but i'm done. I'M DONE for today. today was crazy. i'm with charisma and preeya =] my friends have some weird names. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told them that =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway... sleep when i get home, because i got MORE SHITZ to do tomorrow. i know this was rather pathetic, and that's actually more deep shit going on with me, but i'm good now thanks to meggie and krst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2318112665359513714?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2318112665359513714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2318112665359513714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2318112665359513714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2318112665359513714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-afternoon-lovin.html' title='some afternoon lovin&apos;'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-611613351105369250</id><published>2009-04-27T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:44:34.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new picture is off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but whatever!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this weekend was full of fantastic things-- first off, i got to hang out with nam alot last week. so that was nice, i rarely see him because we work/go to school in such far places on different schedules, but since we were sick to shits, we were home quite often...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. scratch that.. nam didn't go to work as often, and i came home right after school. wednesday we hung out with jess and eddie (and some time early last week we ate olive garden with them =)) at downtown seattle. it was fun shopping and stuff.. thursday nam and i were both off but we had to drop nam's mom off at the doctor on RAINER... then we dropped her BACK to mville, then i had to drive all the way BACK to southcenter.. and we shopped our little butts off.. (we needa stop doing that. we're done for shopping. tons of things are coming up this summer) we hung out with jae shawn amy ryan and ahry, jenilee came later also. we left kinda late and i had to wake up early. but it's all good..... except i had to drive because the hubby got his drank on. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FRIDAY. is my usually sleep all day, day. but that didn't happen. INSTEAD nam and i went all the way BACK To seattle with katie my phung and vy for wedding stuff. and then BACK to southcenter, nam and i were still sick, so we weren't happy campers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SATURDAY. HOLLAND FREAKIN' HAPPENING. michael and i went up to oak harbor. which was TONS OF SOBER FUNN with all the bfs. except betina. she had to work. but over all it was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SUNDAY. ..we missed church, this was NOT my fault, ate pho (duh!) and bought jordan and tommy some food. we came home and napped and watched TONS OF TV (well i did homework) and at 8 o'clock, headed to the casino to watch My sing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CONGRATS TO MY FOR MAKING IT TO THE FINALS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can i say, last night wasn't my most responsbile of nights. i drank WAY too much. i have a test in like an hour. i had to wake up at 530. nam drank. hanh was DRUNK. phung was drunk. and My advanced. i say that was a good asssss night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and got home and did the freaky deaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA ;) justtttt kiddinnngggggggg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay. i'm off. sorry that was weird a blog. but i like writing in it. and my LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-611613351105369250?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/611613351105369250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=611613351105369250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/611613351105369250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/611613351105369250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-picture-is-off.html' title='new picture is off.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2830551309740603872</id><published>2009-04-22T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:41:39.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. I didn&amp;#39;t blog this morning because I was on a time crunch. Well gotta go-- earthquake drill. It&amp;#39;s fucking loud!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2830551309740603872?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2830551309740603872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2830551309740603872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2830551309740603872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2830551309740603872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-everyone_22.html' title=''/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-329053258060877681</id><published>2009-04-21T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:12:43.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post conference, post-sickness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm. how did i feel about NWFASA conference '09 @ WSU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was pretty freakin' fun, but i started to get home sick, especially after takin' 'em Ls left and right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;like getting sick was a big one. and losing my voice almost completely was another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well basically i rode with boys--not just any boys, but phillip, bill, paul, and arthur..not boys, MEN. god the discourse in that car was somethin' else. it was fun, and i'm glad i wouldn't have rode with anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i kicked it with hikari, kai, cheryl, and the boys, most of the time. i'm glad because me and hikari were keeping away from everyone's problems ya diggg.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;showcase and night life were definitely the only good parts.. and the "color me queer" workshop. definitely high lights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;on the way home was fast as heck!!. the boys dropped me off in marysville. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then my man came home =] =] =] and we went to eat pho because we didn't eat pho with everyone else in pullman, (takin' them L's manngg). but PHO WAS AMAZINGGGG!!!!. god it was sooo amazing, that nam and i knocked out at like 830 that NIGHT. hahahaha. good shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i skipped school because we were sick as hell. apparently i got him sick, which in all honesty i probably did. sorry boo!!--but i missed him so much, and even though he was sick, he was showing me love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but now i'm at school. on this beautiful day. but i think i'm going to call it an early day though foreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-329053258060877681?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/329053258060877681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=329053258060877681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/329053258060877681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/329053258060877681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/post-conference-post-sickness.html' title='post conference, post-sickness'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-7401829401045109625</id><published>2009-04-16T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:53:04.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a survey =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many people have you kissed in the month of February? just one, and it was a good month. his birthday, valentine's and our anniversary. in a week. sooo just one person, a WHOLE lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the wallpaper on your cellphone? this picture i made on one of my apps. it says "nam&amp;amp;jackie's infinite love" hahaha obvious i was watching nick and norah at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you comfortable with your height? yesss.. i think big, so i'm not small. but yesterday when i was with the 7th graders..i felt small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is your room ever clean? not right now, i have to do that today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Where do you think your number 1 is right now? he is about to go snowboarding =], the last time of the season.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Think back to yesterday, what were you doing around this time? homework.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What color are your pants? dark blue? they're jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Would you marry for money? no i dont even date for money. people think i'm with nam because of money, but i'm not like that...have you met my exs?!?!--never complained then, but i shouldn't have to justify myself so scratch that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many people have you had feelings for in 2009? just one =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who was the last person to sleep in a bed with you? my honey, nam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are your toe nails painted pink? it's purple when katie took me to get my nails done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes? yes, always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whose car were you in last besides your own? nam's dads when he dropped me off this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last movie you watched? halloweentown!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you like fruity or minty gum? i love minty gum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What jewelry are you wearing? my promise ring. i usually have my movado on, but i dont wanna scratch it more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will this weekend be a good one? ugh it can go either really bad, or really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why don't you date your ex? because it didn't work out. i was trying too hard to make something work that wouldn't. and when i realized i hated who i was, and so did he, he left me, and it was the best thing to ever happen in our relationship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you been kissed by someone who' s name starts with T? i wanna say yes.... but i'm not sure anymore. hahaahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does anyone call you babe or baby? yesss but usually calls me honey, or sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What exactly are you wearing right now? sweet pea, my everday smell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What all happened yesterday? school, school--me and auntie cleaned jordan and tommy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's the last thing that bothered you? hmm preeya not going to conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did you run anywhere today? i dont run, i swim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Name one person you don't see as much as you wish? megan and betina. and my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's something you really want right now? those gladiator heels i've been wanting for over a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does anything on your body hurt right now? nooooo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who was the last person to disappoint you? some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever punched a hole in the wall? no i'm not like that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you know someone in jail? nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What were you doing at 2:00 this morning? i was fast asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you wear glasses? yes and i want new ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anywhere you'd rather be right now? other than school, DUH i wanna be somewhere else. back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you going anywhere for the summer? vegas and chelan, MAYBE palmdale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you have plans today? school. and home, back last minute things, and clean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waiting for someone to call? nahhhhh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever kissed a stranger if so, how did it happen? nooo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Whats for dinner tonight? shit i dont know i didn't even think that far. maybe auntie made something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does anyone love you? yesss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you slowly drifting away from someone? hmmm. i dont wanna say drift, but we're too busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did anyone see you kiss the last person you kissed? noo because it was in our room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you still talk to the last person you kissed? everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does anyone hate you? of course they do. do you know who my man is?!?! and how loud i am?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? ugh i hate this question, NEXT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have you ever lived with your girlfriend/​​​​boyfriend?​​​​ hmm. i stayed with a boyfriend from a summer, but my first real living boyfriend is the one now =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Does anyone like you? i know a few who love me =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're thinking about someone, aren't you? all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-7401829401045109625?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7401829401045109625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=7401829401045109625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7401829401045109625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7401829401045109625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/survey.html' title='a survey =]'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-898820648459209510</id><published>2009-04-16T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:03:23.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the day before conference.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there has been some changing events regarding fasa. I LOVE YOU PREEYA!, but fortunate enough for me, HIKARI is coming now =] so is morgan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyway, yesterday i said i wasn't going to blog about the 7th graders but let me tell you quotes from yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;."thats what she said"-7th grader (he didn't use it properly, but i would be more like this : if he did)&lt;br /&gt;."what kind of tensions can there be in a community?" -western student. in response, a 7th grader goes "people deal drugs in the community."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all i gotta say, i needa do homework before i head to jamie's. PEACE OUT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-898820648459209510?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/898820648459209510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=898820648459209510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/898820648459209510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/898820648459209510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-before-conference.html' title='the day before conference.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-6940741591347989282</id><published>2009-04-15T11:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T11:02:01.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey everyone. I&amp;#39;m blogging from my iPhone. Just checking if it works&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mic check 1 2 1 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-6940741591347989282?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/6940741591347989282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=6940741591347989282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6940741591347989282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6940741591347989282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2806546891242997748</id><published>2009-04-15T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:12:26.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i forgot to mention.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate going back and editing my posts, even if it was like 3 seconds about butttt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this is concerning that picture up there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that picture is NOT recent at all, butttt i'm a little chunky there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i remember that fatness at the good chunky--when this amazing part of my life started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was big and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but now since i'm happy, i'm taking better care of myself... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in many culture yanno, consider bigger women to be more attractive because that means they were rich with food--kinda like that, rich with loovveeeee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha i'm not gonna stop with mushy stuff, i haven't blogged in so long, and it's been building up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2806546891242997748?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2806546891242997748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2806546891242997748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2806546891242997748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2806546891242997748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-forgot-to-mention.html' title='i forgot to mention.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-9114806828574213623</id><published>2009-04-15T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:07:22.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iced soy white chocolate mochas =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first of all i wanna start with HAPPY ONE YEAR AND 2 MONTHS, NAM HONEY =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;also to CHEYTEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah..also congrats to michael canda.. yannoooo why ;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i got my first ICED coffee in a LONGGG TIMMEEE. thanks sun.. even though you're freaking cold still. so i'll stay indoors with my iced coffee and admire the sun outside, thinking warm thoughts =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so it's officially two more days until conference, and i still have so much homework to do. i might be packing tonight depending on how i'm feeling. i dont really want to.. but i guess i should. there is no reason for me NOT to pack. i'll probably leave it at someone's house until tomorrow. but that's besides the point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today my senior seminar class meets up with the 7th graders that we'll be helping with their digital storytelling. i'm a little afraid considering i've only worked with younger elementary kids, and college freshmen, so this might be a problem. i hope i have the patience. i'm swear i'm not going to write anything bad because kids these days are ALL ABOUT THE INTERNET.their lives are on the internet (i shouldn't be a hypocrit because mine is too haha) all they need is my name...then BAM...myspace..or BAM..facebook.. or BAM twitter.. then find my blog site. then BAM busted. so noppeee.. just know what i'm doing hehehe =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well like i said earlier today is my 14 months (if i do the math correctly, 12 + 2 = 14 yes? yes...) with my lovely boyfriend, nammm =] congradulate us!! for being in the best relationship ever.. g''head HATE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm blogging's fun. i forgot how fun it was =] i mean all you do is talk about yourself and what bothers you, and who doesn't enjoy that hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER: &lt;a href="http://jacquelynrg.twitter.com/"&gt;http://jacquelynrg.twitter.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-9114806828574213623?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/9114806828574213623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036869572098498802.post-7775785414218709234</id><published>2009-04-14T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T14:12:12.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think it's about time for a mushy post.</title><content type='html'>i cannot be any happier with my relationship..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been over a year. and we're still on fire, without the drama.&lt;br /&gt;i cannot thank him enough. and i've never felt so whole.&lt;br /&gt;people always say that the one year is easy, but its been getting EASIER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so in love. the real kind of love. not that full of drama-gotta-work-at-it-kinda-love&lt;br /&gt;someone who loves me for me.&lt;br /&gt;but it's more than love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate all you want bitchessss!!! but i love him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAM AND JACQUELYN &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-7775785414218709234?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7775785414218709234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=7775785414218709234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7775785414218709234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7775785414218709234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-its-about-time-for-mushy-post.html' title='i think it&apos;s about time for a mushy post.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-534680767057830252</id><published>2009-04-13T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:20:12.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh btwwww..</title><content type='html'>nam got the seattle AT&amp;amp;T STORE. it's gonna be BALLIN'. if anyone needs some AT&amp;amp;T help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let him know =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so proud of you, hubby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-534680767057830252?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036869572098498802.post-7443980870603303025</id><published>2009-04-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T08:12:06.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>easter sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just realized that the picture above is really old. and i'm a little thick there. hahaha. it's cool. i'm starting work out more often so by the time my parents come into town i'll be sexy and grown =] at my graduation. besidesss. for katie and my's wedding i need to look fly, considering it's in vegassssss, the place of the sexy and grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SOO.. EASTER SUNDAY!!--was a GREAT ONE at that. nam was off because i begged him to call off. i really wanted to go to church, since he works every sunday, that can't really happen. we went to church at st. mary's. saw the candas, the banals, the sapidas, and a wholleeeee lot of filipinos. i like church on easter because it's not depressing anymore, it's full of life, and no latin, and more music. i mean, granted it means our lord savior ressurected and we no longer are in mourning. nam and i left 30 minutes early because i knew there would be tons of people there early (this was a first for nam, to be this early, so he was a little cranky pants. hahaha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after that, we went to eat some pho, just the two of us. normally it would be with his family, but since they were going to vietnamese catholic church, we didn't wanna go--because it's wayyy too long, and nam and i can't understand anything (i can't understand because i'm filipino, and he can't because he doesn't know those "big words". hahahaha), so that's why we went to english-speaking catholic church instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after pho..where i chipped a little of my tooth =[ because i bit the fork. FML. or what bellinghammers say "fail"? anyway.. we went home to hang out with jordan and tommy. so the four of us kicked it and took a nap =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we woke up realizing we had to be at his cousin's Ha's house in like an hour and i had yet to cook my spagetti for our lunchess (which is bommmbbbbb!!!) so we cooked..well i cooked and he watched all the good TV on yesterday. then headed there. saw hanh and ha. and the in-laws. pretty chill dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;came home and shawny was there =] (nam's true bro-mance and number one BFF). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i let them kick it so i went downstairs and got ready for beddddddd.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SATURDAY--HANNAH FREAKIN MONTANA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/966/966966/the-hannah-montana-movie-20090326092655984_640w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 480px" alt="" src="http://moviesmedia.ign.com/movies/image/article/966/966966/the-hannah-montana-movie-20090326092655984_640w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with no other then MICHAEL FREAKIN CANDA. we were laughing at ourselves the whole time before going into the theater. it was a great michael-jacquelyn moment i must add. he was surprised that i knew all the songs. only because disney is my comfort channel, and i'm not afraid to admit it. it's good to regress after a brain tiring day of fourth year undergraduate. (I CAN'T WAIT TO GRADUATE) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE MOVIE WAS AWESOME!! it is just like the the show, but longer, and in HD. so if you wanna see some hanny montany, large and clear, you should hit it up. i'm disappointed that some of the other characters weren't as involved as i liked e.g. oscar, rico, and lilly (me and michael agree this is a major disappointment).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after the movie, michael left me even though i wanted to hang out some more. but it's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i went back home to finish the homework i started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well.. that's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FOLLOW ME ON TWITTER: &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/jacquelynrg"&gt;www.twitter.com/jacquelynrg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-7443980870603303025?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7443980870603303025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=7443980870603303025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7443980870603303025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7443980870603303025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-sunday.html' title='easter sunday.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-3940490550593188120</id><published>2009-04-11T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:51:39.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's upppppp..long time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or soo. i haven't written in awhile, but because people have been bugging me to bring it back, I AM. i've been contemplating it for awhile... so i decided to do it =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots has happened since i blogged last, but all good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first and foremost-- i am going to graduate on AUGUST 22ND, 2009. and it's OFFICIAL. it's exciting, and my family is flying up from california to share that experience with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contrary to popular belief, nam and i are still together, we've reached our year anniversary during the "hiatus" of my blog. we are actually veryyy happy. i've never been so happy in my life.. that's probably why i started the hiatus.. the purpose of this blog was to FIND happiness and vent about my annoying life..back then. but now that i'm truly happy i dont see the need to vent :) thanks honey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have two new additions to our family.... and no. i didn't give birth.. but we have JORDAN AND TOMMY =] =] =] our wonderful yorkiee poodle mixes. i love them so much. i'll post up pictures later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a part of nam's brother's and his fiancees wedding. and we are hitting up vegas in september for the ceremony. i've become really good friends with katie. and i cherish our friendship dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of friendships, I STILL HAVE THE BEST BEST BEST friends in the world- megan michael krst betina joan =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm apart of twitter. so follow me :) jacquelynrg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---that is my current news. i know it's broad, but you can't expect me to incorporate every detail now do you? i'm sure you'd find it annoying. but the main thing is that i've never been happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep ya posted. there's some issues i wanna write about, but i gots homework and wifey business, ya dig. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm OUTTTTT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-3940490550593188120?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/3940490550593188120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=3940490550593188120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/3940490550593188120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/3940490550593188120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-upppppplong-time.html' title='what&apos;s upppppp..long time!'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2746308767299170916</id><published>2009-04-11T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T12:31:06.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i vow...</title><content type='html'>TO CONTINUE TO WRITE IN MY BLOG =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2746308767299170916?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2746308767299170916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2746308767299170916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2746308767299170916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2746308767299170916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-vow.html' title='i vow...'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-4731249426138909354</id><published>2008-09-04T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:27:57.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bellingham.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm going to take a break from packing, to write a blog-- why am i packing you ask? nam and i have to move out, and it doesn't look like moving in together at this very moment is an option, so i'm going to live in alan's house for a couple of months. unfortunate enough, i have so much stuff. alan i'm sorry if i take up so much of your space. THANK YOU SO MUCH!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been thinking how it would not living with nam, considering the majority of our relationship, we've lived together. and the change is so sudden and SO quick, i need time to unwind and actually think about this. as i've previously blogged, nam and i have had endured tests of our relationship. and even though this may follow under that category, i don't think we need another big one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**as a disclaimer (in the middle of the post), i am not devaluing anyone's long distance relationships by making my few months sound soo urgent, but it doesn't mean my thoughts and feelings to this situation have no meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just moved into the bigger room. and nam and i have never been happier. finally when things are BACK to normal, and my excitment for school escalates--BAM!.. something bad happens. i swear KARMA exists because since i've been in college, my life has been filled with an never-ending rollercoaster of emotion. like betina said "life is never simple with [me]".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will RARELY see my friends. i think the next time i'll actually be able to hang out with them, is VEGAS. and that's straight up sad. i don't think i'll be celebrating my actually birthday the way i want to. everyone's going to school, going to work, moving, etc. it's sad enough that i don't see them as often as i like.. being away for a few months seriously takes the kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nam. it's so hard being seperated from someone you've grown to be a part of. ---honestly this is probably the hardest part of the blog to write. there's so much things i want to say. being strong during something like this is ESSENTIAL. we have to move out by SATURDAY. pretty much TOMORROW. with a three day notice. change and complication couldn't get worse.. i have so much insecurities because of your "scare." i don't like feeling the way i do right now. i can't even imagine how you're feeling right now. i don't even really wanna think about the bad things that could happen because realistically, everything bad that could happen, could happen by a 987435x more chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---i dont know many things about our future, even though it looks bright. i'm sorry i've been so insecure and been so PETRIFIED that my strength hasn't really been showing, but if i knew anything about what's about to happen, i know that you can ALWAYS count on me being your other half. and you can always rely on my loyalty. you can always know that i'm going to right here, supporting us. no matter the physical distance, i'll support you. and whatever needs to get done. you can always count on my efforts--efforts to make this work. i'm sorry that this had to happen to us. and AT THE WORST POSSIBLE time... but most importantly, you can count on me ALWAYS loving you and staying IN love with you. i'm sorry you have to go through the moving out process too. i mean let's be honest, i'm not necessarily new to the whole "you have to move in a day" fast type of moving out process, but i promise you everything of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we just need to BOTH keeping up with each other. not letting each other grow distant, and making sure that one another is somehow involved in every aspect of each others lives. priority has changed--"us" has moved up the scale quite a bit. even though it's been UP there. all i can think about now is "i can't wait to move into our new house". we need to be there for each other, through visits, our phone, the internet, whatever need be. i never wanna be out of any aspect in your life and i want to share with you every bit of mine--because in all honesty, YOU ARE still every bit of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise you everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needa pack---- and sulk for that matter.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-4731249426138909354?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4731249426138909354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4731249426138909354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4731249426138909354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4731249426138909354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/09/bellingham.html' title='bellingham.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-8265661855961384325</id><published>2008-08-27T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:01:28.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>zune timmeee..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i know that it's taking me a really long time to do updates and what not. BUT HEY, I'M HERE NOW :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been living off my computer for entertainment really. our friend arthur had to wipe EVERYTHING OFF my computer. i wanna change my pictures but i can't. i do have an awesome camera but i can't upload any of those pictures because we need an external hard drive BAD. it slows down the computers. the pictures are so BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. besides that, i've been updating my zune. it looks all cool now, even though it's kind of old news. I GOT IT, so now it's new news again. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;i've been watching free episodes of just random shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been getting a lot of love from my friends lately. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;megan and janelle&lt;/span&gt; came to visit me for a little bit, then two days later,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; joan and betina&lt;/span&gt; came to actually hang out with me, and this morning, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;krst and cheyenne&lt;/span&gt; came to visit me as well :). i'm so glad i have such good friends because i really don't have any here. they're all really nam's friends--they're my friends too, but that's how i met them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday jennifer! nam threw a barbeque for jennifer at our house, that was fun. only because the girls started drinking at like 2. RACHELLE came =] and got CRUNK, so that was nice. AMY got crunk and that never happens. i was fighting my black out because i wanted to see my hubby at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some thoughts.. i've been at home a lot. trying to entertain myself. i CANT WAIT for school to start. i'm even excited to REGISTER =]. i'm even more excited to see my FASA FAMILY =]. it's weird not having them in my life. it's the worst though, when all your bestfriends live in all different places. i haven't spoken to michael in awhile, but i love him =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i assure you that when school starts, i'm sure i'll be writing all these witty, intelligent, as well as entertaining pieces, but for now, you guys have to put up with my lack of motivation..&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-8265661855961384325?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/8265661855961384325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=8265661855961384325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8265661855961384325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8265661855961384325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/08/zune-timmeee.html' title='zune timmeee..'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-5248403698884575797</id><published>2008-08-18T02:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T02:34:30.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>karma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tell me when things can go up from here.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-5248403698884575797?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/5248403698884575797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=5248403698884575797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5248403698884575797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5248403698884575797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/08/karma.html' title='karma.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-4895894588860255495</id><published>2008-08-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:46:50.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lowell says i need to write a new blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and fortunate for him, it's been the general consensus lately.. from krst, michael, and pretty much MY FAN BASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have other motivations to publish a post. not for the sake of peer pressure or anything under that "etc", but for personal reasons. i remember my first post and my intentions: to use it for emotional RELIEF, but as many of you know, you know sometimes being caught in the stress of every day life, it's hard to get all your thoughts put together--well it could be typed out, but probably would jibberish to you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of why (and because of whom) i started this blog, was to rant. mostly about my shitty relationship, school, my amazing friends, and funny things that happen to me on a day to day basis. when that happened, i was in school, constantly at a computer, and my blog was my getaway from all that. well this past week i actually have some dramatic news to tell you. i don't wanna say this out loud (because of some unwanted celebration from the "dark side") but nam and i were really close to breaking up. Literally, OUT of no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, as you guys can see from previous posts, i am NOT very good at relationships. i think im easy to fall in love with, but hard to stay in love with. they always want to leave. i guess in all reality, i've learned some precious lessons from that.. and i like to share it with you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-relationships are work, even though the ideal relationship requires no work, it's nothing BUT work. work to keep your partner happy, work to keep the relationship fresh, work on communication, work on giving each other space, work for sex (ironic enough because single people in generally need to work also hahaha), work for money, and most importantly working to keep yourself happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-as much as you want your partner around, you can't. as much as your partner promises they'll stay around, they could change their mind. people promise other people things, for the long run. but you aren't guaranteed. i personally believe marriage is guaranteed, but with the divorce percentage, even THAT value is going down in so many social and moral levels. people change--and the relationship has to change with the people in them, or it will seriously get no where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sacrifices are required in a relationship. i know its cliche, but it's literally give and take. it's more than just sharing with your sibilings or cousins. it's on an emotional level. and it's not the "i'll scratch your back if you scratch your's" kind of ordeal. it's out of PURE love. that's what it should be.. unconditional acts of love.. lots of simple does a lot more than little bits of extravegent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to be secure with your relationship, they're shouldn't be any room for MAJOR insecurities, or this relationship isn't for you. you seriously need to be secure with yourself. and you need to LOVE yourself before you can love anyone else. i think murphy lee from the st. lunatics said it in a song or something. this also brings me to another point. i know lots of people who has found love early. you really need to keep in mind that you guys WILL GROW, but its your partners responsibility to accept you for who you are. that's love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- if you guys decide to live together, that's EXTRA WORK.. most days it's easy, but some days it's hard too. just make sure it's what you guys both want. fortunate for me, that i've been loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that nam and i have worked out the differences. i apparently need to make more sacrifices. it's a risk i'll have to take. i think that he is completely worth it. i don't understand what i did wrong some days since its happened, but i've been searching and thinking, and slowly i've been figuring it out. it's true love that gets you through hard times, but if you guys are both are willing to work, it should turn out just fine. i'm glad he's decided to stick it out. promises were made, and i know within myself i can make those come true. he's a great man, and i love him to death. he's brillant in every way possible. he's an excellent judge of character. maybe that's why the slightest thought of him being unhappy with me and him contemplating whether or not to be with me, scares me shitless. i love you nam. thank you for this relationship changing event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...even though i hated you in the process of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm happy with my relationship EVERY day. not ALL DAY every day, but everyday."- charlotte york from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sex and the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;thanks for all who read this. i hope my blabbering enlightens you, one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;dedicated to nam p. mai.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-4895894588860255495?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4895894588860255495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4895894588860255495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4895894588860255495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4895894588860255495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/08/lowell-says-i-need-to-write-new-blog.html' title='lowell says i need to write a new blog.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-7623404948912735015</id><published>2008-07-24T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:12:08.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we're broke, but we're HAPPY broke =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i know it's been awhile since i've written anything, but so much things have happened to me this summer, and it was brought up today about how much things we do =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason for my title is because nam and i have spent so much money this past month and a half especiall.y this past week, but we've realized that we are happy broke. have you ever heard such a thing? no you haven't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i go any further along this post, i'd like to introduce you guys to someone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/SIj81q7kQvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WAgBnfukOvM/s1600-h/jeri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/SIj81q7kQvI/AAAAAAAAAEw/WAgBnfukOvM/s320/jeri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226705366550856434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;JERI GUERERO-MAI!. isn't she AMAZING!. that's right it's a HER because unisex names are the best way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has been in our lives for two weeks now. and WE LOVE LOVE LOVE HER TO DEATH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on top of our hamster, nam and i BOTH got nikon D60 cameras. that's how we took a picture of jeri :).&lt;br /&gt;we also went to PORTLAND YESTERDAY. i swear that city is GORGEOUS!!. we went shopping :(. and i spent another BILL on make up at MAC. i hate/love that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been doing so much. we just came back from chelan. that's was amazing, and went to the bite of seattle. two days ago we went to OH to hang out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this is starting to become like i'm bragging, but i'm having a great time this summer. i LOVE life.&lt;br /&gt;but we're broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we're happy =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-7623404948912735015?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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fireworks. i'm assuming that it's because boom city is in maryville, and seriously, if you had a deck, you could see marysville lite up some crazy ass fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was a lot of asians, and i thought that it was funny because we actually personify the "american dream". our parents traveled here to give us better lives. i'm not exactly sure if i believe in the "american dream" but when i saw all the asians at the party, i realized how that ideology has affected our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food for thought: one of nam's friends called me a bitch. he was joking, and i knew he was, but i got pissed off. i know that that's how he is, but that's not how i'm like. i don't take that word lightly. i might if you were my really good friend, but if "it's just him" it's just me to not let that shit go. you can't go assuming that i'll just take it. some social decency was NEEDED. your assumption will most likely be wrong and the excuse can't always be "that's just how he is"--because manners are still important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, michael is in vegas, and was drunk as FUCK.. hahah text messages were funny as hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-5562156109675403611?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/5562156109675403611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=5562156109675403611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5562156109675403611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bold;"&gt;NACQUELYN trip to california to meet the parentals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEGAN comes home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BESTFRIEND sleep over and TIME capsule. + some drinking love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEATTLE with the bests for DANITY KANE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DECEPTION PASS stokeless bbq.&lt;br /&gt;MICHAEL moving to MARYSVILLE--well soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;since i haven't written in such a long time, an agenda update would be RIDICULOUS but i listed the things that were significant. and every single one was SOO SOO MUCH fun. i've been having an awesome time since school's been out. now i need to find work because i'm so broke. but todayyy nam and i are spending the night in OH. whoo hooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really feels good to blog. i forgot how comforting this was. i LOVE LOVE life right now. hahaha. i don't think i could've asked for a better summer.&lt;br /&gt;btw. did i mention i'm TAN LIKE A MOFO. it's RIDICULOUS. i'm soooo black. i swear i'm laying off the sun for awhile until chelan.. i'm going to get SKIN CANCER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah AI CONCERT! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-5145273400738897155?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036869572098498802.post-8042922265618014298</id><published>2008-06-06T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:33:22.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know i know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm the most boring blogger ever!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today is friday and dead week is OVER!. finals week is next week, but i only have finals wednesday and thursday, soooo. i'm pretty much DONE. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nothing for this weekend, but maybe SATC again. andddd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;360.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/SEl0wQgh0qI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1Cm31Uwd5lE/s1600-h/360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208822816444633762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/SEl0wQgh0qI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1Cm31Uwd5lE/s320/360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;peace out everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;happy finals week everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-8042922265618014298?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/SEl0wQgh0qI/AAAAAAAAAEI/1Cm31Uwd5lE/s72-c/360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036869572098498802.post-2735655471933563655</id><published>2008-06-02T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:32:02.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dead week and finals week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's OFFICIALLY dead week today (even though it isn't necessarily dead, it's just the week before finals and it's always the MOST hectic week, on contrary to the name). meaning finals week is next week, then california the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i won't be updating much. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the students--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUST BREAK THROUGH then whoo hoo SUMMER VACA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2735655471933563655?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2735655471933563655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2735655471933563655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2735655471933563655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2735655471933563655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/06/dead-week-and-finals-week.html' title='dead week and finals week.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2463544104909765072</id><published>2008-05-30T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T12:46:08.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow.</title><content type='html'>that's an ultimate low for you.&lt;br /&gt;step the FUCK back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2463544104909765072?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2463544104909765072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2463544104909765072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2463544104909765072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2463544104909765072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow.html' title='wow.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-4123019372194170573</id><published>2008-05-30T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:20:26.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SATC; nam with spiders, criminal minds, and smelly keele keeles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.etonline.com/media/photo/2008/01/39177/400_sexandthecity_movieposter_080116_newline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.etonline.com/media/photo/2008/01/39177/400_sexandthecity_movieposter_080116_newline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously, enough said. MAY 30TH. SAVE THE DATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i can't believe the movie made it. i'm so excited. and best of all i watch it with BFs tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiders?--&lt;br /&gt;i decided not to make it one of the parts, but a little interlude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so my beautiful boyfriend and i were sitting on the bed. i brought the laptop on the bed because i was doing homework. i was busy at work and then all of a sudden, i hear nam slam the bed and yell, "OH SHIT, DON'T LOOK DON'T LOOK!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but of course, i turn around (he was sitting behind me, leaning on the wall while i was almost at the foot of the bed) and look. but nam jolted out of our bed with his hand in a fist, running to the bathroom and then i hear the toilet flush. i'm like "what the hell is this little vietnamese boy doing?!"--but i say ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jg: "NAM, WHAT IS IT?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nm: "...nothing, don't worry about it babe, just do your homework"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jg: "how am i suppose to forget that scream you did?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nm: "..dn't get scared, but ther ewas a big FAST spider on the bed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jg: *silence*.." how big?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nm: [makes his pointer finger and thumb into a circle, like a dollar coin] this big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jg: *gasp* "it was katana wasn't it?!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nm: *nods*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so i guess that slam on the bed was nam grabbing the spider on the bed before it could run away... you can see why his hand was in a fist now huh? EWWW... the toilet flushing was katana's grave site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but what was epic was what nam said to me after: "the spider was fucking fast, but i was faster"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--please note, that he made a comment earlier about him being the king of jungle, some shit like that. so i crack up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he said something else irrelevant to this topic. well.. we were watching CSI, and it was a commerical saying what was on next. it was going to be the show, &lt;em&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/em&gt;. this is what he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nm: "OH CRIMINAL MINDS!!...... [in a softer voice]. they just DON'T know" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA LOL. if you knew who nam was, you would be cracking up too. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran out of deodorant..well not really i forgot the damn thing in florida, so i've been out of deodorant since sunday night. and my loving boyfriend says i should just use his. and i'm like sure, i love the way you smell so why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"there is no better smell than the smell of the man you love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then wednesday comes around, and i go to school. wednesday is my long day so i'm running around. i stop and i could smell a boy. i'm like OMG. it smells like nam! i miss him. awwwwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i stop in the computer lab and take my jacket off. and FUCK, THAT BOY IS ME!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to text nam: "let's get deodorant, i dont wanna smell like boy anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;have a good weekend everyone. i know i will =] DEADWEEK AND FINALS. I CAN'T WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-4123019372194170573?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4123019372194170573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4123019372194170573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4123019372194170573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4123019372194170573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/satc-nam-with-spiders-criminal-minds.html' title='SATC; nam with spiders, criminal minds, and smelly keele keeles'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-5697055576310264632</id><published>2008-05-28T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:30:18.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here's some anthropological food for thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have a question. we were having a pretty heated conversation in my anthropology class about a situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as an observer, and you were studying the use of heroine. one of the people you were observing left the needle in bleach for 20 seconds, but the needle needs to stay in there for 60 minutes to kill the virus (to prevent HIV AND AIDS). as a human, do you tell the participant to leave it in a little bit longer? or do you keep your mouth shut as an observer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know a lot of you guys might not know what i'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;but it's down to you as a human, or down to you as an observer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-5697055576310264632?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/5697055576310264632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=5697055576310264632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5697055576310264632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5697055576310264632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/heres-some-anthropological-food-for.html' title='here&apos;s some anthropological food for thought.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-1824388024787086776</id><published>2008-05-28T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:12:57.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>btw.</title><content type='html'>ramiele freakin looked like me more than ever, on the finale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of my grandmother (in a fob accent)&lt;br /&gt;"YOU LOOK LIKE MALUBAY"-- when i go to the AI concert, i'm going to have a shirt that says "I LOOK LIKE MALUBAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. youtube it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-1824388024787086776?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/1824388024787086776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=1824388024787086776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1824388024787086776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1824388024787086776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/btw.html' title='btw.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-7892484869956883544</id><published>2008-05-28T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T12:03:34.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i ain't sayin' she a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yadig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.armzrace.com/mark/images/CannedLaughter/gold-digger-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.armzrace.com/mark/images/CannedLaughter/gold-digger-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got time to get out of my schedule to write you wonderful people =]. i just got back from florida and the make up from school is kicking my ass like no other. but i have good news--.. i'm still marysville baby =] but it's also bad because i won't be with the girls, which is fine because i'm sure we'll be going up more since school is done in like two weeks =]&lt;br /&gt;i get done officially on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;june 12th&lt;/span&gt;-- damn i'm so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what does school look like for me:&lt;br /&gt;- french paper AND presentation&lt;br /&gt;- french TEST&lt;br /&gt;- participation observation exercise and funding exercise&lt;br /&gt;- three finals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my florida vacation wasn't much a vacation, but it was nice to get out of washington. BTW, i was first class baby with some crazy ass turbulance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i wanna buy nam and i tickets for california. we'll see how he feels about this =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jennifer is moving in with us. it's nice to have another girl in the house. krst left to OH already, so she missed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know this post is WHACCKKKK, but i don't have anything exciting to talk about because it's just been florida, and school.&lt;br /&gt;i havent' seen any of my friends because they're whack. hahah jk jk. i think we're going to OH thursday hopefully. nam and i dont really have a car soooo it's hard to get anywhere, but we'll see what's up. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big ups to krst for pulling through these past few days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay everyonee i need to go work on my observation exercise for anthro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-7892484869956883544?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7892484869956883544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=7892484869956883544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7892484869956883544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7892484869956883544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-aint-sayin-she.html' title='i ain&apos;t sayin&apos; she a...'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-6219647060477039169</id><published>2008-05-27T18:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:12:37.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>post-florida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll blog about it later, but right now? nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school's a bitch when you miss two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-6219647060477039169?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/6219647060477039169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=6219647060477039169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6219647060477039169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6219647060477039169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/post-florida.html' title='post-florida.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-4774980165741429794</id><published>2008-05-21T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:21:50.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sb flower.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for my fasa fam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;props: TJ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-4774980165741429794?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4774980165741429794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4774980165741429794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4774980165741429794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4774980165741429794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/sb-flower.html' title='sb flower.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2800213687884069855</id><published>2008-05-21T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T12:13:38.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>florida-bound and my apparent shyness?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://c66.yellowpages.com/images/guides/jacksonville_fl_local.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://c66.yellowpages.com/images/guides/jacksonville_fl_local.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;guess wher e i'm going tonight? florida. but jacksonsville, which i dont think qualitifies to be the ideal florida experience, but hey. it's cool. i'll get to see MASSIVE FAMILY. my baby brother is there. all my mom's family, except my parents and baby sister. they're the only ones missing, which sucks. all my cousins are going though and i'm so EXCITED. =]. i can't wait to dress cute and get out of this damn weather, into more nasty humid (but sunny) weather. i packed last night.. in ONE small suitcase. that's big ups to jackie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the biggest turn off to all this, is that it's still in the middle of school, so i'll be having to bring some homework to florida. i'm going to try to do my homework on the plane, but that doesn't look like it'll happen because my flight is at night. i have a paper to write for french, a study guide for french, alsoooo create a focus group prompt for anthro. lammee (thumbs downnnnn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so today i spoke with my professor about my shyness in class (and about make up plans concerning florida).. and she was suprrised that i was this loud and talkative when you really get to know me. i hate that i've been shy in my classes, because i always have so much to say, but i don't. i'm not scared. i dont know, i feel like i'm concentrating more. i don't know. but hey, i vent and analyze my classes to you guys, so i'm not necessairly putting my thoughts to waste. i'll start talking...for the last three weeks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;some other news, nam and i have decided it'd be good for me to move to oak harbor. and NO not because a failing relationship, but because i feel bad commuting while i live with him. so i'm living in OH until school's over. but he'll be over just like beforeeee.. when 831 was around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;krst and i hung out all yesterday. we watched the orphange. SUCH A GREAT MOVIE. this isn't a place to come for ratings like lots of other personal blogs, but i loved it. it was fucking scary, but a good scary. i love hanging out with krst =]. i also hung out with joan and betina in OH. with namm and the guys. michael wasn't there, which was sad because i miss him. KRST is STILL at our house. hahahha. eating our damn food. hahah jk jk. see you at home krst. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we also rented paris je t'aime. and shooter. i have to watch shooter. because of nammmm =] i already wanted to watch it a lot before i mean, who wouldn't wanna watch sexy marky mark shooting guns? .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;speaking of my nam, i bought him a BMX bike from kuya randy. it seems like he's very excited, but he's convinced that i bought it so he won't be distracted by the fact that i'm gone. it's only til sunday night babe, i'll see you sunday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;god. i smell like deodorant. well at least i know it's working. i've been all over the damn place today. school is really killing this florida experience. but i'm getting excited...except the plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you know what's whack? i've basically lived on planes all my life, anddd.. i'm still scared. last year, i went on like 14 planes. and i'm still scared. i hate planes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;well i'll try to update in FLORIDDAAAA.. aka the 904? hahah whatever. see you guys in the sunshine state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2800213687884069855?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2800213687884069855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2800213687884069855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2800213687884069855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2800213687884069855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/florida-bound-and-my-apparent-shyness.html' title='florida-bound and my apparent shyness?'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-6965218371506713177</id><published>2008-05-19T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:51:44.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my blog and i'll blog if i want to.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.. this is just a disclosure to people who want to read my blog. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COME READ MY BLOG&lt;/span&gt;, but please recognize i don't apologize for anything i write. you came HERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's like when someone calls you from an unknown phone number and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY&lt;/span&gt; ask "who's this?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;son, you called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; phone. that's how i feel. so i would appreciate it if people could respect what i write and please stop telling me what to write and especially NOT write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;has it ever occurred to you, that's the reason why the internet isn't privatized? it gives you the freedom to WRITE WHATEVER you want. yes of course you can also READ whatever you want, but don't attack me about my lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i write what i like. don't come here if you're not happy.. honesty i dont care if you come here &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UN&lt;/span&gt;HAPPY, because this blog isn't FOR you personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never tell people what to write in their blogs. you see those people on the right? i read THEIR blogs, and i never tell them what to write. but if you seriously leave me a comment, or send me a text message, or myspace message about what NOT to write.. seriously, don't come here anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care of the number of views i get, because like i said, it isn't for you guys. it's for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love my readers and the people who accept me for who i am.-- &lt;/span&gt;and on that note, i know who my friends are. even if they "talk shit" about me... i'd probably already heard it from them, or i just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the people who don't know me and judge me off what you think you know, ..if you care, holler. i'll probably let you know. seeing that i'm not the most private person, i'll tell you what's up. BUT if you ask me to MOCK me, then you'll just get an "okay bye" from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all honesty, i love haters, why do you think i get that much profile views? hahaha. thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not trying to sound like a bitch, i'm practicing my right. as a frequent internet user and blog poster, and a devoted person, to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-6965218371506713177?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/6965218371506713177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=6965218371506713177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6965218371506713177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6965218371506713177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-my-blog-and-ill-blog-if-i-want-to.html' title='it&apos;s my blog and i&apos;ll blog if i want to.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-9002028584596522602</id><published>2008-05-19T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:41:40.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spiders part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;if you are an avid reader of this blog, you'll see that this is the sequel to the first spiders blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or obviously enough, you can scroll down and look for the bad boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my little episode of spiders, stupidly enough i thought i was safe forever. until two days ago....&lt;br /&gt;nam and i wanted to go somewhere since the weather was super gorg this weekend, so i'm going to wash my face (since taking a shower and wetting my hair would be redundant considering the fact that its sunny. so what does sun + nam mai equal? Jacquelyn underneath another effing helmet.) i open the shower curtain to grab my face wash. then....BAM. another MOTHERFUCKING spider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidently, i scream. pretty damn loud that nam runs over and asks what happened. if you've seen the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's The Man&lt;/span&gt; with Channing Tatum and Amanda Bynes, when the jump on the bed when the rat or spider is in their room.. that's how i was like...but all up on the dryer (which is dumb considering that the dryer is about my height). nam comes and swoops the thing. i think we decided to name this one richard? anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night, we come back from another exciting day of riding. i go into our room to grab my laptop because i had masses of homework to push. i look on the floor.. and i thought it was a little "tumble weed" of hair (girls i know you know what those look like).. and i'm thinking "damn for me having some short hair, that's a lot of fucking hair"...it was HUGEEEE. at this point, i'm thinking i really should just cut my hair again and forget growing it out if our place looks like this.... i look closer and WHAT IS IT?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SPIDER. A HUGE SPIDER. QUEEN OF ALL SPIDERS. (i dub her a female because it's a bitch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i SCREAM. ridiculously loud. then i run upstairs to demand that my hero save me. but what is he doing?!...HE'S POOING. i'm pissed off now because the spiders ALWAYS come after ME. nam never sees them, only because i'm screaming and telling him to kill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sit on the bed, super nervous. i'm hugging my legs at this point because in all honesty, i'm pretty tired of these spiders. and i'm starting to (if not obvious already) develop a mild case of arachnophobia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at the spider, and it isn't moving. it's just a foot from our bed. i have the courage to open my laptop (even if the laptop is already on the bed, i'm scared to move because it might draw attention to me--which i love in MOST CASES).. i look at it again to make sure it's there.. because i hear nam coming downstairs to save me. it's still there. i go back to my computer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nam walks through the door. and i scream "THERE IS IS!!" i point on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!??! nam already thinks i'm crazy about this spider ordeal. i hate spiders. officially.&lt;br /&gt;so. it's gone. around our room. i'm scared to even sleep. god knows where katana (that's the spider's name. i named it after the girl in mortal combat, take that bitch) will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-9002028584596522602?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/9002028584596522602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=9002028584596522602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/9002028584596522602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/9002028584596522602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/spiders-part-2.html' title='spiders part 2'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-6787282897776674251</id><published>2008-05-14T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:15:38.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's two kinds of love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that i've experienced these past few days. (now you know that this blog is going to be long, since i've been one consistent love sap lately)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first love:&lt;br /&gt;i promised these two that'd i would "ode"-ed 'em up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/SCtfuVxZKSI/AAAAAAAAADs/Hy3sOTU29o8/s1600-h/DSC05919.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/SCtfuVxZKSI/AAAAAAAAADs/Hy3sOTU29o8/s320/DSC05919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200355444452305186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to krst and michael-- let me first start off by saying i havent been this happy in a very very long time. but yesterday and today were unfortunately LOW days, but if it wasn't for you guys saving me (even though you guys have done it so much in the past), i would've died somewhere.  thank you krst for doing all you did for me yesterday, from picking me up and having all of my shit in your car. i know i was sluffin waiting for nam to make up his mind, but thank you for being so supportive and even though you try to give it to me straight, you always tell me what i want. i really appreciate everything you do, even if it doesn't seem like it. i'm not one to take someone for granted, and you're definitely one of those people. i know we've had our ups and downs, but since all that, i'm glad we've matured to the great friendship we have now. thank you for saving my ass in OH. i can't wait til you move in. michael, if anyone is on my side, IT'S YOU. even if i'm the stupidest person around, you'll always have my back. though you joke around about you know who, i know you don't mean it. we've gone through a lot to, but now i'm myself. you don't have to worry about fighting. you always ALWAYS have my back. and the one thing i can say about you, and it's why you stay my bestfriend, is that i can be myself around you. i can talk fast.. and say whatever.. and you listen to me.  i've noticed that. when people say i talk fast. i respond with "well you listen slow".. that's not you. you accept me for who i am. and i think that's the greatest achievement in a friendship. you are truly the definition of a true friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you both very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--i know you guys complain all the time, especially about pulling through for one of  your friends, you guys always do it. with complains, but also with love. i love you both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclsure: i love all my other friends, but this is just for them today :). i know you guys always pull through for me, joan, betina, megan, cheyenne, and alan--but you knowww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/SCtiDVxZKTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/trdJBQX6oHQ/s1600-h/DSC05940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/SCtiDVxZKTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/trdJBQX6oHQ/s320/DSC05940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200358004252813618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when you turned over to tell me that i had to move out, out of nowhere, made my heart drop in places i can't explain. it was the first time i've hit something while i was mad. we rarely fight so this comes out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for explaining to me the situation. this is seriously making my heart hurt, but because of all the things have has been happening, i've fallen so much more in love with you. i have known a love like this.  even though things are turning for the worst in your life, i feel us getting stronger. thank you for visiting me like four/five times, even went to Seattle to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think you're right. no one can ever love me like you can. and i know that no one can love you like i can. this is the best love. i've ever experienced one like this. please promises mean everything to me. i'm sorry i accused you of that, i shouldn't have said you were selfish because you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you, my sweetheart. for everything i've ever hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-6787282897776674251?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/6787282897776674251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=6787282897776674251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6787282897776674251'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i forgot to write about my motherless mother's day (considering all the other events that happened).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is the third year in a row that i wasn't with my mom. i don't remember the last time i spent it with her. i'm assuming it was senior year? that's crazy because that was such a long time ago. unfortunately, i cried again. i woke up crying to call my mommy--she thought something else was wrong, but in all honesty, i really really really miss her. everyone gets to kick it with their moms and what not. while i just talk to my mommy on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's why i love my boyfriend so much--for dropping me off in seattle so i can kick it with my friends who didn't have mom's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love my friends for being so supportive of all the things that i do. and say even. (though, i should recognize that they don't listen to me, they love my blogs, that's why i have them so extensive.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i appreciate everything anyone in my life has done for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;---it's a monday..and i have so much shit to do. i have two interviews to conduct AND analyze. i have a study guide to prepare. for friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;alll in all. when i get home, i'm going to do my homework (and NOT WATCH REBA), and do laundry. i'm going to have another one of those push-your-ass-to-the-limits kind of work days. i really wanna get this done. because i need to do those damn interviews. and love my baby on thursday. shout out's to cheytee and the big three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but you know what's best for doing my homework so early? ONE TREE HILL TONIGHT. and sexy time =] since i'm off the dot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-8359525950287863021?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/8359525950287863021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=8359525950287863021' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8359525950287863021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8359525950287863021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/seriously-more.html' title='seriously more?'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-3912520446812058150</id><published>2008-05-11T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:35:45.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all frosting and no cupcake.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just want my wii back. i still want it back, but god it's taking so long. because he refuses to give it back because of its value to him. unfortunate for him, i don't care too much about him---but i'm saying that and the rest of this blog in the nicest way possible. i'm smiling typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to the ex today. holy crazy because i haven't yelled at anyone like that in so long. it was cool to see that life's treating him good because life hasn't been better for me. because fortunate enough for me, this break up was the best thing to ever happened to me (besides NOT getting the wii). i could just steal it back inspite of NOT giving my WII back, but i'm not stooping low. i think today was closure with the ex..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized something today. not that i haven't realized it earlier, but i don't think i can ever be back with him. i can't see me with him anymore.. the title of this post is for him. because he has a fun personality.. which is all the frosting..but no substantial boyfriend credentials. which is the cupcake.  fighting with him sucks, it used to kill my mood like no other, being yelled at in public, talking so much shit about me..TO ME., being treated the way i did. all of that sucked, but i'm glad to know that he's doing well. and congratulations on your new job. 'bout time. good thing you're prospect is pointing you in directions i never could. i'm happy for you. deep down i am VERY VERY happy for you. our relationship didn't go the way we wanted. and i understand why you want to keep the wii. but you have to understand why i want it back. i do mind that you're keeping it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;francis. i could thank you so much for the fun times i've had with you, but i don't remember any of them. i just remember the first time we spoke nicely to each other. and that was today. i forgot what you looked like. i see pictures. and i remember certain landmarks aka your nose and eye brows. but i don't remember what you look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad we broke up--because it was the best thing we've ever done together. and i'm glad you're peaceful. and i'm glad we talked nicely today---after the yelling of course (because what's jackie and francis without yelling?). i'm sure we can be civil now. but we could never be friends like we used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss kicking it with kuya paul/chris/daniel and all the older guys though. today they're going to watch a movie. and i used to do that. kuya paul talked to me about that today. and i used to watch your games. i'm still a huge OH fan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...when michael drops me off  i got to see nam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, today after fighting with francis, and seeing my nam, it was the best feeling in the entire world. this 'closure' i guess made me love nam that much more because even though i thought francis was the one for me, boy was i was wrong. nam has it all. he's the frosting, cupcake, and sprinkles. he's stable. he's exciting. he's supportive, and everything i wanted my boyfriend to be. he's great in bed. hahaha (just kidding...not really). i haven't been this happy in a relationship ever. this is definitely the best relationship i've been in since i could remember. he makes life and doing all this worth it. alot of this is corny, but sometimes expressing love can come with corny lines. how you think people fall in love with each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope to go a long way with nam. i love being this in love. and being loved like this. thank you nam for all you've ever done for me. and keeping your promise that i'd never feel that way again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's amazing. in the end, even though i didn't get the wii, my life is amazing. and i'm fufilled. with friends family and nam.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-3912520446812058150?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/3912520446812058150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=3912520446812058150' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/3912520446812058150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/3912520446812058150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-frosting-and-no-cupcake.html' title='all frosting and no cupcake.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-223640110108511967</id><published>2008-05-09T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T09:53:49.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spiders and coffee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's before my anthro presentation and here are a few exciting things that happened to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yesterday, i saw a spider in our shower. not just any spider, but a spider that WAS HUGE. so i "try" to kill it (quotations indicate the operative word). and i thought i did. i guess i was drowning in it water, sure fine judge me. i saw it roll up into a ball and i thought it was dead. so i came close to grab it with a tissue, then BAM IT'S RUNNING AROUND. what a fucking liar. it pretended it was dead. then it scared the living crap out of me. so what did i do? ..i ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;left the water running because i was scared, thenn i showered upstairs. came back downstairs to turn off the downstairs shower (where the spider was). the spider wasn't there, so i thought. then BAM IT CAME OUT OF THE CURTAIN. i scream and run away again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i text nam about my little endeavor. unfortunately, he was very insensitive to my fear of spiders and told my ass to get some courage to kill it. and i'm like "fuck that!". so, i decide to wait for his ass to get home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;he comes home. and he showers. boom. no spider.god, i'm such a freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this morning the spider wasn't there. so i shower, i take a quick ass shower because im' paranoid that this little fucker (his name is henry, from reba) will be having a little party on my hair or ass so i finish, and i'm wayy relieved. but once i grab my towel LITTLE FUCKER HENRY comes out. so i jump out. and wet the ENTIRE FREAKIN' BATHROOM. and grab the towels and ran into our room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nam is fortunate enough to be home (well, i'm the fortunate one), so i wake his ass up to go KILL IT. he goes to the bathroom (like my hero would) and looks for the spider. it's not there. WHAT A SNEAKY LITTLE ASSHOLE. at this point i'm thinking i must be crazy. there probably is no freakin' spider there and i'm just losing my mind. and then.. he appears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;stupid henry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nam kills it. he's my hero. and i've come to the conclusion that it's always handy to have a man in the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to make sure you aren't going insanee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(due to my trama, i apologize for the short sentences, it was only to emphasize the short and petrifed thoughts about the stupid spider. but in my head, seriously, that's how i was thinking. and my life involves short sentences..well that's what my french professor tells me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha. coffee story? it's that i FINALLY FREAKIN' TRIED the coffee across the street. and i absolutely love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-on my way to my presentation. i just finished my french test. GAG ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;later haters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-223640110108511967?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/223640110108511967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=223640110108511967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/223640110108511967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/223640110108511967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/spiders-and-coffee.html' title='spiders and coffee.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2266109373426830639</id><published>2008-05-07T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:34:37.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grapefruit is seriously the shittiest fruit alive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i got a cup of fresh fruit at the viking union today. i'm so retarded because i didn't notice that there was grapefruit in it... I HATE HATE grapefruit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;megan loves this drink called ruby something. i'm sure you readers have heard/tasted/even liked this stupid drink. once i was really thirsty that i didn't bother to look what it was, and BLAH. i spit it ALL out. it was so gross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;back to my story. noww.. my entire fruit cup has grapefruit taste and juice all over it. and since i know the taste so well. i'm only focusing on that. so in conclusion, this is the worst experience with fruit EVER. (besides my potential allergy to PINEAPPLES--which is probably karma for being so strict with betina and pineapples. hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have a presentation and test friday, which means i'm a kill joy today and tomorrow. i'll probably stay on campus as long as i can soo that i can get shit done. besides nam's in school today. boringggg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;michael and krst got us tickets to the concert. rows one and two. nice huh? it makes me even more excited than ever. I TOLD YOU WE SHOULD'VE WAITED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; its unfortunate i wont be sitting with my friends. i love LOVE nam--but i wanna sit with my friends too (i'm sure you know who got row one and who got row two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;to nam: thanks for everything. that was fun =] cirque de soliel? I THINK SO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2266109373426830639?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2266109373426830639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2266109373426830639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2266109373426830639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2266109373426830639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/grapefruit-is-seriously-shittiest-fruit.html' title='grapefruit is seriously the shittiest fruit alive.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-7967955206192376303</id><published>2008-05-05T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T14:22:44.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>her name was Lisa Marie...more like Rose Marie. MUAHAHA. (refer to myspace song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jacquelynrg"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/jacquelynrg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyywyayy.. HELLOOO. EVERYONE =] apparently i'm LONG overdue for a post. whatever. (btw, this keyboard i'm using at school has  A SHITTY SHITTY backspace button. i should stop making mistakes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;here i go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this weekend was fairly boring, except that i watched made of honor and ironman with michael. amazing movies i must say. i would watch both again. nam had a boys night out thing, which was fine because i got to love michael all to myself. (happy birthday to andrew btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;saturday i studied a lot and waited for Nam to get home from the shop because he was talking to VK about his new job and set everything in stone. afterwards we had a fun filled day of nacquelyn--red mango, shopping, and pizza in bed. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sunday we FINALLY GOT PANCAKES. krst and michael know wtf i'm talking about. since i've been craving it since we went to bob's last week (another agenda update i forgot to mention). we invited Ha understand his love circumstances. i felt bad and since were in everett, we hollered. he came. i love ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;we went to asia noodle and saw PHUNGIT there. and Vy. it was nice seeing them. kwon's birthday is next weekend apparently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;then we went to the outlet mall FOREVER. then went to Andrew's placee to eat some Laosian food. so fucking ang hang. but so fucking masarap. hahaha. i swear Nam ate an entire OCEAN full of oysters. and he's all wondering why his stomach hurt so damn much last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;went home and did the nasty. hahahaha. not really, well nam did have oysters. you will NEVER KNOW the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had my french presentation (which we rocked) and a qualitative test which i rocked as well. UHHH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I GOT A B+ ON MY HOMEWORK IN FRENCH. THAT IS EPIC. THE BEST I'VE DONE ALL QUARTER. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i saw alan and hikari. i miss them =[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's cinqo de mayo and i wanna party hardy, but everyone is whack--i dont plan on doing SHIT tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mental notes:&lt;br /&gt;- my dad freakin hates me. everyone hates me. but i guess i'm doing something right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- nam and i are possibly moving =]. and getting TWO NEW CARS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- i am freakin' exceeding ACADEMICALLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- Loke's in town. though i'll never see her because krst is hogging her. and loke is hogging krst because krst hasn't called me once all weekend--but it's okay. she needs to make sweet babies with loke. hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- BETINA AND GREG ARE VISITING US ON THURSDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- my entire california family wants to go to vegas the same weekend we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- vegas is looking better and better everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- MICHAEL WON THE TICKETS AND MEET AND GREETS FOR DANITY KANE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- ....michael is NOT taking me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- i have a presentation and test on friday, which sucks major balls, but that just means the weekend will be ROCKINNNNN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- our room. is the filthiest i've ever seen it. and i'm not cleaning it today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-7967955206192376303?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7967955206192376303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=7967955206192376303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7967955206192376303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7967955206192376303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/her-name-was-lisa-mariemore-like-rose.html' title='her name was Lisa Marie...more like Rose Marie. MUAHAHA. (refer to myspace song)'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-994394774674053187</id><published>2008-05-02T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T20:25:25.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so i've come to the conclusion that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my dad suffers from an illness called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;assholicism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-994394774674053187?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/994394774674053187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=994394774674053187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/994394774674053187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/994394774674053187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/so-ive-come-to-conclusion-that.html' title='so i&apos;ve come to the conclusion that...'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-7683590483080008411</id><published>2008-05-01T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T10:33:27.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay fine.. i'm actually in the mood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm seriously not in the mood to agenda update, but i can just say this is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;buca de beppo with newly named &lt;strong&gt;micht-amquelyn, &lt;/strong&gt;or something like that--they renamed it because they can prounce the original version, holland happening with ERRYONE, getting crunk with avril, applebees, texting brosive, tons of library time, international night, fasa elections, and of course, spending time with MY BOO/roommate =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so besides that.. let's ramble shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;speaking of roomates.. i think i'm going to be having a new roommate. she's a former one, and she goes by the name of krst. soo. i've decided if krst pisses me the FUCK off, i'll go to nam. if nam pisses me the fuck off (which he doesn't really), i'll go to krst.--this is the perk. but "what if they both piss you off jacquelyn?" i have a great answer for that one--i'll walk to michael's house down the street =] hahahahhaa. i can't wait for my friends to move to marysville, and they'll be soooo close. it's exciting i must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;guess what i heard today? DANITY KANE IS FREAKING COMING TO SEATTLE. yesss. no need for the long ass trip to california. we can see them RIGHT HERE =]. no matter what i wanted to go, but it happened to fall on finals week which sucks major ass. but it's okay PROBLEM SOLVED. this is the one concert i wanted to go to this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just watched a french movie, and the main character was the exwife of CARRIE BRADSHAW's boyfriend, in paris. it was exciting and pretty much hyperventilating in class. because i mean IT IS coming out at the end of this month. (btw, happy may)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;congradulations to the new fasa officers for next year.. i'm so excited for next year now. it's my last year, and i love LOVE love my fasa family. i dont like it up here, to live, but if there was one reason and the only reason, it'd be for my fasa family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love my BESTfriends. i can't wait for krst to move in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't wait for that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nam--thank you so much for being amazing. i'm so glad i have you in my life. i have never been this happy ever, and i love LOVE you for that--for supporting me in FASA, in school, my friends, and family. you're totally boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.. i miss my daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-7683590483080008411?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7683590483080008411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=7683590483080008411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7683590483080008411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7683590483080008411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/05/okay-fine-im-actually-in-mood.html' title='okay fine.. i&apos;m actually in the mood.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-4949493710515144320</id><published>2008-04-30T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T12:18:43.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>basically, it's been a HOT MINUTE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So.. since i haven't written in awhile, and i'm for sure as hell not trying to do homework right now, i'm in the foreign language lab on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not really in the mood to write, soo. HOLLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, memorial day weekend.. FLORIDA!.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-4949493710515144320?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4949493710515144320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4949493710515144320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4949493710515144320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4949493710515144320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/basically-its-been-hot-minute.html' title='basically, it&apos;s been a HOT MINUTE.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2114890038751454770</id><published>2008-04-24T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:23:42.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>expired milk and it's side effects.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;this is an interesting story i must tell you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;nam and i have a gallon of milk at our house, it expired on april 16th. nam and i had LOTS of ceral on the 18th, and we really really wanted to eat it, so we decide to smell the milk and taste it (it's said that you can drink the milk until a week AFTER the expiration date), it tasted great because it satisfied what we were craving. anyway.. we ate all the ceral that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;last night was the 23rd--exactly ONE WEEK after the expiration date. and nam wanted cereal again.. we had another box of cereal in the pantry, so nam pours the cereal in the bowl, remembering we could potentially have bad milk in the fridge, he grabs it. we smell it, and taste it. STILL VERY GOOD. so we have this fatty ass bowl of cereal together. we're satisfied, but we see this commerical for oreos, so OF COURSE i say "NAMMMM.. can we get oreos?! we need to finish the milk anyway" so we walk to the corner store. i get my oreos and nam contemplates whether or not we should get new milk, but then we're like "nahhh there's more milk anyway (still refering to the milk with the april 16th expiration date)".. we walk home with our oreos. nam goes upstairs to get me a glass of our awesome milk... but we end up not drinking it for awhile. nam and i were watching reba =].. nam feels bad for the warm milk so he CHUGS the thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;we go to the library.. on the way back, i feel my stomach feeling weird..well it was mostly that area right below your sternum. i didn't say anything because i thought it'd go away. we got home and nam's mom made some BOMMBBB seafood soup, and i haven't eatten anything since earlier that day (apart from our big bowl of cereal).. then i hear nam go "i feel like i have heartburn"...secretly, i'm like "ME TOO!"..but nam starts feeling worse.. like heartburn plus stomach ache kind of paining. and they're striking..THEN IT STARTS HAPPENING TO ME. omg. we're at the table, dying. so we decide to drink some 7up. nothin. so we decide to do the best thing possible--pooing. nam goes upstairs where he usually does his business and i go downstairs where i usually do my business. (sorry if this is gross, it really isnt).. we're at our designated bathrooms for like 20 minutes..NOTHIN. he comes downstairs.. and we lay down because we're in PAIN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;we wanna die at this point, or throw up or something. nam and i close our eyes so we don't think about it. and we sleep... at 930 PM!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;woke up feeling great. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanted yogurt at school today...but no diary products for me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;damn you expired milk. and DAMN NAM for your idea to drink it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2114890038751454770?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2114890038751454770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2114890038751454770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2114890038751454770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2114890038751454770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/expired-milk-and-its-side-effects.html' title='expired milk and it&apos;s side effects.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-18767251432252711</id><published>2008-04-21T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:03:26.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh danity kane.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;they are seriously the cutest people around. i love DK, and can i say the poetry performance? ...epic. one word. we better see them. wherever they are in this damn country. i love shannon. oh btw, poetry? reminded me a time of my life, when i used to spell honey, "hunnie" and april fools meant something, besides jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaNmkJzZHfA&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaNmkJzZHfA&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KY3pINpJHY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1KY3pINpJHY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK4LIFE.      &lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-18767251432252711?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/18767251432252711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=18767251432252711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/18767251432252711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/18767251432252711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-danity-kane.html' title='oh danity kane.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-7776619684671595080</id><published>2008-04-21T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:08:08.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i have more readers than i thought i do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't mind you coming through to my blog, thanks for coming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;btw, she wasn't my friend half way through our "friendship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-7776619684671595080?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7776619684671595080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=7776619684671595080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7776619684671595080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7776619684671595080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have-more-readers-than-i-thought-i-do.html' title='i have more readers than i thought i do.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-964760792926862874</id><published>2008-04-21T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:55:50.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CLEVER NOTE.</title><content type='html'>i also wanted to mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you aint never ever ever never ever seen a girl me...&lt;br /&gt;J-A-C-Q-U-E-L-Y-N-G.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Danity Kane's Lights Out (remix son)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the motto of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-964760792926862874?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/964760792926862874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=964760792926862874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/964760792926862874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/964760792926862874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/clever-note.html' title='A CLEVER NOTE.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-6371640181752389008</id><published>2008-04-21T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:51:07.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>snow in spring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it actually isn't THAT long since i've blogged, but since it's monday, and i'm usually on a laptop or computer duirng my break on mondays. for some reason, i'm more satisfied blogging in the middle of the day as opposed to writing at night, because i feel guitly for writing a blog and enjoying myself than doing homework...or hanging out with my boyfriend for that matter!. haha, so essentially i feel some what sad that i enjoy blogging than eating lunch with my friends, or hanging out with my boyfriend, or calling my bests. sorry guys, but hey, think of it as instead of NOT talking TO you guys, i'm writing ABOUT you guys. You guys are always in my thoughts. (shit talkers motto) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't remember if i said this in my previous post, but i had two tests today--one for french and one for people's of latin america. i think i ROCKED both of them (and i will explain later why i think so), but i have my doubts on some questions, but overall i knew the majority of all the questions on both tests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;btw, if you guys are trying to get a hold of me, my phone is being whack. no it's not the blackjack's fault, it's my mom. she isn't paying our bill again. soo, that's a twenty one for the dealer, bust for me. (hahaha the pun was funny in my head)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ready? agenda update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;friday-- that was suppose to be bellingham night. Nam and i were suppose to go to alan's birthday WTF party, but when we were getting ready, snohomish county was being OWNED..pooned up the ass with snow. we were afraid of getting stuck on that long drive, so for safetly, we decided not to go. i was sad that night, but wanna know what we did instead? watched Hard Candy with Ellen Page. ONE crazy ass movie, especially because you keep picturing Ellen Page as Juno or the one witty girl in Smart People (which i happened to LOVE LOVE), seriously cuts a doodes balls off. (well watch it for yourself). Nam officially hates Ellen, and "swears" on his life that we're no longer supporting her. SPEAK FOR YOURSELF, i love her more because of this movie. go Ellen. then we started to watch a Quentin Terintino (sp?) movie, but knocked out...at guess what time? 11 bitches. i swear we sleep later on school/work nights. hahaha. we're odd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggers.it/junkpuppet/itcommenti/hard_candy_060712073235996_wideweb__300x377,1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.bloggers.it/junkpuppet/itcommenti/hard_candy_060712073235996_wideweb__300x377,1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;saturday- Nam leaves fairly early in the morning, 9 (well, it's early for no work or school that day!), to go to the shop because he's ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WAIT, CHINESE FOOD IS OPEN. I'VE BEEN WAITING ALL MORNING FOR THIS. BE RIGHT BACK!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay i'm back--let's steer away from the agenda for a moment, and let's talk about food and the general roles which ethnic women play in these diet-frenzy society. I LOVE this chinese food. it's like the best thing to eat for lunch--pineapple chicken and fried motherfuckin' rice. it's all four dollars, and it's a HUGE portion. i have it like once every three weeks, because of course i feel bad. which leds me to the next point i wanted to make--it seems that ethnic women tend to rebel out of socially (american) construction involvoing weight, diet, and body image. I love LOVE my body.. but there's these pute girls sitting next to me, virtually eating nothing for lunch with a FIVE CALORIE drink. i love my food--but i see that the more i notice it, the more i'm noticing my body change. i'm starting to worry about my weight, not that i need to NOW, but i know i'll be sad if i got bigger. i applaud the women who gain weight, or "plus-sized" (i don't know how to classify this) who are proud, but fuck, i wouldn't be because i suck. i'm naturally confident and have an ego FOR DAYS, but i hope my body image conflicts, don't stop that. see, it's happening already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whatever. i'm fly. MUAHAHA. and i'm boss. anyway,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nam went to the shop to fix the water pump to our car. ..so i'm not at all car savvy, and nam is. so in a nutshell.. I THINK.. the operative word being "think" this is what he said: i was trying to fix the water pump, and i wanted to avoid the "timing belt" (oh god, i'm already bad at explaining this) because if you mess it up by even a LITTLE, it'll mess everything up and when your car runs it will go *with hand movements* thum thum thum.. because shawn's hand slipped when holding it. so vertially that's what i had to fix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WHOO HOO. i think i'm right--but my point? is tha the took nine hours to fix it. can we say 9-5 with no pay? haha. he was getting frustrated, so i'm very proud that he broke through his frustrations and kicked ass.. he was seriously on the verge of selling the car that he hated that noise so much, but now he thinks his car is all awesome. so BIG UPS TO NAMMMMM MAIII!!. MAI MAN. hahah i'm cool. pun SO INTENDED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;while he doing that, i finished the majority of my homework and studying(see why i think i did so good on my tests). he got home, and we kicked it for a little bit. we were going to go to phungITs right away, but i didn't want to.. so i go: "NAMMM let's watch that new jet li and jackie chan movie" "okay sweetheart anything for you, because i love you, and you're the best girlfriend of all time" HAHAHA. no that isn't how it went, but he said yess =] we met up with shawn and amy to watch it. it was okay. it was a weird story, according to the asians. hahaha. aka everyone but me and shawn aka filpino aka pacific islanders. then the four of us went to phungITs, drunk ass house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sunday--what do you think? pho. with his family. what the pho RIGHT?! hahaha. nahh i didn't have pho, but i had this really good thing i eat, with vercemili noodles or something. with my coffee =]. we ran a few arrands after that, then did homework the rest of the day and night. it was a serious night for naquelyn since we got done with homework early. i love you nam. i still love you just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mental notes and future SHIZZ-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss the glow in the dark concert. if michael and i didn't go, i'd think i would've cried because according to michael..you know what? i'm going to copy and paste from Michael. so i'm not plagerizing... i would cite this formally, but i don't know how. ALSO.. i'm lazy to type out everything he said perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" and the only exciting thing i can think of is GLOW IN THE FUCKING DARK TOUR! haha. me and jackie went together to the concert cause the rest of our friends are laammmeee. after watching the actual performance and reading all these bomb reviews about it, i'm glad i was able to witness this "epic" concert. seriously. all the opening acts were good. my first time seeing lupe. now i can see the hype on him for all his concerts here in seattle. nerd was poppin. their band was good. rihanna was HOT. and kanye...i'm speechless about his performance. besides that, me and jacquelynA bought matching shirts and saw marvicelle there. i love watching concerts with jacquelynA. she's so funny. her and her sweaty armpits. hahaha. oh yeah, i forgot to mention. during kanye's performace, pharrell was watching it with his girlfriend in the soundbooth next to us and waved at jackie. yes, jackie creamed her fanties. lol." -- michael dennis quoc canda. myspace blog bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or for a more CREDIBLE (haha sorry michael) source of criticism, you can reach up the food chain of the Candas and hit up &lt;a href="http://www.foodandbasketball.com/"&gt;www.foodandbasketball.com&lt;/a&gt;, or click kuya paul under my homies. he has a good critic on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damnit. i have another thing michael already talked about... the E=MC2 album IS AMAZING. i love it. of course nam doesn't. it's because i think i'm flushing him with too much female artists in the car. hahaha. okay. i'm cruise control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm having too many nightmares about nam, that when i wake up, he seriously feels my wrath. funny to me? DEFINITELY. to nam? DEFINITELY NOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i seriously think i ROCKED MY TESTS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i miss michael and krst. i think we're going to MICHistAMquelyn this week =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i WAS wanting a haircut on thursday and go to the barn right after, but i'm appreciating this hair length (only because i'm having a nice hair day) haha-- thus leading to. i miss joan and betina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;THURSDAY. HOLY MOLY. grey's anatomy. beat that bitches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm sad i didn't go to WTF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dreamt about fasa conference, in AUSTRALIA. hahaha and preeya needed to give me shorts. she was with her step team? hahah weirddd.. and my brother was hitting on filipino-australian girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have $0.32 in my checking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tuition is NOT paid yet. ..well neither is my phone bill. finances are doing bad, academically i'm doing GREEEAATTT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whooo. that was ONE HELL OF A BLOG.&lt;br /&gt;alright YO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-6371640181752389008?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/6371640181752389008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=6371640181752389008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6371640181752389008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6371640181752389008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/snow-in-spring.html' title='snow in spring.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2031902453916411066</id><published>2008-04-18T12:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:29:14.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"krst's going to be aundrea?! hmm. let joan be aundrea"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;only if you guys could understand my post title, it'd be funny to you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;let's see. the last time i blogged was monday. agenda update shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tuesday- nam and i didn't go to school or work. soo. we ate pho. DUH. hahaha. with randy and carlo. after hours of convincing us to go to OAK HARBOR (not really. arthur asked once and BAM we were on our way), we decide to go. we go to the BBARN of course. krst meets us up there. the four girls--krst betina joan and moi, took an outrageous picture =]. then all the guys and girls went to BK. it was fun =]. we went home then nam and i stayed up all night..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;EW, get your head out of the gutter, we did homework =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wednesday- GLOW IN THE MOTHERFUCKING DARK. i thought that the concert is pretty epic. the acts were getting better and better. kanye was epic.. even though sometimes i felt he was on the ground too much, and that there were moments that i felt like i was in a cult known as "kanyeism" and kanye was the alleged leader. but besides that..good song choices. i wish it was a little bit longer, but that's okay. that was the longest concert i've ever been too. i had so much fun going with michael. i think he's the best person to go to concerts with. he's so down to do everything. we got awesome ass shirts that you readers will probably see quite often. the venue was PACKED. and i loveeeddd ittt..  hmm. we saw marvicelle. i saw hikari allison alex and preeya. WHOOPP WHOOP. michael and i took forever to get out of the events parking. nam and andrew picked me up at northgate. UGHHHH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;thursday- didn't go to school again. hahaha i was sick as a motherfuckin' dog because of the night before. nam got home and we stayed home mostly, except to rent hard candy (joan, i'm excited to watch it) at blockbuster, buy juno and E=MC2 at walmat. we went out to eat dinner AGAIN. we need to stop seriously. then we did homework when we got home. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today is friday and nam and i are going to alan's WTF party. i don't know what we're wearing but oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;saturday is PHUNGits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;weekend is full of exciting homework =] and studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;je deteste les devoirs et les etudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mental notes-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this fucking university is seriously made for tall people. i cant touch the floor when i'm sitting down in most classrooms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i didn't realize the conditions at the US MEXICO border. and the factories that are being ran there. oh peoples of latin america.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i have two tests on monday and french is pissing me off. i'm going to get a C again. i just know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;no one was at lunch today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wish i could run for alliance rep since i got nominated, but that's okay. i'll just let all the underclassmen work their asses off next year while i relax.--not like i was big contribution this year....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;holland happening or ocean shores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'll blog on monday. DUH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry i know this isnt mental stimulating. BUT WHATEVE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2031902453916411066?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2031902453916411066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2031902453916411066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2031902453916411066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2031902453916411066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/krsts-going-to-be-aundrea-hmm-let-joan.html' title='&quot;krst&apos;s going to be aundrea?! hmm. let joan be aundrea&quot;'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-5483611027511722463</id><published>2008-04-14T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T09:38:03.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its been a minute. plus a few days. HAHA =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i apologize. it seems that mondays are the best days to blog. probably because it's after the weekend, and i can elaborate on it to all you wonderful readers. hahaha. anyway. as it seems, the last time i wrote was thursday.. right before wasabi bistro. so here's the agenda update then mental notes will be after. sorry no pictures this time. i completely forgot my effing camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agenda update:&lt;br /&gt;thursday- arthur and verick came to pick me and nam up at our house. we went to... you can only guess with the boys in the car... yeah to break... and do you know where they wanted to break? OAK HARBOR. whoo hoo! i got to see joan and betina!..again for the second time that week. after we went to the bbarn and running around with cheyenne, we went back to marysville because we had to get ready to go to seattle for wasabi bistro. unfortunately there was so much EFFING traffic. but we got to krst's apartment at a good time i guess. we went to wasabi. it was michael's turn to pashal. doode. go to michael's myspace if you're interested in what we ordered. cuz GOT DAMN. i don't remember. but i do remember having some good ass sushi and mochi ice cream =]. it was of course the usual--krst michael jackie and nam. so that'd bee... well i'll put me last since i'm the shit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;MICHistAMquelyn. MUAHAHAHA that is the uglist thing i've ever seen. and it's even uglier when i have my headphones in trying to pronounce that shit. hahaha i think i'm loud. "i come loud. you could never turn me down"--sorry for that little anecdote but then we went home SUPER LATE. and nam and i had the shittest time at school/work. the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday- ate lunch with all the fasa homies at western. preeya hikari and i had one interesting conversation. i've learned a lot. on my way home i stopped by the outlet malls to pick up nam's watch. it's his present =]. he was blowing my PHONE UP. shit. i thought jae saw me. but good thing she didn't because i could never pull a surprise for nam in that got damn town. came home and he was happy but frustrated that i didn't pick up my phone. so in general, it was a good surprise and he was happy. we took the bike up to mt. vernon. krst met us up at our house to head north. so the three of us headed north. we went to costco becuase joan wanted a hot dog hella bad. we met up with michael there. and joan and randy came through later. watched smart people. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE that movie. it has witty comments like Juno (though it really is no Juno, even if Ellen Paige is in that movie and being type casted), but it was awesome. speaking of JUNO IT COMES OUT TOMORROW. then we movie hopped to Prom Night. and regina and april met us there. it was good, not the scariest, but it was good scary because i laughed too. PLEASE NOTE: I GOT IDed. AND GUESS WHO WAS MY GUARDIAN? yeah that's right MICHAEL CANDA. but they didn't card NAM. the eff. i'm older! that's what i get for looking like a baby...&lt;br /&gt;anyway--went home. it was freezing. my hands were seriously going to fall off... nam was about to fall off...period. he was so cold. but i was good besides the phalanges. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday- it was GORRRRGGGGGG!!. finally. nam and i had shopping plans. so we went downtown to shop. westlake mostly--we also ate paroshky =] I WAS SO HAPPY. and nam loved it. and it was the first time nam went to pike's place. weirrrdddd.. that's what happens when you take your home state or town for granted and don't enjoy the cultures it brings. besides it's like a crazy tourist spot. hahaha. after we did some SHOPPING...aka ME DROPPING MONEY, we headed back north because we had to hit up My's house for him and katie's engagement bbq thing. shout out to my and katie =] congratulations!! then we hit up PHUNGIT's house and had duck blood with chicken and liver something. i have to admit it was intimidating, but shit i'll try anything once. and it was HELLA GOOD. hahaha. i really really like Vietnamese food alot. i almost love it. the only thing i don't like is pho. sorry nam and all other vietnamese people. we were there hella late, then we went home =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday- woke up to get ready for church. we saw michael and the devil there. michael knows what the EFF i'm talking about. because he loves some other girl by the name of DEVIL more than me. whatever. she really is fucking psycho. [&lt;---that sentence, within the actions, is soooo contradictory]. the MAI family including katie and i went to Asia in everett to eat...what else? PHO. i didn't have pho but i had these good ass noodles. seee. i LOVE their food. then the two couples went to northgate to shop. AGAIN. but i had to buy my scarf and belt. well i didn't need to, but you know when you shop the definition of need and want overlap. then we headed home. stayed home for the rest of the nighttt...well kind of. we went to albertsons and bought the damn store. our eyes were hungry yadig. i did his quizzes for him and did some homework myself.   BTW. NEW PHONE. BLACKJACK. whoo hooo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cellphonedigest.net/images/SAMSUNG%20Black%20Jack%20large.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.cellphonedigest.net/images/SAMSUNG%20Black%20Jack%20large.PNG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay. it's monday. that means lecture days. i have class in like an hour. but i just realized its on the other side of campus. whooppie. NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;future agenda:&lt;br /&gt;today- laundry homework homework&lt;br /&gt;tuesday- get my nails and tan a little. and do massive homework. 2 months cheytee and nacquelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wednesday- michael picks me up for goods and you guessed it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glow in the motherfucking Dark tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it feels like i've been waiting my entire life for this concert. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;thursday- alan's 20th birthday!!&lt;br /&gt;friday- alan's birthday party =]&lt;br /&gt;the rest? studying probably for my shitty midterms on monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental notes:&lt;br /&gt;i've realized that i have returned to my normal self. and i think that's the ultimate mental note of all because the past 6 to 8 months i haven't been feeling like myself, and he came along. and rocked my world. this is seriously the most healthiest relationship i've ever been in. i'm scared about after college.. i even scared of this summer to be honest with you. i'm worried about me and my dad's relationship. i'm so proud of my brother for being able to graduate. i told you bro you could do it. i have never been happier with my friends and relationship. i think i'm going to kick major ass this quarter. i haven't been this focused in awhile. and i absolutely love my new phone. and new shoes. i miss megan and i can't wait to tell her everything. i miss my family period. and some girl stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i don't know why you just appeared in my thoughts out of no where. he doesn't love you anymore. and i certainly hate you. he loves me, but i don't know why you are the bugging the living out of me. just please, don't talk to him anymore. i'd really appreciate that. oh yeah, and stop looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;why am i convincing myself? i'm wasting my time when i know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf am i wearing for G.I.T.D.? i know i'm wearing sleeveless.... and i'm bringing fresh panties, pharell is going to be there. and you know what that means. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1036869572098498802-5483611027511722463?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/5483611027511722463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=5483611027511722463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5483611027511722463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5483611027511722463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-minute-plus-few-days-haha.html' title='its been a minute. plus a few days. HAHA =]'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-6955603805021915248</id><published>2008-04-10T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:14:12.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yes i'll rock your promise ring.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'll take time to write. i'm in the library and i have so much homework to do, but for some reason i feel obligated to write a post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday, i went to classes, surprisingly. after such a long but extremely fun weekend, i actually went to class. after that, i visited my michael =]. hahaha i wanted to see him in action since he's teching and all that. then i went home, i waited for my man to come home from school, because him and i had  date. the restaurant we wanted to go to originally was closed, randomly, but hey it's all good because we found another cute restaurant which i enjoyed very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday came around. and i SO did NOT go to class. it's hard getting up for classes on tuesday and thursdays because I ONLY HAVE ONE CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;nam came home and we decided to go to OAK HARBOR WHOO HOOO. nam was breaking for a bit and kicked it with the girls. everyone was busy after, so we went home :(. pretty lame but that's okay. i saw everyone which made me really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. nam's ride...well both of them couldn't make it to work, so i was going to drop him off. but then he decided he didn't wanna go to work since it was already late as it is. sooo. what did we do?! I TOOK NAM TO SCHOOL WITH ME. hahahha. it was fun. he got a lot of studying done while i was in all my classes, and we had lunch with my western friends. big shout outs to ryan and annie for hooking it up with guest meals!! then after that we went home.. nam hates riding the bus which i thought was HILARIOUS. hahaha. but we only went home for like five minutes because i needed to pick up some books, then we headed to nam's school. and was there from 430-9. HOLY CRAP. hahaha. so yesterday was a day full of school. we rented I Am Legend, buttttt we slept when it started. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight. nam and i have plans with our lovely counter couple, michael and krst. ahahah wasabi bistro. so that's why i need to do homework, because i'll be home late. and i really dont' wanna do shit when i get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday or saturday night we have plans with everyone to movie hop from Smart People with my wonderful SARAH JESSICA PARKER and ELLEN PAIGE. andd then PROM NIGHT. with BRITTNEY SNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday is nacquelyn day like always. plus more homework. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. well i gotta get on that. i'll take pictures tonight so i can post them. okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later player.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-6955603805021915248?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/6955603805021915248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=6955603805021915248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6955603805021915248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6955603805021915248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/yes-ill-rock-your-promise-ring.html' title='yes i&apos;ll rock your promise ring.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-1478529280975566638</id><published>2008-04-07T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T12:07:53.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back from conference.. what is UP THREE SIX OH?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;first and foremost, happy birthda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y arthur pukangkang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello everyone =] i'm at school right now on my break, but i already ate during class--i hate eating during class (because i feel like its a disturbance but also everyone knows what i'm eating), but today i woke up late because nam woke me up like twenty minutes later than he was suppose to, which gave me time to shower, and bas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ically throw some clothes on--which happened to be my conference clothes, YUCK. whatever, hopefully no one from fasa see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;s me today. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to write about all the little details of conference, but it'd be way too long, and fra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nkly i don't have the time. all i have to say is that i had one hell of a time at conference. i wish i met more people..butttt.. i did meet people that heard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of me, or i heard of them hahaha. if that makes any kind of sense. mostly UW people, and i'm pretty sure you all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;know why. let's just say i love weste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rn fasa pamiliya. our showcase kicked ass. i have a great appreciation for the filipino-american community and filipino people in the philippines. i love dancing.racism is strong.i hate eastern washington. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pictures? here's only a few. there on my myspace. it's weird because my myspace isn't letting me upload pictures from MY laptop but it is everywhere else. thank you alex higa for uploading so fast on facebook, i mean "that's what facebook is for" i have more on my camera that i'll post up. but not very good ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_pvgEQGDaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xHP6NYlAx1w/s1600-h/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_pvgEQGDaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xHP6NYlAx1w/s400/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186580517558291874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_pvgUQGDbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CsgA8Ht1Jwk/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_pvgUQGDbI/AAAAAAAAAC8/CsgA8Ht1Jwk/s400/5.jpg" 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href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_pvAUQGDYI/AAAAAAAAACk/nfeK_i_QWSg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_pvAUQGDYI/AAAAAAAAACk/nfeK_i_QWSg/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186579972097445250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/user/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_pvF0QGDZI/AAAAAAAAACs/rPYCHjiarw4/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_pvF0QGDZI/AAAAAAAAACs/rPYCHjiarw4/s400/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186580066586725778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--tonight nam and i have dinner plans =] and tomorrow is oak harbor. he wants to break, i wanna see my friends. thanks nam for waiting for me and letting me go. i'm glad you trust me enough otherwise. thanks for picking up freakin' krst from oak harbor. and thank you for chillin' with greg and randy. it's nice seeing you're kickin it with my friends =]. i love you and i can't wait till i see you at home. because apparently, i've been hearing your emo status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna resolve anything, you should call me. or text me. i think i have a right to be a little bit upset. you knew he was going to say yes because if he said no he'd look like the bad guy and his girlfriend is your bestfriend. if you wanna hear me out, then holler, if not then whatever. i didn't do anything wrong. i feel like you rarely do anything for me, and i put out (no pun intended) SO MUCH for you, what do you have to show up for me?? nothing. you came to my house ONCE. after the million times you've been to oak harbor and back. you think SHE hasn't seen you in forever? think again.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-1478529280975566638?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/1478529280975566638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=1478529280975566638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1478529280975566638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1478529280975566638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-from-conference-what-is-up-three.html' title='back from conference.. what is UP THREE SIX OH?!'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_pvgEQGDaI/AAAAAAAAAC0/xHP6NYlAx1w/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036869572098498802.post-4400577359824060893</id><published>2008-04-04T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:37:27.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yo YO yo YO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i think i like this font better =].&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to let everyone know that i'll be at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FASA CONFERENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. in spokane, wa. at gonzage university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait. so i'll update and post pictures when i get backkk....&lt;br /&gt;but till then, i got class, regrouping, traveling...then conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;WESTERN FASA WHHAAAAATT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays players&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/1036869572098498802-4400577359824060893?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4400577359824060893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4400577359824060893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4400577359824060893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4400577359824060893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/yo-yo-yo-yo.html' title='yo YO yo YO.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2043610286994783232</id><published>2008-04-02T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:46:04.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"sex and money... name two things you WON'T get for your birthday"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MICHAEL DENNIS CANDA.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bomb times at olive garden, burlington i must say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to school today and lots of cool things happened such as a nice but fairly cold day, jason bailey is in my qualitative methods of anthropological research class, i CAN NOT WAIT FOR CONFERENCE (but i'm going to miss my boyfriend very much), i have a ex coworker in my people's of latin america class, saw all my friends at western, i got to know manong tj just a little more., andddddd in conclusion of my school agenda--this quarter is going to SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i came home, nam wasn't home so i cleaned our room as usual and did a load of laundry..well i didn't actually do it, because it's still in the dryer. it doesn't count if the clothes aren't folded and hung. i got showered because i felt so completely gross and i read until nam got home. i haven't seen him for awhile because it was already like 630 pm at the time. we talked about our day then BAM, krst and janelle show up to our house. they kicked it for awhile, then we headed to burlington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krst pissed me off in the car as usual. but i love her. and it was so nice seeing janelle. i haven't seen that biotch for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to olive garden and met EVERYONE there. here's some pictures because i don't feel like naming everyone :). i can't put picu&lt;br /&gt;basically i saw ALL MY FRIENDS from both western and the loves in ONE DAY. it was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to effing read so sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw i can't wait till me and nam have our own place, i love the cleanliness and the awesome food, but i wanna move out now. and get our puppy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R6vkQGDSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G6_uo_2I-MY/s1600-h/DSC05946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R6vkQGDSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G6_uo_2I-MY/s400/DSC05946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184904028613905698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;usual four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R6ukQGDOI/AAAAAAAAABU/1VXr5dHd-rk/s1600-h/DSC05940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R6ukQGDOI/AAAAAAAAABU/1VXr5dHd-rk/s400/DSC05940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184904011434036450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;me and my man =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R8QEQGDTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KxKJJN3ysio/s1600-h/DSC05949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R8QEQGDTI/AAAAAAAAAB8/KxKJJN3ysio/s400/DSC05949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184905686471281970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;me and the birthday boy =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R8QUQGDUI/AAAAAAAAACE/_89g17uE68I/s1600-h/DSC05950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R8QUQGDUI/AAAAAAAAACE/_89g17uE68I/s400/DSC05950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184905690766249282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R8QUQGDVI/AAAAAAAAACM/jg8pHh95INQ/s1600-h/DSC05953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R8QUQGDVI/AAAAAAAAACM/jg8pHh95INQ/s400/DSC05953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184905690766249298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;everyone =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R8Q0QGDWI/AAAAAAAAACU/5zpNrNPbYas/s1600-h/DSC05955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R8Q0QGDWI/AAAAAAAAACU/5zpNrNPbYas/s400/DSC05955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184905699356183906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R8REQGDXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1wA9Esvi1Hs/s1600-h/DSC05958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R8REQGDXI/AAAAAAAAACc/1wA9Esvi1Hs/s400/DSC05958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184905703651151218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note no new pictures aren't on my myspace because i can't upload them. it's weird. sorry :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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&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/1036869572098498802-2043610286994783232?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2043610286994783232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2043610286994783232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2043610286994783232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2043610286994783232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/sex-and-money-name-two-things-you-wont.html' title='&quot;sex and money... name two things you WON&apos;T get for your birthday&quot;'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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://bp2.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_R6vkQGDSI/AAAAAAAAAB0/G6_uo_2I-MY/s72-c/DSC05946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036869572098498802.post-4274470558516671057</id><published>2008-04-01T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T22:45:13.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring quarter 2008.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you'll be the death of me. just like pacific retina...&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry guys if i'm MIA, but this quarter is seriously going to be kicking my ass in READING time. good thing nam and i have a nice den where we can study, but i like to change it up a bit. so i'd probably floating around the house reading. and reading. and reading. it's endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when nam got home from work, we just took the bike out to eat and ride around. we were going to this teriyaki spot in everett, near the naval station, but it was closed on a tuesday. what is that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to megan today when nam and i were eating. it's so nice to hear her voice, i swear i text that girl like no other and she hasn't been getting to me, but i understand.&lt;br /&gt;it's almost michael's birthday--so that's why he has all the attention WHATEVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a lot of funny text messages today from bfs and boyfriend. they were hilarious. i'm glad that they make me happy. my fortune cookie said that the difficult road will be soften by great friends some shit like that. and i think it's absolutely right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for what i thought doom's day will be, it turned out to be not so bad. the devilish part was reading for almost all my evening. i didn't even have this class yet, and i'm already reading for it. i did some french too. tomorrow is school again. whoopdie doo, but i do get to see my friends, since i'm assuming we all have the same break time on MWF--i hope that's for sure. i'm skipping my people of latin america so i can be home before michael's SHINGDIG. i'm excited to see all our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update tomorrow if anything is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i can someone remind me to charge my camera. i need pictures for this damn blog. and for michael's anniversaire.  &lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-4274470558516671057?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036869572098498802.post-7579530780321450411</id><published>2008-04-01T10:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T11:13:32.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"can i have an iced grande CHEYTEE with vanilla soy please?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_Jy5UQGDNI/AAAAAAAAABM/kSl6JkrwBgo/s1600-h/april+fools.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184332450071186642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_Jy5UQGDNI/AAAAAAAAABM/kSl6JkrwBgo/s320/april+fools.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;so it's april fools. well i call it doom's day. i thought april fools was a funny day--not so funny.&lt;br /&gt;you know what else is today?-- the first day of school. and do you know what sucks about the first day of school? it's on a tuesday. and jacquelyn has ONE CLASS on tuesday and thursdays. and it happens to be at nine in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;but whateve. i'm getting past this day because its mega nice outside, and no one can resist a little sunshine after shitty spring break weather.&lt;br /&gt;and it's also the &lt;strong&gt;beginning of my life with nam&lt;/strong&gt;. because we've decided that this is when life actually starts for us. spring break was a breeze since i didn't do shit but wait for him to come home---tan and get my nails did--so this is a test. foreal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;CONFERENCE THIS WEEKEND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's see--agenda update =] after i updated yesterday i got ready to get boogy with my man. hahaha. well not really, we just headed to everett community college for nam to run some errands and then we went to alderwood so i can run some arrands (btw, these jeans are still REALLY TIGHT but i will not get bigger ones because that means i'm getting bigger and i rather hurt my hips than my ego), and then we went to north seattle to pick up the lovely michael and beautiful krst. the four of us went on one of our date thingys. nam took us out and michael is next for pashal-ing time to wasabi bistro. we went to china town to this little chinese restaurant purple dot cafe, which turned out to be a very sheek very cute restaurant. the food was good that i couldn't breath afterwards. nam always makes good recommendations for restaurants. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;we dropped those BITCHES off. good times at purple dot. lots of good laughs. hahaha even though nam told a secret no one was suppose to KNOW, he told them anyway. so now i'm getting shit for it, but it's just getting even bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today after french (which stated earlier, is my ONLY class of the day, tuesday AND THURSDAY) i went to buy my books. i want to take more pictures to put on my blog, and i guess when i get home, i'll satisify this goal, by taking pictures of my books. my books were only like 124 dollars. or something like that. CHEAP for four books. i've gone up to four hundred PLENTY of times, but this time was refreshing. i feel bad because nam dropped more than four bills. i'll take a picutre of both =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might lead a discussion group for the beginning anthropology classes. they're mainly freshmen so i'm not too intimidated. i remember being in those discussion classes and wishing i had a better leader. i hope i do well. i hope i get it period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"&gt;tomorrow is michael's birthday--so i'm skipping my peoples of latin america for his ass. i know i know, honorable friend i must say. nam and i are skipping our last classes- so that classifies nam as an honorable boyfriend =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll definitely take pictures there. see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-7579530780321450411?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7579530780321450411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=7579530780321450411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7579530780321450411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7579530780321450411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/04/can-i-have-iced-grande-cheytee-with.html' title='&quot;can i have an iced grande CHEYTEE with vanilla soy please?&quot;'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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://bp3.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R_Jy5UQGDNI/AAAAAAAAABM/kSl6JkrwBgo/s72-c/april+fools.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036869572098498802.post-886209195251884501</id><published>2008-03-31T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:01:59.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of spring break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;this weekend was filled of lots of little things--nothin poppin' though. can i just say it snowed like no other in everett. i swear we were almost stuck there going to a nam's cousin's birthday. it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday--we saw the candas. so uncle abner and kuya paul for away at church, but saw michael and jovelle ..oh yeah and auntie yolie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh MA. CAN I HAVE A SLIDE KICK. OH MA.. IT'S MY BIRTHDAY"--in a high pitch michael canda voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight nam and i are going to seattle to celebrate the last day of spring/ beginning of a new quarter. and we're also taking michael and krst with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss oak harbor. not so much the place, but the people living there-- betina joan randy greg shan and april i hella miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll write tomorrow. after school :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here comes western--&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-886209195251884501?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/886209195251884501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=886209195251884501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/886209195251884501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/886209195251884501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-day-of-spring-break.html' title='last day of spring break.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-3413824404224591709</id><published>2008-03-28T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T13:21:16.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what really saddens me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;..is that i can't talk to you guys about it because you guys all assume i'm not over him. but you're happy for me and nam? i don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ew please, i'm definitely over him, but when i talk to you guys about internal conflicts with myself and just my own struggles. it's like you guys don't understand. you guys just say "oh you're not over him" i don't wanna hear you guys contradicting everything i've been saying to you guys. i've made great progress since my break up. i found a great man that i actually love and that's so great to me. so when you guys tell me that i'm not over him it seems all my progress is void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please.. if i can't go to you guys, without your already made up assumptions, who am i suppose to go to? i already told you guys i'm done with him, and since you guys don't really know me with anyone else, you guys don't know how i'm like with exs. i'm done with them when i say so--and i said so. so please stop telling me i'm not over him. because i'm KAPUT.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-3413824404224591709?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/3413824404224591709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1036869572098498802.post-7363522328960561515</id><published>2008-03-27T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:39:55.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last night was fairly interesting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;nam and i definitely had some things on our chest that we needed to take care of. unfortunately, that involves other people. i never regretted anything in my life. i usually just come out with some lesson i've learned and all that mumbo jumbo, but honestly if i could regret one thing, it'd be that--but thanks for the lessons learned and i don't know if you'll ever believe me, but i never did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night was interesting. i really wish it wasn't a topic we had to talk about, but i guess under the circumstances, it was an inevitable conversation. otherwise, let's try our HARDEST to never bring it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on that topic--i really don't know who to talk to about this kind of situation. also known as "doomsday". my heart isn't there anymore, but my mind keeps thinking about it. i can feel myself have flashes of it. and what it used to represent--years with an s and april fools.. i don't want to be with you ever again nor do i want to be your friend. most of all, i can't even have you in the same city without feeling ill. but i miss what it represented. besides you blog, i can't really talk about this one an unbias opinion. and if i do talk to someone, they don't really know whats going on. i miss what april first represented. guys always leave me before this two year mark. and i can't talk to my boyfriend about it because he really doesn't deserve his girlfriend feeling sad because of some other dude. this thing is going to pass. but i do miss him--not miss him as my boyfriend, but everything that i THOUGHT we were going to be and what this day was suppose to signify. there i said it outloud--but at the end of the day, you treated me like shit and you love someone else--and i will never love you again, but i pay homage to you. good run--with bad knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nam--i'm sorry for this, but you don't deserve this. thanks for being understanding. don't worry. after the first, im sure this will all pass. eight three one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i'm done with that. so the past TWO HOURS i've been on guess who's blog? freakin' PAUL CANDA. i don't know why..but his blog entries are really interesting. he's had his blog for awhile, and i actually only read it now. weird. but thanks kuya paul for being a significant part of my spring break. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since you contributed to my spring break--- here's a picture you've taken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R-vbY0QGDMI/AAAAAAAAABE/VAh7szZgMcE/s1600-h/jackie%2Band%2Bmike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jUGpwAD8fz4/R-vbY0QGDMI/AAAAAAAAABE/VAh7szZgMcE/s320/jackie%2Band%2Bmike.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182477015609380034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hahaha. good summer times. michael and i were fucking hungry! so we went across the street and got chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;HEAVILY NOTED: MICHAEL EATING AND JACKIE'S LONG HAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. i'm going to do laundry and eat. and think of some clever way to make it up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-441758886704949140?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/441758886704949140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=441758886704949140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/441758886704949140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/441758886704949140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/btw_26.html' title='btw..'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-442166191544658716</id><published>2008-03-26T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T19:11:55.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is from last night. sorry for the typos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i had to write this blog in tiny TINY ass font because nosy bitches aka michael and krst were all up on my grill in the car. so here goes--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;"please don't touch my penis. i will go sleep now. thank you very much"- oh yeah already know. hahaha and it's NOT nam. MUAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;my days aren't as boring as my blogs come off to be. ON CONTRARY TO POPULAR BELIEF, my days are actually extremely fun. it's just when i do have time to write a blog, i'm still getting over how much fun i've been having. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. right now honestly? i'm in the lexus because i'm going to oak harbor with nam. nam and i were suppose to go there a lot earlier, but guess what happened?! YEAH THAT'S RIGHT. krst's instigating ass was all i-wanna-go-to-oak-harbor-too-please-wait-for-me mood. so of course she GOES BEHIND MY BACK and tells nam to wait. nam's a nice guy so he's going to say yes. and his specific words were "she'll do that for me...you know?" YEAH SURE I KNOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. i'm pissed off at krst. just letting you ALL know that =] but i love her.i'm glad michael came to because krst's ass is OUT OF FUCKING CONTROL. i'm so happy he came. because i missed him as much as a missed krst and i saw michael a few days ago. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;anyway. we're on our way to oak harbor to meet up with everyone. for the barn and what not. probably going to eat afterwards. i hope we go to applebees because since lent is over, i haven't been binging out on lemons and vinger as i liked, and applebees is always a good place to eat lemons. "lemons with some water please"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school is starting in less than a week. and nam and i have plans this weekend =] but not nacquelyn plans, but nam and jackie is going along with him and his friends plans. but that's okay. all the guys have girlfriends and we just listen to the boys talk about cars and bikes. i'm very fortunate enough to not have a boyfriend that talks about cars twenty four effing seven, though a lot of girls probably assume that i have that problem. when i do. so suck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;status on my dad? i'm pretty sure he's still not talking to me. the only time he tried calling me is because the phone bill wasn't paid--yeah sure it was ON easter, but i know he was calling to bitch me out. maybe my dad was calling to say happy easter, but we all know better. i've always dated guys like my dad. ALWAYS. nam is like my dad when he's toward my mom. since he's whipped. like WHIPPED CREAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway--i hate being called jacquelyna that isn't alan. even alan doesn't even call me that anymore. btw, i can't wait for conference, and alan loves me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;megan can you please come home. i can't wait anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck joan. just in case i don't write another 'boring' blog until thursday. i know you're busy to read my blog. i don't think that you read it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, i love nam. straight up =]&lt;br /&gt;i'll edit later. players.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;ughh. we're on our way back to oak harbor. and since i'm not doing antyhing, but looking at this freakin' laptop, i've decided to finish the blog.well. we went the b barn but of coruse michael didn't want to go because it isn't his scene, so nam krst and i were there with the usual bfs--betina and joan. the four girls played tug o war. that was hella funny. and then we jumped rope while nam and the rest of the guys were breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all parted our seperate ways. so nam and i went to walmart---duh. to check if juno was there and see how the day 26 album was doing. juno wasn't there and day twenty six wasn't selling so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to chill in the car until everyone went to applebees at nine for happy hour, but guess who was next to our car? CHEYENNE AND KRST =] so we walk it out for a little bit. then nam and i pick up michael at his house because he left the bbarn early. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;we go to applebees afterwards. then we meet up with everyone--it was me nam joan betina michael april regina (congrats UW graduate) gazel and krst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good ass laughs. always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks nam for offering to go visit my friends. you are some kind of amazing. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited i got to see my friends today. i hung out with my boyfriend. saw my tita at albertson. and most importantly, my mom loves me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should hate, because my life right now, is almost perfect. but imperfections causes struggles and struggle equals strength. today i realized how lucky i was to have gone through struggles because they help define strength, my strength. i know it was all me, but without their aid, i'd be in some pot hole. seriously--and needed to be peeled off the floor. for the millionth time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nevermind. we just got pulled over. how sweet. so i'm dating a criminal. i love bad boys. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good night. everyone. i love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-442166191544658716?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/442166191544658716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=442166191544658716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/442166191544658716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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new roman;"&gt;hi. i know i haven't been blogging for awhile. i've just really been enjoying my spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday= i pampered myself and then nam and i met up with krst and michael to watch the other boelyn girl. and it was really good. met up with kat and julmar. and icelle and marvin. holy crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday= nam and i had olive garden, we rode the bike everyone, and then went to sushiland with kat and julmar--went to jrs and maikou's house and freakin' got piss drunk. nam and i slept on the floor, IN OUR ROOM. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday= shawn and amy came over for some tacos. nam and i went to the mall, and then went to joey's. ate cheesecake when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. we're meeting up with michael for some pho, but we have some family business to take care of. love you all and PIG OUT       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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everyone!'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-5157632003360437486</id><published>2008-03-19T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:36:21.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first official day of spring break.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;IT'S HERE =] and i'm just waiting for my boyfriend to get home. i miss him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after my french final. went to oak harbor, GOT MY CD =] went to get my haircut..&lt;br /&gt;i love it so much--it's awesome. you guys will see soon. but.. guess who surprises me at the salon?! NAM AND KRST =] hahahaha. i didn't know nam was coming into town. but he missed me and thank god because i missed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the three of us went to the barn. where we met up with joan cheyenne and betina--and the guys of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was starving like A MUGG so we went to pita pit. i was craving it so bad when joan said she wanted a smoothie from there.&lt;br /&gt;it was cheyenne krst randy joan greg betina carlo nam and i. it was nice seeing my friends =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i dropped krst and cheyenne off to krst's car since she left the jetta at artistianos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went back to pita and then nam and i wanted to go home, soo then everyone else did. yeah, we start trends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nam and i went home. and we passed the fuck out. we were so tired because yesterday was definitely a trying day. i'm so sorry for everything that's happened. i really didn't mean for that to happen. it's nothing like that anymore. i'm very happy you're still around. and i'd be crazy if i ever left you for him....or anyone for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come home.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-5157632003360437486?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/5157632003360437486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=5157632003360437486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5157632003360437486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5157632003360437486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-official-day-of-spring-break.html' title='first official day of spring break.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-8006051891982918370</id><published>2008-03-18T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T09:36:36.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last day of school= death day= long blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i really don't want to bitch about finals in my blogs, but i seriously can't help it anymore. i'm having the crappiest day ever. I just took my final for my biological anthropology class, and it was soo hard. :[. i thought that the material was pretty cake, and i've been studying alittle every day all week, so i didn't think i needed to wil' out last night, i guess i did. i thought i knew the material pretty well. i hate details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to make myself feel better about everything.. this has been a stressful past few days from moving out of oaky, commuting, and just trying to be the best girlfriend i can be because i'm not doing so hot right now. i've been listening to my imeem playlist entitled "girly songs". it consists of that's how i like it by beyonce and jayz, damaged by danity kane, blue jeans by yasmeen, and b boy baby by mutya buena feat. amy wino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i surprised nam by coming home WAY earlier than expected. he was really happy since he didn't have work at C&amp;amp;D due to a train hitting a semi! what the HELL right?!&lt;br /&gt;shawn nam and i kicked it at home for awhile, but then shawn went home. just as nam and i were going to PASS OUT, my and katie calls us and asks us to drive to arlington THEN EVERETT to pick up his weight set. we do that...then finally get home. but nam and i had plans to go swimming at pilchuck at 7. we swam. it was so fun. hahaha. it was just us two and LOTS-O-KIDS. hahaha. after that, we had pho. i really don't like pho as much, but last night after swimming, pho was the best thing on the planet. i went home so i can study.. i studied and watched MTB4S2. it was nice =] and nam brought me cheesecake. we accidently passed out--because we were suppose to go to walmart at midnight to get....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU GUESSED IT!!: DANITY KANE'S WELCOME TO THE DOLLHOUSE =] ALBUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b84/jay_breezy34/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Welcome-to-the-dollhouse.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b84/jay_breezy34/Welcome-to-the-dollhouse.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but shit went down, and i didn't go, but he did. unfortunately, people at walmart were being pricks and weren't opening the box for him because they were waiting for the display at NINE. doode, just give him the damn cd. nam was getting heated so he had to leave. i'll just get my cd when i'm in oaky today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[not angry, just concerned with myself]---------------------------- so counter blog this if you like, i don't care because he's right, i have to stop caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this really has nothing to do with you nor can you do anything about it. but please, stop haunting my nightmares, please stop ruining my life slowly. i know you aren't doing it, but i hate my memories of you. and the thing is that my memories when i think about you are all bad ones, of you yelling at me, you dating other girls, you cussing at me, telling me you regret us, and telling me that she's the love of your life. all those times you let me run away, the times we yelled at each other in the new development, the times where we slept angry, the many times you said no to me, the times you always said my flaws to me and other people, being the only person to embarass me. that's all i think about.. i think about how fast i fell out of love with you, just as fast as i fell in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't regret dating you like you regret me, but i wish i could erase the memories.. all of them. i wish i could just have the lessons i've learned from you, fashion sense, and my friends. i wish that's all i could get, but instead i have these memories.. not even good ones of you.when i think about the good times, it gets instantly replaced by bad ones of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sorry for him, because he gets hurt. over NOTHING. it's not your problem i know. and that's what you're probably thinking, but he's my man, and i don't know what to do. i know you couldn't help me, you're not very good at giving advice. i'm so helpless because he loves me so much, and i don't know how to fix it. i'm assuming time will take care of it, but time has to hurry up and fix whatever you did to me, because i'm never going to do the same things i did to other boyfriends, and i'm DAMN sure that you won't be in the way. and i'm damn sure i'll never want him to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; you have nothing to do with us, but he's hurting for what?! you!. and that's nothing. ESPECIALLY to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you for everything you've done to me, but i need to seriously stop caring about you. and the care i have for you, ISN'T A GOOD ONE. what i mean is that i MIND you. i hate it. you're already out of my heart, please please get out of my mind, and please stop eating my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if this offends you, i'm sorry. i don't mean for it to, but i need to save myself. and nam. because he doesn't deserve this. he gives me the best, so i need to do that too. with untainted love. because of you i'm damaged goods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so sorry mydear. 831--trust. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-8006051891982918370?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/8006051891982918370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=8006051891982918370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8006051891982918370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8006051891982918370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-day-of-school-death-day-long-blog.html' title='last day of school= death day= long blog.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-1256090848183964123</id><published>2008-03-16T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:05:13.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>domestic partnership.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i can't believe that i cried when i left oaky today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to say that nam krst and i went to jumbo yesterday day. and met up with the candas. only the parental units and canda number two aka michael. it was fun, we got seated next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later on that night, nam and i took krst and michael to dinner. since cheyenne couldn't go, we took the bestfriend couple out. we went to johnny carino's. lots of laughs i must add. we've been doing that a lot lately... laughing. it's good because it's soothing to the soul-- mostly about me. i love it when my friends like telling humiliating stories about me to the boyfriend. it's AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;after wards-- michael felt bad that nam paid so he took the four of us out to see 10,000 b.c.. WOW RIGHT?.  hahaha. it was such a good movie, because it really is a love story with lots of good action. i also ABSOLUTELY loved it because it had so much anthropological stuff i learned from my classes. especially material i learned this year from my bio anth and archaeology classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my archaeology final tomorrow--the material is so effing boring, but cake none the less. i can't wait for tuesday. where my last finals take place, and i get to visit oak harbor for my hair cut and see the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother texts me today. i freakin' miss him. so much. and my sister. it's stupid that the parental units are giving me and HIM a hard time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. i'm going to go now =]. i just got done studying and now i'm interneting. my usual shits. hahaha byee eeveryonee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--to you, i feel like you have been avoiding me these past few weeks. i know school is in the way, but now that you're okay with everyone, i feel like you're leaving me in the dark. you don't text or call me anymore. i don't call or text as much because i don't wanna intrude. i feel like that's what i've been to you. just an intrusion on your life. i'm afraid when we go to conference, you're going to bail out on me. i'm going for you, initally. i'm excited to go overall, but i'm more excited to kick it with you and the guys. you called me friday night. and i was so happy. i just got done telling nam how much i missed you.... and you call! but i call and text you b.ack and you don't call or text me back either.. i'm sorry for being so needy. i know i am. but i love you in my life. please don't kick me out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back to myself. i LOVE it.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-1256090848183964123?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/1256090848183964123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=1256090848183964123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1256090848183964123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1256090848183964123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/domestic-partnership.html' title='domestic partnership.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-4587238358842872386</id><published>2008-03-15T17:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T17:58:55.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>before my date.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;look what michael did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.americanidol.com/myidol/forums/topic/?tid=846589&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a jerk.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-4587238358842872386?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4587238358842872386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4587238358842872386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4587238358842872386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4587238358842872386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/before-my-date.html' title='before my date.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-4912636156038136849</id><published>2008-03-15T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T10:10:21.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last weekend in OAKY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so this is my last weekend here in oaky. it's pretty sad, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday nam picked me up in mt. vernon so we can head down to OAKY together. we got home and chilled for a little bit. michael and everyone wanted to go to skywarrior. unfortunately my ID is expired so i couldn't escort us into the base so we met michael at joan's house so we can catch a ride with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRIOR to us going in town, MICHAEL fails to remind us that the movie is at 730. mind you that i'm getting ready slowly because i didn't think that the movie isn't until later tonight. i hurry and get ready. and can i please tel you. i UNTIFFANY-ED it up. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael gazel and april pick us up. we meet up with krst joan randy. and janelle comes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we head up to pita pit. more people come through.. oak harbor was poppin'. except for the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then me and nam got the car, and since no one was doing a damn thing nam and i head back out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the 15th so happy one. =] nacquelyn &amp;amp; cheytee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner tonight--probably get a little crunk too. SWEETTT..&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-4912636156038136849?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4912636156038136849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4912636156038136849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4912636156038136849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4912636156038136849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-weekend-in-oaky.html' title='last weekend in OAKY.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-4926933560508085458</id><published>2008-03-13T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:40:49.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bbarn, my girls, starbucks conversations.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i just got done kickin it with the girls. joan betina and i went to eat baskin robins and lil caesar's.&lt;br /&gt;studied at our spot.&lt;br /&gt;bbarn-ed.&lt;br /&gt;studied at our spot again--krst came =] more awesome starbucks conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krst's crib, betina just dropped me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a lot done. i finished my study guide. i don't know about thosee girls. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i had PLENTY of awesome quotes. i wish i could capture each quote. and remember it. my girls make THEE best quotes. so does my boyfriend. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of good quotes. alan had a good one yesterday&lt;br /&gt;"let's move. i don't wanna be in front of the camera........ yeah i do"- alan michael casitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is friday. thank god. i have to do laundry and start packing a little. nam is coming tomorrow. hopefully. probably kick it. that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for tuesday =]&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-4926933560508085458?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4926933560508085458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4926933560508085458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4926933560508085458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4926933560508085458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/bbarn-my-girls-starbucks-conversations.html' title='bbarn, my girls, starbucks conversations.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-3720488977441849464</id><published>2008-03-13T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T12:42:22.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>via pacific retina. seattle office.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i love texting my bestfriends when their asses are hard at work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Michael says: "I'll give you a hicky"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but of course i say: "with what? a vacuum?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Krst says: "stop sign please"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but of course... she actually puts it on my myspace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;please witness bitches ----&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jacquelynrg"&gt;www.myspace.com/jacquelynrg&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;anyone. i'm safe on american idol, which is nice because i did suck wednesday :(.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;speaking of suck (PUN SUPER INTENDED--to michael and krst), NAM came over last night.. it didn't suck really, but he just watched me study, and we hung out. it was the complete opposite of SUCK, it was awesome... then he went home this morning. i'm sad everytime he leaves me, but it's okay. that'll change very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i'm done with class and it's really nice getting out this early. this is going to be my tuesday and thursday classes next quarter, but then i'll be going home to my mans. =]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;today i'm going to meet up with the girls at our study spot. then hit up the BBARN. niceeeeeeee =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i need a spoon and lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;okay laterdays playays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh yeah, can i say MARCH 18TH?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-3720488977441849464?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/3720488977441849464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=3720488977441849464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/3720488977441849464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/3720488977441849464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/via-pacific-retina-seattle-office.html' title='via pacific retina. seattle office.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-1998958184793845400</id><published>2008-03-12T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T09:21:11.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i tried every remedy and nothing seems to work for me =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm never getting over the fact that i freakin love danity kane. seriously. MORE THAN LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i wish i could just write out the lyrics to this song, and tell you why i love every line, but that'll be a waste of time, because you guys know. i LOVE them =] seriously MORE THAN LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. since i've been in DK hardcore-groupie-phase, along with michael thank you very much, i haven't been telling you guys any STABLE agendas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well monday. i went all the way in town. i met up with betina and we went to the hosptial, then we went to the new starbucks. dannggg oaky =]&lt;br /&gt;joan and krst came over. we had a wonderful studying session. we've decided that it was the bomb place to study. because it has the perfect amount of noise. i need noise to study--or damaged by danity kane playing in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i went home with krst. good laughs with the girls for sure. i love my girls. i promise i'll visit you guys ALWAYS. in both towns/cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today. i get to go home early today because i don't have la classe de francaise.--and i think my shoes are here =]&lt;br /&gt;i'm going home and study, but guess who's coming to study with me?!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DAMN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;NAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so nam, tell me how you gonna fix it, fix it, fix it?. hahaha. just joking. my h-e-a-r-t is no longer d-a-m-a-g-e-d. hahaha. omg. i love danity kane more than life. sorry nam. it's just how life goes, but i'm glad you're patient to understand, because i don't need time to clear the whole in my heart..anymore. =] hahahaha. i'm so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I NEED THIS PUZZLE TO BE PUT TOGETHER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jGsbL0sz70&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jGsbL0sz70&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1036869572098498802-1998958184793845400?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/1998958184793845400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=1998958184793845400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1998958184793845400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1998958184793845400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-tried-every-remedy-and-nothing-seems.html' title='i tried every remedy and nothing seems to work for me =]'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-1556474584002485449</id><published>2008-03-11T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T18:35:54.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DANITY KANE. DAMAGED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE SHANNON&lt;br /&gt;and danity kane.. seriously MORE THAN LIFE.=]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jGsbL0sz70&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4jGsbL0sz70&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-1556474584002485449?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/1556474584002485449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=1556474584002485449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1556474584002485449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1556474584002485449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/danity-kane-damaged.html' title='DANITY KANE. DAMAGED.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-6174024665311275027</id><published>2008-03-11T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T09:49:44.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dead and finals week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:x-small;"&gt;my blazers are coming in tomorrow =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;the 15th is the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;study like a mofo today, tomorrow, thursday, all this weekend-- yummy =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;i miss my fasa friends. sorry i've still be MIA. school sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;"can you hurry up and come here already?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;daylight savings time helped me by an hour =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;eight three one mydear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;i'm sorry CHEYTEE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;shall post again later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-6174024665311275027?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/6174024665311275027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=6174024665311275027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6174024665311275027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6174024665311275027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/dead-and-finals-week.html' title='dead and finals week.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-5128928214205475150</id><published>2008-03-10T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T14:28:28.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh PACIFIC RETINA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i'm notorious for my long ass blogs, it's monday. and i haven't blogged in FOREVER. so bitches watch it. i'm complaining too! hence the title. =| &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;avec&lt;/span&gt; one ode to my mans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my myspace page is off private now, so i'm sure i have new people looking at this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but PREMIERE FOIS, here was the former itinerary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday:&lt;/span&gt; a great day because i turned in that stupid ass paper, and i had a three hour break in between that class and french. i waited outside for alan to get out of class. i thought preeya was there too, but lazy bitch slept. haha. alan and i met up with hikari. we all went to lunch. that was nice. then i went mt vernon to meet up with guess whoo?! DAMMMN NAMMM. =]. i see his car when i'm walking toward the station... i look inside. and i see my sweet perfect boyfriend sleeping in his car. i knock, a very cute knock. and then i knock harder.. i look around to see the other doors, but they're all locked too. i can see he was waiting for my call because his phone was on his lap. i call and i call. at this point i'm knocking and screaming "NAM! NAM! NAM!" --coordinating with my knocks of course. i'm frustrated at this point. it's no longer cute. i sit on the curb and just call him from there. i'm waiting to see  if he'll poke his head up, but no. so i go there. and i'm laughing but frustrated at the same time. i'm laughing OUT LOUD, and i keep screaming "OHH NAMM.. you are DEAD MEAT!" then i start knocking like a mad woman...FINALLY his ass wakes up. he's very happy to see me.. but i'm not so happy to see him. but i'm laughing inside. it was a good nacquelyn moment. we head to marysville. we kick it at home all day. we're hella scrubby. we watch hella movies. and we eat pho. oh god. it was good though because it was raining. then we went to sleep at like freakin 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday:&lt;/span&gt; we wake up at 12 the next day. the oversleeping was so needed. we get ready to go to the aquariam. we went with amy and shawn because it was there anniversary. it was very short . imean VERY. and there was way too much people there but i had a lot of fun with nam. it was so cute. after that we go to sushiland for some SUCKY ASS service. but i love their ice cream. i had two :(. after that we go to the mall, and nam bought me two pumps :). thanks mydear. and then we went to phoung's sisters house. i drank. beer. like a lot in a short time. NOT ME. it was fun though. nam and i went home, and he was laughing at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;: nam and i decided that it was going to be our chill day. we were planning on staying home after church and pho, but we didn't go to church, but of course we got pho or nam would've cried. hahaha. we saw phoung and vee there. shawn came with since his plans didn't fall through. afterwards, we dropped phoung and vee off at their house. the three of us head back to marysville. it wasn't sunny but the temperature was nice :) so nam and i wanted to take the bike out.. we get dress up in our jackets. and gloves. we look so sexy. hahaha. we wanted to browse stores so we went to the outlet. we visited amy, and we saw some other people, but everyone saw US. hahaha. afterwards we went to bestbuy and target (thanks for my baby genevieve). then we went to coldstone since i wanted dessert. there was too much people in the store, so we decided to sit on the bike- which was the cutest thing ever. we went to the twin lakes which was really nice. i never heard of that place beofre then we went home to watch transformers, but i wanted chips and dip. we didn't have any so we were going to go to the corner store, so we took the bike with NO jackets and in sweats. both of us. WE FREEZE on the way there. they didn't have the ones i wanted so we went to THRIFT WAY. omg. we were freezing like NO OTHER. we came back after our little excursion. we watch transformers then we head back to oaky. we go into town because i wanna visit the girls (krst betina joan and april). thanks nam. sorry about being the only boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's monday. krst picked me up at my house since she was working in mt. vernon. i packed her some food..i made my bus by 3 MINUTES. it was CRAZY. hahaha. stupid krst.&lt;br /&gt;and i didn't have my french oral exam today. it's tomorrow. THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;and my mother bitches me out.. in english AND IN TAGALOG. she never does that, i didn't even do anything to her. so who do i call? MICHAEL. but he's at work, then who do i do most of my bitching too? DAMN NAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complaining time with shout outs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MR. ANGEL GUERRERO.&lt;/span&gt;- DAD seriously. IF YOU WANNA TALK TO ME. please PLEASE call me. i've been trying to call you. but you're being so damn stubborn. i called you hella. and you missed my calls? THEN CALL ME BACK. geezus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MRS. MAYLYNE GUERRERO-&lt;/span&gt; MOM. you seriously yelled like static. stop choosing sides. i'm tired of talking about why HE'S not calling ME. i've been. STOP YELLING. stop calling me jacquelyna. what if i called you maylyna?! you'd hate that right? AND STOP CUSSING AT ME IN TAGALOG. i know what it FREAKIN MEANS. i'm not five anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIANA PETERS-&lt;/span&gt; DOODE. why the late notice? you're so lucky that i have a backup and an amazing boyfriend or i'd be homeless. it's such bullshit. but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PACIFIC RETINA-&lt;/span&gt; STOP FUCKING WITH MY FRIENDS. keep them in MT. VERNON. or everett. i live near both =] MUAHAHAHA.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NATIONAL GUARD-&lt;/span&gt; bring megan back. i miss her. alot. we need her to regulate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BF-&lt;/span&gt; please try to support me.. i feel like i'm carrie bradshaw moving to paris and you're miranda telling me not to move to paris.i just need your support. you know he's perfect for me. i just really need you right now to believe in us because you know if this relationship fails, i'm going to die then you michael betina joan and megan will have to pry my ass off the floor again. i'm scared because of everything that happened to me.. like really scared. it's kind of hard to tell you about it because it's like you're not hearing me out--i'm scared, but nam is making it sound super easy. he loves me and you know it.--just be there for us please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALAN CASITAS-&lt;/span&gt; i'm not trying to push me away from you. i just want you to be happy. i think i'm just giving you your space back. i feel like i smother you. i always want you around. i've been busy with school, but it really couldn't come at a better time. i wanna be with you hella. hahha i feel like it's too much for you and i'm not letting you kick it with everyone else. i love you though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;obsession: marques houston- favorite girl.&lt;br /&gt;wish it was called favorite guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn nam- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should put you in complaints because i need you to stop being so perfect, like liking my friends, saying the right things, helping my friends out with car stuff and breaking stuff, helping me fix myself while being the absolute best cure, asking me to move,.. planning for us. i don't know what more i can ask for. i thought i found what i needed before, but you are really perfect to me. i thought i found great before, but it wasn't all that great anymore. thanks for being understanding about my friends. thanks for always ALWAYS having my back. thanks for starting to become a best friend.  you seriously help me. and you are so calm even when i flip out. i'm going to annoy you. and i'm positive that you will-- but you are so confident you won't. i love how you claim me LIKE NO OTHER even when those girls are around. the expression "actions speak louder than words" is not applicable to you because both your actions and words are of EXTREME HIGH quality. you say you love me so much, and you prove it to me. you listen and you actually react to things i tell you. you ask questions about my life AND my friends AND my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are my trophy.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm glad you're on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; SHELF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-5128928214205475150?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/5128928214205475150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=5128928214205475150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5128928214205475150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5128928214205475150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/oh-pacific-retina.html' title='oh PACIFIC RETINA.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-7820123505313190990</id><published>2008-03-07T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:28:05.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm already at school... lame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i came on campus early to finish my paper. whoopie freakin' doo.&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to turn in this stupid paper--i usually like writing papers, but i think this is my most poorly written one yet, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't care. as long as i did it. i heard koetje gives 100s if you just did it. so i dont wanna stress out about that when i have plenty of other shit to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to see nam today. i guess he'll be picking me up at mt. vernon instead of everett. yayy boyfriend =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to go. i'm cranky. and this keyboard is hard to type on. yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laterdays. players.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-7820123505313190990?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7820123505313190990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=7820123505313190990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7820123505313190990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7820123505313190990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-already-at-school-lame.html' title='i&apos;m already at school... lame.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-1676205602266886032</id><published>2008-03-07T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T10:58:20.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"i had butterflies in my stomach"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;because I REALLY DID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so michael, krst, and nam picked me up (gazelle drove up already), we went to drop them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doode you don't even know. michael and krst dipped out SUPER fast. and nam and i had nothing to do. i really wanted some starbucks so we went there and talked for like an hour before everyone was going to applebees..so we thought. it was 9 o'clock. we had to ask some people because we freakin' left our cellphones in the car. we call everyone to find out that it's at 930. GAH. so nam and i have like half an hour to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we go to the view.&lt;br /&gt;----finally says something nice about oaky, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had to applebees. we were the first one there. then michael and joan get there. then comes avril, then gazelle, then betina and greg, krst and then marvin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doode we were there until almost 12. it was so much fun, lots of laughs. michael tells the usual--how fat he was, the track story (still gets me everytime), and all the drama in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joan michael nam krst and i kick it at his house for a bit, they just dropped me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't worry dear, THIS WEEKEND. i promise. sorry about alla dat. haha. i can't wait to kick it with you all weekend. it's raining, so NO BIKE =], but we can do other things. you're my gimme doze. it's amazing how you can put up with me. i'm glad its really unconditional, no matter what it is. your patience is key to me. attraction, passion, fun, understanding--for years.i couldn't ask for more. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight three one&lt;/span&gt; *i'm showing it to you with my fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a fun night..but i barely wrote anything because i was excited. and i had butterflies in my stomach. hahaha. of course they're mad at me.--the consequences? all nighter..yeahhhhhh!.. not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized how much i missed yokosuka, looking at michael's pictures. i remember doing confirmation in that church. going there for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being the coolest ever. thank you for updating me on clothes and shoes. thanks for knowing what i'd wear and not wear. thank you for always ALWAYS understanding me, when no one else does, you know i'm making perfect sense. thanks alan for the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLACK MACBOOOOK!!      &lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-1676205602266886032?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/1676205602266886032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=1676205602266886032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1676205602266886032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/1676205602266886032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-had-butterflies-in-my-stomach.html' title='&quot;i had butterflies in my stomach&quot;'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-947114940391039488</id><published>2008-03-06T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:27:19.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jacquelyn guerrero-canda.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i wanna be a canda. instead of working on my paper, i stalked the canda brothers--pmk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was suppose to only be a distraction from actually writing my paper but now...&lt;br /&gt;i'm convinenced. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. all i'm doing is stalking, waiting to write..and waiting for krst, nam, and gazelle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah..applebees. AGAIN tonight.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really miss alan, raf, ryan, preeya and hikari..i miss all my friends at western. i hate school.&lt;br /&gt;i love how what brought us together (school) is tearing me apart from them. i'm so out of it. :(...      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw--establishment revised. the 15th.       &lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-947114940391039488?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/947114940391039488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=947114940391039488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/947114940391039488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/947114940391039488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/jacquelyn-guerrero-canda.html' title='jacquelyn guerrero-canda.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-471030399631837095</id><published>2008-03-05T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:57:54.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this week has been going by so fast.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"When I'm with you I try to be my best, because I never want you finding better..."-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nam P. Mai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you really want me to, and i really want to too, but this is a serious SERIOUS step. i know i have a quarter to think about it, and i really am. we fit. and i think if i do and things run smoothly, it'll be the best times ever. i know you want it to happen in the summer, but i'm scared. what if you stop loving me? or you stop liking me all together? i know you want to be the supporter, but i'd feel bad. there's so much questions running through my head since you've asked me. last time this happened to me, it went sour. fast. what if it's too early? i think it's too early, but it feels like what i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you promise me things, and you've made all of them come true..already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-471030399631837095?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/471030399631837095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=471030399631837095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/471030399631837095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/471030399631837095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-week-has-been-going-by-so-fast.html' title='this week has been going by so fast.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-8739434448177985114</id><published>2008-03-05T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:08:05.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>missed like all my shows, but hey i'm singing tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;LOTS OF drama has been going on, but besides that the happiness level dropped for me and my friends, i'm still very VERY happy. i really didn't think that anything would make me feel bad after the perfect life i've been having, but i'm still pretty happy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i wrote that blog, nam picked me up at dugula bay--and then we went to the Bbarn. betina and joan were there. nam wasn't dressed to dance, but he did anyway. "dammmnnnn namm!". after that, nam and i went to get some mcdonalds, then met gretina and roan (IT WILL STAY ROAN) at joan's house. we watched greg's break dancing dvd he got from betina for his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then nam slept over, but he left early in the morning because he had work, he was still late for work.&lt;br /&gt;i stayed home from school to write my paper.&lt;br /&gt;thennn. guess what? NAM COMES BACK TO OAK HARBOR TO SEE ME. and he wanted to break--that might be the better reason. we go to the bbarn. and even krst's ass was there. hahaha. it was nice. after kickin' it with the girls and the guys doing there thing. roan gretina, krst, carlo, nam and i went to tokyo stop since i was hardcore craving rice. after tokyo stop, we dropped krst off to her car, then nam and i went home. we kicked it outside in the car for a few good hours. no joke. then KRST comes to kick it with us, so we watch a movie in the car..but we PASS out for like an hour. we woke up and it was like midnight. now, these bitches need to drive home, so we wake up slowly, and in pain because we were tired and i had to do a lab the next day (which was technically the same day). they left, i was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had four hours of straight up anthropology. it's all good. lab sucked--like always. AND i'm learning the same shit over and over in my anthropology classes. which is a good thing. i got a B on my archaeology test--perfect on my essay and extra credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i registered for classes. i have to go to school on tuesday and thursdays FOR ONE FUCKING HOUR. in the morning. i'm really bitter about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm going to write and study for archy and french. i think nam wants to come again =]. michael is coming too. but i can't go out to play unless i finish my shits. it's a pretty day. so i hope nam comes. it's nice seeing him everyday. --i can't wait for this weekend, nam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed my shows, which suck completely, but i'll get a chance to watch it soon&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, we talked to megan. that was nice. i haven't spoken to her since like last week. i'm glad that she's caught up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, everything will be alright okay? we'll make it through this. i love you guys--and don't worry, you guys were always my bestfriends.&lt;br /&gt;let's just live life and PARTTTTYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-8739434448177985114?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/8739434448177985114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=8739434448177985114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8739434448177985114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8739434448177985114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/missed-like-all-my-shows-but-hey-im.html' title='missed like all my shows, but hey i&apos;m singing tonight.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-8196264213157705579</id><published>2008-03-03T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T17:44:20.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't read if you don't like long blogs--or if you're too sensitive</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i think i spoke too soon. i had one HELL of a weekend right? so of course the universe gives me a shitty first day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;let's see the list of events that SUCKED the life out of my day today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i only wore the outer layer of my northface, but it's RAINING and it's freakin cold. so i have to buy a sweater at the book store. well it's a crew. and it's comfy--but had to walk all the way to freakin' south campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i will only have classes MWF. good right? NOT. because french is EVERYDAY. so that means TUESDAYS AND THURSDAY i'll be coming on campus for ONE HOUR of french....with ANNABELLE&lt;--the french devil professor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;biological anthropology sucked big balls so i decided to leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;had the first serious talk with nam. no fighting, but just some things that needed to be talked about eventually, happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;then i just researched all lunch. i found my shit, but i had to literally INHALE a hot pocket to make it to french on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;GET TO FRENCH, and then i totally forgot to relook at the material for the QUIZ. i got some right, but i bombed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;we have a test in french on THURSDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;my paper is due FRIDAY--how much do i have written? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZERO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i have to do the entire chapter 7 in our workbook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;ex-factor interferes..great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE FUCK EVER.--I'M PISSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i haven't written about you in a really long time. i really don't care about you anymore. nor am i in love with you anymore, but please PLEASE just leave me alone. i'm not being disrespectful by dating someone else right after you. you DUMPED ME THREE MONTHS AGO.  do you remember? remember you begging to LEAVE? i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respecting&lt;/span&gt; myself for damn sure by making myself happy. i'm stupid for believing you when you told me you had nothing with her. SHE SLEPT OVER TWICE. one with megan, yeah sure. but you two slept together a second time. and probably a gagillion times after at her HOUSE. you're with someone else now. i don't know i don't care. we call her your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; because excuse me, but have YOU FREAKIN' LOOKED AT YOUR MYSPACE AND BLOG?! i haven't so i don't know. but i know they are sanctuaries to her. what is everyone suppose to think?!?! you made a thank you list for her. SHIT I MADE YOU. you say the same things you told me. i have a bad past. i get that. everyone knows that. but i NEVER use the same shit to the same guys. we call her your girlfriend (which we rarely say because we have better things to talk about than you) because that's how you flaunt her. you aren't official but she already met your older sister. you made her SIT NEXT TO HER AT THE CONCERT. you bring her to your LITTLE SISTER'S GAME. see how that's disrespectful to me? because you knew i was going to go, you BRING HER..AND YOU SIT NEXT TO YOUR DAD. you make our friends CHOOSE SIDES. do you know what?! THEY AREN'T PICKING SIDES. they are defending their friendships with you. YOU AREN'T BEING A FRIEND TO THEM. you almost made me a shitty friend you know that? to them, they are the best things to happen to me. i would have never found friends like them if it weren't for you, i give you that, but they aren't JUST your friends anymore--&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY ARE MINEEE TOOOOOOO!!!&lt;/span&gt; i'm so sick of you saying their only yours. your sisters are MY FRIENDS TOO. you would make a more compelling argument if you were a better friend. you used to dog one of our friends..THE HARDEST, when she would ditch us, well hey, TAKE A LOOK IN THE MIRROR. you're rewriting history. i'm so tired of you getting on ou friends like that. they aren't doing this for me. they aren't mad at you for me, they are made at you because you aren't around anymore. you CHOOSE THEM OVER US. you choose her/them over ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another thing: THEY ARE HAPPY. you would be the one to ruin a happy home. i've never seen a homewrecker in the shape you've taken. she's your freakin' sister. as long as she's happy, you should freakin' LET HER BE HAPPY. and she's your really good friend. she's happy too. STOP TRYING TO BRING THEM DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;if you take her away from me, i'll hate you more than anything in the entire world. because i already hate you NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was suppose to be YOUR BESTFRIEND. you don't even kick it with him. you talk to him? about what? ---yeah that's what i thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't see them as YOURS anymore. THIS CUSTODY BATTLE is fucking stupid. you need to stop being a jerk because i gave you the life you wanted. everything you dreamt of, no drama, being single (well we don't know about that now do we?), i let you go because that's what you wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but at the end of the fucking day, i did it for me--you fucking murdered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and to think i cried. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spend my life with you&lt;/span&gt; is seriously a great APRIL FOOL'S prank. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the few things good today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i don't have french all week next week, i found big red, and nam's coming here in a few hours. to soothe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passion videos up soon =]&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-8196264213157705579?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/8196264213157705579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=8196264213157705579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8196264213157705579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8196264213157705579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/dont-read-if-you-dont-like-long-blogs.html' title='don&apos;t read if you don&apos;t like long blogs--or if you&apos;re too sensitive'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-7534833413166855332</id><published>2008-03-03T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:59:17.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>long distance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;first real serious talk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long distance sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-7534833413166855332?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7534833413166855332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=7534833413166855332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7534833413166855332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7534833413166855332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-distance.html' title='long distance.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-3605007567482000711</id><published>2008-03-02T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:01:15.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the end to a PERFECT weekend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GREG'S BIRTHDAY =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically consisted of hanging out with my bfs (except betina) and boyfriend. it was amazing.--in seattle and oak harbor.&lt;br /&gt;so today. me and nam stayed in all morning. we got ready because michael krst and cheyenne were coming to pick us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no effin' food at my house, so nam and i were freakin' HUNGRRRYYYY. and it turns out that krst and cheyenne were just as hungry.&lt;br /&gt;so we finally decided to go to applebees because it was the only place that'll satisfy everyone's lent thingys. and we had jorgi has our waitress.. WHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avril met up with us :). i haven't seen her in so long and it's so much funny when her and michael are together. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we decided to go where somewhere.. where else would we go in oak harbor, but WALMART. hahaha. we meet joan there =].&lt;br /&gt;so basically it was a WOD of people in walmart. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then joan was freakin' hungry so everyone but michael goes to mcdonalds, good laughs there. i felt back because nam was the only guy there, but he didn't seem to mind. then we pick him back up to kick it at DQ until the movie started. he already seen it so he didn't wanna watch it. lots of good laughs in DQ i must say. it was pretty awesome kickin' it with bfs and boyfriend for like two hours. krst cheyenne and michael bounce. so joan april nam and i watch Semi-Pro. that movie was actually really funny. i'm glad we watched it since the original plan was the other boelyn girl. that's okay. some other time i assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get out. and we meet up with krst and cheyenne, but they had errands to run. so joan nam and i go to mikey's house. i've officially decided that this is a small ass world. nam knows a lot of people in OH and lots of people know him from here. it's funny.. he even recognized randy. i'm excited to go to 360 because joan is going =] and i'm glad i'll have a girlfriend around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;krst and michael pick me and nam up from mikey's. we say bye to joan. yayyy. then we head home. so krst decides to drive with her gas light on. TYPICAL KRST. so we had to fill jimmy up. oh geezus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they drive me home to drop me off. i officially decided that my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENTIRE&lt;/span&gt; life was in that car. freakin' LEAVING ME. that was the saddest time i had all weekend. was that my friends and boyfriend were leaving me. and i'm glad that nam left with my friends because i'm really happy that we're hanging out. if my friends didn't like him i wouldn't know what to do. we'd have a LC/HEIDI situation. and i wouldn't want that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i appreciate my friends so much more now. happiness has seriously brought me back to myself. i'm louder and laughing more. that's who i am. i think positively and i want to kick it all the time. i love my life. and thank you for being THEE best addition to my life. i need you. i have never been treated so well before nor have i felt this satisfied in awhile. i can tell this is the start of a beautiful relationship..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight three one my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love these drama-free weekends with my bfs and boyfriend. i got 1 on 1 time with nam @ palisade and at the concert i got to kick it with my bfs. and i got all of them all day today. what more can i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my life is starting to look like my tattoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more and more everyday.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-3605007567482000711?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/3605007567482000711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=3605007567482000711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/3605007567482000711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/3605007567482000711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/end-to-perfect-weekend.html' title='the end to a PERFECT weekend.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2235790823500586807</id><published>2008-03-02T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T03:22:02.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"then BAM..BAM BAM"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so it's definitely like 3:11 am. how amazing is that right?-- you guys must think i'm crazy writing this early in the morning, but there's a simple explanation. i just got home, and i'm pretty sure i was threaten to post. awesome. i love my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaysss.. friday i went to class. it was raining like a BIOTCH. went to marysville to meet up with my mans...&lt;br /&gt;friday night. THEE best dinner date ever. palisade and "i love you jacquelyn" card with rose peddles. it was great food with a great view. thanks nam for the surprise&lt;br /&gt;went home after that to just watch movies n stuff. and then we knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE NEXT DAY--i'm so stoked to be kickin' it with my friends, but effin' krst's ass is 'stuck' (for lack of BETTER AND APPROPRIATE words) in OH. so we don't see each other until later in the 5 o'clock hour.--obviously you know who's pissed. michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before that, nam and i went to eat at red robin and shop a little bit. we were about to buy me some shoes, but they didn't have it in my size. amazing right? whatever. i'm going to get those shoes one way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so michael is pissed. we have to kiss some SERIOUS ass. krst and i come over super enthused, but i wasn't greeted with the best welcome, but it was everything i expected.&lt;br /&gt;we head to passion. FREAKIN' AMAZING concert. the opening acts were awesome. and this bridget girl was AMAZING. and passion of course, had me at a lost for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw--i love you jeremy for doing the duet.. WHY THAT ONE? but moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterwards krst michael and i go to marysville to pick up nam because we asked him to come to OH with us. we pick up Nam--at this time, the three of us are malnourished we needed to get some food in our stomachs AT THAT MOMENT or we would have seriously died from lack of protein, vitamin, fat...EVERYTHING. so the four of us went to denny's in mt. vernon. that was funny. i'm glad my friends really get a long with nam--i mean me and my friends are EFFIN' hilarious. i don't know who wouldn't like us. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we left there. and now me and nam are at my housee. while i blog, he sleeps. nice. hahaha. he had work this morning at both jobs, so i understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's about it. great laughs at denny's. i love life as WE speak. thank you all. and have a great fucking day.      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for getting along with my friends. they love that you're great to me. and they are the loves of my life-- thank you for being everything. i've wanted and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight three one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-2235790823500586807?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2235790823500586807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2235790823500586807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2235790823500586807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2235790823500586807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-bambam-bam.html' title='&quot;then BAM..BAM BAM&quot;'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2643580934013856115</id><published>2008-02-28T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:36:54.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>michael EFFING loves me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;so i'm using this against him until the end of time. you can no longer say i'm a bad friend. because it's obvious how much you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but, i did get to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my amazing bf, jackie&lt;/span&gt; on american idol today! she was alright, but dude. i'm in love with her that i don't really care. i have a feeling that she's gonna be my new melissa reyes obsession, cause you know...she did sing a melissa reyes song t..P but everyone reading, please support her and vote for her every night she performs and for the guys, vote for david archuleta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seriously miss my best friend, meggie. she's gone for 4 months, and i've been dying without her. i miss having my late night/long conversations every night with her. you know, it's funny. every time megan's gone for a long period of time, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jackie has always been there for me&lt;/span&gt;. it's not that she replaces megan, but i want to say that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jackie's the only person who understands what i'm going through when megan's gone.&lt;/span&gt; i don't know. i'm just so kj without megan, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love my jackie for keeping me company. =S sounds corny, but hey..it's the truth. so thank you ramiele! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-2643580934013856115?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2643580934013856115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2643580934013856115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2643580934013856115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2643580934013856115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/michael-effing-loves-me.html' title='michael EFFING loves me.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-6906572048055830339</id><published>2008-02-28T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T21:38:48.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'>naked truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so yesterday was a busy day from lab to four hours of anthro to swimming to class to fasa meeting to naked truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for anyone who goes to western, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i highly recommend that you guys go to this amazing AMAZING show.. &lt;/span&gt;i've gone to it every year i've been at western. and it's getting better and better every year :). i applaud all the acts, they were truly inspiring and moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to admit this, but i've noticed how much i've been eating. god writing about what i've eaten today doesn't seem too interesting, and i apologize. but i haven't eaten so much in one day. ever. well yesterday and today. i've been eating like a serious pig., but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the words of joan gailo: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jackie, who are you texting?! ARE YOU VOTING FOR YOURSELF?!?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stupid joan. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past two days i've been just kickin' it with alan. i'm glad we did. we haven't really kicked it in awhile. he's been to busy with conference shit--WHICH I CAN'T WAIT FOR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to preeya: that's how you know you have food problems. "where did it go?! DID I EAT IT?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so excited for this weekend. nam and i have dinner reservations at 8 to a surprise. and then doing some other surprise. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;then saturday--HOLY BESTFRIENDS. i'm so excited to kick it with bfs, watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Other Boelyn Girl&lt;/span&gt; and freakin' Passion. so i'm stoked&lt;br /&gt;i'm not looking forward to sunday because that'll be the start of my "week"--which will contain of research and writing. i need to at least bust out two to three pages a day, and i'll be good before it's due friday. i think nam and i will be going to portland that day. who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i heard some news about some girls--i don't really care anymore. it says a lot about you guys. you guys should live the lives god dealt to you, because i finally got a man who loves me, so please don't fuck it up. i mean, i really don't need to ask... because you really won't.&lt;br /&gt;but thanks, it's a huge compliment =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's impossible.&lt;br /&gt;"well... i love you with all my heart.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; my lungs"&lt;br /&gt;eight three one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-6906572048055830339?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/6906572048055830339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=6906572048055830339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6906572048055830339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/6906572048055830339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/naked-truth.html' title='naked truth'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2177855724290126972</id><published>2008-02-27T16:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:57:28.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alacquelyn time =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tonight is naked truth. i've been going to this show at western since i was a freshmen. and it's about that time of year =] alan is going with me. and i'm spending the night here. we're going to the show after fasa meeting, since we all needed to discuss conference. i can't wait, but i'll be missing michael's birthday. gah. i love you michel. but we get to kick it in poppin' OH. hahaha. so i'm glad about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after fasa mtg and the show, we're going to this apparently bomb bubble tea up north a little, and then we're going to come back home to WATCH ME ON AMERICAN IDOL =]. alan showed his roommates (besides judd because he already knows how scary it is), and they seriously couldn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in a really bad mood. thank god for nam. he soothes my soul. btw, thank you so much for being so patient with me. and for understanding. i'm glad you know my past--and you still understand. i love alan, and he's a great friend, and i'm glad you understand. you're so amazing to me. i really couldn't see my life without you right now. i don't remember the last time i was this happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you michael for your blog. i'm so glad you're back in my life too. you know i love you. and i'm obsessed with YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll blog later about the rest of THEE events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-2177855724290126972?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2177855724290126972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2177855724290126972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2177855724290126972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2177855724290126972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/alacquelyn-time.html' title='Alacquelyn time =]'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-8183607813770091598</id><published>2008-02-26T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:31:24.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>spell "iHOP" outloud then say "nis"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so after staying home for the greater part of the day, i finally went out.&lt;br /&gt;the original bus i was going to take freakin' went right pass me. what an ASS, but there was a bus right after it. still. I'M JUST SAYIN'.&lt;br /&gt;told my mom that i wanted to move to marysville. she sounded pretty excited about it. except the whole car payments thang--we'll see what's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i called icelle and told her what the eff has been going on. i didn't want her to find out from someone else. and she's happy for me. thanks gen.&lt;br /&gt;got my bangs cut. yayyyy. =]. it was deifnitely needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to hillcreast area and met up with secret lover. after that we went to joan's house. but we passed her. hahaha freakin' joan.&lt;br /&gt;went to mcdonalds, and ordered like we were pigs!. hahaha. and it was just me and secret lover!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the barn. hahaha that was hella fun--betina met us there. greg and randy are such role model's for those kids. i wish Nam came through, so that they can see other people break too. next time. joan and i tried to touch the disco ball, that's HUGE. she touched it, but i didn't see it. and neither did the camera. just betina. so technically it didn't count. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i talked to krst and michael throughout the day, like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dropped secret lover off, then betina and i went to her house to watch OTH. i liked this episode. i can't wait till hayley fights baby sitter-- do you remember when hayley punched rachel?! hahaha. i love this freakin' show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jackie, i'm so proud of you for moving on"--thanks bf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i remembered that emotional rollercoaster i was on when i was waiting for him. in the bigger picture, for the past two years i was going down on that rollercoaster, but now i'm going up. i'm going up high. my friends have been great to me--loving me just the same, supporting me, and recognizing what's real. i love that my friends are mature enough and as understanding as they are. it was a real risk being your friends, because that's the best thing he has ever given me. i was scared things were going to get complicated if this were to happen, and it did. and you guys are still great friends to me. i really don't want to find anyone else as friends. you guys are seriously it. i usually don't care what people think about it, i rarely do, but it's your opinions that mean the most to me. i'm back to my old self. i'm super happy. and i know what i'm doing this time around--i'm not doing it because i "was" vulnerable, i'm doing this because i'm purely happy. almost no worries, and its because of you guys i'm there. with the addition of Nam-- you guys are seriously the reason why i'm so happy. i promise you guys i will manage my life equally, but i need to be honest, i'm not trying to see him too often, even if its minimal.  i just want to thank you guys for everything. i love you guys so much.&lt;br /&gt;btw--i'm never loving someone more than i love me.ever again. and that's for damn sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to you: please no recycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for you. thank you for making me so happy. you're a GREAT addition to my life. and i think it's what i've been needing. thought i felt this way before, but never as refreshing as i do now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight three one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-8183607813770091598?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/8183607813770091598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=8183607813770091598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8183607813770091598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8183607813770091598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/spell-ihop-outloud-then-say-nis.html' title='spell &quot;iHOP&quot; outloud then say &quot;nis&quot;'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-5646279401929975990</id><published>2008-02-26T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T14:35:51.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so i definitely didn't go to school today. i went to bed at a good time. woke up at like 430 to wake nam up. that didn't help haha. woke up at 630 feeling like complete shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i didn't finish my blog last night. my computer froze and lots was going. betina came over, talked on the phone with michael and krst for a hot minute.&lt;br /&gt;talked to nam last night, but his ass fell asleep on the phone. he might be coming here to take care of me. even though it REALLY should be nurse michael's problem. whatever haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. my entire body is sore. my throat is sore. i'm just effing sore. betina might get me sometime. i don't know. i really wanna stop by the barn. let's see if i have the energy to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first time i've been home during the day time since i've lived here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have dinner plans friday. passion saturday. back to OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. i'll post later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. i fucking LOVE MAKING THE BAND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i love bad boys. =] yo nam. eight three one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-5646279401929975990?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/5646279401929975990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=5646279401929975990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5646279401929975990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5646279401929975990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-school.html' title='no school.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-3992256523302227348</id><published>2008-02-25T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T17:40:09.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so i didn't have my test today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;but i guess it's way better being prepared than missing the exam completely.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm home now, i'm definitely calling this day a lazy day because nam and i had to wake up so early to get to our lives. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway.i didn't have my test and steve thought it was the funniest thing--even if he studied just as hard as me. hahaha. i got both my bio. anthropology test and french test back. 79% and 93%. improvements on both. i hate introduction classes. i love my upper level classes. it's more fun to learn from them, instead of memorizing all these little terms and names, ugh. that's what i get for being a junior putting back my core classes. moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had lunch with alan and everyone. we people watched afterwards. i think western has the most fascinating collaboration of students. it's so funny. XD.&lt;br /&gt;my phone died at like 1030. so i was pretty lost with everyone. so after all my classes, before my bus came, i had to use the PAY PHONE to call Nam. he thought it was the sweetest thing ever. he's so great =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to pause. i'm talking to krst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-3992256523302227348?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/3992256523302227348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=3992256523302227348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/3992256523302227348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/3992256523302227348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-didnt-have-my-test-today.html' title='so i didn&apos;t have my test today.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2333990887369809127</id><published>2008-02-25T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:49:50.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NAcquelyn.</title><content type='html'>dammnn nam.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jackie and nam--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;established february 23rd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alki beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uuugghhh son!!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eight three one.&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/1036869572098498802-2333990887369809127?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2333990887369809127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2333990887369809127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2333990887369809127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2333990887369809127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-btw.html' title='NAcquelyn.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-4582918394069894286</id><published>2008-02-25T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T09:42:58.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vaseline, chap stick, ointment?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i think i'll be sticking to vaseline thank you very much. i tried alternative things, since i was too lazy to reach for genevive. my lips are now fucked up due to my laziness. i've learned from my mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so it's monday. and i have to take an archaeology test in about half an hour. i didn't study too much for it, since a lot of it had to do with social organizations which practically every anthropology class goes over. so over all, i'm not too worried about that, but some of the test is going to ask about dating techniques which are completely boring to study, but i just looked it. whatevers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;let me explain to you what happened to me this weekend. Nam came to visit me at my place thursday late afternoon. i didn't really have much to do at school on friday, so i decided to go back with him thursday night. friday we kicked it at the outlets for a little bit, and he dropped me off at the game, i really wish he could've went but he kicked it with my friends afterwards (i love michael and krst, crazy bitches). i'm glad he met some of my dearest. saturday we went to lynnwood on the bike since it was nice, we went to motoplex to fix some things wrong with Nam's bill. we got my jacket (probably the only GOOD thing about this bike) =]. that night we hosted a barbeque, then nam and i went to alki--probably thee best night of my life in a REALLY long time. thanks nam. then he dropped me home.  sunday, had dinner with the couples in shoreline.  went back to OH, he left this morning =[.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;today i plan to kick it with alan at lunch. i kind of want to stay to start researching for my paper that's due, but my phone is going to die seriously any minute and i'm scared to not be on the phone while i'm walking that scary ass walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my shoes are freakin' getting shipped back to TAMPA. i should've fixed that sooner. i'm going to call the SPoT today because i really want my shoes!. preeya hiks and i are going to have girl blazer day. i don't even know when that'll come. sorry girls. it's so stupid i know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;tuseday- kick it with betina. yeaaaahhhhh =] bff time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;wednesday. i'm going to be kicking it with friends up at western. FASA and naked stereotypes. whoo hoo. i'll probably swim that day since chris kong has been whinning about it--and who've thought, i saw his ass at the outlets too. hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;friday. hopefully going to seattle. i don't know how i'm going to seattle and getting back to OH. PASSION WITH MY FRIENDS =]. i'm so excited. i've been waiting to see him for THEE longest time--so glad i get to kick it with my friends. haven't seen them since friday, because you know they switched shit up on me. but i love them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;next week some intense writing is needed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i want to move in with alan next year for school, but mother wants me to move to marysville. michael is moving to marysville. so that is pushing me REALLY hard to move there. i'd have my car by then, and i'll just drive to mt. vernon. i'd get to wake up a lot later that's for damn sure, but i don't want to be THAT kind of commuter. we'll see. because i do wanna move to b-ham for my senior year. i could live in OH with betina. i have so much options. it's better than having none. yadig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;life is great. i'm back to my old self again. thanks for the promises. i know you'll keep 'em. and thanks for telling me. i'm glad i told you too. i really don't like the bike. i don't know what i'd do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;megan, i can't wait till you get home. i miss you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;as for you? i'm sorry you found out that way, but listen to this song by Keyshia Cole- I Remember. it'll tell you how i feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i didn't bring him because i thought it was disrespectful to you and your family, but you hardcore disrespected me. i could careless what you do, but seriously? but then again, do you care what i do? didn't think so.--and i'm glad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-4582918394069894286?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4582918394069894286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4582918394069894286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4582918394069894286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4582918394069894286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/vaseline-chap-stick-ointment.html' title='vaseline, chap stick, ointment?'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2624810674849836999</id><published>2008-02-21T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:54:06.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"damn nam!..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so i figured that i was going to get to blog late last night, but i had to study and betina came over =] filled her in all the shit that's been happening. she's happy for me. and all my friends are. thank you guys for being a great support system for the both of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;so today. i have my stupid ass test. and i'm petrified. almost beyond belief. i'm near the point of explosion, but whatevers--i need to have some faith, honestly, to get me through my test anxiety. he woke me up at like 430. i don't have effing class until 10, but i figured that i should go to school TWO hours earlier so i can study. . so i did that. thank god because it helped out a lot. i wish when i did all these labs and took all these notes, they were more digested. but what can you do but cram ALL that shit into your brain. so that's what i did last night and this morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;but today i'm going to eat lunch with alan and everyone. it's the first time we're eating in the VC all week. last week we didn't eat there as often either. but YAY friend time =]. also i need to get my stupid registration form from fasa. well i might print it now :) peace out and laterdays son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;okay good luck chuck. i like how you play. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;pacific retina--you're my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px;"&gt;i'm so excited for after school =]. it feels like it's been forever.&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/1036869572098498802-2624810674849836999?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2624810674849836999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2624810674849836999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2624810674849836999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2624810674849836999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/damn-nam.html' title='&quot;damn nam!...&quot;'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-4207729818208523661</id><published>2008-02-20T21:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T21:05:27.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>yo. gimme doze.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GIMMEEE DOZZEEE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for soothing my soul&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-4207729818208523661?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4207729818208523661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4207729818208523661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4207729818208523661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4207729818208523661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/yo-gimme-doze.html' title='yo. gimme doze.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-5525801841518198382</id><published>2008-02-20T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:15:34.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MERD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;hello everyone =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the people that actually read my blog, i'm sorry i didn't leave you guys much this morning, but it's the morning, and i'm sure you understand. and by readers, i mean the people that i already know what the fuck i did that day. muahaha. okay here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday: it was a great day because i had fun at school, even though i didn't see too much people, but i did alan =] went to marysville for the game. went to walmart XD XD XD XD XD XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. i had a forensic lab today. measuring ape and human bones, what do you know about that?!?! hahaha. got done with lab fairly early. i didn't go swimming today. sorry chris :( i had to study for my bio test that's tomorrow so i did that during lunch by myself today, but raf alan judd hikari tj and preeya came to save me from being bored. french was so fucking boring and horrible, but i love my french class friends. "MERD" hahahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw my archaeology professor is such a prick. today we talked about genderizing specimens or something, and he kept talking about women were "nurturing" and "giving" because of biology, because we are naturally made up this way. EXCUSE ME. you have to be out of your god damn mind to think that. i'm pretty sure cultures influence that almost 98% of the time. it's not our physiological make up that makes up "nurturing" i'm pretty sure it's only because society inflicts that upon us. i hate that. i almost screamed in class. but the people in my row heard me. and agreed. i don't even know if my professor was being sarcastic or not.. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i had mentioned earlier, i have a biological anthropology test that i should be studying for right now, but i wanted to blog.&lt;br /&gt;and listen to some music. and myspace. and facebook and justjared and perezhilton. i should also register for conference, so basically i just wanted to stall. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited for tomorrow with the exception of that. i can't wait =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on a more serious note,&lt;br /&gt;do you hear the song on my blogspot. well if you don't. click play. if it doesn't work, search the lyrics because the lyrics are sooo perfect for us.&lt;br /&gt;its by our main man brian mcknight. it's called again. how awesome that the guy who started us with every beat of my heart is ending us too.&lt;br /&gt;also please refer back to my valentine's day post about us being FINI because i don't wanna retype that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry shit is going down this way. i really wanted us to work, but now my heart is expired i can't go on anymore. i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damaged goods&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but that's alright, i'm just a statistic right? bye for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, thank you for promising me that i'll never feel like this again.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-5525801841518198382?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/5525801841518198382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=5525801841518198382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5525801841518198382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/5525801841518198382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/merd.html' title='MERD.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-7388214813730306175</id><published>2008-02-20T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T05:34:05.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OHHS LADY WILDCATS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;...fucking HUGE FAN. i love #2BO!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great day yesterday. so much fun. not enough studying, but i had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;school was tight because i got to kick it with alan and judd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched a video of chimpanzees and bonobos fighting and fucking. great ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the weekend. can't wait for marysville and seattle. yadig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post later. i seriously need to go to this stupid ass lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it really feels like it. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-7388214813730306175?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/7388214813730306175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=7388214813730306175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7388214813730306175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/7388214813730306175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/ohhs-lady-wildcats.html' title='OHHS LADY WILDCATS.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-4512662761767812731</id><published>2008-02-19T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:08:27.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't believe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;you said that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;"you're perfect"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good looking out lil homie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, i love alan casitas. he keeps me sane in bellingham =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-4512662761767812731?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/4512662761767812731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=4512662761767812731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4512662761767812731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/4512662761767812731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-cant-believe.html' title='i can&apos;t believe...'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-433280336938605673</id><published>2008-02-19T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T00:46:13.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>there's no air.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;okay. got done with shows and well..no homework. i guess i can say what i did this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;since i didn't do anything with the girls, and i was pretty irked friday night, i decided to go home to marysville. the best move i've done this past half year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late friday night, kicked it, saturday was blue c sushi and jumper in marysville and late late dinner in everett. hahaha sunday was the freakin' bike home (gah), lunch, dinner. and step up 2 in everett. monday. was the bike again, lynnwood just for bubble tea. haha. and thennn new house. god damnit. i needed to go to the zoo really bad. GO NICE WEATHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you definitely owe me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a bio. anthro. test on thursday, i'm assuming. i'm glad i started my study guide already. a while back. i wish i just didn't take that huge break from doing it. i also have to memorize these labs. i'm not very excited for that. but this weekend is going to be nice. going home to marysville to chill. i love going home to marysville. it's so chill and i can be one lazy ass bitch there. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; it. then passion and canada next weekend. damnn son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad everything seems to be working out for the better. it's really hard now, but i can tell it'll get better. time will just have to work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i'm damaged goods"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw thanks danity kane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you guys so much and i hope you guys are great-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;A, C, C. thank you three. i love you guys so much.&lt;br /&gt;betina, megan, michael, krst, and joan. i love you guys.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-433280336938605673?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/433280336938605673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=433280336938605673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/433280336938605673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/433280336938605673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/theres-no-air.html' title='there&apos;s no air.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-2843204803202533993</id><published>2008-02-18T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:17:48.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i haven't felt this way in forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;i don't think anything could have made this weekend any better. I LOVED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappearing from my friends really sucked, stupid charger. (sorry guys, i love you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dedication: jagged edge- i'm all out of love&lt;br /&gt;enough said.&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-2843204803202533993?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/2843204803202533993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=2843204803202533993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2843204803202533993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/2843204803202533993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-havent-felt-this-way-in-forever.html' title='i haven&apos;t felt this way in forever.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-8401546656219229996</id><published>2008-02-15T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:42:37.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a rainforest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;haha i forgot about it all, i'm glad i remembered. &lt;/span&gt;thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1036869572098498802-8401546656219229996?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/feeds/8401546656219229996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1036869572098498802&amp;postID=8401546656219229996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8401546656219229996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1036869572098498802/posts/default/8401546656219229996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacquelynrg.blogspot.com/2008/02/like-rainforest.html' title='like a rainforest.'/><author><name>jacquelyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10577669866518891927</uri><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-1036869572098498802.post-6075029797057309273</id><published>2008-02-15T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:08:02.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>never had the urge to blog like this before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so. a lot of things that happened today and i don't think it was suppose to be as eventful as it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i just studied today. i felt like i only had one class today. but in archaeology, steve, this guy we sit with, and i TORE UP a bag of chex mix. it was soooo good =]&lt;br /&gt;studied at the library almost all day. saw some friends =]. met up with kori. we studied, but bitched mostly hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was another shooting at NIU. it happened very fast, and i feel sorry for the families who were alleged victims. i don't understand these school shootings. and it's only here in the united states where this happens. i feel like we don't do enough to prevent this. i know it's hard to, but i feel like its still be overlooked. we analyze these boys, but get nothing fixed. we need to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, i have created a couple. it's like an alter-ego couple. like my idea of the perfect couple. they love each other at their bests, accepts each other for who they are, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER LIES&lt;/span&gt;, super devoted, never yells or cusses, trusts each other, promises are kept, and does everything for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they love each other for life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oh yeah they have faces XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s17.photobucket.com/albums/b84/jay_breezy34/?action=view&amp;amp;current=franquelyn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 374px; height: 137px;" src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b84/jay_breezy34/franquelyn.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEET RAMIANTE. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe you came back to save me. =] long time don't cha think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1036869572098498802-6075029797057309273?l=jacquelynrg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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