<?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-284067734069743336</id><updated>2012-02-12T19:24:35.444-05:00</updated><title type='text'>[/sanity]</title><subtitle type='html'>Let the craziness begin.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>394</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8575808521971788102</id><published>2009-12-04T19:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:50:43.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog thinger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxorganizedmess.wordpress.com/"&gt;xxorganizedmess.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go there. Nao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8575808521971788102?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8575808521971788102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8575808521971788102&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8575808521971788102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8575808521971788102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-blog-thinger.html' title='new blog thinger.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7263917101195599353</id><published>2009-11-23T18:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T18:08:52.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...guess what that means.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Icky.&lt;br /&gt;Music: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://dinosayrawr.files.wordpress.com/2008/12/cropped-2657376914_7343550801.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7263917101195599353?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7263917101195599353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7263917101195599353&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7263917101195599353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7263917101195599353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/11/rawr.html' title='Rawr.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-4552986227130717501</id><published>2009-11-10T19:00:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T20:15:26.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no Butterflies in My Stomach.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...just popsicles on summer days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Pensive?&lt;br /&gt;Music: Breaking the Habit by Linkin Park ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;random thoughts&lt;/b&gt;[and you all know what happens when I have random thoughts]. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://corina90.deviantart.com/art/good-thing-we-re-fools-133028441"&gt;http://corina90.deviantart.com/art/good-thing-we-re-fools-133028441&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because it relates, just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;AUTHOR'S NOTE:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm not being emo. I actually am pretty happy except for being kinda sick. I just thought of butterflies in my stomach and I cringed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;May fine tune this and upload as a deviation. But I'd need some help on the fine-tuning bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll give you brownie points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I never understood the expression "butterflies in one's stomach." Butterflies don't even make you feel lightheaded to begin with, and neither does love. If there were butterflies in my stomach, I would cry. I would cry because I would feel nauseous, and I would cry because there are poor innocent creatures dying inside me and what have they ever done to deserve that? I wouldn't feel lightheaded. I wouldn't feel good. I might feel nervous, but only because I can't carry a bucket around my school in case I throw up, and if you threw up butterflies it might make the national news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I don't feel lightheaded when I care about someone. I feel lightheaded when I've only eaten a McDonald's apple pie for breakfast, and it's the middle of third period and I can't play my clarinet because I'll faint from exhaustion. I feel lightheaded when I do an insanely long run in gym class and I'm about to collapse because the pushups test is today and I'm too tired to hold myself up. I feel lightheaded in the mornings, when I first wake up and really need to go to the bathroom even though I'm thirsty and hungry and too dizzy to get out of bed(not to mention my morning breath).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;When I care about someone, I feel happy. I feel like I could climb a mountain without breaking a sweat. Like I could swim across the Ocean. Like I have something more to wake up to in the morning. Like I've been running through miles and miles and miles in an empty sea of empty nothingness and finally come across something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So what do we call it? I don't know what we call it. Call it weightless. Call it being on top of the world. Call it falling asleep after a long day and waking up in a meadow with unicorns and fairies that give you magical powers and wings and put the sun and rain together and tell you "stay here, we'll take care of you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So long as you don't mention butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've never had to do this. Hm.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brepic.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-fingers-in-your-tummbly.html"&gt;http://brepic.blogspot.com/2009/11/those-fingers-in-your-tummbly.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-4552986227130717501?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4552986227130717501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=4552986227130717501&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4552986227130717501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4552986227130717501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-are-no-butterflies-in-my-stomach.html' title='There are no Butterflies in My Stomach.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7188907213616212617</id><published>2009-11-08T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T12:53:50.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay, I feel like blogging :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...we can only hope I don't get sent to bed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Mild headache, and sweet tooth, and that heavy-hearted feeling you get when....well, a heavy hearted feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Music: None. I have Starstrukk by 3OH!3 stuck in my head. So vulgar and typical male...but &lt;i&gt;so catchy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;confusion, anger,&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;b&gt;other stuff&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Okay right after I wrote up to this point, I had to go to bed =/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I start with this morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 6 'cause my alarm rang, thought it was a weekday and reflexively pressed snooze on my alarm, but then I realized &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vz3LLK_VIgo"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; was playing and turned the radio back on and caught the last half of it :) And remembered it's Sunday :D Then Party in the USA played =( Why do people like that song anyways? So I shut off the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that paragraph could be written better, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went back to sleep, and woke up at 9, went to eat breakfast since I couldn't sleep, and then I watched PunchMuch while rooting for &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=23bmJsWaXMI"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finished my breakfast I suddenly got freezing cold(apparently someone had changed the thermostat to 21 degrees C or 71 degrees F for you Americans-- COLD!), and I made tea and woke up my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here and should be doing my lab writeup but Aisha needs to send me some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email just now that &lt;a href="http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/05/feels-obliged-to-post.html"&gt;this post &lt;/a&gt;had been commented on with a ton of Viagra spam links -.-" If this happens a lot I might turn comment moderation back on, just so you know. (though it was only one comment so it was OK for now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday I went to Derek's house. Rose lied and therefore I was the &lt;i&gt;only girl there!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;(if she happens to read this, I'm not mad at you and I understand.) So my mom called and I told her it was just me, Ian, Derek, Kanishkan, and Ian's cousin and she said if no girls were there by 6:30 I would have to come home. I got mad because, well, my mom is always telling me to make friends with more guys than girls(which I've probably already done), and then we just played Rock Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Ian left, and like, the second he was gone my mom called and I told her Ian left and she was like "oh, you can stay," and I was like "suspicious!" And that if she still wanted me to come home, she could drop off my sister and that everyone wanted to see her(which I find shocking...clearly I am more attractive and less boring than her xD) but she was doing homework(she has some issues with school right now or something?). And so we played Grand Theft Auto and printed off all these cheats and ran people over with a tank. IT WAS AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom called, and Derek answered, and he when asked where I was, he said they had let me walk home half an hour ago(I am not that slow. It would take me at the MOST, 15 minutes to get home). And when he hung up, he told me he was going to say that he'd given me a fake ID, hooked me up with some people, and dropped me off at a club, but he had no idea where he was, no, not at all xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Derek's mom dropped me and Kanishkan home. I now know where Kanishkan lives and can stalk him. Like, I can walk to his house xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my dad was like "where did you come from?" and I said "Derek's mom dropped me off when mom asked?" And apparently my mom never told him and he was going to pick me up in around half an hour and I could have stayed, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's pretty much it for recently, except that Leadership Now thing. Which was pretty cool. And TYKTW Day, where I skipped school to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7188907213616212617?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7188907213616212617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7188907213616212617&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7188907213616212617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7188907213616212617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/11/yay-i-feel-like-blogging-d.html' title='Yay, I feel like blogging :D'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5747806608241118807</id><published>2009-11-01T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:52:35.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ALIVE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;=)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sick.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Gives You Hell by The All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of general &lt;b&gt;boringness&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd let you know that I'm alive. Don't really feel like typing...but I'll answer questions and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5747806608241118807?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5747806608241118807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5747806608241118807&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5747806608241118807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5747806608241118807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;M ALIVE!!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7701275640126913863</id><published>2009-10-19T18:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T18:15:41.941-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm. Lovely.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...ha, I wish.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Kinda ticked.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Supermassive Black Hole by Muse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;general ranting&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, although it was a half day and I did get extensions on my science project and test, was &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geo is getting boring&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The kid next to me in science..I swear I'll snap at him if he asks me what the hell I am doing one more time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Because I had a papercut, my clarinet squeaked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can't do a layup. It feels awkward. I will fail the unit test.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mp3 player's back cover fell off on the bus. I can't find it. There are no replacements online. Guess I &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;have to save up for a Touch. Which is good, but yeah, I'd rather have a back to my mp3 until Christmas, thanks much.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I feel generally like crap.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My papercut &lt;i&gt;hurts.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a ton of science work, and geography work. Crap, why couldn't I just have math?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's cold.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate the shirt I'm wearing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good thing that happened? I got a free can of coke today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lent Aditya $2 so he could buy a can of coke(the machine wouldn't accept his $10), and then he bought it and realized they were selling pizza in the caf that &lt;i&gt;came&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with a drink, so he gave me the can of coke &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;my $2. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7701275640126913863?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7701275640126913863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7701275640126913863&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7701275640126913863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7701275640126913863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmm-lovely.html' title='Hmm. Lovely.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-3962593878595208158</id><published>2009-10-17T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:12:35.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Football game!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...hooray for freezing our butts off!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Warm and toasty :)&lt;br /&gt;Music: Lockjaw by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;coldness&amp;nbsp;that may make you feel cold,&amp;nbsp;no matter how warm you are right now, loss&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;the nonsense that is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;football&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was Derek's football game. They lost :(&lt;br /&gt;Which sucks because we were &lt;i&gt;out there in the cold!!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And we couldn't even see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then me, his sister, and a friend went back to the car until the end(with our hot chocolate :)). Found out he fought some kid. It was funny(in theory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is mostly just a quick post to tell you all:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(man the Diwali images on the Interwebz suck...one had roulette...WTF?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jucoolimages.com/diwali.php"&gt;&lt;img alt="Free Orkut and My Space diwali Graphics Glitters " border="0" src="http://www.jucoolimages.com/images/diwali/diwali_16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^Meh. Sucks, but whatever. Also for anyone out there who doesn't know, that is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a Nazi symbol. Nazis were thieves.(is it sad that I can't spell that properly?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, here's something that happened that actually is kinda funny(A few things, actually):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we were in the library at lunch, and decided to spend some time studying for our ear training test in music. For those of you who don't know what "ear training" encompasses, basically our teacher played 2 notes and you had to tell the difference between them(ie the interval). So instead of singing, we decided to use the Mini Piano app on my friend's iPod Touch. So, I was playing the notes, and the librarian came over and told us that if we wanted to play games, we had to leave because students were studying. So we had to explain to her that we &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;studying :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to hug Jameson to show Brendan what would happen and my science teacher told me not to pick on the little guys(haha). So then Jameson stole my stuff during class, and the teacher didn't even see! :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-3962593878595208158?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3962593878595208158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=3962593878595208158&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3962593878595208158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3962593878595208158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/10/football-game.html' title='Football game!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5251589597053219547</id><published>2009-10-13T21:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:05:18.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She lives in a fairy tale, somewhere too far for us to find.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...Forgotten the taste and smell of a world that she's left behind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Brick by Boring Brick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;song obsession &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;jokes that may make you snort milk out your nose&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;but are &lt;b&gt;racial in nature&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the new Paramore album:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/StUgJkr-5rI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sYgihRfAzXY/s1600-h/Brand-New-Eyes-paramore-6866084-600-600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/StUgJkr-5rI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sYgihRfAzXY/s320/Brand-New-Eyes-paramore-6866084-600-600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just pwns. But my favourite track on it is &lt;i&gt;Brick by Boring Brick&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWgHMZbnamY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MWgHMZbnamY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Awesome song. I get the melody stuck in my head every day, and people are probably going to call me "The Girl Who Goes 'Ba da ba ba da ba ba da" Every 30 Seconds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really funny happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid A&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is the kid who thinks I'm depressed all the time. He said it himself today. I told him to shut up because he's insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid B&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is Aashna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid C &lt;/b&gt;is Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid D&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;is this annoying guy who should have his ego stuffed up his tuba(or however many tubas it takes...yes, Jameson, I stole that from you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;Class:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;[mindless babble]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid A: &lt;/b&gt;Dude, like, there's no such thing as God![first off, this guy is Indian, and he had a reason for saying that but I forget what it was..but jeez, he didn't have to yell it.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid B:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;How can you say that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid C: &lt;/b&gt;Yeah, do you want to get shot or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;Yeah, I know, I mean, I agree with you, but did you really have to yell it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid A:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Um, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid B:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;So yeah, how can you say that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid A[after totally messing up his reasoning 4-5 times]:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Easy, why are there so many poor people in India?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid B:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;[explains the Hindu belief on reincarnation and karma] So the reason there are so many poor people in India is because they were really bad in their past life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kid D[shows up from nowhere]: &lt;/b&gt;So that's why there are so many Indians!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So I admit that it was a &lt;i&gt;bit&lt;/i&gt; racist, but given that Kid A and Kid B are Indian and we all laughed, I'm sure you can find the humor as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, on my progress report I got All E's except I got all G's in Music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color wars day is Friday, I think, and I have to wear yellow =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a new clarinet! And I don't have to force notes out and therefore won't get more headaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5251589597053219547?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5251589597053219547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5251589597053219547&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5251589597053219547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5251589597053219547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/10/she-lives-in-fairy-tale-somewhere-too.html' title='She lives in a fairy tale, somewhere too far for us to find.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/StUgJkr-5rI/AAAAAAAAAMA/sYgihRfAzXY/s72-c/Brand-New-Eyes-paramore-6866084-600-600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-9018118754924208114</id><published>2009-10-10T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:17:56.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Mad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...and a host of other moods.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: -.-" Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;Music: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;negativity&lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;shortness, sweetness,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;to the pointness&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mad. And sad. And bored. And exhausted. And irritable. And emoish. And sleepy. And in need of a hug. And someone to do my homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-9018118754924208114?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/9018118754924208114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=9018118754924208114&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/9018118754924208114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/9018118754924208114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-mad.html' title='I Am Mad.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-156320110629427835</id><published>2009-10-07T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:43:50.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you I was gonna write a post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...And I didn't lie, either!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: I'm having a hard time discerning my moods lately.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Miserable at Best by Mayday Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;hell, I don't even know anymore&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is my second favourite song right now(guess why second.). I know it's a ballad, but I love it. I also love For the Nights I Can't Remember(remember when that was my favourite song last year?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) They're sad songs but they make me feel good inside. Twisted. I know. I guess you could say that I don't mean "good," but I don't know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;a href="http://www.retrobill.com/"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt; came to our school and gave us a presentation. Funny moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the guy told us an experience he had in grade nine where a guy offered him drugs and he said no. The guy said "what, are you a chicken?" and the he was like "No, but this is" and he pulled a rubber chicken out of his backpack. The guy left him alone. Then 20 years later the guy emailed him asking for a job. Obviously he was like, "um, no."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The guy mimicked ET going "peace out" and it was hilarious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He did another situation where he was offered drugs and just pulled out a fork and was like "Fork?" and he kept saying it so the other person was like "WTF this guy's psycho. I don't want him smoking anyways!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And some other stuff. I shook his hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part was when he called the janitor in and we gave her a round of applause for cleaning the lunchroom(which I must say was a mess, guilty as charged). She's nice :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I forget what else happened today =| Oh yeah, Ice Capps up there are expensive. A small was like $2, according to my friend who walked to Tim Horton's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I bought a cookie package(think those really big cookies times two) from the bake sale they had today, and it was $1.50, and I gave the girl $5 and she gave me back $4.50. It was funny 'cause I never noticed, but I felt kinda bad 'cause it was for the United Way. But that was shortlived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My geography teacher saw my graph assignment and was like:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Woah. [turns page] WOAH. [turns page] WOAH!!!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I felt good :) But I'm gonna fail my science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a 75 and 95 on my health test. But that's an 85, so yeah, I'm happy. It's only health after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is music Fun Day. I'm on team green but I don't know anyone on my team. I'll be out all day, but I'll try to tweet so stay tuned :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bizjournals.com/triangle/stories/2009/10/05/daily42.html"&gt;(PS they decoded Breast Cancer DNA, click)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-156320110629427835?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/156320110629427835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=156320110629427835&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/156320110629427835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/156320110629427835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-told-you-i-was-gonna-write-post.html' title='I told you I was gonna write a post!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-964654804190569579</id><published>2009-10-02T19:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:33:41.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drama Doesn't Stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...and I'm told it never will.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Blahhhhhh. I was excited 'cause of tomorrow but now I'm just plain average.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Gives You Hell by the All American Rejects ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;drama(durr),&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;pure &lt;b&gt;confusion, popcorn during school hours&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;b&gt;more drama&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, as I usually don't, I'm not going to start with what caused my title. Also I'm warning you now that I was probably overreacting a little bit, but I'm not sure. You never really can be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today was a pretty busy day. We started with gym, where we had a debrief on an assembly from yesterday(we do these weekly for the grade 9s up until Oct. 16th), which was about smoking and included a guest speaker who had his vocal cords removed and his voice was kind of weird. Anyways yeah, it was basically "don't smoke bad things will happen" and then we had a test, which was kinda hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had lunch and I joined "Reach for the Top." Think "Jeopardy!" with teams and high school students and subtract the "What Is...?" and that's basically how it works. This one guy kept saying "Vancouver" when he was supposed to say a province(Obviously, he meant British Columbia). It was funny. So I don't know who will be on the team when we go, but it seems like fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I had music and did my performance test. Nothing to say on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was science and had to split up into groups and do an assignment. Our teacher gave us popcorn and we fought and stole and laughed. And in 2 weeks we're having an ice cream party. So this is where the drama starts. During the assignment, these guys from another group stood up and told me that a guy in their group(a friend of mine) wants to go out with me(Dev knows who I'm talking about). So obviously, since guys do that all the time(personal experience...), I shrugged it off and continued with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I had geography and I went to my locker. There's a kid whose locker is kind of close to mine, and he was one of those guys who told me. And the following conversation occured(or something like it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kid: We weren't kidding, you know.&lt;br /&gt;Me: About what?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: He wants to go out with you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why doesn't he tell me?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why doesn't he ask me himself?&lt;br /&gt;Kid: He's scared you'll reject him in front of everyone and post it on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I don't have a Facebook.&lt;i&gt;(thinking: "So your solution is to ask me in front of the whole class???")&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid: So are you going to say yes?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No! &lt;i&gt;(I started thinking about it though, because I sounded kinda mean)&lt;/i&gt; I mean, well, I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Kid: He really likes you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well I kind of have my own issues to deal with in that department&lt;i&gt;(if you don't know what I'm talking about, leave or ask me if I've never told you)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Like none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;Kid: Oh, come on...&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, really, it's not your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And then I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before you shout at me "Jess, you're such a drama queen! Not every guy on the planet likes you, and you said it yourself, they're probably messing with you!" let me address some things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know they could be kidding.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I just said that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The guy I was talking to is a perv.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;He brought porn to school, according to a friend of mine who is on his bus. Not someone I'd believe in a second, though the qualities are entirely unrelated. I'm just saying.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;The reason this concerns me is that it reminds me of middle school.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I mean, really. Grade 6 it was Mohit, Grade 7 it was Derek, Grade 8 it was Derek again. And every time something like that happens, I start liking the person. And it annoys me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm totally open to the possibility that he really &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;like me, but it's just so repetitive and I can't understand why it keeps happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my IEP today, it said I need to "develop personal talents," to which my friend said "Well that's kind of rude! It's like, "You need to get a talent 'cause you suck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) He's funny. It also said I have organizational skills. Take that, mother. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, drama. Doesn't stop. Especially in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-964654804190569579?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/964654804190569579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=964654804190569579&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/964654804190569579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/964654804190569579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/10/drama-doesnt-stop.html' title='The Drama Doesn&apos;t Stop.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5488296984339467160</id><published>2009-10-01T18:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T18:52:20.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random WTF? Moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...happened a few minutes ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: WTF-ish&lt;br /&gt;Music: None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;Jessica's mom being really stupid, &lt;/b&gt;and may cause you to &lt;b&gt;lose the game.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was reading Caulin's blog post, and then at the end he says you lost the game(teehee, sorry), and since the main rule of the game is to announce your loss, I said "I just lost the game!!" and my mom yelled at me for "playing games instead of doing homework." When I have explained to her hundreds of times what the game is. And really, do you think I'd be THAT stupid if I were sneaking a game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NO, Ghazal, I am NOT mad at her. That tweet was sarcastic/lighthearted/whatever the word I'm looking for is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5488296984339467160?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5488296984339467160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5488296984339467160&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5488296984339467160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5488296984339467160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/10/random-wtf-moment.html' title='Random WTF? Moment.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6455667283082525254</id><published>2009-09-30T19:02:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:23:19.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Official Q&amp;A!</title><content type='html'>So here is my official Q&amp;amp;A. You can't comment on this post, so if you want to ask a question, email me at &lt;a href="mailto:xxjessicae@gmail.com"&gt;xxjessicae@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or click &lt;a href="http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-havent-written-in-while.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Q:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Can I ask you a question when I think of one?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Yep. See links above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How many questions do we get?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A: &lt;/b&gt;As many as you want. If you send me one of those impossible question sheets with 1000 questions, however, I won't answer them. Limited to three at a time, &lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt;. Blogging is an extension of my day to day life and therefore I don't want it to take up all my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You have to answer, right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A: &lt;/b&gt;Well, yes. Unless it's spam, ie "Is there a 1 in your combination? A two? A Three?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Can you lie?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I won't necessarily &lt;i&gt;lie...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you mean by "I won't necessarily &lt;/i&gt;lie...&lt;i&gt;?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;That I won't have to lie. One, I'm a generally open person. Two, if there is something that I really do not want to share, I am an expert on answering without giving away the details I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;How do I think of a question?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Keep in mind that there's no deadline. Anyways, the steps to thinking of a question are: Turn on brain. Think. Type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Are there any cute guys at your school?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A: &lt;/b&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;When are you going to ask me your question? (from Caulin)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The truth is, probably never. Because I will tell myself that it's not worth it and save it forever. But if I think that I have a question, I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;What is "girl code?"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't tell you this, because the number one rule of girl code is to make sure guys don't find out about what girl code is, and I have no way to make sure only guys can read this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;What is your locker's lock combination?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A: &lt;/b&gt;My locker's lock combination is a series of three numbers that can be entered into a combination lock. This process will open the lock, allowing me access to the items I keep in my locker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Have you ever wished you could cut yourself?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Although I can see &lt;i&gt;why&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;people cut themselves, I think the only reason I've ever wished that(if at all) would be to get over my fear of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Update: October 2nd, 2009, 5:23 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6455667283082525254?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6455667283082525254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6455667283082525254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/official-q.html' title='Official Q&amp;A!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6294204369036581244</id><published>2009-09-29T20:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:37:41.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't Written in a While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...so I will now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Music: None because iTunes is being weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Skipped the warning on this one :( I'm lazy. I know.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I haven't blogged in a while, mostly due to lack of time and motivation. I'm not going to write much, but I'll do a Q&amp;amp;A, so you can ask me anything, like what's happened recently or whatever, and I'll post all the answers on this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Q&amp;amp;A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(OK, I've decided to move all this to another post, to clean it up and such. You can't comment on that post, so keep asking questions here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6294204369036581244?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6294204369036581244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6294204369036581244&amp;isPopup=true' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6294204369036581244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6294204369036581244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-havent-written-in-while.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Written in a While...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5006149162329242575</id><published>2009-09-18T19:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T20:13:19.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Homework...Must Write Blog Post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;...otherwise known as "procrastination."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Mood: Tired&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Music: Nada. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;schoolwork, randomness, &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;Jessica totally dissing a teacher&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post was supposed to be posted yesterday but I forgot it.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Aisha got back today :) She doesn't have many classes with me though, only the enhanced ones(of which there are 4--two each semester), and lunch....next semester.  But on the bright side I met a guy who has academic French with me next semester! I won't be alone(I shouldn't say "met," I should say I was just talking to him and wondered idly...he DOES sit behind me in 2 classes and is in band with me)!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;And so that's that and I don't need to ask my counselor.  I do need to ask about volunteer hours, because my mom knows a lady who works at the daycare across from Sobeys and I want to do my hours there but I don't know if they allow that.  And Jameson's mom and my mom met today. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;So VIBES(Very Intelligent and Bright Enhanced Students) was yesterday, and it was really fun. The first thing we did was get T-shirts, then we played a name game where we had to say our name and pet peeve(mine was p...e...o...p...l...e....w...h...o...t...a...l...k...r...e...a...l...l...y...s...l...o...w...l...y). Then we played Two Truths and a Lie. Before I went up, this girl's lie was that she likes to shop(which I guessed, durr). A kid from my bus actually was in shock xD It was hilarious, especially when I said "I hate shopping too, you know." Mine were:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I've been to London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I like rock music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I went to Montreal this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;One guy actually&amp;nbsp;thought that I didn't like rock music. As in, he was in a state of pure disbelief. If you are a regular reader of my blog, and cannot figure out the lie, please leave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Then we played the "If you ______ switch seats" game, and I did not get caught once :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Then we played "Take a scene out of a hat and act it out" and my group had to be Michael Jackson (o.0), and we did it once, and then they made us do it again with music! And then we had to act out a miming convention. Awkward....  And then we played "Things not to say when...." and I was paired with the teacher with things not to say to an angry teacher. Looked like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Teacher: Why are you late? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Me: Felt like it&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Teacher: You do not say something like that to me!&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Me: I just did&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt; Class: OOOOH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;Was pretty funny :D  Then we went outside and split into teams(I was the only girl on mine) and my team(totally not my idea) named ourselves "Team yellow shirt" (all the VIBES tshirts were yellow) and our cheer was "suck my yellow shirt" (o.0). The people organizing told us that each team would get monopoly money throughout the games so we could bid in an auction before the final task.  We did a multiple leg race(strategy looked like this): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Guy: We're gonna bunnyhop.&lt;br /&gt;Me: We're gonna fall 6 times at least.&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yeah, well,we're gonna bunnyhop.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Guess who fell 6 times? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then we did an egg and spoon race(I pwn at anything egg related. I like, shuffled across while everyone else walked), and and egg toss(Jameson and I were 2nd place, but we moved faster than the other team so we were much farther back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we did a blindfolded obstacle course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Then we had the auction. After we got duct tape, we kept raising the price on the rest of the duct tape so that all of the teams would bid even more&amp;nbsp;for the tape. Twas fun.  Then we had the final task: with the boxes we had, make the tallest tower. Ours was really tall, but we ran out of duct tape so it fell. It's true when they say duct tape is like the Force, and holds the world together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went inside, and had pizza. I had three slices, believe it or not. And they weren't tiny either. Then we watched a "TED Talk" (&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/barry_schwartz_on_the_paradox_of_choice.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;) (it's around 20 mins), and went back to class to watch a video.  And that's all that I feel compelled to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;[/jessica] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5006149162329242575?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5006149162329242575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5006149162329242575&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5006149162329242575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5006149162329242575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-much-homeworkmust-write-blog-post.html' title='Too Much Homework...Must Write Blog Post.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5806522660298669768</id><published>2009-09-14T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:31:06.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He calls THIS an apology?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...you have &lt;b&gt;got&lt;/b&gt; to be kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;blank&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Beyonce's video was the best of this decade!!!!... Everybody wanna boooo me but I'm a fan of real pop culture!!! ...I'm still happy for Taylor!!!!" he Tweeted. "I'm not crazy yall, I'm just real. Sorry for that!!! I feel really bad for Taylor and I'm sincerely sorry!!!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;Seriously? "I'm a fan of real pop culture?" "I'm just real?" And then he goes on to say "I feel really bad for Taylor and I'm sincerely sorry?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you, Kanye. &lt;a href="http://iamkelly.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kelly Clarkson was right.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more opinions on that subject, but I might go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, here's how my day went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;forgot my clarinet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;instead of gym we had a stupid assembly on the rules&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch was boring, finished science notes, ate, wanted to go outside but didn't have time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;music was ok, obviously no instrument but yeah...went into a practice room with a disassembled piano and it was creeeepy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was late for science because after I got my textbook Jameson was like "let's go down the other staircase!" that didn't work so well...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;got an 18/16 on my science quiz(bonus q's), highest in the class, I'm such a nerd :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we had a worksheet, and the idiot SBoy like kid said that a lamp plugged into a wall was a safety hazard because the wires were sticking out. First off there was a wire in front of him and I said "is this unsafe" and he was confused, then Jameson said, "look, that's a wire right? Then---" then the guy cut him off and said "NO! NO! NO!" and I said "...the hell, are you denying that it's a wire?" The whole class laughed :) In the end we decided the lamp &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;a safety hazard because it was unsupported in the air and could fall, but that was unrelated.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;science teacher called me Jameson's girlfriend(me: awkwardsauce)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AISHA COMES BACK TOMORROW! WOOT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;geography was fun, we talked about assignments and Taylor Swift(by the way, Beyonce has &lt;i&gt;class&lt;/i&gt;!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;geography teacher called Kanye West an idiot and his niece(goes to our school) came running down the hallway like "what's going on?!?!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the bus ride home was fairly uneventful(gasp, what a surprise!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;they're serving fish and chips at school on Friday :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think that's it. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going on a music craze.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5806522660298669768?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5806522660298669768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5806522660298669768&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5806522660298669768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5806522660298669768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/he-calls-this-apology.html' title='He calls THIS an apology?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-275815525489736316</id><published>2009-09-11T19:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T19:09:39.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some stuffs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...may or may not be interesting&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hungry!&lt;br /&gt;Music: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;laziness, fangirlism, &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;b&gt;ranting&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random stuff I felt like telling you:&lt;br /&gt;The only people who like the same music as me are 2 girls in my gym class(one was on My Date With Fall Out Boy), and a guy on my bus who is just like S-Boy but we tolerate him.&lt;br /&gt;Said guy also wants to be a psychologist. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Fitness test results: 40 situps, 5 pushups(no mods), and 14 cm Sit and Reach. Which is pretty average.&lt;br /&gt;There's a black belt in my gym class, and a French exchange student.&lt;br /&gt;In science we had the easiest quiz ever.&lt;br /&gt;My clarinet is evil and I can't play low notes or else I squeak. Stupid new mouthpiece...&lt;br /&gt;I got a manga from the library! It was Naruto, so I can read it and find out what happens in the anime before I get there.&lt;br /&gt;I'm also reading Death Note online because the first one had a 29 day wait list and that would be kind of pointless when I can just google it.&lt;br /&gt;Um...I have a nickname now! One of my friends is Fred because when she gets hyper her voice gets high pitched and she likes Fred a lot, another one is Macintosh because it sounds like her name, and I'm Jazz, because it sounds like my name apparently xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I can think of for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-275815525489736316?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/275815525489736316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=275815525489736316&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/275815525489736316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/275815525489736316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-some-stuffs.html' title='Just some stuffs.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8335627581555879201</id><published>2009-09-09T21:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:02:42.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...that's my word of the day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Angry, tired, sick, and blah.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;anger, pure stupidity,&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;shortness&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you what happened but I only have 10 minutes so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geography-fun, talked about course outline and stuff, teacher pwns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science-got a textbook that weighs more than a sumo wrestler, met a kid beside me(he's Indian! There are more brown kids here than I thought), who was in front of me at registration. Did some random stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music- FUNFUNFUN! Talked about instruments and extracurriculars(which I cannot do :( ), played "The Wave Name Game" or something like that, learned tons of people cannot snap their fingers, there's a 10th grader in our class who is hilarious like Dev and he's cute and we're trying to find out if he's Italian :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch-Forgot my combo(school assigned lock), spent half of lunch waiting in line for Student Services, to find out Jameson hacked it, went to eat, talked to some kids from my class/bus, one of them was desperate to find out how Jameson hacked the lock, ran to the washroom, there was zero toilet paper, sat back down, got my stuff, headed to gym, Jameson went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym-the great thing about this class is that all the girls hate gym(except one, but she seems a little snobbish). And we suck at it. Did the beep test, got to 21(which is 21/75, which is bad but better than a lot of people), got the course outline, found out we have to do a presentation on birth control(not fun), and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I can think of, plus I have to go to sleep. Don't worry, I'll try to be on more tomorrow, and scan in my title page(ie the dreaded assignment that made me tell you I want to run away to the circus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8335627581555879201?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8335627581555879201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8335627581555879201&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8335627581555879201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8335627581555879201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/gah.html' title='GAH!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6230150266365741378</id><published>2009-09-08T16:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:46:25.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1: Survived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...but just barely(ha, that's like my slogan of the day)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired!&lt;br /&gt;Music: Where Are You Now by Honor Society (my theme song of the day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;ohmyfuckinggosh I can't believe we did it&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DID IT!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started with catching the bus(Actually it started with waking up at 6 am without a problem). I'm on a short bus(I'm special, but not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; kind of special :)) with 5 other grade nines (Jameson and Aisha included) and who knows who else. My bus driver is pretty cool too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were on our way to school, and when we get there, all the older students assigned to help us are like cheering, and the five of us are like "what the eff? We got to school, is that some sort of accomplishment?" We were herded to the gym where we were half an hour early since there were so few people to pick up. We met some &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; overly peppy kids, who told us they were just getting their 40 hours of community service.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were supposed to go to homeroom, which wasn't too hard to find. Our teacher was really funny, he was like "Just so you know, this is water, not vodka," and from then on you knew he was awesome. No wonder the school kept him for 21 years.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I met a girl who sits next to me, she was new and also really nice. One of the girls on my bus was in my grade 6 class, and is enhanced as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went to science(after getting our lockers, which come with combos -.- All that work for nothing...but I still haven't FOUND my locker...), and our teacher was tough but awesome(after he's done talking you can literally do whatever the hell you want in terms of food and electronics)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next we went to music, which was fun because our teacher was really cool. We have like, three bassists, a tuba, one trumpet(three guesses who), and a couple of clarinets, flutes and saxes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it was time for lunch, where we basically sat around for 15 minutes(they shortened the schedule, because there were no actual classes today, so we were just "meeting our semester 1 teachers").&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I headed to the gym and Jameson headed for French. I met my new friend, and we talked about how we both suck at gym. The teacher said that we're going to have a beep test tomorrow...NOOO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went back to homeroom, and we got T-shirts and lunch tickets. We got split into teams based on shirt colour(I got red, Jameson got blue), and then we went to an auditorium, went through a ton of presentations, watched a creepy video, and then got lunch. They called the teams up in order from red to yellow to blue. Here's Jameson's reaction to each:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red:&lt;/b&gt; I'm wearing a red shirt underneath! -takes off blue shirt- They have to let me in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Um, what about the fact that you don't have a number on the back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yellow:&lt;/b&gt; Oh, come on, I &lt;i&gt;AM&lt;/i&gt; yellow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue:&lt;/b&gt; -runs so fast that me and everyone around me laughs-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then we went outside, played some weird games(my team cheated at every one, and there was this &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; annoying girl with a high pitched voice leading the game...but I didn't say anything), which were also insanely fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we spent forever taking a picture of us standing in an H..or trying to spell the name of my school...or something that had an H in it. I dunno. The photographer was a perfectionist and nobody wants to be in the middle of a group of sweaty kids when they could get freezies. Finally, he finished, and we got our freezies(Jameson let me have his) and our stuff, and caught the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you know who was on the bus?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jameson's friend! (the one who steered him around the school like a little kid) I asked if it was him and he pointed to Jameson and said "yeah! You're the kid who meows like a cat!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're in for an interesting year :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Jameson, did I miss anything?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, right, and my mom said that I should date older men because men mature slower so they would have the same intelligence level as me. To this I say "just remember you gave me permission," and then she said "No grade 12s."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still :P&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;[/jessica]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6230150266365741378?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6230150266365741378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6230150266365741378&amp;isPopup=true' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6230150266365741378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6230150266365741378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-1-survived.html' title='Day 1: Survived.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5531901246345634027</id><published>2009-09-04T18:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:52:05.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in the mood to do something with my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...and it was time for a change anyways.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Warning:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;plans that will likely end unfinished&lt;/b&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've been getting a nagging urge to write something, but I really don't have any clue what I should write about(other than a boring story about poor, poor Tyler).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I need some ideas. Anything will do, and if I see something that gives me an idea I'll write it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks in advance, and I promise I'll credit youz and all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/jessica]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5531901246345634027?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5531901246345634027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5531901246345634027&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5531901246345634027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5531901246345634027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-in-mood-to-do-something-with-my-life.html' title='I&apos;m in the mood to do something with my life...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-1535657112745580340</id><published>2009-09-04T17:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T18:51:05.768-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Proof Of How Juvenile I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...not that you really needed any.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored&lt;br /&gt;Music: Cross My Heart by Marianas Trench&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING: &lt;/b&gt;Contains scenes of &lt;b&gt;juvenile humor.&lt;/b&gt; Reader discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9H8joWHvk4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K9H8joWHvk4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it not pathetic that I find this insanely hilarious and laugh every time I see it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-1535657112745580340?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/1535657112745580340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=1535657112745580340&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1535657112745580340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1535657112745580340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-proof-of-how-juvenile-i-am.html' title='Some Proof Of How Juvenile I Am'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-4949440293276690774</id><published>2009-09-03T10:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:49:46.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ew! No!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...I don't get it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;Music: None. There are cicadas in the back yard. I hate cicadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warning: Contains scenes of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess being an idiot&lt;/span&gt; on Twitter, mild &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ranting&lt;/span&gt;, and a mild &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freakout&lt;/span&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;OK, so yesterday, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#curve&lt;/span&gt; was trending on Twitter. And so since I had no idea what it was(apparently nobody who knew proper English did), I said, "&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;what the hell is #curve? sounds dumb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was fine, until someone replied "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23curve" title="#curve" class="tweet-url hashtag"&gt;#curve&lt;/a&gt; is the topis of the world but Christ is what pleases God," which makes no sense to me, but in the end I just said "sorry, I'm an atheist."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (damn me and forgetting the term "secular humanist." must commit that to memory.)&lt;/span&gt; To which weird guy(whose job on twitter is apparently replying to every person with something along the lines of whatever he said to me), replies "I'm sorry you feel that way." I drop the convo. I go to bed. Five hours later, he replies again with a spam message, but I didn't know it was a spam message and frankly at this point I was thinking he was trying to convert me. o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun way to start my morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might block him, I might wait and see what happens next and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; blog him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm going to eat some oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-huggles readers, 'specially Ghazal because of her braces-&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/284067734069743336-4949440293276690774?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4949440293276690774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=4949440293276690774&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4949440293276690774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4949440293276690774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/ew-no.html' title='Ew! No!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-4863229031561548822</id><published>2009-09-02T16:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T16:53:24.182-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More things I have to say.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...and do you ever know that I have things to say.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored.&lt;br /&gt;Music: This Love by Maroon 5 (I love this song)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING:&lt;/b&gt; Contains scenes of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;sporkicide&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;ranting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; mild fangirlism&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. Reader discretion is advised.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so first of all, all the kids I saw at the high school(all the grade 9s I mean), were either:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a)snobbish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;b)stupid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;c)loud and obnoxious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;d)annoying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e)all of the above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some examples:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girl in front of me told her friends that she didn't do good in term 3 last year because summer was coming up and therefore "it was boring." WTF, doesn't term 3 start in, like, March?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were heading back out to the car, and this kid is running down the hall screaming "YO! TYLER! WE WENT TO YOUR HOUSE! DUDE, WE WENT TO YOUR &lt;b&gt;HOUSE!!!!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there were shrieking teenaged girls. Everywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I read Naruto fanfiction because it is generally awesome. Especially AU(alternate universe, ie Naruto takes place in teh lovely place we called the real world and therefore they are now just average Japanese-American peoples). Read &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5217528/1/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, even if you hate Naruto. Warning, it's kind of overly romantic towards the end. But I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I need to find a lock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, right, and I &lt;i&gt;hate&lt;/i&gt; nostalgia. I want to murder it with a spork. And you all know that sporks aren't very sharp. I wonder if sporkicide of nonliving things is illegal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thepeppercornkid.com/fellowship/images/spork_deadly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[/randomthoughts]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-4863229031561548822?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4863229031561548822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=4863229031561548822&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4863229031561548822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4863229031561548822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/more-things-i-have-to-say.html' title='More things I have to say.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-745681410949828526</id><published>2009-09-02T11:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T14:13:48.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate My Schedule.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...I'm sure you will too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Music: If It Kills Me by Jason Mraz(as demanded by Dev :D)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yesterday I got my schedule. And it sucks. Badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;First of all it's confusing. One week, we have one schedule, and the next week we have the same schedule &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second of all...well, let me type it out for you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(ugh, these course codes are &lt;i&gt;impossible&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Semester One&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geography(teacher: mixed reviews but overall good rating--4.3/5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science(teacher: sounds freaking awesome, I think I met him on open house night, gives away candy...I might like Science! WOOT!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music(teacher: not on site, but I met her and she was pretty cool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch(teacher: um, are you kidding me?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gym(ugh.)(teacher: not on site, can't say anything, I hope she's nice or I'm screwed.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and of course week 2 is backwards...really what's the point?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Semester Two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;French(the course code honestly made me think it was Family Studies)(teacher: not on site, but I like french)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family Studies(the course code starts with HIF-what the hell does that stand for?)(teacher: not on site, name sounds familiar so I might have met her--actually all the teachers I met there were pretty cool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lunch(teacher: nada. durr.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Math(teacher: not on the site! damn you, RMT users!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English(teacher:also not on the site...what's up with that?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(week 2 backwards...grr.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And there you have my awful schedule. Oh, did I mention my bus ride is around an hour long? So I'm either going to have gym at the beginning of the day, when I'm still tired, or at the end of the day, where I'll be sweating all the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I'll get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing: I had the weirdest dream this morning, and it wasn't a nightmare but I woke up sweating like I had a fever or something. It might have something to do with the fact that I was in high school and the only people I knew were Jameson, Kanishkan, Derek, Ian, Bushra, and Harleen, and Bushra disappeared, and I became friends with Harleen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Cardinalers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's it for now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and the agenda is &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; flawed...but I'll save that for another post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-745681410949828526?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/745681410949828526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=745681410949828526&amp;isPopup=true' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/745681410949828526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/745681410949828526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-my-schedule.html' title='I Hate My Schedule.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6871855474743979733</id><published>2009-08-31T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:11:15.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>-.-</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...this is getting kind of repetitive.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;Music: None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So shots went well, as I'm sure you've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my mom decided she was going to get her new phone. So she got an LG Keybo, and she wanted to give me her old phone, but she would have to buy me a $50 activation kit plus airtime and the guy said that there were new prepaid phones with credit included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she started randomly scolding me on how I was irresponsible and needed to prove I would be responsible etc. etc. etc., and said we should "wait." My dad and I thought this meant "wait until Jessica proves she's responsible." My dad said "meh, just get the phone." And he got me a phone. Yay? Uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently she meant "go check out other places so you can get a free phone and a better plan." So she was all ticked off. Oh, well, I have a phone with 250 outgoing and unlimited incoming text messages per month. It's not much I'm happy in that respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then she starts yelling at my dad about how the total for me was $100 and she only gets free phones blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She sort of got over it, but she's still mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they get in the car and my dad almost hit this guy because he came out of nowhere or whatever--I wasn't paying attention. Then my mom gets all mad at him and suddenly they're yelling at each other(or more like my dad yelling and my mom actually &lt;i&gt;covered her ears like a five year old and screamed "LA LA LA LA LA!"&lt;/i&gt;) and then my dad blames it on her illness and she's all "OMFG you're so cruel" and I'm like "WTF you guys are both dumbasses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally I can't wait till I turn 16, I can move out and they can get divorced and we can all be fucking happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now how do I make 2 years pass by faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If some of this made no sense ask questions in the comments. I'm sure I left something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6871855474743979733?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6871855474743979733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6871855474743979733&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6871855474743979733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6871855474743979733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='-.-'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8172090653048667159</id><published>2009-08-31T13:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T13:35:40.024-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shots Today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...shudder.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Music: None.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I vomits-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't feel like tweeting this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and Montreal was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I vomits again-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8172090653048667159?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8172090653048667159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8172090653048667159&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8172090653048667159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8172090653048667159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/shots-today.html' title='Shots Today.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-2386494593434604690</id><published>2009-08-27T21:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T21:44:06.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Going To Montreal....</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...yay yay OMFG yayyy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Ecstatic&lt;br /&gt;Music: None..I haven't heard a song all day. Oh, crap. -runs to music- Bouncing Off The Walls by Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents have made up sorta and we're leaving tomorrow at 9 am. So this is the last you'll hear from me, I will take tons of pics and if I get texting I WILL tweet, but I don't think it'll happen this week, so I probably won't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) Love you guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-2386494593434604690?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/2386494593434604690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=2386494593434604690&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/2386494593434604690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/2386494593434604690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-going-to-montreal.html' title='I&apos;m Going To Montreal....'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8562338516452096047</id><published>2009-08-26T19:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:11:10.625-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...I hate you all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: What do &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; think?&lt;br /&gt;Music: 11:11 PM by The All-American Rejects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember how I told you guys that I was going to Montreal? Well I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents are fighting over random crap that could be resolved easily, my mom is being a whining bitch ("nobody cares about me blah blah blah") who thinks she can do no wrong, and my dad is, well, a guy. Like Matt said(&lt;a href="http://matt-mctan.blogspot.com/2009/08/fun-facts.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;), men have trouble realizing there's a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we haven't gone yet and despite my dad's efforts to fix things, my mom actually yelled at him for being "useless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I dunno what's going to happen. Hopefully if we leave I'll get texting and text to Twitter and let you guys know I'm going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fuck my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8562338516452096047?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8562338516452096047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8562338516452096047&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8562338516452096047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8562338516452096047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/grr.html' title='Grr.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6479363440686010759</id><published>2009-08-24T13:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:54:42.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Television!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...I know, weird title.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hyperrrr!&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373594175451154466" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SpLXbprfyCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oUHcW1nBV2g/s320/2.+laugh.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Don't Trust Me by 3OH!3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So normally I don't watch TV, but in my new quest to actually have a life, I decided I'm going to start(okay, TV doesn't really count as "having a life" but at least I will have something to talk about).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the shows I want to watch this fall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Degrassi(have to, I watched an episode this morning and it was really good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heroes(maybe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;House(w00t! I just found out he went to an asylum..this shall be interesting)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monk(I don't &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; want to watch it, but my mom watches it and sometimes it's funny!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dragon's Den(yaaay!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Office(if my parents keep making me go to bed at 9:00, though, I'll have to be kinda sneaky)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Vampire Diaries(durr)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Southland(again with the sneakyness)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Video On Trial(they mostly show old episodes though...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything else I should watch/try to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made my sister start a blog. I don't know if she has yet though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I might change my Yahoo! email so that I can have the same username for all my emails. I'm not sure yet. I might create it and not use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6479363440686010759?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6479363440686010759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6479363440686010759&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6479363440686010759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6479363440686010759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/television.html' title='Television!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SpLXbprfyCI/AAAAAAAAAL4/oUHcW1nBV2g/s72-c/2.+laugh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7467710060181031774</id><published>2009-08-23T12:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:11:04.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Iz Not Amused.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...this is another rant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired and ticked off.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373196033311517346" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SpFtUuoSKqI/AAAAAAAAALw/NIVXOz8RuE4/s320/15.+pissed.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Emergency by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was &lt;i&gt;not fun.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I went to bed at midnight because of my cousins(one of them slept over), so naturally I planned on sleeping in. Didn't fall asleep until probably two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That didn't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At nine thirty I was awakened by the loudest music I have ever heard in my life. It was drums and what sounded like a bagpipe(but it was probably an Indian instrument, given that the people getting married were Indian..forgive my lack of knowledge on anything that matters), and it went on for the longest time. I went into my mom's room, where you couldn't hear it as much, but it was still annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally, all day I've been tired, given that I've only had about seven and a half hours of sleep, so I'm on the couch trying to sleep when my mom says I need to change Snowball's water because Joshua put food in it last night. I say I'm tired and I'll do it later, and I go back to  trying to sleep, then she goes yelling to my dad about how I need to be responsible blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Freaking Tired! You get all upset when you're tired, and when are you not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[/rant]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7467710060181031774?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7467710060181031774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7467710060181031774&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7467710060181031774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7467710060181031774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/iz-not-amused.html' title='Iz Not Amused.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SpFtUuoSKqI/AAAAAAAAALw/NIVXOz8RuE4/s72-c/15.+pissed.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7822265495151237159</id><published>2009-08-22T14:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T15:20:36.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...No, not the I Love You variety.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Nyeh.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Good To You by Marianas Trench ft. Kate Voegele&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ghazal said I should post something, but I don't feel like going into detail on anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be in Montreal from Wednesday to Sunday, I will try to bring my mom's laptop and hope they have Wi-Fi, but I might not be able to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My cousins are coming over today =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the Coors ad thing (&lt;a href="http://weblogs.baltimoresun.com/entertainment/news/kasperontap/2009/08/coors_makes_fun_of_toronto_pul.html"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;) is just stupid. Are we really that sensitive?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7822265495151237159?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7822265495151237159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7822265495151237159&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7822265495151237159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7822265495151237159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/rawr.html' title='Rawr.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-4385970535807544811</id><published>2009-08-16T21:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:05:10.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm In Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...sigh...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Loveful&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370735356783208066" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoivWgOxpoI/AAAAAAAAALY/GFAHA3iUiaM/s320/13.+love.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: "Tell That Mick He Just Made My List Of Things To Do Today" by Fall Out Boy(remember, my violent song. And in the time it took me to remember and type the title of the song, the song changed to In the End by Linkin Park. Oh, nostalgia...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you read the title right. I am in love. From the minute we met, I knew we were meant for one another. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...Oh, right. So he's perfect in every way imaginable, and seeing him makes my heart flutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His name, is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep going....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....almost there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...getting close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...a few more scrolls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....mint chocolate chip ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D Tricked you! (or at least I tricked Dev, who thinks there's a guy involved--if it's any consolation, the guy who works at Baskin Robbins--and every time I go there, he's the one serving us--is fairly cute. Except bored looking. But that's probably because the place is usually empty. Or because, from what I gather, he's naturally quiet. I will stop being a stalker now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, but really, instead of Cookie Dough(which now makes me want to throw up), I tried Mint Chocolate Chip, and it was seriously refreshing. the chocolate mixed with the mint..my mouth is watering, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it was seriously awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I think I'm starting to like the Jonas Brothers. Their show is actually so stupid, that it's funny, and I like a total of 3 of their songs. Plus some from the show. And I'm not obsessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my parents are fighting over a fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-4385970535807544811?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4385970535807544811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=4385970535807544811&amp;isPopup=true' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4385970535807544811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4385970535807544811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-in-love.html' title='I&apos;m In Love!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoivWgOxpoI/AAAAAAAAALY/GFAHA3iUiaM/s72-c/13.+love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-3908017674591905867</id><published>2009-08-15T17:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:05:19.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>As of reading this blog post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...you've been Nine Inch Nails-rolled.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored&lt;br /&gt;Music: See rest of post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure you've been RickRolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pLj9BoNb1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4pLj9BoNb1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now you've been NiNrolled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This blog post brought to you by &lt;a href="http://www.mashable.com/"&gt;Mashable.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://mashable.com/2009/08/15/rick-astley-nine-inch-nails/"&gt;Click Here for Full Article.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-3908017674591905867?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3908017674591905867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=3908017674591905867&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3908017674591905867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3908017674591905867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/as-of-reading-this-blog-post.html' title='As of reading this blog post...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5960427915652671033</id><published>2009-08-12T14:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:05:27.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch This Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...I love College Humor more and more everyday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hungry&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369146557915776002" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoMKWPOUxAI/AAAAAAAAALI/Dj3_Sb123cE/s320/18.+blankstare.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: None, and I don't feel like cheating&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369146560662914690" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoMKWZdSxoI/AAAAAAAAALQ/6XaN3oUH5Pk/s320/2.+laugh.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;(that laugh looks &lt;i&gt;way&lt;/i&gt; too energetic. meh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a0a0a0; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 48px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/INQABrvPFi8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/INQABrvPFi8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this video. It's hilarious, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Video from &lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/"&gt;CollegeHumor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5960427915652671033?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5960427915652671033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5960427915652671033&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5960427915652671033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5960427915652671033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/watch-this-video.html' title='Watch This Video'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoMKWPOUxAI/AAAAAAAAALI/Dj3_Sb123cE/s72-c/18.+blankstare.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-1442852273015840359</id><published>2009-08-11T22:14:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T18:06:34.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La Dee Dah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...how uncharacteristically happy of me. Ew.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Happy! &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoImCTAtqlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ACVCdVt_aQk/s1600-h/20.+boogie.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368895526683912786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoImCTAtqlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ACVCdVt_aQk/s320/20.+boogie.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music: Whoever She Is by The Maine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes, a sentence pops into my head, and there's just so much expansion that can be done to that sentence, that I don't post it on Twitter, and I write a blog post(on the other hand, sometimes I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; post it on Twitter, and then hope you all ignore it&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIpr-yCBpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/K-_IWEnPhKQ/s1600-h/9.+blush.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368899541343012498" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIpr-yCBpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/K-_IWEnPhKQ/s320/9.+blush.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). Today, that sentence is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm feeling rather blah today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Which to you seems stupid. So allow me to expand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last three days, I haven't eaten much. I've felt really sick and yesterday I wanted to throw up. I've been really lethargic and I've been waking up later and later. The weirdest thing(and if you know me you know this is weird), is that I haven't even felt like going online. I've spent most of recently reading &lt;i&gt;House of Night&lt;/i&gt; books. And yes, I know they're crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIpsZOlU6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Oenbw9bJfwc/s1600-h/19.+confused.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368899548442088354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIpsZOlU6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/Oenbw9bJfwc/s320/19.+confused.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had no clue what to do about it. So today I washed my face with cold water, and I felt better, but I have to constantly drink cold water or else I feel bad again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cookie bit me a couple of days ago(the guinea pig, I mean). We had a thunderstorm and we were carrying him upstairs and he bit my left wrist through the blanket I was holding him in. I'm told it's because the blanket was thin, and he usually bites it anyways. I'll believe it for now, because I know for a fact he likes me better than my sister. It bled though. But I'm OK. I just have a bandaid which is going to be a pain to take off(I mean it, I tried changing it today and it wouldn't come off until I found the baby oil and drowned my arm in it&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368899558434278562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIps-c6DKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wW6uo6kyaBM/s320/5.+shifty.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll notice I'm using &lt;i&gt;actual&lt;/i&gt; smileys now. I got them from a lovely user on deviantART. &lt;a href="http://darkmoon3636.deviantart.com/"&gt;Go Watch Her&lt;/a&gt; (and not in that stalker way, either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really like three songs at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrity Status by Marianas Trench(listening now &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIsLsPQjuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Li2W0s68JAY/s1600-h/20.+boogie.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368902285144395490" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIsLsPQjuI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Li2W0s68JAY/s320/20.+boogie.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;): This song makes me dance. As in, I ran around my house sort-of rockstarring to it. I'm a dork. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIsf5xeNVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Poeh-bYu4pE/s1600-h/9.+blush.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368902632374941010" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIsf5xeNVI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Poeh-bYu4pE/s320/9.+blush.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How You Love Me Now by Hey Monday-This song makes me &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to dance. I like the cheerleader image I get in my mind(weird because I don't particularly like cheerleaders)&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIs6Z-s0KI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SaIsxXQepNc/s1600-h/16.+eek.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368903087696957602" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIs6Z-s0KI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/SaIsxXQepNc/s320/16.+eek.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She Is Love by The Parachute, VA-This song makes me all happy inside &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoItKpP80AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-6I_eVmHSSI/s1600-h/13.+love.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368903366673747970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoItKpP80AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/-6I_eVmHSSI/s320/13.+love.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In fact you need to listen to it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkZStYA7osE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EkZStYA7osE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm, what other useless details of my life can I tell you? I talked to Anonymous yesterday...I wonder if he knows about the Internet group Anonymous. He sounded worried though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched the Teen Choice Awards yesterday. They failed so bad it pains me to describe it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIvQsgkOiI/AAAAAAAAALA/weoaegbGaAo/s1600-h/15.+pissed.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368905669651216930" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIvQsgkOiI/AAAAAAAAALA/weoaegbGaAo/s320/15.+pissed.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seriously. And Miley Cyrus honestly said "I want to be just like Britney Spears," or something to that effect, which was the funniest thing I've &lt;i&gt;ever&lt;/i&gt; heard, because she's already turning into the next Britney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed the premiere of America's Best Dance Crew, and am going to watch a rerun, eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want school to start. Registration day is September 1st. School starts on the eighth.(OMFG I forgot how to spell eighth. Crap. I'm losing it.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIvQWLUrZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IqJuOJRMOhE/s1600-h/3.+frown.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368905663656537490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIvQWLUrZI/AAAAAAAAAK4/IqJuOJRMOhE/s320/3.+frown.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom says we're going to Montreal for a few days, but we don't know when. Should be fun.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIvD15cpeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/m5hgRohwE08/s1600-h/1.+smile.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368905448833197538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIvD15cpeI/AAAAAAAAAKo/m5hgRohwE08/s320/1.+smile.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leah and Joshua(my adorable cousins) are coming in a couple of weeks.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIvELpgPpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/waIMk0GY6KE/s1600-h/20.+boogie.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368905454671904402" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIvELpgPpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/waIMk0GY6KE/s320/20.+boogie.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nobody's online recently. I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I think that's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-1442852273015840359?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/1442852273015840359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=1442852273015840359&amp;isPopup=true' title='66 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1442852273015840359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1442852273015840359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-dee-dah_11.html' title='La Dee Dah...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoImCTAtqlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ACVCdVt_aQk/s72-c/20.+boogie.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>66</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-878618231660352244</id><published>2009-08-11T19:33:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:59:47.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...finally, sorry I procrastinated, Caulin, you'd better be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mood: Refreshed =)&lt;br /&gt;Music: That's What You Get by Paramore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Random Fact: When I write a blog post and am not listening to music, I open Windows Media Player, skip one song, and press play. I'm sorry for my dishonesty &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368859630647404098" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIFY32sZkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/R7o-E1NXCzg/s320/3.+frown.gif" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aaaaaaaanyways, I bet you're wondering what I did this weekend. No? Really? But it's interesting! Here's the condensed version: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went downtown to Harbourfront with my grandparents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was a South Asian festival&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned how &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;totally not brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; my sister is&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368859636640170786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIFZOLewyI/AAAAAAAAAIY/9YNffhvGgVY/s320/8.+no.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There was a concert or 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apparently many Indian people look like Dishwasher(but then, she &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; Indian)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We stayed over at my grandparents' house&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The next day we went shopping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My grandma sort of had a fit...&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368859638652385714" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIFZVrOubI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nz-2S3HoBWg/s320/9.+blush.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got Converse (squee!)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIk-vOMXCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bOLQjLNtVm4/s1600-h/13.+love.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368894366025538594" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIk-vOMXCI/AAAAAAAAAJY/bOLQjLNtVm4/s320/13.+love.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's start with how totally not brown my sister is. We were at the aforementioned South Asian festival, and the only food there was(obviously) South Asian. And they had a fruit stand. So my sister wouldn't take even one bite of &lt;i&gt;any&lt;/i&gt; of the food, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; she hates sugar cane. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIKTGaNV6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/IHdfroAbb_4/s1600-h/17.+disbelief.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368865029033383842" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIKTGaNV6I/AAAAAAAAAJA/IHdfroAbb_4/s320/17.+disbelief.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;How the hell does one hate sugar cane?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIKS1kG_gI/AAAAAAAAAI4/b_AQzhzNbZg/s1600-h/19.+confused.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368865024511507970" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIKS1kG_gI/AAAAAAAAAI4/b_AQzhzNbZg/s320/19.+confused.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I told her all day how she couldn't &lt;i&gt;possibly&lt;/i&gt; be brown. She told me she didn't care. She ate pizza. It was still fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The two concerts were by two Indian artists, who, although I've never heard of them, are apparently very famous: &lt;a href="http://www.parichayonline.com/"&gt;Parichay&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.rdbtv.com/"&gt;RDB&lt;/a&gt;. The first guy was pretty good(even my grandparents liked him&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIJiGyLztI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RnggmpWeo70/s1600-h/7.+nod.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368864187320356562" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIJiGyLztI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RnggmpWeo70/s320/7.+nod.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), and the second group was OK(actually it was a guy and a girl because the other two were off in other countries doing stuff). It was really cute, in the second show, when their kid came out xD He was like, two, and seriously adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, as for the Dishwasher(quick update: girl I really can't stand though we used to be friends and now we're OK with each other but would rather not be around one another, whose name is corrected by spell check as "Dishwasher") thing, there were at least two girls I saw who looked like her. The first was a dancer(except she had a bobcut so that was an obvious "it's not her" sign), and the other was one of the singers. It was scary. &lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368859630647404098" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIFY32sZkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/R7o-E1NXCzg/s320/3.+frown.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the next day we went shopping! First we went to Si Vous Play, which is the place where Dev said I would find Converse, but they didn't have all that many, and the ones they did have were hideous. So we went to the mall, and went to Foot Locker, and they were having a "buy one get one 1/2 price" thing, so we decided to get my sister some too. And then we found out that Converse weren't part of the promotion. And we were OK with that. We got my sister a sweater as well. Then the girl at the register included an SPC card and some waterproof spray, and the entire thing ended up being $10 cheaper because of the card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then my grandma got all upset because of how "deceptive" they were and she didn't come for the card or the spray(which is dumb because you usually get the spray anyways--we found out we already had some but my dad said it was no big deal), and she wasn't coming back there again, and me and my sister were like &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIjrYMkrnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Td3YefjWVtY/s1600-h/16.+eek.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368892933915586162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIjrYMkrnI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Td3YefjWVtY/s320/16.+eek.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I mean, you saved $10 something, it's nothing to complain about. We left anyways, and I got my Converse. In case you're wondering, they look like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/dbzub" title="Converse :D (cue &amp;quot;La La Land&amp;quot; by Demi Lovato) on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img alt="Converse :D (cue &amp;quot;La La Land&amp;quot; by Demi Lovato) on Twitpic" height="150" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/dbzub.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 48px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(click for full size)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ignore the blurriness/otherwise awful photo. I took it for Ghazal and I had to do it before she went offline. And at least you know what they look like. I like them &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIJiGyLztI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RnggmpWeo70/s1600-h/7.+nod.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368864187320356562" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIJiGyLztI/AAAAAAAAAIw/RnggmpWeo70/s320/7.+nod.gif" style="cursor: pointer; height: 19px; width: 19px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's all you need to know about this weekend. Another post coming up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-878618231660352244?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/878618231660352244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=878618231660352244&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/878618231660352244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/878618231660352244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/la-dee-dah.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SoIFY32sZkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/R7o-E1NXCzg/s72-c/3.+frown.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8977597811374152413</id><published>2009-08-05T14:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:11:00.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My WTF Moment Of The Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...if I type in Caps Lock, forgive me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Ticked off&lt;br /&gt;Music:1234 by the Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today my mom called Dev's mom and they talked. A while after my mom came in and told me she was talking to Dev and joked that Dev told her stuff about me(o.0), and I said "no, she didn't. I just talked to her." and she said OK and left the room. And then she came back about every 10 seconds saying "you know Dev didn't say anything right?" and I got kind of ticked off and said "&lt;i&gt;Yeah&lt;/i&gt;, mom, I &lt;i&gt;know."&lt;/i&gt; and then she got mad at me -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Point being: Once somebody understands something, you don't need to explain it a hundred fucking times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8977597811374152413?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8977597811374152413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8977597811374152413&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8977597811374152413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8977597811374152413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-wtf-moment-of-day.html' title='My WTF Moment Of The Day.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6760286232656223753</id><published>2009-08-03T22:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:00:29.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Small Update =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...I hope.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: the mood you get when you remember you were supposed to say something but you forgot. Also laughing at something Ghazal said.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Light On by David Cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this morning my mom figured out how to use my DS, and I refused to explain Pokemon Mystery Dungeon to her. Then I found out she deleted my temporary save file. And my items. And my money(she got kicked out of the dungeon). And I was &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; close to beating Primal Dialga. So yeah, you could say I was mad at her. You could also say I'm a video game addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also I'm currently taking an ADD test...and I have six Wikipedia tabs open because I'm reading and clicking links that interest me. Some of these tabs involve Miley Cyrus though--dunno how that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6760286232656223753?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6760286232656223753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6760286232656223753&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6760286232656223753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6760286232656223753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/small-update.html' title='Small Update =)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8298467634267844752</id><published>2009-08-03T21:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:51:31.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;...warning, it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mood: Blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Music: The City Is At War by Cobra Starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I haven't posted in a while =( I keep meaning to, but then we go somewhere and then I don't feel like writing the rest of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;So I woke up Sunday morning from a really weird dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First of all, it started off with Cookie Monster burning down our school. Yes, Cookie Monster the innocent, and yes, burning down the school. So rather than panicking(or her getting in trouble, or fire drills), there was some part of the school where it wasn't burning down, and we went there and we all just hung out. And then there was a giant burning hole in the stage wall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And then out of nowhere it was over. We were in a portable, and people were handing out assignments, and someone(I think it was Ian) wouldn't give me mine, so I got ticked off and then Abhijit took it and then we had a shouting match(OK, you know, I really wouldn't do that. It's just an assignment...), then Ian and this guy from my old school(who was now in my class) started talking to me about how my writing was awful(can I get a "WTF?") and then I told them something(I forget).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then we were eating lunch, and I was catching up with that kid from my old school. He was funny =) And his sister was going to some other school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And then suddenly we were in math class--and we went outside =) And Miss Barker(my grade 7 teacher) was our teacher again, and there was a chinchilla!! I think we were in the yard of my old school, because there was a row of townhouse backyards behind us, which is what we had at my old school. And that's where the chinchilla was. Except it was a dog sized chinchilla. And I'm not even sure it was a chinchilla, but in the dream I just screamed "Chinchiiiilllla!" And I just googled a chinchilla and that's not what it was. I think it was a rabbit-guinea pig-dog hybrid. But anyways it was cute and I played with it =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then Dev made fun of Derek about something and then teh dream ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And this all realized--I don't want to go to high school. I want to stay in eighth grade forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But it's too late for that =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Now I really am going to draw something =D I've been meaning to all week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh, and suddenly there are a lot of people I really don't feel like talking to, and I'd never expect that I wouldn't want to talk to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;An Update On Recently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I can only give you the last three days, but I can also tell you that sometime last week Cookie Monster and her sisters came over and we played Mario Kart and Rock Band(and I sang o.0), and they did this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/cbga4" style="text-decoration: none;" title="what happens when you let children(and a cookie addict) loose. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="what happens when you let children(and a cookie addict) loose. on Twitpic" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/cbga4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(click thumbnail for fullsize)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; It was insane. I ran away from them =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Also, I've started playing Pokemon Crystal, just so I can get to Kanto and then catch all the legendaries =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyways, last three days! Today is, what, Monday? OK, so we'll start with Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Saturday was mostly boring, because we all wanted to go somewhere but couldn't decide where. So I basically complained to random people about how bored I was and such, and wished Ghazal were back, and then my dad took us to Ching park, where they were having some carnival or something. We didn't go on any rides, but we got a huge back of cotton candy(for my mom, which my sister had finished as of this morning, I think), and slushies and fries, and there was a Smashing Beer Bottles game, and I kept telling my sister "If that ride falls, we're all dead." Afterwards we walked around and found out they were doing a Midsummer Night's Dream in the park for free(well, Pay What You Can, but it was free :P) in the park, and my dad said we could watch (to my sister's dismay), and we saw some of the first scene, and then we left and kicked a soccer ball around. And then we went home. And yes, I liked the Shakespeare =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sunday we saw Aliens in the Attic(not my choice. I repeat, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;not my choice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. It was rather funny, but the story was dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And today we went to Walmart. On to more photos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;First, I'll show you the tennis ball Ian killed--before its demise:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/cbfhs" style="text-decoration: none;" title="Ian killed this guy a week after. RIP, little buddy. on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ian killed this guy a week after. RIP, little buddy. on Twitpic" height="150" src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/cbfhs.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; (click thumbnail for fullsize)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anyways, I know you love my photomanip skillz =P That's my sister's hand, shirt, hair, and pepsi in the background, if you wanted to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;If you want to see some actual graphic work I've done, check out a couple of my most recent deviations(in order from most to least recent):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc07.deviantart.com/fs46/f/2009/215/f/8/Edward_Cullen___on_fire__by_xxOrganizedMess.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I have no idea where I got this quote from, but I had fun making this =P Even if it didn't take all that long and I didn't put much effort into it, it looks OK. (well, in comparison to some of the stuff I've seen other places...it looks damn awesome. But in comparison to other things, it's just meh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs48/f/2009/215/7/3/A_Balanced_Diet____by_xxOrganizedMess.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I found this quote on an avatar, but it's also fairly popular. I like the way this one turned out, though it took me forever to find a good cookie, and I was hoping for one that was bitten...but that's ok =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And finally:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://fc08.deviantart.com/fs49/f/2009/215/0/9/Floral_Grunge_Signature_by_xxOrganizedMess.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm most proud of this one, though it was also quite simple, just some messing with layers/opacity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And I watched House earlier today(that show is actually quite funny).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I think that's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;(be happy, I posted :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8298467634267844752?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8298467634267844752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8298467634267844752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8298467634267844752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8298467634267844752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/08/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6547008854015994825</id><published>2009-07-27T19:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:46:32.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...hope you like it =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Tired =(&lt;br /&gt;Music: I Kissed A Girl by Katy Perry (that reminds me of a story!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, there is a new layout. I am up for tweaking except for one little thing-I want to add a Twitter button at the bottom of the posts, but it messes up the coding, so that is not happening any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you have any suggestions, go ahead and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some other stuff: The story that the song reminded me of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know if this will entertain you guys, but one day in September, I was talking to Ian at school and I told him Cobra Starship did a parody of I Kissed A Girl called I Kissed A Boy. I went home and emailed it to him and, surprisingly, he came on MSN(he never does that =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the following conversation ensued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: Hi&lt;br /&gt;Ian:Hi&lt;br /&gt;Me: Did you watch I Kissed A Boy?&lt;br /&gt;Ian: YOU DID WHAT?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Um..oh...I meant the video...&lt;br /&gt;Ian: Oh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;That was my humorous story from a long time ago of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were some other things I was going to tell you, like, um...I forget =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-checks Twitter for anything interesting-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH! RIGHT! &lt;b&gt;You Need To Watch This:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HHvhaCzuIw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0HHvhaCzuIw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his answer to the question "What would you do with the $1 mill?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And tomorrow Panic! At The Disco's new single, "New Perspective," will be released. Just a heads-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6547008854015994825?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6547008854015994825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6547008854015994825&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6547008854015994825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6547008854015994825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-layout.html' title='New Layout =)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6334752733427533540</id><published>2009-07-27T14:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:53:38.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it wasn't that bad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Music: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Pros And Cons Of Breathing&lt;/span&gt; by Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you probably know by now(but then, you might not), On Saturday I went to see &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/span&gt;. Well, it wasn't just me. It was Ghazal, her brother, my sister, my dad, and me. But the point of this post is a movie review, so I'll keep the rest short:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the way there Ghazal told me an interesting story about her cousin's forgetfulness.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we got there, Ghazal's brother claimed he didn't eat lunch so Ghazal would buy him a slushie. It kind of worked, but you know, can't have him faint in the middle of the movie.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On our way back, my dad turned on the radio and the song Boom Boom Pow was playing. We laughed over the lyrics. Like, come on, what idiot came up with "Beats so big I'm stepping on leprechauns?" (damn, that was even awkward to type.)&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, on to the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really liked the beginning, with the bridge collapsing, except some people were clearly running the wrong way, which was kind of funny to me. Not that it mattered, they all died anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I liked the aspect of the movie; instead of dark and gloomy they focused more on the romance and comedy, and being a romantic comedy lover, this worked for me. At one point in the movie I laughed so hard I dropped the popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a few downsides, though, for one, they didn't explain the name "Half Blood Prince," I didn't like that they took so much out. I understand that in every movie you take something out. But instead of just taking things out, they also added in major things like (SPOILER!) burning down the Burrow. (NO MORE SPOILERS) I also didn't like that the ending seemed a bit rushed, but then, most endings seem rushed to me, so don't take my word for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, Rupert Grint was &lt;i&gt;hilarious &lt;/i&gt;with the whole love potion thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's it! Final rating: 8/10, now go see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6334752733427533540?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6334752733427533540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6334752733427533540&amp;isPopup=true' title='51 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6334752733427533540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6334752733427533540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/harry-potter-and-half-blood-prince.html' title='Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>51</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6182866526331986455</id><published>2009-07-25T12:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:10:57.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Long Overdue Birthday Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...because Caulin asked for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Like I need to go stretch my legs =/&lt;br /&gt;Music: The River by Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post will also probably be my version of Caulin's superextralong post, because I keep meaning to blog and forgetting, and I also have a lot on my mind this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WARNING: SUPERFICIAL CONTENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last time I updated was, I believe, Saturday. That day we went shopping for my outfit for Sunday(don't ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; why this was important, I blame my mom, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; get a really nice top!). Anyways, my mom wanted to check out Reitmans, her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;favourite&lt;/span&gt;(and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;least&lt;/span&gt; favourite) store. Since she knew everyone(me, my dad, and the brat) would hate being in there, she told us to go to Siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, when we got there, we knew it would be awkward for all of us looking for clothes(like, c'mon guys, imagine my dad in Siblings). Luckily for us, there was an EB Games right across. So we let our nerd tendencies run wild and almost ran across the mall xD Unfortunately for me, there were no DS Lites in there(my dad insisted if I get anything at all, I get a DS and not a DSi because it was cheaper and you can put GBA games in it). So we ended up going into Siblings. (I'd like to take this opportunity to tell you that if you tell my mom we went to EB Games...let's just say it won't be pretty =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, boring details aside, I eventually got an outfit and then my dad said "I'm going to to Zellers." Now, there are 3 reasons this is odd:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My dad would &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; voluntarily go into a store.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He offered to take my sister, but not me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He never said what he was going to Zellers &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Cut to a scene of my trying to hide my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obvious&lt;/span&gt; excitement at my dad getting me my DS Lite(you may think this makes me look stuck up, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;however&lt;/span&gt;, there are some things you can just tell with my parents).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on he called my mom and you could hear(rather loudly) my mom saying "Well, she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; she's going to get it!" so I said "Hi, I'm right here!" and she ignored me, and then she said "$139.99? OK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cue GIANT facepalm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad came and I saw the Best Buy bag and we spent the rest of the day pretending I didn't know(even though they knew I knew).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Jack Astor's. My mom got like, the biggest plate of nachos in history(how do people like nachos? I grew out of that phase years ago -.-), and we all laughed. A lot xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and I asked to open my "Cardboard Box." It was a lime green DS(you guys are weird, I love that colour!), and it came with a really ugly case that looks like a wallet from Hawaii, and "Personal Trainer: Cooking." In other words, it looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gadgetreview.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/nintendo-ds-lite-cooking-bundle.jpg" style="height: 264px; width: 340px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dad couldn't even open the box himself because they used superglue(I swear.) And no, my dad is not a weakling. That's my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then we cleaned and stuff, and then the next morning WAS MY BIRTHDAY! YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up pretty early, and took a shower and stuff, and started towel drying my hair. My mom said she would straighten my hair in a few minutes, and then Cookie Monster showed up. So, my mom being all punctual and all, I sat there for half an hour talking to Cookie Monster with wet hair. It was a good thing none of you guys showed up =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then eventually people showed up. Yep. I think it was(if anyone's forgotten yet/is Caulin or Kraven or Jameson or anyone else who wasn't there):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cookie Monster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ian's cousin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ghazal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Derek&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Derek's Parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dev&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rose&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alice&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Derek's cousins, aunt, and uncle(don't even ask me, I have no idea.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;(ha, suddenly listening to my music I have the strange urge to learn to play electric guitar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways the first thing we did was...um...either play Rock Band or go downstairs to see teh pets. And we hit each other with Ian's rubber hammer, which Rose subsequently broke. We also played The World's Worst Game(ie the Ninjabread Man), and had a huge debate over whether or not "crick" is a word(long story short, it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Ian's cousin went home because he was allergic to the fur(yeah, my bad -guilty as charged-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had hamburgers and we gamed(and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; who played Mario Kart phailed at it except me, Cookie Monster, and Miranda...probably because we are all MK fanatics), and we talked about a life size Sasuke doll that would throw shuriken at Miranda, and we played Truth or Dare...sort of. Eventually Rose and Alice went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ate and we went to the park. The park was fun because we spent the whole time trying to keep the soccer ball from Derek and his cousins, and then Ghazal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gave them the soccer ball&lt;/span&gt; so we shunned her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we went on the spinny thing(name by Cookie Monster 'cause I have no clue what it's called) and in addition to giving himself rope burn from randomly spinning it, Derek also gave &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; rope burn for spinning it while I was leaning on it! (Ow, damnit. I hate you =P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went home under the threat of ice cream cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, lucky me, my dad got the kind with strawberries in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, just so you guys know: I don't particularly like strawberries. In cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my dad joked that it was cheesecake and suddenly it started &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tasting&lt;/span&gt; like cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Derek attacked me so Ghazal could get cake on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then we...um...talked and stuff and I opened my presents(such an awkward word). And then Derek, Dev, and I played Rock Band while everyone else played with Barney and my sister's firetruck(that was mostly Ian...), and then Derek got fed up and stuffed Barney behind the couch(Yay Derek!), where it remains. Eventually Ghazal and Dev went home, and it was just me, Cookie Monster, my sister, Ian, and Derek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We(everyone but Derek...who now that I think about it looked like he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; didn't want to be there) played with Cookie and then we all went up to my sister's room and er...assaulted her teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN THEY HID MY PENGUIN! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time after that we played Monopoly, and apparently(and I didn't notice this) there were a ton of thieves. On the first turn I ended up in jail(which wouldn't have happened if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;  hadn't mixed the chance cards with the community chest cards =P), and on one turn Derek was supposed to give me $100 (because he was the banker and I needed change) and he said he wouldn't so I took &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; $100 and we half wrestled. I gave up when he tried to bite me. (why do people like to bite me? Are you all vampires in disguise???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Cookie Monster went home and then my grandparents showed up, and then Derek and his parents left, and then Ian left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day my dad had to return Derek's dad's propane tanks, and so we went in and played Rock Band and Mario Kart N64(which I phailed at), and I forget the other game xD, and Miranda earned the title of "More Boring than Jessica" (o.0), and then we went to EB Games and I got Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations, and Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Explorers of Darkness(both good games!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mom was sick so on Thursday we couldn't go to the movie, and I was supposed to go to Rose's house but it rained and I got grounded because of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mom: Out of the $50 you had how much did you spend?&lt;br /&gt;Me(thinking out loud): Well I had 50 and now I have 20 so I must've spent 30.&lt;br /&gt;Mom:OMG YOU DISGRACEFUL CHILD HOW COULD YOU???&lt;br /&gt;Me(in head): WTF, issues much?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Miranda did I do anything wrong if I ask her a question shouldn't she just answer blah blah blah me me me rant rant rant&lt;br /&gt;Miranda: Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: OMG YOU BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BOTH OF YOU GO TO YOUR ROOMS BLAH BLAH BLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So you can see why I was just peachy that day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, instead I spent the day sneaking on Twitter and wondering why Ghazal hadn't emailed me and playing on my DS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the DS, the funniest thing happens in Mystery Dungeon. So the "bad guy" in this scene is Grovyle, I'm a Torchic(Oh GOD I restarted the game because I messed up something and I had to take the quiz ten times to get Torchic back.), my partner is Chikorita, Mesprit is the guardian of the time gear, and the Time Gear is this thing that Grovyle wants to steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Chikorita: NO! You can't take the Time Gear! We won't let you!&lt;br /&gt;Grovyle: Pfft, n00bs. (he pwns Torchic and Chikorita)&lt;br /&gt;Mesprit: NOO! Can't you see we will be in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grave danger&lt;/span&gt; if you take the time gear, you idiot! NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Grovyle: I guess I have no choice.(Grovyle bitchslaps Mesprit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanyways I had a dream last night that it was the first day of High School. So my LA teacher was like my LA teacher from grade 8 but less insane, and my French teacher was pwnsome and exactly like my grade 6 French teacher...and lunch in the cafeteria was expensive, and so I got my own lunch and then Mr. Stewart kept yelling at me that I had 5 minutes to eat and I was thinking, "well if you would STFU I'd eat, durr."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we had locker partners(-.-) and the other Jess was mine, and Melanie and Ghazal shared, and their locker was next to mine, and on my other side was Renee. Basically all the students in our school were the same except that Derek, Katrina, and Kanishkan went to Cardinal. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention the school was exactly the same as our school? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was a little bit weird xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I broke my vow not to drink Pepsi. It's not my fault there was nothing else in the fridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since Thursday we couldn't see Harry Potter, my dad said we could go on Saturday. And that's what we did! But I'll put that in my next post, I'm getting bored of this one TBH, and I think it's time you guys got to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;read&lt;/span&gt; it. In all its boringness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6182866526331986455?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6182866526331986455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6182866526331986455&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6182866526331986455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6182866526331986455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-overdue-birthday-post.html' title='A Long Overdue Birthday Post...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7123662834690723667</id><published>2009-07-18T14:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:50:24.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Random List Of....Reasons I'll Miss Being 13 And Love Being 14.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: Last Day To Be 13.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hungry even though I just ate!&lt;br /&gt;Music: Bang The Doldrums by Fall Out Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, sorry for neglecting you. I've had post ideas but I was a little busy (pfft, yeah, right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it. Tomorrow, I'm 14--and not 13. Which kind of sucks, because I'm kind of getting used to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I owe you a VRLO(I owe you a lot), so here's my Very Random List Of...Seven Reasons I'll Miss Being Thirteen and Seven Reasons I'll Enjoy Being 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons I'll Miss Being 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first is fairly obvious--I'm leaving middle school and all my friends :'(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm getting old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As Dev puts it...full price at the movies. (damn, Ghazal, you're right, we should have gone yesterday) But I think I can bypass this--somehow people hand my the kids menu at restaurants where the age limit for said menu is 10 years. Yet they give my shorter, younger sister the adult menu. WTF?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Same as 1, basically, but I'm going to high school! With white emo kids! NUUUU!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On that note, I only get to be in band for half the school year. (this is turning into "Reasons I Don't Want To Go To High School)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm now old enough to get a job. Next summer, guess what, my parents will probably make me get one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I no longer have to lie about my age to use Photobucket--I don't actually do that, but I could have...and you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; it's fun to lie about your age.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reasons I'll Love Being 14(hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can watch a 14-A rated show without having to change the channel when my parents come in the room(you know you do it too)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I get to have a birthday party! With Seven of my closest friends plus one of their cousins(who Dev flirts with...guess who.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can see 14A movies(I wonder if my dad still thinks that's safer than PG...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Parents will(hopefully) trust me more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Going to high school--I put this in the other list, but you have to remember that next year I'll be going to a school half an hour away, which means an hour on the bus with Jameson and Aisha and Rose, which means more friend time! Plus I'll probably start almost living in their neighbourhood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I no longer have to pick my sister up from school! If I went to Cardinal I probably would, because they're right across from each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bleh. I get to leave the drama that is certain people.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;There is my lazy attempt at a post, now hopefully we can leave! (glares at mother who is still getting ready after an hour--we're just going shopping!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7123662834690723667?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7123662834690723667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7123662834690723667&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7123662834690723667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7123662834690723667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/very-random-list-ofeasons-ill-miss.html' title='Very Random List Of....Reasons I&apos;ll Miss Being 13 And Love Being 14.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5325058949567065022</id><published>2009-07-13T12:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:11:47.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Idiots.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and I do mean that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored and tired and thirsty...wait, I can fix that last one.&lt;br /&gt;Music: She's the Blade by Sugarcult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, occasionally, in the sea of idiots in the world, there are a few that particularly stand out to me. Here are two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teacher snapped 'over Michael Jackson heckle'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/world/836324/teacher-snapped-over-michael-jackson-heckle"&gt;click me for the story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so my main issue with this story, aside from the whole "violence in the classroom" thing and the fact that the kids&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;were&lt;/span&gt; kind of mean, is that people are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;backing the teacher up.&lt;/span&gt; Bleh, I guess they're right in terms of the kids provoking him. But come on, hitting someone probably a third of your age in the head? That's just messed up. And if the kids were provoking him, he probably wasn't an effective teacher anyways. It's not related, I'm just saying. Besides, I have enough experience on bad teachers to last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(reminds me of the time my seventh grade math/science teacher threw the desk...and the time he called us living stupidity, and the time he said we were making asses of ourselves)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on to idiot number two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teen pregnant 'from swimming in pool'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a a="" about="" also="" and="" any="" can="" daughter="" didn="" do="" face="" ftl="" girl="" had="" href="http://news.ninemsn.com.au/world/836134/teen-pregnant-from-swimming-in-pool%3Eclick%20me%20for%20the%20story%3C/a%3E%3Cbr%3E%3Cbr%3EDenial%20much?%20You%20don%27t%20get%20pregnant%20from%20swimming.%20This%20is%20physically%20impossible%20as%20sperm%20die%20in%20water%20in%20a%20matter%20of%20minutes%28I%20read%20this%20on%20a%20different%20version%20of%20the%20story..%29%28holy%20crap%20my%20dad%20just%20read%20this...awkwardness%20FTL.%29%28oh%20gosh%20and%20then%20my%20dad%20read%20that%20and%20I%20had%20to%20explain%20what%20" insists="" it="" meet="" mom="" not="" nothing="" prove="" s="" sex="" so="" surveillance="" t="" the="" there="" to="" video="" was="" where="" while="" you="" your=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, I left this post in my drafts for about 3 days...anyways, here it is for your reading enjoyment.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5325058949567065022?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5325058949567065022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5325058949567065022&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5325058949567065022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5325058949567065022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-idiots.html' title='True Idiots.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6011282560571995459</id><published>2009-07-11T16:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:46:54.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 350!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...and I'd like this one to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Kind of uncomfortable &lt;br /&gt;Music: Panic by Name Taken (how fitting.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I told you I had a happy post, and I neglected to post it yesterday, so here it is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic at the Disco brought back their exclamation mark, which is kind of cool, but also not exactly the point here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that Spencer(the drummer) posted a clip of a demo on their website, and it's more like their first album, A Fever You Can't Sweat Out(the difference being that their first album had both electronic music and music with more traditional--is that the word?--instruments while their second album was a Beatles ripoff. Therefore it is now a good thing that Jon and Ryan left. I don't have to listen to posers =D).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called Oh Glory, check it out for yourself here: &lt;a href="http://www.panicatthedisco.com/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; sound like Fall Out Boy. Where do people get this stuff from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's about it, and I have a "Stupid News" post coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6011282560571995459?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6011282560571995459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6011282560571995459&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6011282560571995459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6011282560571995459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-350.html' title='Post 350!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-1164011703958771971</id><published>2009-07-10T18:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:12:02.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You love when I rant...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...so let me write another one for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: In pain--my arm has growing pain or something. If I get taller I don't mind. If not, I'll be ticked. Oh, and my jaw hurts because it clicks involuntarily(since I was 10), and I guess it's finally had enough.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Panic by Name Taken (this is the song PATD got their name from--but it also happens to be a good song.)(LOL, one of the members has the same full name as my uncle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you don't love my rants, if you don't agree with this one, I'll probably sue you for subjecting your eardrums to cruel, unusual, and unnecessary punishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't tell, I'm ranting about music. If you could call it that. More specifically, I am ranting about a supposed "artist," again, if you could call him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first heard of this guy a couple of days ago. While I was watching Much On Demand because Tom Felton was going to be on, they kept saying that some other guy was going to be on first. I'd never heard of the person, but it was clear that more girls were there for him than for Tom. So I was kind of interested. Then this kid comes out. They announce his name: Justin Bieber(Beaver?). And he looks about ten years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so he sits down, and the host welcomes him. And he seems OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then he speaks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, this guys' voice was a whole &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;octave&lt;/span&gt; higher than mine, and I'm an almost fourteen year old &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl&lt;/span&gt;! And every other word out of that voice-that-belongs-to-a-mouse is "yeah-yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still thought the kid was ten, and then they show a video of him from YouTube, which he made "two years ago when" he "was like 12," meaning he's at least 14. Guess what? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's fifteen.&lt;/span&gt; So I guess the real question is why there were 20-year-old girls screaming "OMG JUSTIN WE LOVE YOU!" and wishing they could have his kids. And the other question is who would want to give birth to a child who will have a voice too high pitched for human ears to pick up on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so then they tell his story. As it goes, Usher found his YouTube videos. I can't say that I'm surprised, as I only ever liked one song and at that point I was nine years old. Anyways, then they go outside and talk to the fans and blah blah blah, and they take questions from the audience. I only remember 2/3, and those are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you have a girlfriend?(Answer: "No, I'm single" in this pompous jerk way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is your single "One Time" about any special girl?(Answer: "No, it's about all you girls!" The whole song is about "I love you, you're my number one girl, blah blah blah, and that's basically repeated the whole song right after he says "Im'a tell you one time." &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hypocrisy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/songs/view/3530822107858781550/"&gt;(for the lyrics, click me.)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where was I? Oh, yeah, then they play his song, which was somehow number one on the countdown(keep in mind they'd only played up to number 7 so far), and it is utter crap. If you are on good terms with your eardrums, I would not play the following video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWTdh8eM_aY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWTdh8eM_aY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Video_on_Trial"&gt;Video On Trial&lt;/a&gt; this for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First 10 seconds: I know a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ton&lt;/span&gt; of gamers. Casual, hardcore, and everything in between. None of them game like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0:11-0:17: Ahem, some ringtone. This kid has a flipping iPhone and has Usher on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0:18: Usher makes this look like a drug deal operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0:19-0:21: Why does his friend have that dumbfounded look, and why is he not even pressing the buttons, and more importantly why is a prepubescent 15-year old trying to be a gangster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0:21-0:27: The first time I heard Usher say that I heard "Wanna make some hot dogs for when I get back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0:27-4:03: You think I watched this crap? Once I saw him trying even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;harder&lt;/span&gt; to be gangster, I quietly closed the page and proceeded to &lt;strike&gt;cry for my eardrums&lt;/strike&gt; continue this rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, I think that was all I wanted to say. That and this guy makes me ashamed to be Canadian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I have another, happier post on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-1164011703958771971?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/1164011703958771971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=1164011703958771971&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1164011703958771971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1164011703958771971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-love-when-i-rant.html' title='You love when I rant...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6551445988484484344</id><published>2009-07-09T21:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:51:22.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bringing SpammingBack.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...I bet you guys don't know what I'm talkin' bout.(sing that to the tune of the appropriate song.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Amused...don't I usually say that when I'm dealing with Anonymous?&lt;br /&gt;Music: Love Drunk by Boys Like Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-just-thought-you-deserved-to-know.html"&gt;Click Me To Spam.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember this thread guys? I'm so bored, I'm bringing it back. You know how every blog has a "thing?" This is ours. Spam it up. For real. There's a nifty link in the sidebar called "Spamness," if you wanted to know =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6551445988484484344?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6551445988484484344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6551445988484484344&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6551445988484484344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6551445988484484344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-bringing-spammingback.html' title='I&apos;m bringing SpammingBack.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-372495393244628961</id><published>2009-07-09T12:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T12:42:03.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, I Have A Confession To Make...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;...and you'll probably like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Lonely =( You guys all have lives.&lt;br /&gt;Music: You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVOx7W7W-W4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iVOx7W7W-W4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so I watched a new Fred video today...and he's kind of not funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-372495393244628961?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/372495393244628961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=372495393244628961&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/372495393244628961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/372495393244628961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/ok-i-have-confession-to-make.html' title='OK, I Have A Confession To Make...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-522218212501527750</id><published>2009-07-08T22:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:12:17.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One,  racism at its lowest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Two, Diggers are stupid.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Upset.&lt;br /&gt;Music: When I Get Home, You're So Dead by Mayday Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Content Warning: This post deals with rape. So if that's going to make you uncomfortable, don't read it. That simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, watch this video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zz1czFXO3yc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zz1czFXO3yc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, if you're feeling &lt;i&gt;particularly&lt;/i&gt; bored, or you are a fast reader, or you have a ton of time on your hands, &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/11uQk"&gt;CLICK ME&lt;/a&gt;, and then get fired up and comment. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPREAD THE WORD&lt;/span&gt;. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just sick and wrong. There's not much else I can say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why Digg sucks: So you'll notice in the video he says that we should all Digg it. I don't have a Digg account, or at least I didn't. So I noticed a lot of people said "I joined because of the video," or whatever, and they were all getting thumbs down for it, the "veteran Diggers" saying that "you have to say something intelligent," calling them stupid, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I say that I just joined as well, but then I express an opinion("I'm Canadian, but I thought both Canada AND the US were supposed to be over this type of discrimination, and yet we seem to be going further and further backwards."). Don't look at me like that. You know it's true. I get a thumbs up, and refresh the page, and suddenly have 6 thumbs down. Flipping hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention that they were all "OMG YouTube sucks nobody from YouTube should be here blah blah blah." Just &lt;a href="http://digg.com/other_sports/The_Story_of_Prisoner_F95488?t=26819682#c26819682"&gt;read the comments yourself.&lt;/a&gt; Idiot supremists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions for the comments:&lt;br /&gt;So what do you think of the Eric Frimpong case?&lt;br /&gt;Am I wrong about the Diggers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-522218212501527750?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/522218212501527750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=522218212501527750&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/522218212501527750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/522218212501527750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-racism-at-its-lowest.html' title='One,  racism at its lowest.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-3181262178598684529</id><published>2009-07-08T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:32:04.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WIN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;...this was too cool for Twitter.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored&lt;br /&gt;Music: You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqXX6kuk_XQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqXX6kuk_XQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINWINWINWINEPICFCKINWIN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-3181262178598684529?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3181262178598684529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=3181262178598684529&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3181262178598684529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3181262178598684529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/win.html' title='WIN.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8656349555092026344</id><published>2009-07-08T13:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:01:13.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The InterWebz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...where weird things happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: ROFLCOPTER.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story alternates between Twitter and MSN. You have been warned. (usernames changed to real names, just to help you all out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWITTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Caulin: did i mention my ass is really sore from my dumb ass self :| i new i couldn't climb like that buttt nooo i had to go ahead and just do it :|&lt;br /&gt;Dev: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;@Caulin I love your ass. I mean.. Ye. I love your ass.&lt;br /&gt;Me: @Dev O.O -eyes wide in horror-&lt;br /&gt;Dev: @Me :D. YOU LIEK EET TOO!&lt;br /&gt;Me: @Dev no. just...no.&lt;br /&gt;Dev: @Me Methinks doth do protest too much.&lt;br /&gt;Me: @Dev of course i do...why didn't i realize that before?[/sarcasm]&lt;br /&gt;Caulin: @Me lets fix that shall we!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MSN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Caulin's display pic is the picture of his butt -.-&lt;br /&gt;Caulin says:&lt;br /&gt;look at teh butt!!!&lt;br /&gt;LLOVE EEET!&lt;br /&gt;NAO!&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;o.0 xD&lt;br /&gt;Caulin says:&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;Jessica says:&lt;br /&gt;you guys are ebil&lt;br /&gt;fine =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TWITTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I love Caulin's butt =/&lt;br /&gt;Caulin: @Me  XDDD don't delete it! it shal stay there xD&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-dies from laughing so hard-&lt;br /&gt;Me: @Caulin  fine...wow...i'm blogging this xD&lt;br /&gt;Dev: @Me iKnew it! But, back off. He's MINE.&lt;br /&gt;Caulin: @Me xDD now i am laughing out loud xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And Dev Faved It!! o.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: be careful of the Interwebz. There are total freaks on here &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8656349555092026344?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8656349555092026344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8656349555092026344&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8656349555092026344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8656349555092026344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/interwebz.html' title='The InterWebz...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-2085331846612010358</id><published>2009-07-06T14:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:54:34.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This sucks.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: ='(&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sad. Very, Very, Very Sad.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Listening to as many Panic songs as I can find =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billboard.com/bbcom/news/two-members-quit-panic-at-the-disco-1003990733.story"&gt;Click Me And Cry.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't hit me at first, but now it has. Two members of Panic At The Disco are leaving. What will we do without Ryan and Jon? It's like the world is ending all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even know why, but I really am as close to crying as I have been in the last while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-2085331846612010358?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/2085331846612010358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=2085331846612010358&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/2085331846612010358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/2085331846612010358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-sucks.html' title='This sucks.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-802044078293392776</id><published>2009-07-05T19:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:02:51.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired(I was in the car for 3 and a half hours, people)&lt;br /&gt;Music: Addicted by Kelly Clarkson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been having some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reall&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;weird dreams recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I had a dream that Derek died. And he left me his bass. And he kept randomly coming back to life(&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/nerdopedia/status/2379746487"&gt;I blame Ghazal.&lt;/a&gt; Partially.) Anyways, the thing was that nobody cared but me..well I guess I didn't care either. I did spend the better part of the dream wondering "What the hell am I going to do with a bass guitar left to me by one of my close deceased friends?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the same night(I believe it was Friday), I had a dream that we were at Wonderland, and then all of a sudden we were in this room(made of sand? Well, it was Ancient Egypt styled, at the least) and I was at a table and Miss Dias and Dev and my mom and my grandma were there(at the table, I mean...the rest of the room was filled with a)faceless people and b)all the women I've ever met in my life) Anyways, then my mom started making fun of me and then(I don't get this part at all...I mean, less so than the others), the MSN Today window(see picture below) popped up. Except it had a video of Dorothy making fun of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img72.imageshack.us/img72/4208/104to.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%; font-style: italic;"&gt;The MSN Today Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my head's been screwed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I had this dream:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the last day of school. I was outside and I was going to go on Rose, Aisha, Derek, and Ian's bus because...well I don't know, but I think it's the bus closest to my house. Anyways, I was about to go on, and then all of a sudden I was on the second floor of the school...and there were rats in the lockers(ew), and then I ran downstairs and the VP told me to catch my bus...but it was already gone. And so I for some reason decided to walk home. I went through a lot of malls and plazas and did not break a sweat. Then I got home, climbed into the Jeep, and it looked like it was the middle of the night. So my dad said hi and I looked at the clock and it was 1:36 PM(I think it was PM...). The weirder thing? School ends at 2:20 pm. So instead of being totally late, I went back in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOMESAUCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the next day(this morning) I had a dream that it was the last day of school. Again. Except this time, we were all in the girls' changeroom(all the girls I mean :P apparently all my dreams are very feminist), and I grabbed my stuff and left. And it turns out I'd grabbed Harleen's phone(it was a bit like an LG Shine). And the songs from it messed with my mp3 player some how and all my calls got transferred to her phone. So eventually her sister called the phone and then I forget what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, it was a ghost phone though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to go take a shower, there's a little piece of my mind for you all to ponder =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-802044078293392776?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/802044078293392776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=802044078293392776&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/802044078293392776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/802044078293392776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5108173020189649731</id><published>2009-07-03T12:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:12:47.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FML.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:(f*** my life)&lt;br /&gt;Mood: ytgjytoi tj&lt;br /&gt;Music: =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the point is, I don't want to go to the cottage, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently neither does my sister. Because, well, it's just not fun anymore. So this morning we started an argument that looked like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Me: I don't want to go!&lt;br /&gt;My sister: Me either!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why don't we just sell the cottage? [/sarcasm]&lt;br /&gt;Me: Why don't we?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Well you guys can't just stay in the house all weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Me(should have said "nobody else has a cottage and they're just fine"): So we'll go outside! Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Mom: We'll go to the mall there they have an EB Games.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Will you get me the DSi?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: (gets my hopes up by going "sure" every time I ask, then decides to say) Oh but you didn't clean your room so I don't know if you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (feels like screaming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then I went upstairs and had this conversation with my dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dad:Get dressed so we can go.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Not even my sister wants to go! Nobody does!&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Well me and your mom do. We'll so something fun.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (scoffs) like WHAT?&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Swimming?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uh, no.(should be noted that the water there is FREEZING and icky)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Boating?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No. (that was never fun. EVER.)&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Fishing?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No! I suck at fishing.&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Oh but your sister likes it.&lt;br /&gt;Me(in my head): But does anyone even care what I like? Ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gah, like, I wouldn't be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; frustrated if my mom hadn't joked about the DSi. Like, really, you're going to make your angry kid more angry and then tell her she needs a sense of f***ing humor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, FML and see you Sunday(this was not stress relieving at all.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5108173020189649731?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5108173020189649731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5108173020189649731&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5108173020189649731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5108173020189649731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/fml.html' title='FML.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-1568949327998797586</id><published>2009-07-02T11:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:20:57.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poll!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Some court show in the background, followed by a Smallville commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so the problem is we're going to the cottage tomorrow =( Which kind of sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally forgot to do the poll. All you need to know about the other one is that A won(obviously...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new poll, inspired by Jameson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Hamburger Topping=?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;ketchup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mayo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mustard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;relish&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-1568949327998797586?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/1568949327998797586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=1568949327998797586&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1568949327998797586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1568949327998797586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-poll.html' title='New Poll!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-2096726818953412885</id><published>2009-07-01T20:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:53:25.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin Jonas Got ENGAGED?!?!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: Didn't see that coming...&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored and Lonely.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Dance Inside by the All-American Rejects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kevin Jonas got engaged, who knew?&lt;br /&gt;But obviously, it was nothing like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpojZ0COU3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IpojZ0COU3Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(which, although it seems staged, is also really cute =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-2096726818953412885?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/2096726818953412885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=2096726818953412885&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/2096726818953412885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/2096726818953412885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/kevin-jonas-got-engaged.html' title='Kevin Jonas Got ENGAGED?!?!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-4915992554832480784</id><published>2009-07-01T13:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:06:16.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Canada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitterlive.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/ovivip/canadaday/7.gif" title="More Glitter Graphics at GlitterLive.com" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.glitterlive.com%27"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Glitter Graphics - GlitterLive.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Canada Day We're 142! Here are some random facts to help you with your Canadian Pride:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm sure you've heard that if you have 3 quarters, 4 dimes, and 4 pennies, you have $1.19. You also have the largest amount of money in coins without being able to make change for a dollar. Being Canadians, this is false. (think of why for a little bit, I'll give you the answer after a few comments--hint, hint)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canada has the least expensive Internet service anywhere in the world. Explains our nerdiness, eh? And to prove it, we have the 2nd highest percentage of people on the 'Net.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have more donut shops per capita than the US--but we're not notorious for obesity(no offense America).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We created ketchup chips. And basketball. And penicillin. And the lightbulb(say Thomas Edison and I'll, uh, lock you in my igloo. For real.). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Three Words: Free health care.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're so awesome, that the laws of nature allow us to plug our electronic devices into the ice of our igloos. Thank you laws of nature, we love you too =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dude, we have awesome beer(not that I would know...hey, stop looking at me like that!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We gave the world Russell Peters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Canada has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us!&lt;/span&gt; (Kanishkan)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Real Maple Syrup is Canadian. Not Vermont-ian?? (Ghazal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And that's all I have from now, go ahead and submit your own =D&lt;br /&gt;(and don't forget to answer #1)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-4915992554832480784?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4915992554832480784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=4915992554832480784&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4915992554832480784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4915992554832480784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-canada.html' title='Happy Birthday Canada!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p315/ovivip/canadaday/th_7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7226987885435410265</id><published>2009-06-28T20:38:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:23:28.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Result Of Pure Boredom, As Is Everything.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: The Most Creative I've Ever Been.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Rather uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;Music: So first I was listening to Africa by Toto(I don't like it...it's just it's the song that inspired Africa by Karl Wolf, which I sort of like save for the video, and I wanted to hear the difference), and then now I'm listening to She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom didn't get the job at my school, unfortunately. Which kind of sucks, because all the teachers were recommending her and everyone was all happy for her and then NO, she doesn't get the job. Which sucks for me 'cause now I have less of a chance of ever seeing my favourite teachers again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, here is the comparison that formed in my mind(@Ghazal I changed it up a bit..):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an appetizer of hopefulness, a main course of "get your hopes up" and a dessert of "PHAIL."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I wasted a post on that. I was going to expand but it got a bit too flawed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I like the title of this post by the way =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SkbyK8obUDI/AAAAAAAAJL4/oYR1fUkKgqQ/s400/postpost.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this today, and since I've known most of my best friends for two years, this is for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I read it with two people in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7226987885435410265?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7226987885435410265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7226987885435410265&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7226987885435410265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7226987885435410265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/result-of-pure-boredom-as-is-everything.html' title='The Result Of Pure Boredom, As Is Everything.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SkbyK8obUDI/AAAAAAAAJL4/oYR1fUkKgqQ/s72-c/postpost.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8101858712502584143</id><published>2009-06-26T17:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:01:52.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So I was going to ask you guys something...</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: Random Post&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired&lt;br /&gt;Music: The whirring of the computer. My constant yawning. The keyboard clicking. The sound of my breathing. Need I go on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but I completely forgot what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I wasted a post to tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still kinda tired though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8101858712502584143?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8101858712502584143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8101858712502584143&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8101858712502584143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8101858712502584143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-was-going-to-ask-you-guys.html' title='So I was going to ask you guys something...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7890154450936775139</id><published>2009-06-26T11:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:13:29.834-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate CNN</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: We Get The Point, Move ON.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hungry&lt;br /&gt;Music: London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines by Panic At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I'm sure you all know, Michael Jackson died yesterday. (and yes, this is the basis of my rant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most people, I watch the news. But CNN is ticking me off unfathomably:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won't talk about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; other than Michael Jackson. Are we really so pathetic that this is all we consider news? What about Farrah Fawcett? What about the Iran Election? I'm not saying that MJ's death isn't important, but really, this is a CNN newscast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: It was reported that Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, has died yesterday at UCLA medical center, of a suspected cardiac arrest at age 50. Jackson was best known for his album "Thriller," which to date is still the best selling album of all time. He started off his career at the age of 5, performing with his brothers in the Jackson 5, and is perhaps one of the most controversial celebrities of all time due to the Neverland Ranch controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(some random celebrity talks about how everyone looks up to Michael Jackson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: How tragic. For those of you just joining us, it was reported that Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, has died yesterday at UCLA medical center, of a suspected cardiac arrest at age 50. Jackson was best known for his album "Thriller," which to date is still the best selling album of all time. He started off his career at the age of 5, performing with his brothers in the Jackson 5, and is perhaps one of the most controversial celebrities of all time due to the Neverland Ranch controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(commercial break)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reporter: Welcome back to CNN. It was reported that Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, has died yesterday at UCLA medical center, of a suspected cardiac arrest at age 50. Jackson was best known for his album "Thriller," which to date is still the best selling album of all time. He started off his career at the age of 5, performing with his brothers in the Jackson 5, and is perhaps one of the most controversial celebrities of all time due to the Neverland Ranch controversy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Need I continue? The other main issue I have with this is the stupidity of what they put on the newsreel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;online community shocked by Michael Jackson's death&lt;/span&gt;- no really? So is the rest of the world, you idiots. This isn't news.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jackson died of cardiac arrest [next item] Cause of Jackson's death unknown&lt;/span&gt;-what the flip? CNN fails at wording.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people are mourning the death of Michael Jackson-&lt;/span&gt;no effing duh. Like when that reporter made a big deal that Tori Stafford's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eleven year old brother&lt;/span&gt; cried at her memorial. FAIL.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michael Jackson was an entertainer-&lt;/span&gt;Thank you, Captain Obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Therefore in the words of Twitterers on the Iran Election, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;#cnnFAIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any protesters?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7890154450936775139?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7890154450936775139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7890154450936775139&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7890154450936775139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7890154450936775139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/alternate-titles-mood-music.html' title='Why I Hate CNN'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-3925715520129607379</id><published>2009-06-25T19:34:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:23:50.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>List of Stuff To Do This Summer</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: The To-Do List I Will Forget About Tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Cross My Heart by Marianas Trench (So here's another day, I'll spend away from you...OHNOES.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year I made a list like this, but it was a little different because they weren't definite. This year I'll try to write some stuff I know I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; do. That way I'll have high self esteem when I go to grade 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get a Nintendo DSi so that I can play Pokemon Platinum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On that note, get Pokemon Platinum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have a great birthday party--because hey, we miss each other already!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;See Half Blood Prince with Ghazal, Derek, Kanishkan, and Jameson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Make sure Kanishkan doesn't follow us to see HBP(just kidding, if you happen to show up I don't think we'll mind--bring friends, LOL)&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt; (they're coming, OR ELSE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Take millions of pictures of my cousins this weekend.&lt;/strike&gt; (these kids hate phototaking now =( but I got one of each of them so I'm good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Actually upload the pictures to a computer&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back up said pictures on a CD(or many CDs)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find out what time all the high schools we're going to open and close during the school year so that we won't call each other in the middle of class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steal a copy of everyone's timetable&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get some new music.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Not freeze to death next to this air conditioner(I actually have to wear a sweater)&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Answer Ian's email. Figure out what in the hell I am going to do.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get to 5000 tweets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Become more active. (because I have to pass gym class so that I never have to take it again...EVER. and plus I won't be bored.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean my room(NOTE: May have to be postponed indefinitely due to circumstances beyond my control such as being too damn lazy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop being lazy. Preferably do so after postponing item #23 indefinitely. Because frankly even if I'm not lazy I won't want to do it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally hang up my Paramore poster (sticky tack just isn't doing it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Print out some photos and stuff and make my own poster to be hung up next to the Paramore poster. That should occupy me for at least a week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clean out my binder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Draw Stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read a ton of books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-3925715520129607379?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3925715520129607379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=3925715520129607379&amp;isPopup=true' title='110 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3925715520129607379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3925715520129607379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/list-of-stuff-to-do-this-summer.html' title='List of Stuff To Do This Summer'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>110</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7596252510126352776</id><published>2009-06-25T18:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:25:10.349-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohmygosh, like, it's me!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:Last Day Of School =(&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Annoyed because my computer is stupid, but also &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; happy.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Paranoid by the Jonas Brothers(omg for real) (LOL I thought one of the lyrics was "couldn't give a crap" come to think of it all the JB songs I like, I've thought they had swear words in them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm back. It's been a while, hasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me give you the most important parts of recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;grad was great, didn't win any awards but who cares&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the only problem was there was a fight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ian likes me, apparently(ok I sort of figured), and I don't know what to do...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and I think that's why Derek doesn't talk to him as much as he used to, but it's more likely that there's a different reason for it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my yearbook is nowhere close to full which sucks 'cause the year's over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to go to Boston Pizza but I don't think we are...and my mom was going to invite Derek's parents but I don't think that's going to happen either :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;er, Michael Jackson died.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;this morning Mrs. Jarvis got a lot of presents...Barney gave her earrings and a keychain(and I was totally jealous of them xD) and Derek got her a conductor's stick (which, although flipping awesome, I will never need because I am not a conductor)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we spent much of the day today in the music room&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drew a moustache on Kanishkan's face in Jasmine's yearbook(he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;totally&lt;/span&gt; gave me the idea).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my flats cut me =( IDK how but they did&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;apparently I need "to sleep more."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I did not see Harleen once today, and that was awesome.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been getting a lot of emails and it's hard to keep track because most of them are forwards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what else I should put xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh and I'll do the poll next week. Sorry guys =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7596252510126352776?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7596252510126352776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7596252510126352776&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7596252510126352776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7596252510126352776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohmygosh-like-its-me.html' title='Ohmygosh, like, it&apos;s me!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-3788287703291992523</id><published>2009-06-22T17:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:47:06.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Note Of Graduation...</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: Graduation Songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Excited&lt;br /&gt;Music:If you can't figure this out by the end of the post, I revoke your license to having a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param value="http://youtube.com/v/sftymVyLb-Q" name="movie"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://youtube.com/v/sftymVyLb-Q" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is my graduation song, what's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, you're not allowed to say that stupid graduation song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-3788287703291992523?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3788287703291992523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=3788287703291992523&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3788287703291992523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3788287703291992523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-note-of-graduation.html' title='On The Note Of Graduation...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7333337127526290201</id><published>2009-06-22T15:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:21:00.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr Bean = Fail.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: I just never thought he was that funny; Last Day Of Classes&lt;br /&gt;Mood: I really don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Music: MMVAs in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the point of the title is that we watched Mr Bean's Holiday in class today and it was so &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's some other stuff that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;we got our report cards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;we got yearbooks and I look half decent! YEAH! Believe me that is no small feat, I look awful in photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a lot of people in our class played soccer basically all afternoon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uh...yeah I don't really remember much xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The Poll Of The Week will be delayed, most likely, due to the fact that tomorrow is graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S GONNA BE SO AWESOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7333337127526290201?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7333337127526290201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7333337127526290201&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7333337127526290201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7333337127526290201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-bean-fail.html' title='Mr Bean = Fail.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7652432846180352636</id><published>2009-06-20T17:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:25:49.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Like Blogging....About What, I Do Not Know.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: To Blog or Not To Blog, That Is The Question.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hungry and my hair is wet.&lt;br /&gt;Music: You And Me by Lifehouse--clarinet version(they have some really good clarinet covers over on Youtube, and the best part is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; of them come with notes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, all day I've been in the mood to blog, but I don't really know what to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I like the song Paranoid by the Jonas Brothers...help me! Although, I also like Bittersweet Symphony by The Verve...this guy in my class posted a video tutorial on how to play it on piano and then I remembered the song existed xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh...I'm really excited for Monday because we get report cards and yearbooks, and then I'm also excited for Tuesday because of grad and something about a surprise(BTW if you're reading this, feel better or else. I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE. :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and also on Monday there's Anonymous's plan. So we'll finally find out what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the Much Music Video Awards, and it's going to suck because the Jonas Brothers are hosting it. But oh well, it starts when I go to bed so I don't really care. Also, does anyone find it weird that the theme of the MMVAs is "get naked" and all that, but the co-hosts are the purity-ring-wearing, abstinence-promoting Jonas Brothers? I'm just saying. Plus the theme never really made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM ALERT: LINKIN PARK FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm thinking of doing some Youtube stuff. I mean, since I'm not supposed to put my face on the 'net due to stalkers and my parents, I'd just put some stuff in Movie Maker. Lyric videos and such. Just for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghazal thinks I'm crazy for not being able to wait until Tuesday. But really, I can't! Even if I am getting my hopes up, I have something to look forward to which distracts me from my end of the year depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5lmc_RBiT1c&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;the best part of believe is the "lie."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, guys, now that you've seen the random side of me, what shall I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7652432846180352636?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7652432846180352636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7652432846180352636&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7652432846180352636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7652432846180352636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-feel-like-bloggingabout-what-i-do-not.html' title='I Feel Like Blogging....About What, I Do Not Know.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-2882819043520986887</id><published>2009-06-19T19:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:26:23.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Random List Of...My Twins</title><content type='html'>Mood: &amp;lt;3 (Sorry Ghazal, I swear I'm not doing this to annoy you) Music: Love Lockdown(cover) by Patrick Stump  Yeah, so recently I've realized that a lot of people are my twins in one form in another... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Caulin- of course he's first, he's my New Mexican twin who I talk about a lot when we talk about blogging :P We both love the same music and we basically have the same tastes in a lot of stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ian- Ian and Caulin are a lot like each other in that they both enjoy hugging me...and me in general =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dev- Me, Dev, and Arlene all had McDonald's last night...this makes us triplets, I believe. And she gets moved up &lt;strike&gt;because she made me do it&lt;/strike&gt; because she introduced me to Caulin, and we nerd together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arlene- We have the same answers to everything xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kavita- I remember the beginning of the year when Kavita said I was way too similar to her. So technically this makes her my twin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Derek- twin by default because he's Rose's twin. Not so comfortable with this. Besides, incest, she screamed. And in reality the only thing Derek and I really have in common is that we're both Guyanese and in the same class, and we both like KFC macaroni salad. Prove me wrong.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kanishkan- because people think we look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ghazal-we're surgically attached/Siamese twins. Durr(best for last :D)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And there you have it, my list of twins!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-2882819043520986887?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/2882819043520986887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=2882819043520986887&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/2882819043520986887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/2882819043520986887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/very-random-list-ofmy-twins.html' title='Very Random List Of...My Twins'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6808979055925191606</id><published>2009-06-19T15:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:31:06.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Not Pregnant.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Curious and impatient.&lt;br /&gt;Music: You and Me by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so first of all, my mp3 player is scratched. NOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the explanation for the title:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird things are happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm constantly hungry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I smell things that aren't there&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have mood swings more often than usual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And apparently, all of these are a sign of pregnancy. So now my entire class thinks I'm pregnant and Dev's calling godmother xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was our class party! First in the morning we had grad rehearsal, and we were pretty ticked off at our science teacher, because he yelled at us for no reason at all just to look cool in front of his class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they gave out the subject awards because there wasn't enough time in the actual graduation ceremony. The people in our class who got awards were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kanishkan for French&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ghazal for History&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dev for Drama&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Derek for Band(no duh...if you didn't see this coming please leave and don't come back...unless you've never met Derek, in which case pleasestayIloveyou.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And it was really funny when they came back, because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kanishkan looked embarrassed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ghazal looked like she was on top of the world(face it, it wouldn't be grad if you didn't win anything!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dev was her usual happy self&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Derek just didn't look like he cared...but of course he did 'cause when he went up he was all happy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Yeah. So we finished just in time for lunch, except all I had for lunch was an apple. When we went outside I got a massive migraine(the sun made it worse). But I played soccer anyways. The worst part was that Derek ran straight into me(migraine, people), and then right after Rose kicked the ball straight into my jaw. And they were both on my team, too. I switched with Bushra after a while, and Ghazal scored a point. This idiot called Navjeet stupid with no real grounds and the two of us were ticked at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch it was the party! (woot) Except, even though I didn't eat anything, I wasn't hungry. In fact, I barely ate anything today. And I wasn't hungry, either. See, this whole pregnancy thing mixed with my end of the year depression=not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, have a freezie. It was white(durr, cream soda flavoured, awesome), so I said "white freezies are awesome!" and then Ghazal and Kanishkan called me whitewashed...again. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then Ghazal stopped, because Derek had a white freezie, and she said "aww, you guys have matching freezies!" and then I pointed out that Rose did too, but apparently since they're "twins" it doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; to get pictures of everyone in our class who got an award, but Derek kept running away. I took one picture of him where he was covering his face with a sweater...it was blurry too. He looked like a hobo on the subway, to me. I'm not saying that to be mean, it's just what the picture looks like. I may upload it, but it's just as likely that I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I told Dev to just take some pictures of everyone, and the first thing she did was get a picture of Derek xD So he came over to me and was going to hit me in the head with his bass if I didn't delete it. So I went to the delete menu, and he walked away. I did delete it, but I teased him that I might not have. And for the rest of the day if I got anywhere near him I had to raise my hands and say "I'm empty handed!" I did get a video of him playing his bass while Miss Dias sand Stand By Me(he let me do that much), but a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certain teacher&lt;/span&gt; ruined it by asking me, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;while I was filming&lt;/span&gt;, if I was going to blackmail them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang along to some songs, and we danced, and then we went outside and played soccer again. It was fun. The minute Kanishkan scored the first goal, we had to go inside, though. I think that's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6808979055925191606?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6808979055925191606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6808979055925191606&amp;isPopup=true' title='57 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6808979055925191606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6808979055925191606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-not-pregnant.html' title='I Am Not Pregnant.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>57</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-2003716913426120229</id><published>2009-06-18T15:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:13:43.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Motivation</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Awful.&lt;br /&gt;Music: False Pretense by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so first of all, don't take this post as me going emo, plz&amp;amp;thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But recently, even though I should be really happy, I don't feel motivated to do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;. It's like depression, but not(hopefully)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proof:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can only stand to listen to about 4 songs at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm really tired....all the time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been getting nonstop headaches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People irritate me more easily than usual&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm a lot more sarcastic and generally bitchy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I constantly feel like breaking stuff&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a free bar of chocolate today(we all did in French), and I gave it away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I snapped at Harleen because she called me shallow when I knew I shouldn't have responded.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Blech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-2003716913426120229?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/2003716913426120229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=2003716913426120229&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/2003716913426120229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/2003716913426120229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/losing-motivation.html' title='Losing Motivation'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5929580525539913446</id><published>2009-06-18T09:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T09:03:18.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SHH!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: Hai.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Curious.&lt;br /&gt;Music: The B-Town Drummers Video Playing In The Background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in school with another free block! w00t!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5929580525539913446?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5929580525539913446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5929580525539913446&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5929580525539913446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5929580525539913446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/shh.html' title='SHH!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-4230746311420139890</id><published>2009-06-17T17:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:31:12.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandarin!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sleepy. Rose was right.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Dead On Arrival by Fall Out Boy (gah, whenever I decide I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; this song and everything and everyone related to it, I start liking it again. Yes, this is a metaphor for something. Guess what it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say Rose was right, I mean she told me Mandarin food makes you sleepy and now &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/xxorganizedmess/status/2212830426"&gt;I am a sleepy insomniac&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today was our trip to Mandarin. Here's a list of some of the stuff that happened. I think this one will be shorter, but I might be jinxing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the bus we played Truth or Dare and Derek, Navjeet, and Ghazal tried to make me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sing&lt;/span&gt; and when I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; sing Derek said he couldn't hear me...like it's not my fault you're sitting three rows in front of me on a moving bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Navjeet phails at Truth Or Dare.(if you're here, which I bet you are, I still &amp;lt;3 you. You just won't do anything.) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We dared Ghazal to put pepper on all of her food...didn't work out so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We dared Derek not to act high all day and he said it was "against the laws of nature" which apparently means the laws of nature do not apply because he was in a trance all day and barely spoke. Or moved. I don't even think he was breathing.&lt;br /&gt;^^I made some weird observations related to that, but they aren't meant for your eyes :P Unless you are a very close IRL friend of mine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Navjeet made me switch seats with her because she was across from Derek, and so for basically the first time EVER I wasn't next to Ghazal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I told Navjeet she was stealing my best friend(face it, me and Ghazal are practically surgically attached)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grape ice cream.&lt;/span&gt; No I did not have any. I tried the Cappucino flavoured ice cream and it was OK, but Cookies and Cream was even better =D OMG I'm turning into Cookie Monster.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Since Ian's birthday is coming up and it was another girl's birthday recently, they got cake.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ian tried to eat a cookie with chopsticks. Think things couldn't get weirder? Next he tried to drink water with them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Navjeet tried to pick up her fortune cookie with the chopsticks, and failed miserably. It was funnier when Derek reached over, took the chopsticks, and picked the cookie up himself, as without saying a word.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My fortune cookie said "a dream might come true."  So since two days ago I had a dream about her getting together with a certain individual who remained in a trance for the day, I said "aww, congratulations, Ghazal!" She tried to make Kanishkan stab me with his chopsticks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kanishkan and I had a chopstick fight outside. I hit his head xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On our way back we passed Navjeet's street, she told me where she lives and I'm her stalker now :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned from Ian the three proper uses of chopsticks: eating utensils, hair accessories, and weapons of mass annoyance. I choose the last one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then there was some stuff that happened that I either can't tell you or forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-4230746311420139890?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4230746311420139890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=4230746311420139890&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4230746311420139890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4230746311420139890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/mandarin.html' title='Mandarin!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8694617400771848681</id><published>2009-06-17T17:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:21:07.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poll.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: I Couldn't Think Of Another One.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Stuffed...too much food xD&lt;br /&gt;Music:Pieces by Sum 41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really couldn't think of a poll this week...in fact, it's a day late and I still don't know as I'm typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are last week's results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linkin Park, of course, won by a landslide(half of the ten votes...you do the math)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In second place was Panic(!) At The Disco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in third place was a tie between Fall Out Boy, The All-American Rejects, and Marianas Trench. Though I'm curious as to who voted for them(MT, I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week's poll: Grade my Blog. I'm feeling that unoriginal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8694617400771848681?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8694617400771848681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8694617400771848681&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8694617400771848681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8694617400771848681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-poll.html' title='New Poll.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8514175164683136543</id><published>2009-06-16T15:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:26:32.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Carnival!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired!&lt;br /&gt;Music: When I Get Home, You're So Dead by Mayday Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the Carnival. I don't remember what happened in order, so here's a fancy little bulleted list of things that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; happen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We found out that Ghazal &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; alive xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we went outside, Rose and Ghazal wanted to go on something which I do not know the name of, and I was watching their stuff, and I saw Derek and Kanishkan do this platform fighting thing. So basically what ended up happening is Kanishkan jumped on Derek's platform and hitting Derek(with this stick thing? Damn me not knowing the names of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;), and Derek backflipped straight out of the ring(box?). Then he came out laughing like a drunk person. (on second thought, please omit the word "like" from that sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rose lost to Ghazal on the thing they went on(mostly due to my encouragement: "BEAT THE DUMB BLONDE!" xD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bet Navjeet 50 cents I would win on an obstacle course. Didn't work out so well--I fell at the last minute.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rose got her phone confiscated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While waiting for Rose to finish Rock Climbing, Ghazal and I went around the whole school yard like, 6 times...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On one of those rounds, we did an obstacle course where you had to soak a sponge, hula hoop 5 times, and then squeeze the sponge in the bucket at the other side. We won even though Mr. Zuberi cheated and stepped on Ghazal's hula hoop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We played "Kiss, Date, or Marry" and Truth or Dare...I found out some weird things but what happens in the circle stays in the circle, unfortunately. We did, however, have the best popcorn &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went and sat with Jameson, Kanishkan, Derek, Box, and a couple of girls in my class and did nothing, then Derek and Kanishkan made us all go on the Human Foosball thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They kidnapped Ghazal and Cookie Monster to make them go on. Cookie Monster was freaked out because Derek's hand was on her arm. Then she ran away, and Derek caught her and stole her string bag. Then she freaked out because she couldn't get it back, and kicked him, then he chased her again. We decided to go on later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All this time I was lying under a tree with my head on his and Ghazal's stringbags, and he pulled his out from right under my head and it hurt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then I tried to help Cookie Monster get her bag back, which didn't work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we decided to go on the foosball thing(again), and my team phailed. I argued with Box over who was more annoying. I won by bringing up how I was totally boring compared to this other guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went back under the tree and talked about random stuff like how our class is going to Mandarin tomorrow(and this other stupid class is going with us -.-). Navjeet left with Ghazal, Rose, and Cookie Monster, and I had to hold Cookie Monster's stringbag for sakekeeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Derek got up and when he came back he basically dove back to where he was sitting and he broke the decoration on my jeans so whenever I put something in my pocket it scratches me. (Derek if you're reading this you owe me a pair of jeans :P or $20. Either way I'm happy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then he left for an orthodontist appointment so when Navjeet came back I said"your boyfriend went to the orthodontist!" because Derek thinks Navjeet likes him xD and we had a water/grass fight...and eventually Ghazal got water all over Kanishkan too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I told everyone about how I had a dream where Ghazal and Derek were together, and Box said that all of us girls were jealous of Ghazal(because apparently she was thinking "oh shoot, they're on to us!"), and then I said, "no but maybe Kanishkan is!" And Kanishkan only heard half the conversation so he didn't get it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In truth there are at least 5 girls in our school who like him...which is weird because, well, he's Derek. Pyromaniac terrorist=likeable?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We reminisced over last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I forget what else happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We stood in line for freezies for 10 minutes. When we got there, they ran out. Cliche but true.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Did I miss anything?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8514175164683136543?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8514175164683136543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8514175164683136543&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8514175164683136543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8514175164683136543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/carnival.html' title='The Carnival!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7246757780038063213</id><published>2009-06-15T17:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:31:45.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest Of My Day.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: I was born at the best time ever.&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Hungry even though I just ate.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Don't Trust Me by 3OH!3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so the reason that I'm listening to Don't Trust Me is because my mom just told me that I was born at exactly 3:03 AM. Kind of frickin' awesome if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so the rest of my day, save for the Thinkbowl thing went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I left the house and realized that instead of faded green, my door and garage were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;navy blue&lt;/span&gt;. Now I knew that my dad had painted the door over the weekend, but I was told it was going to be dark grey. Now it just looks stupid. But I didn't outright say that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I went to school(NO REALLY?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First we had science. For most of the block we did nothing, then we were gonna watch Obsessed but it didn't work, so we just did more of nothing. Then the teacher made us read an email he got and it was in patwa(broken English, otherwise known as Jamaican when it sort of isn't 'cause all kinds of people from the West Indies used it). At first I thought it was from 8G1's math teacher, then I realized it was from our LA teacher, and it was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn scary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we had Math and we did math. Yay. Oh, and Ghazal thought I got a haircut and Renesmee really liked my hair, even though all I did was straighten it, and I must say, it looks rather damn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we had Character Ed, where, uh...I forget what we did, who wants to help me? Honestly that block like, disappeared from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we had Social Studies but instead we watched a video on "10 things not to do at a job interview" and it was quite entertaining. Then Derek was throwing pens at Ghazal, then he started throwing them at me, then I hit him with one, then he threw it at me and missed. It was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then it was lunch. We ate, and then we found out that the choir was having a party in our  room, and since there are, I think, two guys in the choir(one is SBoy), they all decided to watch Twilight. And it was awful because while we ate we had to sit through it and the teacher got mad at us for complaining. And I noticed: Edward gets up BEFORE the bell rings. He's supposed to get up WHILE the bell rings. Is it really that hard?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we went outside, played word association, and whenever Ghazal said "Derek," something bad happens(no idea what she was saying it for, but when she did, she kicked a tree and stubbed her toe). It was funny. Oh and whenever we mentioned him he would run past(they were playing football as usual), and it was so funny, 'cause I kept saying "speak of the devil...I mean that quite literally." But I am technically obliged to tell you that I was only kidding. Because if I don't say that, he and Anonymous will get all ticked off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we had gym, and we were supposed to be trying to set records. Renesmee set one for 66 backwards jumps, and I was going to beat it, but my legs felt like jelly for some reason and I stopped at 45 or 46, and when I came back the record changed to 150 and I was like, "uh...no." And then Ian set a record for boys' hula hooping because no guy had dared try it. He got 1 minute and 55 seconds, which kind of sucks because the girls' is 1 hour 39 minutes, but hey, at least he gets his name on the announcements, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we had French and the Thinkbowl thing happened, then we had to present our French magazines(ours was quite awesome). We went first, and Derek kept pretending he was going to throw his shoe at me (he claims that I'm "George Bush." Like, c'mon, first Hitler's wife and now George Bush? Get a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grip&lt;/span&gt;!). Then they went up, and I think he was kind of drunk, and when they came back he tried to figure out how to say &lt;a href="http://www.google.ca/search?hl=en&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;hs=gdz&amp;amp;defl=en&amp;amp;q=define:infidel&amp;amp;ei=H8A2SsemD4rwMp_b2JYK&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=glossary_definition&amp;amp;ct=title"&gt;infidel&lt;/a&gt; in French.(hint: he's been calling me that all of last week)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then it was LA and we presented our poems. W00t.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I came home, Sonia and I went to pick up our sisters, and we started talking about school, and I threw a ziploc bag in the garbage can, and something possessed her to say that Derek could be hiding in the garbage can(no, I don't know either), and I actually had to check. It was hilarious.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sister went to Playdium today, and now she's obsessed with going.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;That's about it for today...although I think I'm missing something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7246757780038063213?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7246757780038063213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7246757780038063213&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7246757780038063213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7246757780038063213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/rest-of-my-day.html' title='The Rest Of My Day.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-1002289363364810233</id><published>2009-06-15T14:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:14:24.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Ticked off.&lt;br /&gt;Music: When I Get Home, You're So Dead by Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; post later. But I have to get this out before I pick up my sister or I'll kersplode on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that Thinkbowl thing I did(I didn't blog about it but whatever)? Well, it turns out that getting second place means we get to go to the finals! Yay? Uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finals are on the day of the grad barbeque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was fine with me, because I knew that my parents would understand. Hell, when I got the permission form I ripped it into little pieces and threw it in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why should I be ticked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the teacher is basically forcing me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked if I was going and I said no,  because I'd talked with my mom and decided that I did not want to miss the barbeque(I left out that the Thinkbowl is boring as hell). He asked why, I said it was one of my last chances to be with my friends. Then he says I have four more(carnival, Playdium, grad, and...I forget.). That's not the point though! For some of these people, it'll be the last time I ever see them, and he wants me to go to the stupid competition, which he said himself he didn't want to go to in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then he leaves, comes back, shows me JAMESON'S form(Jameson you liar you said you weren't going!), and says he's calling my mom. For serious? I already told you we made a joint decision that I was not going, and you're going to effing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;call&lt;/span&gt; her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the part that ticks me off the most is that my mom might say yes to shut him up, then where am I gonna get a permission form from?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and did I mention, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;payed&lt;/span&gt; for the Barbeque, and it was together with actual grad, so the only way to get my money back is to not graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go break stuff. (pfft, I wish)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-1002289363364810233?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/1002289363364810233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=1002289363364810233&amp;isPopup=true' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1002289363364810233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1002289363364810233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/blech.html' title='Blech.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6487034909818486076</id><published>2009-06-12T18:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:31:59.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Aisha!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sad, but not as much as everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Red Flag by Billy Talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first off I'm kind of ticked because this computer is the slowest piece of junk EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so is the other one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways that--UGH, again with the damn apostrophe key. Anyways, that is not the main reason for my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a very sporadic(love that word) day. First we had double science, where we did grade nine math. It was awful. I got the question wrong because I forgot to check it(it was algebra), and then the teacher tried explaining the question and nobody really understood it. Well, actually, some of it was easy, and then the teacher said that the only kid who probably understood it was this kid in the back, which I think is kind of stupid because up till that point I'd gotten every single question right, I'd just done it a different(and easier) way. Blech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that we had Social Studies, where Derek and Kanishkan had (thankfully) decided to return to their original seats. I was going to as well, but then this guy was sitting there. Not that I'm complaining. Except Ian came and took Derek's job of kicking my chair. Luckily, he didn't almost knock down the shelf in doing so(guess who did). Social Studies was math instead, and we took up a sheet, did the other side of it, and then the teacher explained the math in a way that made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we had LA. I forget if anything eventful happened this blog(it's LA, gosh..), but I remember I wrote Aisha a letter about how much I would miss her and such, and Alice drew a headless cat. I think she put the head on though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was lunch! First, we put our stuff away, then we went to 8G1, signed the poster on Aisha's locker, and joined their party. It was fun, but nobody ate their own lunch xD It was all cake, freezies, and brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went outside. Jameson and I played word association(I think we got up to wakeboarding...), and we all just hung out. I screamed "FAIL!" quite a few times, because the guys seemed to have lost their edge when it comes too football. And then we were talking about someone's obsession with someone, and the football went soaring past us and the second someone went to grab it, and I was like, "speak of the devil!" and I think he may have heard me. Oops(double oops...I got caught saying something I first read in Twilight). It was really funny though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we had math, where instead we watched a video on Planets(Fridays we always watch a video in math or SS). Actually, we watched a few, trying to find one that wasn't boring or two years long. The first was by a company called "Green Flash" or something, which reminded Ghazal of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avada Kedavra&lt;/span&gt; and the second was by "Squibs" or something. So I was like "Oh my GOD!" (very loudly...hey, the point &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needed&lt;/span&gt; to be emphasized) and then I went back to reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Tales of Beedle the Bard&lt;/span&gt;, which Jameson had so graciously lent me(actually I think it was an excuse to get rid of it o.0).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we had drama. We listened to a really funny story, then we were supposed to get into groups and work on a skit on anything related to being 13(I laughed so hard when the teacher said religion...so did Ghazal). Our group was me, Ghazal, Rose, Derek, and Kanishkan, and Ghazal and Kanishkan wanted to do something related to the whole Person X drama. But then Ghazal and I told Derek about Person X's stalker tendencies, and try as he might to look nonchalant(like he didn't care, for those who bug me about using big words) as usual, he honestly seemed mortified. But I'm at a loss as to what we can do to help him. Suggestions welcome(you know, I had some ideas but they only work when I get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;emails back&lt;/span&gt;...hint hint, if you're reading this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that we had music. We basically chilled and took pictures and stuff, and then the Vice Principal came in to give Aisha the Principal's Award! It was kind of cool. A few of the teachers talked about how awesome she was, and then the VP asked if any students wanted to say anything, and I was the first one. I said that Aisha was the first person I met in our school who is still my friend today, and although she knows everything, she still tries to fly with the wind. Then I explained that I literally meant standing with her back to the wind with her arms stretched out in an attempt to fly. Then it was all a blur of hugs and tears.(I did not cry, but that is probably because we are going to the same school next year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the day ended and as much as we wanted to walk with Aisha to the bus, Cookie Monster and I had to leave...fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is it for now, I am off to eat something and fix my damn apostrophe key problem(which keeps happening on and off). Oh and Dev is back from Quebec, which is PWNSOME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6487034909818486076?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6487034909818486076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6487034909818486076&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6487034909818486076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6487034909818486076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/bye-aisha.html' title='Bye Aisha!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5990063211203275382</id><published>2009-06-11T17:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:15:37.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another rant on everything...</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: Will Anonymous show up here this time?&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Rantish...as usual when I write these posts.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Camisado by Panic At The Disco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder if Ghazal's still obsessed with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, ranting away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, during dinner, I mentioned something about my report card, and my mom said "it better be all A's." I'm not sure what I said at that point, but she said something about how at the meeting for the gifted program, they said that I had to get all A's or go to summer school. By the way that she said it I wasn't sure if she meant this year or next, but it sounded like this year. Then she goes off about how I had a whole semester to up my LA grade(only B that I got), and so I said "Well, it's not like he's[the teacher] going to help, I mean, we've done one assignment all term, basically."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said "well what did you get on it?" And I said "I don't know, whenever someone asks he doesn't say!" and then she goes off about how &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; should ask because I need to "advocate for myself." And so I got ticked off and started explaining about how if everyone asks the question, why would he tell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; the answer when he hates me, and why would I make an idiot of myself, but she wouldn't let me finish saying that I was "assuming" and that she "understood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you know the whole door-slamming finger-smashing incident? Well, there's this bruise(durr), and of course, it hurts when you touch it cuz it keeps getting hit. As it usually is with me and injuries. So I iced it, and when my mom came home she kept poking the bruise and I would go "OW!" and she thinks it's broken. So I took the liberty of looking up "how to tell if your finger is broken." Here's what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;bending in strange directions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;swollen A LOT&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;deep red or purple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hurts like hell(exact words of everyone) all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So let's see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My finger only moves one way...the way it's supposed to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's only swollen a little..and not even near the bruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's not red OR purple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And it only hurts when you touch the stupid bruise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;SO IT'S NOT BROKEN, GOSH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's Harleen(meh), and the fact that Derek won't stop putting his feet on my chair(but I made a deal with him...)(plus everything with him is reverse, we used to email and not talk, now we sort of talk and don't email..I'm just saying it's odd), and the fact that this week went by waaay too fast and that we only have 14 days until we never see each other again, and the fact that Aisha is leaving tomorrow and I can't draw Pon and Zi anymore so I can't make her a card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and all week I've been hungry no matter what I eat,  and I've been real irritable for the last couple of weeks(if you haven't noticed please raise your hand).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my keyboard keeps effing up in Blogger. But you know, that's the least of my problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5990063211203275382?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5990063211203275382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5990063211203275382&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5990063211203275382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5990063211203275382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-rant-on-everything.html' title='Another rant on everything...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7889229233236411890</id><published>2009-06-10T18:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:47:34.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff to do!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Hungrylazy and tired and confused and anticipating and wishfulthinkingly.&lt;br /&gt;Music:When I Get Home You're So Dead by Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today in bullets:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had gym. We played soccer. I actually stole the ball from the teacher! YAY! And I was close to scoring but my kick angled a bit too much. Kanishkan scored every goal for our team except I think one. We called him the Wayne Gretzky of soccer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we had LA and I wrote some of my speech. I'll go work on it after.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we had French and I didn't really do anything because my group was done working, Navjeet and I went around the whole first floor of the school looking for a dry erase marker...twice. Finally we got one. So I wrote the names of the Student of the Month on the chart paper and put a happy face next to our names. (If anyone else wanted one I would have done it, I think I gave Ian one because he did ask but I may have forgot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Navjeet and I were late for Social Studies due to the aforementioned incident. When I got there Derek had his stupid feet on my chair(I get the feeling that for the next two days I'll be sharing my chair), and we talked about how Germany caused both World Wars. Derek insisted that I'm Hitler's wife in some re-something that has to do with the Lightning Thief(which I remember being boring but if someone wants to lend me the first book I'll totally read it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then it was lunch. We ate and Miss Dias told us something about our Mandarin trip, and we went to the music room. I mimicked how a certain person stared at Derek when she walked into the room and had to fight back laughter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then I figured out two more bars of "Breaking The Habit" (on piano, right hand), and played some of "In The End." Then I learned that one of my friends knows who LP is, which surprised me a little.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we had Drama and we played this Word Association game which frequently got messed up and we all laughed when Rose said "Italian Sausages."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we went to science, found out we switched to French, then went outside since we'd already had French. We all watched Derek, Kavita, and Ghazal play Word Association(Derek kept making it violent/drug/anime related -.-) and I was the person who told people what to say when they were stuck.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we had Social Studies and Ghazal literally kicked her chair out from under Kanishkan's feet. We guessed at the math(mostly) and still got them all right(OK I got two wrong shut up I was guessing remember?). Then it was the end of the day and we went home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Now I have to work on my speech, and play my piano. That last one of my own free will--I'm not trained or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7889229233236411890?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7889229233236411890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7889229233236411890&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7889229233236411890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7889229233236411890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/stuff-to-do.html' title='Stuff to do!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8961276676753783328</id><published>2009-06-09T19:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:21:13.897-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So, What's Your Favourite Band?</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:New Poll;Poll Of The Week&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Meh.&lt;br /&gt;Music: I Hate Everything About You by Three Days Grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of week again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess the question should be, what's your favourite band of my favourite bands, but that makes me sound selfish xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, the winners of the poll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In third place, with two votes(out of 15):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LUIGI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In second place, with three votes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KOOPA TROOPA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In first place, with four votes, the one, the only, the awful (:P)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toad. w00t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto the new poll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The options are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linkin Park&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Panic At The Disco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fall Out Boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All American Rejects&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marianas Trench&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paramore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our Lady Peace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So get voting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8961276676753783328?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8961276676753783328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8961276676753783328&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8961276676753783328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8961276676753783328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-whats-your-favourite-band.html' title='So, What&apos;s Your Favourite Band?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8581612201045571026</id><published>2009-06-09T09:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:47:40.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>-poke-</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Bored.&lt;br /&gt;Music: In The End by Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHH! I'm in school!&lt;br /&gt;(but don't worry, I have permission...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'm bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8581612201045571026?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8581612201045571026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8581612201045571026&amp;isPopup=true' title='58 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8581612201045571026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8581612201045571026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/poke.html' title='-poke-'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>58</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-758910054361799072</id><published>2009-06-08T19:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:47:12.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so weird!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Weirded out&lt;br /&gt;Music:When I Get Home, You're So Dead by Mayday Parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think I can sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just..well, it's weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Navjeet(aka Ride Buddy :P), then Ian, then Aisha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's WEIRD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't stop singing even though I know I'm no good at it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-758910054361799072?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/758910054361799072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=758910054361799072&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/758910054361799072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/758910054361799072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-so-weird.html' title='It&apos;s so weird!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-3330170894891503606</id><published>2009-06-07T20:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T19:39:38.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comment Challenge!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:Gah, I'm Bored.&lt;br /&gt;Mood:None(does that make sense, or would it make more sense to say that I have so many emotions that they all cancel each other out?)&lt;br /&gt;Music:Never Again by The Midway State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, let me say that I think it's weird that the Jonas Brothers are hosting the MMVA's(Much Music Video Awards) when the theme is a bunch of naked people. Just saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the point of this post is that I have another column thing, but this one's going to be every Sunday :P Maybe soon I'll have enough that I'll have to post every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this one is called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Comment Challenge!&lt;/span&gt; Basically I'll post a challenge every week like, every comment in this post must be an alliteration(most of the words start with the same letter except for things like "and" and "it" etc.). And then I'll give you a topic if you're stuck for something to say. Then every comment on the post must have that criteria(but it doesn't necessarily have to be about the topic if you don't want).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's theme is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every comment must be in haiku format.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A haiku is a Japanese form of poetry. The first line is five syllables, the second line is seven syllables, and the final line is five syllables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation topic is: Epic Phailure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep things interesting, there'll be a points system. It'll work like this: for every comment you post which fits the criteria, you'll get a point. At the end of the month the person with the most points(added together from every week) will get a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Huge Prize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For things to run smoothly, you cannot comment twice in a row. That would be too easy, no? And also Anonymous postings do not count, what would I do if there were a hundred Anonymous people commenting like insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Points So Far:&lt;br /&gt;Caulin-3&lt;br /&gt;Micah-1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-3330170894891503606?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3330170894891503606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=3330170894891503606&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3330170894891503606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3330170894891503606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/comment-challenge.html' title='The Comment Challenge!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7760088298835427803</id><published>2009-06-07T12:54:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:47:54.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back! (-dance-)</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: It's as much a surprise to you as it is to me.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Hungry, even though I just ate.&lt;br /&gt;Music:Memory by Sugarcult(I'm not actually listening to it though -.- my mp3 battery died and it won't play and charge at the same time and it didn't charge overnight like it should have =/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I should mention that I did change my vote on the poll. I randomly decided that I would play with Koopa Troopa in Battle Mode, and I got 27 coins in one round(which means I shall not play with my Mii anymore xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so yeah, I'm back. Apparently we were only staying a couple hours, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nobody bothered making sure that I knew!&lt;/span&gt; So I was prepared to stay in the armchair and read until really late, and at 7:40 my mom said "Jess, you gonna use the washroom?" and I said, "No, I'm good," and she said "Well it's a long ride home," so I was like "WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things that happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom ate breakfast in the car and was genius enough to bring a regular bowl instead of a paper one. When she was done she put it in the back, so I rode with what used to be a bowl of eggs next to my feet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the way my mom told my dad to let me get an ice capp, because she saw nothing wrong with it and I wanted one :P He agreed without even fighting and my mom mentioned how I was such a good girl and I could have gotten one on Friday but I didn't and such...heh, heh. I didn't feel too bad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom called the Fantastic Four the "Incredible Four."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we got into town I saw this guy who looked &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; like Caulin. It was funny, though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we got there I just read the whole time. Didn't even move. I honestly stayed in the armchair for, like, 3 hours straight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the way back I had a salad with bacon in it. As you all know, I hate bacon. I only ate it because a)it was covered in dressing and b)I knew I'd laugh about it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And now I shall go do my French and maybe some of my LA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, one more thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three new alltime favourite songs(yes, they overpower Dead on Arrival xD) In no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Memory by Sugarcult &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6_zwuWyZv0E"&gt;[listen]&lt;/a&gt; Ian told me this song was in a video game, which is kinda cool, because I could picture it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sure Thing Falling by Yellowcard &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lus7CKjm3G4"&gt;[listen]&lt;/a&gt; It is important to note that I found this song way before Harleen knew about them(though I'm not sure why that's important...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dead End Countdown by The New Cities &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cCQi4BPYqc4"&gt;[listen]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Yeah, I'm pretty sure that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7760088298835427803?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7760088298835427803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7760088298835427803&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7760088298835427803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7760088298835427803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-back-dance.html' title='I&apos;m back! (-dance-)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-1407622931455171260</id><published>2009-06-06T13:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:15:51.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Ticked Off.&lt;br /&gt;Music:None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my parents RANDOMLY decided we're going to the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problems?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's two and a half hours a way. We're not ready in the slightest. It is not about 1:20, so we won't even get there until past four. Not factoring in the stops.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're going there to "open it up," meaning all we're going to get to do is watch our parents do work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, and help my sister catch frogs. Lovely, huh?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm going to be bored out of my head with nothing to do while you guys all have each other.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I flipping hate nature.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BLEARGH.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EDIT: Oh, I don't know how I'm gonna do the French, Dev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-1407622931455171260?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/1407622931455171260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=1407622931455171260&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1407622931455171260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1407622931455171260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-3543091886637031734</id><published>2009-06-05T17:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:50:12.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Shoutbox!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:New Stuffs!&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Like a postage stamp. No clue what that means.&lt;br /&gt;Music:Dead End Countdown by The New Cities. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/xxorganizedmess/status/2048191430"&gt;[click for details]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a shoutbox site that seems to be better than the one I was using before. It's a lot better looking for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've got a new layout, all thanks to &lt;a href="http://buzz.blogger.com/2009/06/spruce-up-your-blog.html"&gt;the new post on Blogger Buzz&lt;/a&gt;. Blogger has no clue how helpful that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget, I have a writing blog, &lt;a href="http://xxorganizedmess.wordpress.com/"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt;. I dunno if I posted it yet. Anyways, all my GOOD writing will go on here. I'm trying to remember a story intro I wrote a few years back, and I'll get that up whenever I remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is it was about Harry Potter and the Marauders meets present day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, reactions! I actually want to hear if you like my posts. So click "Yay," "Nay," or "IDK," and I will love you more than I already do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of hearing from you, in the comments let me know what I could do better, more of, less of, or stop doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Fixed broken link. I seem to be editing a lot today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-3543091886637031734?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3543091886637031734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=3543091886637031734&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3543091886637031734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3543091886637031734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/return-of-shoutbox.html' title='Return of the Shoutbox!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-8449107375947000648</id><published>2009-06-05T17:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:50:40.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Random List Of...Reasons I'm Crazy.(as if you didn't need more proof)</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:VRLO #4&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Very Random.&lt;br /&gt;Music:Dead End Countdown by The New Cities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meaning to do this one for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make 4 wishes at 11:11.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Every time I find a penny, I give it to Kanishkan. I currently still owe him $4.93.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remember really stupid things. If it's important I'm bound to forget it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I tell people things that I read, I tell them the way it was written. So if was written in science talk, I'll tell them in science talk. This gets people to look at me weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I talk to people, I tend to talk to myself halfway through.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm embarrassed to ask who's noticed that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I receive news, I go into a form of shock that makes me act really stupid for a while(depending on what the news is). Then I regret it and realize how stupid I was acting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate being told what to do. It makes me want to break stuff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have anger issues(NO REALLY)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm only lazy when I'm hungry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't know what else to put here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-8449107375947000648?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/8449107375947000648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=8449107375947000648&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8449107375947000648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/8449107375947000648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/very-random-list-ofreasons-im-crazyas.html' title='Very Random List Of...Reasons I&apos;m Crazy.(as if you didn&apos;t need more proof)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-1115519629680879896</id><published>2009-06-05T16:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:08:22.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:Awesome day.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Tired.&lt;br /&gt;Music: Sure Thing Falling by Yellowcard(how the hell does Harleen know who these guys are? But she's right...they're better than Rise Against. Ew I admitted her rightness. Now I look immature..there's nothing wrong with agreeing with people you can't stand once in a while.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So our road trip was today, and it was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLIPPING AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to school and we got this French assignment, and I was supposed to read part of it out loud and I said the numbers in English by accident.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During all this, Rose and I listened to Dead End Countdown on my mp3 player(I found out she liked it, and our teacher didn't mind since we were leaving)(I'm obsessed with it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went outside to wait for the buses, and for some reason Jameson and Ian kept following me going "tap tap tap tap tap" and I ran away and Jameson got tired waaaaay easily.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I let everyone listen to the Llama Song and they all laughed at it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I danced to the Llama Song. o.0&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I freaked out about dancing to the Llama Song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends wondered how the heck you could dance to the Llama Song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/llama"&gt;This is the Llama Song.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I sat next to Navjeet on the bus.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We listened to the Llama song.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Then we talked about, well, I forget.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first show sucked because it was all confusing and the gym was tiny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But we saw Aisha's sister =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We went to lunch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had an hour to eat at this plaza, which had a McDonalds, Boston Pizza, Baskin Robbins, A&amp;amp;W, Tim Horton's, and some other places(I think)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We all wanted McDonalds, but even though they were warned a week before that we were coming, they and their smart selves were closed for renovation except for the Drive Thru.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dev and Ian walked through the Drive Thru while we went to Tim Horton's.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got an ice cappuccino and a bagel with butter.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We teased Harleen about the guy she likes being at a table behind her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She blatantly lied.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rose and I went to Baskin Robbins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On the way, we met up with a couple of guys from band. I told one of them I liked his Youtube video, and he told me that Derek said I was cussing him off and that the video was stupid. So I told him Derek was stupid and the only reason I cussed him off was because he was being a hypocrite(Derek, I mean)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rose's phone rang, and she didn't answer(which provided a way awesome soundtrack to our walking)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While it was ringing, we saw Derek on his phone, realized who was calling, and laughed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got our ice cream.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rose dared me to put ice capp on my ice cream. I did(for one spoonful). It was waaaaaaaay sweet. Terrible, terrible, terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We heard another guy in band talking about this girl with a really short skirt. People we didn't know stared at him, so we got the hell out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We thought we were gonna miss the bus, but we didn't.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our bus was really late because of some idiots.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The second performance was pwnage. I held my arm up the whole time videotaping, xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We got back to school just in time, and I didn't feel like going home, but obviously I did.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Oh, and every time Harleen lied about something, I started singing "If you lie, you don't deserve to have friends," from Newport Living(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K22qAu5s_Wo"&gt;clickme&lt;/a&gt;) and she gave me a look like she knew exactly what I was talking about. Which she better hope she did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my Ride/Gym/Bus/Everything else except Eating Buddy thinks I can sing. She must be crazy, that's the second time I've heard her say that this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is it for today, I'll update later with my Very Random List Of... and also, how do you like the new layout?(1-10, please)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-1115519629680879896?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/1115519629680879896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=1115519629680879896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1115519629680879896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/1115519629680879896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-6352683541636990392</id><published>2009-06-05T15:24:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:08:30.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:BAND FTW!&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Sad that the awesomeness is over...&lt;br /&gt;Music:Ready, Set, Go! by Tokio Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally found my camera cable. Actually, I found it 15 minutes before I went to bed last night -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are some pictures(actually, only 2...the rest had people and they all specifically told me: NO BLOGS.)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/Sil1NCT1ruI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wFEzOjbUh34/s1600-h/DSC00492.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343931299670634210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/Sil1NCT1ruI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wFEzOjbUh34/s320/DSC00492.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some fountains...I felt bored so I took a picture. You can also see flowers, hedges, and Wonder Mountain(I think that's what it's called :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/Sil1MyMuSgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UVMLO9aPnbQ/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343931295345822210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/Sil1MyMuSgI/AAAAAAAAAHU/UVMLO9aPnbQ/s320/DSC00482.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mah pizza broke. That is the cheese and the crust. If you couldn't tell. To me it looks like pasta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road Trip Stuff coming up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also something weird I heard about at Wonderland: Derek and Kanishkan said they heard weird noises and screaming behind them on the Backlot Stunt Coaster and they went around saying that one of the guys behind them(a guy in band) raped the other guy(another band guy). Weird...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-6352683541636990392?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/6352683541636990392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=6352683541636990392&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6352683541636990392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/6352683541636990392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/Sil1NCT1ruI/AAAAAAAAAHc/wFEzOjbUh34/s72-c/DSC00492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5856440418835912499</id><published>2009-06-04T18:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:16:11.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip Tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:Sorry, no Pictures.; Burning Bridges, Making Wishes.&lt;br /&gt;Mood:A Medley of Emotions&lt;br /&gt;Music:Dead End Countdown by The New Cities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really excited for our Road Trip tomorrow! We're gonna have so much fun. So instead of pictures(sorry guys), I'll update you on what I forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Klockwerks Incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bushra, Jameson, Cookie Monster, and I went on Klockwerks, which looks like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pcwjunkies.com/images/pcw/flatrides/klock/10pcw_kworks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so Cookie Monster and I were in one cart thingy, and Bushra and Jameson were right in front of us. So we were talking before the ride started, and suddenly Jameson said "Cookie Monster, don't look back." and he told me to look back. So I did, and right before I realized what I was supposed to be looking at, I heard a shriek. It was from Cookie Monster(the boy-and-romance-ophobic).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a couple making out. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Fly Incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So afterwards, we went on the Fly(roller coaster), and before the ride starts, the operator said "All clear, ha-ave fun!" in this weird Texan-ish accent. Jameson has not stopped mimicking it since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was all I remember forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the most interesting thing that happened today was that a)I found out I suck at lacrosse and b)my Ride Buddy was fighting with Derek all day(and rightly so, he took her stuff, the idiot). so being a faithful Ride Buddy(and Gym Buddy), I'm helping her get revenge. So when I told Derek to give her back her stuff, he said "Why would I ever listen to you?" and that just ticked me off(especially since when I didn't answer, he said it AGAIN).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that it offended me(OK, it did a little), but I couldn't think of anything sarcastic to say back! My sarcastic mind was broken! Now I know what Kraven felt like when he thought he was turning human. It was like a part of me had stopped working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I came home, I got an email from Derek, but he was sending everyone a video that some of the guys in our school made. But since he only sent it to certain people(trust me, I can tell these things), and I figured he didn't want to talk to me and nor do I want to talk to him, so I emailed him back saying to go away until he doesn't have anything stupid to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he emailed back(which I hadn't entirely expected), and got all mad about how I don't get that I should leave him alone and I told him to take me off his contact list(I was serious) and he told me to take my own advice and then I told him I already had, he just kept replying and looked like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then Anonymous started ticking me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In lacrosse, I suppose I should mention, Kanishkan had me laughing on the floor in the middle of the game. He took the ball, held it all the way over his head, so this short kid wouldn't get it, and was going "don't touch it don't touch it don't touch it" and then he scored a point for our team. I literally could not stop laughing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and all day the internet's been screwy for most people I know. Odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said, our road trip is tomorrow. I'm bringing my camera.  It's gonna be awesome. Too bad we're not going to my sister's school, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I should mention that Mrs. Jarvis thinks it's weird that Derek got all mad about his bass. Just throwing that out there, she told me yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mp3 player won't let me rate songs =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was reviewing the videos from Wonderland, and honestly my voice sounded a little bit like Sam from iCarly. And I am flipping embarassed that I've ever spoken, because my voice sounds so different when I hear myself talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and watch this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u24wCtghpBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u24wCtghpBQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5856440418835912499?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5856440418835912499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5856440418835912499&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5856440418835912499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5856440418835912499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/road-trip-tomorrow.html' title='Road Trip Tomorrow!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-3510233669198875061</id><published>2009-06-03T19:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:31:14.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I CONQUERED BEHEMOTH!(twice)</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:Our Trip To Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Kind of sad, kind of happy.&lt;br /&gt;Music:All To Myself by Marianas Trench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today was the day! Except we didn't have a fancy name like "Codas and Coasters," but it was still fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing we did was get to school xD Cookie Monster and I went together, and by time we got there everyone else was already there(if I'd left myself I would have been there first, I was honestly ready at 6:50).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, instead of helping load the truck like good girls plus Ian and Jameson, we all took pictures of each other and listened to music. Jameson found a penny and I gave it to Kanishkan. Kanishkan said he didn't want pennies and that he wanted a $5 bill, so I pointed out that I owed him $4.96  and that there just wasn't a dollar bill for that(unlike you Americans, we don't have $1 bills).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were walking around, and Jameson stole my bag(I got Alice to hold it for me, but that didn't work out so well). I didn't mind, except Derek and Kanishkan were helping him(speaking of Derek, for someone who refuses to acknowledge my existence, he sure does steal my stuff a lot...). So finally, after I got it back, I found out Derek had my wallet and $25. But as it turned out, he had Rose's Season Pass, so we decided to(mostly) wait it out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on the bus(after a lot of confusion), and I ended up sitting with Ian. We listened to my mp3 player together, and I told Dev I hated the song "Don't Trust Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm listening to it right now. I actually like it, especially this part: Tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef/That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't f***ing scared of him &amp;lt;--that line is f***ing awesomeness.)  Anyways, Derek finally gave Rose back her Season Pass, and I asked for my wallet and he whispered something to Alice, so I thought it might still be in my bag. It wasn't.  We got off the bus and I kind of forgot about it, then we were getting our instruments and Alice told me that Derek put something in her bag and told her not to give it back, and it was my wallet. So she gave it to me.  Then we went inside and we watched the grade 7 band(plus Ian, Kanishkan, and Mayur) play "The Three Faces Of Kilimanjaro" by Robert W. Smith(&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6aipU9nvbY"&gt;Clicky&lt;/a&gt;), which sounds basically like a medley of all the songs the grade 8 band has played. I heard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Morpheus(durr)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somewhere Out There&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apollo Fanfare&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And I think there might be more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the Jazz Band played, and I couldn't be the tuner since my mouthpiece broke(the cork came off, if anyone's interested, and it wouldn't fully go in when we taped it, so all my notes were a bit high), which sucks because I've really been doing it since grade 7 by myself. But oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We messed up on our solo. Well, I didn't technically, since my high notes wouldn't play and I'd like to blame it on the mouthpiece, but it's probably my fault it sounded off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the entire grade 8 band played. First we played Morpheus(we messed up a little there...and for any band people reading this, squeaking is not messing up. If you think that squeaking is messing up you've obviously never had the problem of your reed being stupid and I congratulate you.) and then we played Soul Bossa Nova(it was awesome), while some other band watched us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were walking out, Derek says he heard a kid from the other band saying "there are so many brown kids!" which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;absolutely hilarious&lt;/span&gt; because we could do the same thing whenever we see a white person but we don't(we're too smart). No racial discrimination intended here :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, we walked around to the front, and we were ready to go! Except Dev saw Dora, and she had her Dora backpack, so first we took pictures with Dora(except me...). Then we were off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this is where descriptions stop, I hope...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rides We Went On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Behemoth-damn scary, but also waaaaaaaaay fun! The second time we went it was me, my Ride Buddy(LOL), Rose, and Derek. Derek didn't even blink, I swear.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sledge Hammer-In the middle of the ride Ghazal was like "how many brain cells are we losing right now?" and we all looked at her like "How could you even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; of that now?"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Orbiter-fun, but not scary at all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thunder Run-I was lonely so Dev asked if there were any single men. But I shushed her. Then Bushra did the same thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backlot Stunt Coaster-I fell running towards my friends who were headed here. It was funny xD&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Klockwerks-No special reason, it was just fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swing of the Century-I started feeling sick, but I was able to manage.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Fly-We weren't even scared. It was odd.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Rage-again, no special reason.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Action FX Theater-when Jameson, Cookie Monster, Bushra and I got separated from Dev, Kanishkan, Ian, Derek, and Guneet, we ended up here with the teachers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some Other Things That Happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We kept getting split up from everyone, but we all met up in the end.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tried calling Kavita seven times to find her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we found Kavita we called Derek on my phone and he said they would be there in a minute, then Kavita and Ghazal went on Behemoth(where we were meeting)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So we called again and it turns out they had to change their clothes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But in the end we met up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My pizza broke. I'll show you a picture tomorrow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This guy had this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;huuuuuuuge&lt;/span&gt; candy tube, and we took a picture of him eating from it and it looked like he was on drugs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a Paramore Poster:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.123posters.com/images/music/m-paramore1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually Ghazal found it first. But I had to get one 'cause, I mean, it's Paramore. And I'm going to put some other pictures up too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's it for now(this post was going to be so much longer, but I know you wouldn't read it all, you probably won't even read all of this, LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-3510233669198875061?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3510233669198875061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=3510233669198875061&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3510233669198875061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3510233669198875061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-conquered-behemothtwice.html' title='I CONQUERED BEHEMOTH!(twice)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-45460026527616744</id><published>2009-06-02T17:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:39:33.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderland! W00T!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:Posting For The Sake Of Posting.&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Excited!&lt;br /&gt;Music: Sing, Sing by Marianas Trench&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, because tomorrow is Wonderland! This year I want to go on erm, more exciting rides than last year(because, and I mean this in the nicest way possible, but the people I was with were scared to go on Thunder Run...2 of them anyways)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here are the rides I DO want to go on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Backlot Stunt Coaster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mighty Canadian Minebuster&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jet Scream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;RipTide(But I don't want to get wet...I'll go based on the weather)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psyclone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time Warp&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And finally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEHEMOTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://z.about.com/d/themeparks/1/0/c/l/BehemothPre5.jpg" style="height: 322px; width: 358px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. But I'm probably gonna chicken out at the last second and, well, can you blame me? Motivate me to go on!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-45460026527616744?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/45460026527616744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=45460026527616744&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/45460026527616744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/45460026527616744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/wonderland-w00t.html' title='Wonderland! W00T!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-4334724246064799053</id><published>2009-06-02T16:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T12:21:28.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poll!(it's relevant this time...)</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:Rolie Poll-ie Olie! o.0&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Excited&lt;br /&gt;Music:Final Distance(Remix) by Utada Hikaru(only Japanese song I listen to for now...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on, I'm only going to announce the top 3 in each poll. The poll had 14 votes(most ever)!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bronze goes to.... xD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silver goes to.... =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Gold goes to....drumroll please....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o.0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the new poll: Who's your favourite of the following?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mario&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luigi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Mario&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Luigi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Peach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Peach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yoshi(damn right)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Koopa Troopa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toad&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Toadette&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daisy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wario&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waluigi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dry Bones&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bowser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dry Bowser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bowser Jr.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;King Boo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funky Kong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donkey Kong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diddy Kong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rosalina&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Daisy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Birdo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Gah, that took SO long to type out. It's a huge poll and you can only vote once, so choose carefully!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-4334724246064799053?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4334724246064799053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=4334724246064799053&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4334724246064799053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4334724246064799053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-pollits-relevant-this-time.html' title='New Poll!(it&apos;s relevant this time...)'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-657255784349653257</id><published>2009-06-01T20:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:50:16.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuffz.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:  New Stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Like I should go turn on the light.&lt;br /&gt;Music:My sister on the Wii in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so if you look to the side, you will see something new. That's right, it's a search bar! You can search every post in my blog, as well as places my posts link to. Check it out, nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, you'll need to click this link: &lt;a href="http://xxorganizedmess.wordpress.com/"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my little writing blog. I won't post as much(which is why it's on Wordpress), but it's there for whenever I write stuff. I'm still tweaking with it though, so bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it for now, I'll have a new poll tomorrow and now I need to go to bed or else I'll miss band practice and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; get a 95 in music(oh, no, the horror!)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-657255784349653257?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/657255784349653257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=657255784349653257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/657255784349653257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/657255784349653257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-stuffz.html' title='New Stuffz.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-546142280296296177</id><published>2009-06-01T18:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:48:17.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:Ghazal, I'm warning you...&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Happy, you idiot :P&lt;br /&gt;Music:None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does anyone remember that "25% of our grade" science test?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got them back. Most people in our class failed, but I GOT AN 80%!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(which was the highest mark in our class and all of that teacher's science classes) So did this other kid...we're both kind of slackers though, which goes to show you the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh, I was accidentally bragging and Kanishkan wanted to slap me, but Ghazal told me to post it so too bad for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Derek was seriously high today. I honestly worried for the safety of those in our class. This is not an exaggeration, nor should it be treated as such. But then, he lost Navjeet's pen, the idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently I've become a bit obsessed with violent songs(kind of like how Kraven likes, well, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DtKhFaW2Z1E"&gt;not so violent songs&lt;/a&gt; now...). They're not really violent so much as angry, but, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slowly I'm going emo. Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna go draw or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-546142280296296177?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/546142280296296177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=546142280296296177&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/546142280296296177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/546142280296296177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/06/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-5416875154973550039</id><published>2009-05-31T16:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:06:24.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Bored&lt;br /&gt;Music:None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SiHMeithPHI/AAAAAAAAI_4/ikVOrCk-MkY/s400/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;This Site&lt;/a&gt;, and I found this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: The point being that you guys DO take the time to read my blog(I hope :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I feel bad for laughing at other people's pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-5416875154973550039?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/5416875154973550039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=5416875154973550039&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5416875154973550039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/5416875154973550039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/05/lol.html' title='LOL!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a7jkcMVp5Vg/SiHMeithPHI/AAAAAAAAI_4/ikVOrCk-MkY/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-9025184259061783623</id><published>2009-05-29T18:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:48:36.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post 300!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:Holy Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Humorous.&lt;br /&gt;Music:You'll see in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was looking up Marianas Trench songs, and then I noticed there's one called Sing Sing. And so I clicked on it, thinking "I know it won't happen, but wouldn't it be funny if it had something to do with that song we played in Jazz Band, Sing Sing Sing?" And it so turns out that they have the same drum beat. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(here are the videos, you just have to listen to the first 5 seconds or so of each)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCTd78X8TUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCTd78X8TUo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zotSNtqORaQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zotSNtqORaQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-9025184259061783623?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/9025184259061783623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=9025184259061783623&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/9025184259061783623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/9025184259061783623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/05/post-300.html' title='Post 300!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-9126056631271711124</id><published>2009-05-29T17:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:49:06.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Weird Things That Happened Today</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:This Is Post 299.&lt;br /&gt;Mood:Bored, sick&lt;br /&gt;Music:None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In computers, Dev made us take a picture for yearbook(me, her, and Ghazal), and she wants the caption "Yes, we blog for a living." -shudder-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In LA, the teacher was talking about how we have new words such as "blogging and twittering." So Dev(a Twitter User), said "isn't it 'tweeting?'" and the teacher said that it was "twittering." I shudder to think that he even knows what Twitter is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Social Studies, since I was sick, Ian kept trying to make me call home. Didn't end up working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunch, I threw out my apple because it was mushy, and Ian got mad at me because I "could have given it to a hobo." I don't want to give hobos germs =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went outside I found out that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; cheated on a test. And Dev took a lot of pictures, and complained of my "fake smile." Derek caught a football right before it hit my face, though at the same time he ran straight into me. Oh, well, it didn't hurt, and clearly I'm still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In science we had a substitute, and we were looking at this career newspaper they gave us, and apparently, Ghazal's destined to be a librarian (:P) and I'm destined to be a religious worker(keep in mind my atheism).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last block we had a French test, and every couple of minutes, the weird sounds of a couple of kids messing with the office came through on the PA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-9126056631271711124?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/9126056631271711124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=9126056631271711124&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/9126056631271711124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/9126056631271711124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-weird-things-that-happened-today.html' title='Some Weird Things That Happened Today'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-7272745783536527118</id><published>2009-05-29T15:49:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T13:49:38.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Random List Of...5 Things I Loved This Year</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:I merged 2 posts together 'cause I felt like it :P&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Sick/In Pain&lt;br /&gt;Music:None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Band&lt;/span&gt;-band is win. You get to be in a class with all the smart kids who are also quite crazy. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My new friends IRL&lt;/span&gt;-What would I be without Dev, Alice, Rose, Ian, Kevin, and, er, everyone else?(:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bloggage&lt;/span&gt;-Blogs are the way of the future. With everyone going to different schools, we really need to keep in touch. Plus now I have connections in Illinois and New Mexico! And who could forget Sly Fox, Anonymous Jameson, and Anonymous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truth Or Dare!&lt;/span&gt;-who could forget the time Ghazal asked a random kid if he needed help, or the numerous times I've had to hug Derek(but managed to avoid it)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight Party-&lt;/span&gt;Now that was fun!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And there are so many other things I loved, but these are my Top 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag...MATT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-7272745783536527118?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/7272745783536527118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=7272745783536527118&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7272745783536527118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/7272745783536527118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/05/very-random-list-of5-things-i-loved.html' title='Very Random List Of...5 Things I Loved This Year'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-4183434045269437759</id><published>2009-05-28T15:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T14:49:42.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be doing my LA assignment.</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles: But I Don't Want To.&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Confuzzled.&lt;br /&gt;Music: None, Youtube is down and I'm too lazy to find my mp3 player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about a million poems to write. I shared my swine flu limerick, right? Well here's one of my picture poems, based off of &lt;a href="http://meppol.deviantart.com/art/Optimal-solution-114846573"&gt;Optimal Solution&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be great?&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt;If the solution to all of life's problems was this easy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you just love it?&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt;If all you needed to solve your issues was a can of paint, a paintbrush, and a steady hand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, unfortunately for you,&lt;br /&gt;--&amp;gt;Life is not a Rubix Cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I don't think I'm going to change that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will probably, however, change this next one a lot. The picture is &lt;a href="http://hoschie.deviantart.com/art/Precision-huntress-123119991"&gt;Precision Huntress&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ninja Cat&lt;br /&gt;He’s watching me.&lt;br /&gt;Like every day.&lt;br /&gt;The unofficial master of stealth.&lt;br /&gt;I slow down.&lt;br /&gt;While he watches my every move,&lt;br /&gt;I can watch his.&lt;br /&gt;I turn away for a split second,&lt;br /&gt;Not a smart move, I know.&lt;br /&gt;I regret it instantly. When I turn back,&lt;br /&gt;My juicebox is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Silly Cat.&lt;br /&gt;This poem is dedicated to Jameson.&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t understand it, that’s OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOL, I showed Jameson a different version of it and he laughed. And yes, the dedication is part of the poem. And I'm sorry that the cat's a girl...could you really tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, those are my poems so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-4183434045269437759?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/4183434045269437759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=4183434045269437759&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4183434045269437759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/4183434045269437759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-should-be-doing-my-la-assignment.html' title='I should be doing my LA assignment.'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09024462113904305971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_K8SysOnlG8M/SDIc-IEw8PI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cIdbFtKX3UI/S220/Jessica.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-284067734069743336.post-3718908110361831105</id><published>2009-05-27T16:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T16:30:56.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gah! Twitter Keeps Crashing!</title><content type='html'>Alternate Titles:&lt;br /&gt;Mood:&lt;br /&gt;Music:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of you who DIDN'T see it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/5vzm3"&gt;http://twitpic.com/5vzm3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, I'm a little obsessed and that's a little bit creepy. But I'm bored and I don't want to go offline until later Ghazal comes online, because Anonymous might come online, and, as usual, go offline when Ghazal does. I wonder how he knows these things though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as for the dress! It was expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, look, Anonymous came online! Anonymous, if you read this, we enjoy your company. You're rather entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so anyways, I'm in the middle of Angels and Demons, and, frankly, some of it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dirty&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, if you're not Cookie Monster(no offense, this is in your best interest!), read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a beep test, and I had a huge improvement. Last term, Rose and I both got 40-something(which is a C), and this term, we both got 61(which is a B). So although for the majority of the morning, although we were covered in sweat, we were proud of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and on the way to class, Derek asked Miss Barker if she wanted a hug(she declined, and who wouldn't, I mean he was covered in sweat...but then that was the point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in LA the teacher played Reader Rabbit for no reason at all. It was fun.(-gasp-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, uh, what else? In Science we had a test, and the teacher said that there were colour coded tests, and that the purple one was hardest. I got a purple one because I'm gifted -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end it turns out they were all the same, and it seemed pretty easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at lunch, Ian and I killed everyone in Scrabble all because I put the word "DOZEN" so that the Z was on a "triple letter score." It was PWNAGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I just talked about Scrabble like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, in the Beep Test someone bet S-Boy that he couldn't get past 10 beeps, and he said he could. He was writhing on the floor at 7 beeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the teacher let him keep going and he got 31. But he still lost the bet, as witnessed by TONS of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I think I'm gonna go eat something. LOL, WHY AREN'T I FAT?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/284067734069743336-3718908110361831105?l=xxjessthemess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/feeds/3718908110361831105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=284067734069743336&amp;postID=3718908110361831105&amp;isPopup=true' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3718908110361831105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/284067734069743336/posts/default/3718908110361831105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xxjessthemess.blogspot.com/2009/05/gah-twitter-keeps-crashing.html' title='Gah! 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(I got to do sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really all I have to say about it, and the winners for the art contest were announced. 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