<?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-9558883</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:56:48.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jacqsie's Hiding Place</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't need the room to breathe.. baby just be with me! I feel 40 kinds of sadness when you're gone.. and I know you kinda like it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-111317886633167337</id><published>2005-04-10T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T17:21:06.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Update  (HAPPY BDAY JULIA)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;hm.. so this weekend was.. shall i say.. interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Friday - Eh.. school really sucked. I had every intention of staying home Friday night.. but Jim and Tiff called me and told me to come to the Granite Run Carnival. It was pretty fun.. Jim grossed me out but other than that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tiff is my new best friend lol (jk) but i do love the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;My best friend had some problems taht i tried my best to help with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Saturday - I went out with my daddio. We looked at BMW motorcycles (my daddy wants one soon). Then we ate McDonalds. Then went off roading (HE LET ME DRIVE!!!) Then we went to my grandmoms. Then i came home and went online for a bit. I went to the Granite Run Carnival again with Julia F. and hung out Nikki, Katelyn, Liz and PJ. Then me and Julia saw Jim with his mohawk.. lol surprising. Me and Julz went to Friendly's and decided Ian is the most amazing waiter. These two guys came and sat with us.. the one kid (Nick) was realy corny. Then me and Julia played Twister lol and talked to Jenna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;More of me trying my best to help my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sunday - IHOP with Julia and Family. then home.. and Indian Lane with Hillary and Mitch and Nick. Fun stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;More of me trying to help my best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm hopeless though.. I dont help him much. At All.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Random thing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;silence in the car..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jenna: IHOP!!!!!!!! thats what it's called.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me: heh.. International House of Pancakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jenna: yeahhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;me: yeah that was random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-111317886633167337?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/111317886633167337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=111317886633167337&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111317886633167337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111317886633167337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/04/weekend-update-happy-bday-julia.html' title='Weekend Update  (HAPPY BDAY JULIA)'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-111301535811647546</id><published>2005-04-08T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:55:58.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Is HELL</title><content type='html'>So.. Here's why my life is hell --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - my friend is changing and being bitchy and i cant take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;2 - my best friend is always depressed and it makes me miserable&lt;br /&gt;3 - my mom seems to hate me&lt;br /&gt;4 - my mom doesnt let me have a life&lt;br /&gt;5 - beth and dad always seem mad when they're not&lt;br /&gt;6 - no warped tour&lt;br /&gt;7 - guys suck.. guys&lt;br /&gt;8 - school.. fuck it&lt;br /&gt;9 - devil babies&lt;br /&gt;10- cell phone bills&lt;br /&gt;11 - boys lie&lt;br /&gt;12 - things never work out&lt;br /&gt;13 - pawel gets it.. no one else does.. how sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS -- Julia's birthday is Sunday. Happy Birthday Baby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-111301535811647546?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/111301535811647546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=111301535811647546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111301535811647546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111301535811647546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-is-hell.html' title='Life Is HELL'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-111179563845758220</id><published>2005-03-25T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T16:07:18.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HaHaHa.. funnnn times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;okay.. i'm going out in like a minute with Julia Bull but Julia Fetsko slept over last night and we were on the phone with Jon Vairo. Fuuunnny kid when he's tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Julia -- Tell us a scary story, Jon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon-- alright..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon-- is your back door locked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jackie-- Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon-- ARe you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jackie-- Yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon-- You might want to check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jackie-- Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon- Wait and see!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jackie-- So my sister calls you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon- EVERY FRIGGEN MINUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; ----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Julia -- Jon, tell us the scary story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon-- Okay.. let me think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;...5 minutes later....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jackie- Did he hang up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Julia - No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon- heh heh heh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon- You guys are funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jackie- why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon- Cause you thought I was thinking.. but really I was falling asleep on ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon-- We've been on the phone FOREVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jackie-- Not Ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon-- We've been on the phone since 8!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Julia-- Not ah.. we weren't home at 8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon-- It's like 4 o'clock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jackie-- no, it's 1:02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon-- No. It's 5 o'clock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jackie-- JON! It's 1:02!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jon-- Check your clock! It's 6 o'clock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;haha aight I'm out.. I'll tell the rest later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-111179563845758220?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/111179563845758220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=111179563845758220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111179563845758220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111179563845758220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/03/hahaha-funnnn-times.html' title='HaHaHa.. funnnn times'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-111161819130132205</id><published>2005-03-23T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:50:30.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh.. Rainy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hmm.. today it rained. I hate rain sooo fn much! So this morning.. I went shopping with beth. I got black boots (sorry Jen.. not hooker boots! lol), two pairs of jeans (ha their both sweat pant ish! one pair look like jeans but is sweatpants and the other is jeans but with a sweatpant top!), Then I got two older CD's (Blink 182 - Take Off Your Pants and Jacket, and An old Smash Mouth CD). I also got like three books (Anywhere but Here, Tell Me Lies and Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul: Tough Stuff).&lt;br /&gt;Then I went to Arby's for lunch. Eventful right? Hm.. I sent Julz some pictures she's gonna edit for me and send back for my site. Julz is coming over tomorrow and we're babysitting my cousin Erin, then she's sleeping over. I'm not quite sure what we're doing on Friday. NOthing probably. Maybe chill with Julia Bull if she's not sick. Maybe chill with Keith (M.) or Durka. Don't really know yet.&lt;br /&gt;If your bored.. you can look at my siteee! It has like 82 pictures and I add more like alllll the timee!&lt;br /&gt;Alright.. I think I'm gonna go clean the roooom for Julz!&lt;br /&gt;Love ya's! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-111161819130132205?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/111161819130132205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=111161819130132205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111161819130132205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111161819130132205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/03/eh-rainy-day.html' title='Eh.. Rainy Day'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-111160748225516749</id><published>2005-03-23T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T11:51:22.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My second blog.. Julia Fetsko's blog lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jul4890.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;http://jul4890.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-111160748225516749?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/111160748225516749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=111160748225516749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111160748225516749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111160748225516749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/03/second-blog.html' title='Second Blog'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-111155261305744755</id><published>2005-03-22T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T20:36:53.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Breaking '05 so far</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hmm.. spring break has been alright i guess so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jon's surprise party turned out pretty good. I had fun for reasons and not fun for other reasons. You only know these reasons if you're cool enough to have the name Julia Fetsko or Julia Bull. I think Jon had fun. He said he did. I never can tell with him. Mellisa Lyons and Kim I. were over before Jon's which was fun. Then Julia Bull came over before Jon's and she sang the one line of "Scars" that she knows to us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saturday I went to my moms. I got in trouble (no surprise there.. when am i not in trouble) but yeah. whatever. I was at my moms from saturday to today (tuesday). I didn't do much. Talked on the phone and hung out with my super cool little brother colin. funniest conversation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Colin (to me): Man, Julia [fetsko] sure is a chatterbox!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Colin (to Julia): YOU'RE A CHATTERBOX!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Colin (to Julia): YOU REALLY ARE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Colin (to Julia): I'M NOT KIDDING!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Me (to Colin): Crazy kid.. say bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Colin (to Julia): boo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love my little colin. Now it's tuesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm really upset at like two people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't handle it... it gets a little farther with this one boy every time.. but he confuses me so bad! ahhhh! Should I take it or Leave it is my main question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-111155261305744755?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/111155261305744755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=111155261305744755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111155261305744755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111155261305744755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-breaking-05-so-far.html' title='Spring Breaking &apos;05 so far'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-111075354906910131</id><published>2005-03-13T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T14:39:09.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for the Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Alright.. hmm.. what did I do this weekend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Friday -- Hillary was going to sleep over but.. that didn't work. Beth was too tired to have anyone over and she "wasn't prepared". But whatever. We malled it instead. We went to the mall with Laurel (L-Dawg) and the famous Jeff. Her boyfriend Jeff that is. That was fun! So we were walking around thinking of things to get this guy (no names) for his birthday. We were thinking cologne and the only way i could smell it was to spray it on myself. I ended up not even buying cologne but I smelled like at least 20 different guys. Then me and hill went back to my house for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday -- Played some games with Brian in the morning and he quits when he's losing. Sore Loser. Then Me, Beth, Dad, Mitch and Nick went up to the outlets in Lancaster and shopped like all day. Then later that night me and John Cardone went and saw the Pacifier. OMG.. it's sooo funny. I loved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday (today) -- Uhm.. I did like nothing all day. My mom, stepdad, Amanda, Colin and Gen came over to drop off my straightner and rings. That's about it. Fun, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;okay.. I'm done. Much Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;P.S. -- AJ, I Love You! You'll do better next time!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bye AJ's hair! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-111075354906910131?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/111075354906910131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=111075354906910131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111075354906910131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111075354906910131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/03/time-for-update.html' title='Time for the Update'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-111041274638550858</id><published>2005-03-09T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T15:59:45.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian Jacob Prosachik Jr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brian Prosachik Is So Hot!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He Really Is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just Look At His Football Picture In The Gym..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Comments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Click on Anything to Say? at the bottom to comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-111041274638550858?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/111041274638550858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=111041274638550858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111041274638550858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111041274638550858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/03/brian-jacob-prosachik-jr.html' title='Brian Jacob Prosachik Jr.'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-111040261775957137</id><published>2005-03-09T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T13:10:17.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't End</title><content type='html'>I've just come to realize.. we have a marking period and a half till we have summer.&lt;br /&gt;I know I should be happy..  but i kinda don't want it to end.&lt;br /&gt;Every summer.. I don't see people and then we're like not friends any more. Jamie Rakoczy for instance was my BEST friend in eighth grade and now I barely ever talk to him.. not to mention get beat up by him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. Well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-111040261775957137?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/111040261775957137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=111040261775957137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111040261775957137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111040261775957137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/03/dont-end.html' title='Don&apos;t End'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-111040046940587579</id><published>2005-03-09T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:34:29.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Website</title><content type='html'>I don't like that other picture website. It takes forever to load so I made a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albumtown.com/showalbum.php?aid=20093&amp;uuid=16824"&gt;http://www.albumtown.com/showalbum.php?aid=20093&amp;amp;uuid=16824&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-111040046940587579?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/111040046940587579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=111040046940587579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111040046940587579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111040046940587579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-website.html' title='New Website'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-111000362401238753</id><published>2005-03-05T01:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T22:20:24.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Freshman formal was so fun! I loved it. I didn't have a date.. but it was cool.. I danced with.. Henry, Wes, Dave R., Drew, Bobby and Jeff! Plus I danced with my girls!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The party at Jen's was really fun! Eric Rakoczy said he was going to have to get in the Sumo Suits and we were gonna fight. Mel called him a slut (if you look at my pictures on my website you'll see why) and i agreed. I almost fell asleep when I was sandwiched on the couch with Mel Lyons, Jen Bond and PJ and Dave Rakoczy. Nikki's date was like reallllly hott! lol lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;go to my sitee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.angelfire.com/pa5/jackied/picz/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;http://www.angelfire.com/pa5/jackied/picz/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-111000362401238753?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/111000362401238753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=111000362401238753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111000362401238753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/111000362401238753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/03/frosh.html' title='Frosh'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110980664896323914</id><published>2005-03-02T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T15:37:28.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme an L</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;L O S E R&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;that's me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110980664896323914?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110980664896323914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110980664896323914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110980664896323914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110980664896323914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/03/gimme-l.html' title='Gimme an L'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110980093394984176</id><published>2005-03-02T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:02:13.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I didn't update yesterday. I wasn't feeling good. I went to bed at like seven thirty last night. Early man. I have to read &lt;em&gt;A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens &lt;/em&gt;for language arts. Fun, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So today.. Hmm.. I hurt my wrist. I don't really know how.. playing volleyball I guess.. it kills though. I'm pissed off cause I'm in Upscales again next year. Bahh.. Gaertner moved Nina down too. That really sucks! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Um.. I really have nothing to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Go Team Babe! wohooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110980093394984176?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110980093394984176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110980093394984176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110980093394984176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110980093394984176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/03/boring-day.html' title='Boring Day'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110962153530432031</id><published>2005-02-28T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T12:12:15.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes.. since i have nothing better to do</title><content type='html'>- I would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; time to stay with you - I would &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; time so we don't move -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Just bend the pieces - Till they fit like they were made for it - But they weren't meant for this -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tear&lt;/span&gt; my self open - I sew myself shut - My weakness is I care too much - And our scars remind us that the past is &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; - I &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tear&lt;/span&gt; my heart open just to feel -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Well as for now.. I'm going to sit and listen to the saddest song.. and wonder how &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you're &lt;/span&gt;making out -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When all that we need is just a&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; reaction&lt;/span&gt;.. it's too much to ask when there's just no &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;attraction&lt;/span&gt; anymore -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Wrap me like a locket around &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; throat - I'll weigh&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt; down - I'll watch &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; choke - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;look so good in blue&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;look so good in blue&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is better than laying in your driving looking up at the stars with your best friend? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If I died tomorrow.. would &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; know that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;someone.. Tell Them - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hearts&lt;/span&gt; are left broken by words unsaid -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- It hurts to look at &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; and love &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;and see you Looking at &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; and loving &lt;em&gt;her &lt;/em&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I didn't get the worst feeling in the world when we said goodbye - I got it when we said hello again - It was then that I realized you were still in my life - But you are a completely different person -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A break up is like a &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;broken mirror&lt;/span&gt; - It's better to leave it broken than to try to fix it and end up hurting yourself -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I've had my heart broken so many times - It seems to beat in echoes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why are girls more likely to fall for the guy who will &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; her - Then the guy that will &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; her? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why does every guy have to measure up to the one that broke my heart? -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more another day &lt;3 hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110962153530432031?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110962153530432031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110962153530432031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110962153530432031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110962153530432031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/02/quotes-since-i-have-nothing-better-to.html' title='Quotes.. since i have nothing better to do'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110961448111895029</id><published>2005-02-28T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T10:14:41.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahah!!! Let It Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I pulled a Julia Fetsko Today. I didn't go to school. And I wasn't sick. It's so stupid to go to school for 3 hours. Don'tcha think? I really don't have much to talk about considering.. I haven't done anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;--The snow is coming down in big clumps. Hopefully it will snow so much we won't have to go to school tomorrow. I'd be so happy. I'd have a three day week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;--Freshman Formal is on Friday. I don't really want to go.. but I'm going. I'm going with me, myself and I. Yes ma'am, i'm cool like that. Oh well. The only reason I'm going is cause I already have the dress and shoes and all. Plus, I want to go to the afterparties. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Umm.. that's about it.. I wish you people would answer the Brian Polls from yesterday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110961448111895029?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110961448111895029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110961448111895029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110961448111895029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110961448111895029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/02/ahah-let-it-snow.html' title='Ahah!!! Let It Snow!'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110955295955931055</id><published>2005-02-27T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T17:09:19.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problem Solved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My problem with not going to that show last night is solved. Next show that I go to.. I'm bringing Pawel. It's "safer" to have a guy with me/us. Cause that way i won't be just some defenseless girl. lol all better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Poll-- Does Brian P. say "I know, right?" alot? (Put your answer in the comments thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Poll 2-- Does Brian P. still say "Roighto"? (Once again- put your answer in the comments thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;And I'd write more.. but my sister and her boyfriend broke up today and amanda is sad and bri feels like an asshole.. so i'm gonna talk to them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SNOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110955295955931055?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110955295955931055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110955295955931055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110955295955931055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110955295955931055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/02/problem-solved.html' title='Problem Solved'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110953502391486613</id><published>2005-02-27T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T12:10:23.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down The F*ing Drain Pt. 2</title><content type='html'>Ahh.. me and chelsea didn't go to the show either. So Jilly -- don't worry.. we all wasted eight bucks. We went to the movies instead and saw Hitch. It's really good. I was kind of upset about not going to that band show.. but my dad was right.. something could have happened. And everything happens for a reason right? Oh well..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110953502391486613?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110953502391486613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110953502391486613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110953502391486613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110953502391486613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/02/down-fing-drain-pt-2.html' title='Down The F*ing Drain Pt. 2'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110945424995725590</id><published>2005-02-26T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T15:28:38.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down the F*ing Drain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;errgh.. Jilly's mom is being so mean! She won't let Jilly go to the show tonight! I'm so sad. Poor Jilly. Nothing ever goes right. Bahh.. mom's. JiLlY.. I'LL MiSs YoU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jilly -- You will be missed tonight. I shall take lots of pictures.. I LOVE YOU! xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;..tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;..tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;..tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110945424995725590?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110945424995725590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110945424995725590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110945424995725590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110945424995725590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/02/down-fing-drain.html' title='Down the F*ing Drain'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110943274559500412</id><published>2005-02-26T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T07:45:45.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You See what boredom does to me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;- 27% Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-47% Idiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-17% White Trash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-20% Hippie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-18% Evil Genius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-21% Grunge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-27% Emo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;and..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-23% Internet Addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110943274559500412?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110943274559500412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110943274559500412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110943274559500412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110943274559500412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/02/do-you-see-what-boredom-does-to-me_26.html' title='Do You See what boredom does to me?'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110938749482924208</id><published>2005-02-25T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T19:11:53.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Wow.. tonight was really really fun. Me and Jilly were really bored so we decided to go to the mall and just like hang out. So we were there for like five minutes and we see this little indian kid running around the mall with a black purse. Dude.. he definatley stole it. We were going to follow it but we saw Jess Ward and Kirby with some other chick and Brennan McGee.. little strange. Then we just kind of wandered. Then this really, really, really hott guy came up to us and asked us to come to their show tomorrow night.. and i stupidly said no. Then a few minutes later decided I wanted to go. Jilly and I hunted him down. When we found him he was with all his friends and Jilly wouldn't go up to him when his friends were there. Then Katelyn and Chel showed up and Me, Jilly and Chel bought tickets to this dude's show. Katelyn ditched Chel.. so Chel hung out with us. Then we saw Lauren House (Ugh Ogh Oreo) and that was cool. We saw the Indian dude again and Lauren asked him if he stole a purse but he ran and hid from us. Then my daddy picked up me and Jilly and he had the puppy and wow. What an eventful night. I CAN'T WAIT TILL TOMORROW!!!! lol. xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110938749482924208?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110938749482924208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110938749482924208&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110938749482924208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110938749482924208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/02/eventful-night.html' title='Eventful Night'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110927588071360521</id><published>2005-02-24T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T12:11:20.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I hate snow days. It's only a half snow day.. but i am so damn bored i could cry. I got shoes for formal today.. but Beth doesn't like them.. so i'm keeping the ones i have and getting different ones. I don't really know if I have a date. But whatever. I'm supposed to go with Walter.. but I don't think I'm going with him. It's cool though. I don't really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110927588071360521?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110927588071360521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110927588071360521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110927588071360521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110927588071360521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2005/02/boring-days.html' title='Boring Days'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110347211778778007</id><published>2004-12-19T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T08:01:57.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Yesterday was my birthday.. And my stepmom and dad and wes.. threw me a surprise party! So basically, they put me through hell babysitting my cousin and when i got home.. My stepmom, dad, mom mom and pop pop were in the living room, then my mom, stepdad, sister, aunt aimee, uncle glenn, grandmom and abbe rae were all in the dining room. AND THEN, I went into the kitchen and Allison, Jen, Shawn, Jenn, Danica, Tommy and Ashton were in there and Like a half hour later.. Wes came. Then, we just kinda hung out.. ANd Then Jen slept over!!! It was AMAZING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thank Ya Beth and Wes!!!!! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110347211778778007?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110347211778778007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110347211778778007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110347211778778007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110347211778778007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2004/12/surprise.html' title='Surprise'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110340428868288103</id><published>2004-12-18T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T08:02:54.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Do Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are the people who have IMed me just to say happy birthday.. and made me feel better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xll Kara llx: happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dextr 0z: Happy BIRTHDAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;dextr 0z: YO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;jrocko31: happy birthday 2 u 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ThEFrIDgE4224: HAPPY B-DAY JACKIE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cardone459: Happy Birthday!!! (BALOOOOOOOOONS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Slughitter3: Happy Bday &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;grumpyg90: happy birthday jackie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;l x3 anna x3 l: hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppyyyyyyyyyyyyyy bbbbiiiiirrrrrrrttttthhhhhhdaaaayyyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;White x3 Rose: happy birthday!!!! xo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;nicki3z: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACKIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;nicki3z: I &lt;3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xjennx613x: HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACKIE -- I LOVE YOU!!! -WEASEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xO lAx 32: happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;kill mr woOfers: happy birthday to youuuuuuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xO aLi 724 xO: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE :)!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;izi anamaRiE izi: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SILLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;MaGgEr77: happy happy birthday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;xll aLliE llx: happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;DURKEE1990: cool happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;.. AND THE PEOPLE WHO CALLED..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-my mom, step-dad, and brother (colin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Aunt Aimee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Amanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Marissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Elaina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Danica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Jen Lawley&lt;/span&gt; -- First to call.. at midnight!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Maggz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And the Girly Who Walked Over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-KatiE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110340428868288103?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110340428868288103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110340428868288103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110340428868288103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110340428868288103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2004/12/people-do-care.html' title='People Do Care'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110340233400738215</id><published>2004-12-18T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-18T12:39:25.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Well.. It's my birthday. Happy Birthday to me. It really hasn't been so happy but that's okay. Remind me never to babysit on my birthday again. Anyway, yeah, I've been here since eleven something and i don't get to go home until like six thirty. My cousin (who im babysitting) Erin, simply won't stop crying. I don't know how to handle it. And I'm just in a bad mood all together. So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HappY BirthdaY JamiE RakoczY -- 12/18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HappY BirthdaY AndreW KrasoveC -- 12/18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HappY BirthdaY ShanE JusticE -- 12/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HappY BirthdaY SaraH ThompsoN -- 12/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HappY Birthday Jen JankauskuS -- 12/21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway, I'm going out to dinner when I get home tonight. I want to go to Hibachi but that's not happening. Well, I guess Ruby Tuesday's is good too. I'm done for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HappY BirthdaY -ME- JacquelinE KristinE DoriS -- 12/18/1989 -- 8:04 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110340233400738215?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110340233400738215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110340233400738215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110340233400738215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110340233400738215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110323038803955350</id><published>2004-12-16T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T12:53:08.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;All right, birthday, it's in two days. I don't think I'm going to have a "happy" birthday to tell you the truth. So yeah.. here's the birthday..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so tomorrow, seeing as though it's friday and my birthday is on saturday, is the day people are supposed to say happy birthday and bring me a card or something. People keep telling me they're too busy or whatever. Hillary is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Then saturday, the actual birthday, i'm babysitting. Joy of joys, i babysit erin and then go out to dinner with my parents, then my birthday is.. over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And even if i would be home, none of my friends would be around anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Chelsea is "busy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Wes has a wrestling tournament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Brian is going to palmers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;yay.. best friends are so great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;bahh.. okay.. i'm done for now.. cause this is depressing me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HappY 15th BirthdaY ShanE JusticE-- as of monday 12/20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;and Happy Birthday to JamiE RakoczY -- as of saturday 12/18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And happy birthday to me.. yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110323038803955350?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110323038803955350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110323038803955350&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110323038803955350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110323038803955350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2004/12/birthday-blues.html' title='Birthday Blues'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110273149028671270</id><published>2004-12-10T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T18:18:10.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises To Be Kept</title><content type='html'>Alright.. I'm making a promise to myself and everyone who reads this. I'm going to be completely honest in here. I may make some people mad but I'm not going to lie about things ever again.. it just messes everything up as my dear friends should know. I also think that if my friends would do the same.. as in if you can't say something.. write it. Maybe we would have a lot less fights. I'm done with fights by the way. Chelsea.. you get me involved in to many. Don't get me wrong.. i love you to death and I'd die without you.. But I think I'd be closer to that happiness I'm searching for.. if i didn't have to be involved in your fights..&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm coming off Bitchy.. I'm sorry.. But at least I'm honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110273149028671270?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110273149028671270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110273149028671270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110273149028671270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110273149028671270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2004/12/promises-to-be-kept.html' title='Promises To Be Kept'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9558883.post-110272880138036474</id><published>2004-12-10T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T17:33:21.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion and Nothingness</title><content type='html'>Okay.. this is the new blog. I have moved on from that stupid greatest journal thing because I'm too old for it. Today.. just another boring day full of mass confusion and nothingness. And that's kind of what I feel like today. Nothing. As boring as this will be to read.. here's my day..&lt;br /&gt;wake up..&lt;br /&gt;stand at the bus stop getting mad at trees for dripping on me..&lt;br /&gt;get on the bus and talked to hillary..&lt;br /&gt;locker..&lt;br /&gt;homeroom..&lt;br /&gt;spanish- won some game.. escribe rapido..&lt;br /&gt;chorus- we did pollyanna/secret santa picking.. i got lucky!&lt;br /&gt;language arts- read of mice and men.. it's so sad&lt;br /&gt;lunch- studied.. studied.. ate a little bit..&lt;br /&gt;math- who knows.. i wrote to chelsea..&lt;br /&gt;global studies- test.. talked to kate about dan (surprise surprise).. told wes the teddy bear story&lt;br /&gt;study hall- homework&lt;br /&gt;science- homework&lt;br /&gt;bus- argued with shawn.. once again surprise surprise&lt;br /&gt;came home.. and went online to talk to stacey, julz, hillary, brian/jamie and mike&lt;br /&gt;now im babysitting my cousin but she is sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;yes.. confusion and nothingness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9558883-110272880138036474?l=jacqsie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/feeds/110272880138036474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9558883&amp;postID=110272880138036474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110272880138036474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9558883/posts/default/110272880138036474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacqsie.blogspot.com/2004/12/confusion-and-nothingness.html' title='Confusion and Nothingness'/><author><name>Jackie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17027753333243044274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
