<?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-1162101080787855579</id><updated>2012-01-11T13:45:39.573-08:00</updated><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Great Literature'/><title type='text'>Justica; Justin+Jessica</title><subtitle type='html'>Endure to the End.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7362782112121740516</id><published>2011-08-25T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:30:25.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tricked by Mark Twain.......how silly of me.</title><content type='html'>Book: Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc&lt;br /&gt;Author:Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought that Mark Twain translated the manuscript from French into English since the author of the manuscript was Sieur Louis De Conte. So I began reading the book as a historical publication. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I researched it a bit more I discovered that it is completely made up and that Mark Twain purposely  made it so that it appeared to be a translation from the original copy. I am saddened but that doesn't mean that this book deserves the limelight of readers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain usually has a humorist and satyr mood. On the contrary, this book is the most refined book I have read from him so far. I have read a good majority of his other books and short stories. But this book was uplifting morally and put a sense of pride of your own country into you. The tone is factual with a friendly undertone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I read this book without knowing the author was Mark Twain I would have guessed Margaret George. She is a great historical writer except for "Helen of Troy." Anyways, I most passionately urge you to read this book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pious and delightful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7362782112121740516?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7362782112121740516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7362782112121740516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7362782112121740516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7362782112121740516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/08/tricked-by-mark-twainhow-silly-of-me.html' title='Tricked by Mark Twain.......how silly of me.'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5104916160485133054</id><published>2011-08-13T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T15:30:55.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings</title><content type='html'>It has been quite a while since we last posted. We both passed our last semester with excellent grades and I even got an award for bumping up my GPA. Needless to say I will be working just as hard again to get the award again. We are doing well this summer. Work has basically enveloped Justin and I work while trying to keep the place clean and make sure everything is stocked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are teaching Gospel Doctrine class next weekend. We are both really excited for this opportunity since its different than the Marriage and Family Relations class. Not that we don't like teaching that class its just nice to try something new. I do have to say that being a wife and taking care of a family is super hard work! I get mad sometimes at femme nazi women and say that I am not a strong woman and just act as an ornament to Justin. Those kind of women make me want to lock them in the house and finish everything that we do in the same time and be creative when surprising problems occur. One is gnats. We haven't had a problem until now. But we have both been creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin vacuums them up. I spray our plants with a water&amp;dish soap mix. They are almost gone now. :D. Justin works at JB's a local mom&amp;pop restaurant as a dishwasher and also for driveline. Between his two jobs and my main one we get a few hours together a day but its Sundays and Mondays that we look forward to. Those are the days when we see each other the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to add that I have learned how to make Coffee Cake and Cinnamon Rolls that taste delicious! :D I have also just mastered bread. Justin taught and helped me along the way but I finally got here! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are also still running in the mornings and I can finally run almost two miles! It may not seem like a lot to you guys but its an achievement for me. :D We also finally got bikes so now we bike around town all day long and save gas. Sorry this one is sooo long but I just wanted to check in and say hi. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      *Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5104916160485133054?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5104916160485133054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5104916160485133054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5104916160485133054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5104916160485133054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/08/greetings.html' title='Greetings'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1665585806118545764</id><published>2011-07-06T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T13:45:09.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School is almost out!</title><content type='html'>We have 2 1/2 weeks left! I sooo cannot wait until its over. It is getting brutal though I have a two part final for grammar class along with two final projects, an oral exam in Major Authors, Exam for Light &amp; Sound, and Modern lit with family foundations exams. WOO! That is alot! But I can handle it. I don't know how much Justin has but I don't want to think about it either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our tarantula Chuvak is now with us and thank goodness our Landlord hasn't met him either. We hunted for crickets and put them in his cage but a few escaped through the lid so we have been trying to find them. Last night Justin felt something crawling on his face and it was a cricket! We still didn't find them after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer we are spending a week in AZ visiting his dad and Karen. Alek, and Tori will be there as well so it will be an action packed family reunion. :) Justin and I are also the Marriage and Family Relations teachers in our ward. Basically we teach people how to have a successful marriage. Sometimes I feel like I am preaching to the choir because we have only been married for about 7 months with no children thank goodness. But alot of other couples are either just new or been married to 5 years and between all that they have kids too! We do our best though and it works out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its in the 90's here which is super nice so we have the windows open 24/7. We do have AC but we are not going to use it until it reaches 100. Lately though we have plotted to blow up the constructions sites around our complex. They are drilling/ digging the ground up behind and in front of us. They also only start at 5am then leave at 8am. They never come back after that. But to drill at 5am is super annoying and they are blocking our road access so we have to move their "Road Closed" signs and cones to leave the complex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       *Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1665585806118545764?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1665585806118545764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1665585806118545764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1665585806118545764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1665585806118545764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/07/school-is-almost-out.html' title='School is almost out!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3876807631036764101</id><published>2011-05-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:26:33.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Service</title><content type='html'>Is selfless and not always the funnest thing ever. &lt;br /&gt;We would like to thank:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardner Line: Harold DeWitt- Army;Byron Lovelady- Air Force;Amy Jo Lovelady- Air force Wayne De Witt- Air Force; David Gardner-Navy; Jeremy Gardner-Navy; Kyle Gardner- Marines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feistner Line: Joe Kiki- Air Force; James Feistner- Navy; Kelli Kiki- Coast Guard; Jeff Kiki- Army; Adam Ellard- Air Force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you :) We enjoy the freedom and safety you bring to us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     *Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3876807631036764101?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3876807631036764101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3876807631036764101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3876807631036764101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3876807631036764101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/service.html' title='Service'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-9210268985620481454</id><published>2011-05-21T15:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T15:24:35.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pluggin Along</title><content type='html'>WEEKEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for this time of the week because then I can catch up/ get ahead in classes and relax. A while ago we made paper mach e mask's together. We haven't really had time to do anything exciting. Between doctor visits, school, part time job, and our marriage we don't have time for anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are usually good about going on dates on the weekend but last week we forgot. Oops. Tonight we are gong to play ping pong with Joey&amp;Whitney. They are a fun couple to hang out with. After ping pong we are going to their house for dessert and Harry Potter time. :) Justin does not care for Harry Potter very much but I DO! :D I am the nerd when it comes to movies and books and he is the calculations/ explosives nerd. It works out very well. Hahahaha. I have saved so much money when I take him grocery shopping with me. I can pick out my two best options and let him math it out in his head. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last trip to Winco I didn't have him and spent 95 bucks. I think I did ok. I probably could have done better but I tried. :) I also bought a cricket for yasva our black widow. But the cricket died later that night when we put it in her cage. It was also paraplegic since its legs were deformed. I feel bad for bringing yasva food and it dying before she could kill it. So it sits in her cage rotting. EW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my work has been letting me off early because they don't have anything else for me to do. They won't even let people stay if we ask. Usually I either have the car and drive home or walk home because Justin has the car and is at the school. I don't usually mind the walks since I have been lucky with nice weather. I just think I'm too slow of a walker but then I don't want to walk faster because the heat makes me sweat. Unless I am wearing my workout outfit I don't like to be sweaty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which means I am very excited for Justin and I to get bikes. His mom is bringing his down this summer and we are shopping around for mine. :) I just want to get home faster because its a 2 mile walk from work to house vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our grades are really good. I have all A's. :D That was my goal for this semester and Justin's is to bring up his gpa. We are both succeeding so we are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no I am not pregnant as to why all the doctor visits. I am having some health issues that need a diagnosis. My body is just frail I guess. Between IBS and Hypoglycemia I have a hard time keeping myself in top shape. But I do my best and Justin has been amazing at making sure I eat and drink enough of what my body needs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-9210268985620481454?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/9210268985620481454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=9210268985620481454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/9210268985620481454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/9210268985620481454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/pluggin-along.html' title='Pluggin Along'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5099259045850503497</id><published>2011-05-02T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T20:40:16.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my Sunshine</title><content type='html'>As the moon,&lt;br /&gt;your glow fills me.&lt;br /&gt;From the peeking stars&lt;br /&gt;to the touch of rays.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I glow&lt;br /&gt;because of you.&lt;br /&gt;In the night I hear&lt;br /&gt;cries and howling.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Messages of the despair.&lt;br /&gt;My ache is deeper than&lt;br /&gt;their cries.&lt;br /&gt;A few times a year&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;we are encompassed&lt;br /&gt;in communion.&lt;br /&gt;The moments we have&lt;br /&gt;are eternal.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;You are my sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my Charming Forever. 5-2-11 -J. Feistner&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5099259045850503497?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5099259045850503497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5099259045850503497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5099259045850503497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5099259045850503497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/05/you-are-my-sunshine.html' title='You are my Sunshine'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5125222286648296579</id><published>2011-04-18T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:21:39.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Addition to the Family</title><content type='html'>His name is Chuvak, pronounced: (Chewvock). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alek (Justins Sister) got called to a mission in Brazil. Her pet tarantula needs a new home. :)So we offered to take him in since we wanted another pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We currently only have Yasva pronounced (yahsva).She is a black widow spider and luckily very low maintenance. The tarantula will need more attention but we are excited to have a new pet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuvack is a pink toed tree tarantula. So cute! A bit scary but I think his toes are adorable. :) The main reason we are getting chuvak is because yasva is really big and they only last 5 years. Justin already had her for a few years so she is getting kinda old. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5125222286648296579?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5125222286648296579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5125222286648296579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5125222286648296579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5125222286648296579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-addition-to-family.html' title='New Addition to the Family'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-6570804942903235776</id><published>2011-04-08T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T12:27:06.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stealing is a Sin?</title><content type='html'>My mom was sending me cookies because Justin's mom always sends cookies with chocolate in them and I am allergic to chocolate. Then Justin ends up eating all the cookies because I can't have any. Oh darn! (rolling eyes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we were unlocking the front door when the UPS man came running up the steps. I was so excited to eat some cookies that I smiled and began to sign for the small box he had. I also enjoy getting packages because they make me feel loved. :) As I was signing my name I realized that it wasn't my name on the package. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologized and the UPS guy delivered it to our neighbors. Justin says I emberrass him sometimes. I believe that it wasn't all my fault. I just love boxes and cookies without chocolate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-6570804942903235776?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6570804942903235776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=6570804942903235776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6570804942903235776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6570804942903235776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/04/stealing-is-sin.html' title='Stealing is a Sin?'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-6659466005797931389</id><published>2011-03-31T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T16:30:36.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OCD Tendencies that we consider normal</title><content type='html'>My own confession is that I cannot handle socks that are not put together. If they do not have a mate I will wait to put it away to find its mate before it gets put away in the drawer. A small story of my madness is that one day justin told me that none of his socks were mated. Once he walked into the kitchen I opened his sock container and I mated them all so that they would be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin has to have the bed made with no wrinkles. I am not a pro at this since before I met him I never made the bed. Rather I prefer it messy. He will not sleep in the bed until its made. If there are serious wrinkles he will fix them but usually I pass inspection. Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are our prominent silly problems but we hope that we are not alone in the OCD world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. All my clothes are color coordinated. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      *Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-6659466005797931389?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6659466005797931389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=6659466005797931389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6659466005797931389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6659466005797931389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/03/ocd-tendencies-that-we-consider-normal.html' title='OCD Tendencies that we consider normal'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5151895006427942333</id><published>2011-03-28T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T16:09:05.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious endings</title><content type='html'>We have nothing to do. Today we chased the mail lady down to get a self addressed letter so we could prove we live in Rexburg in our apt, to the Plasma Center. Then Justin couldn't donate because they claimed he has fatty blood. He believes it was from the ice cream he ate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't donate either because I had blood drawn for allergy tests from my right arm. Which is the only place anyone can draw blood professionally. They obviously can't use that arm when I donate so I updated all my info and finished reading my book. Books. I have tons of them! But my recent journey was with Brent Weeks and his paradox character 'Kylar'. "The Way of Shadows" is the first book. The covers are kinda corny but the book is thrilling! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only contrary statement is that the battle scenes need to be refined, or drawn on paper then written. Justin has a serious problem with it. Some writers lack in: description, too much description, how to link things clearly, define characters, or create a satisfying plot. I would personally take crappy battle scenes over lack of plot any day. He is a talented writer and I urge those who like an adventurous life with humorous characters to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made cinnamon rolls last week; and they were DIVINE! I am so proud of myself. I have never had a serious interest in cooking, unless I was craving something sugary; or out of survival. I took my mom's recipe and altered it to my level of happiness and ended up with fluffy bread, sugary filling and creamy icing on top. :D (just felt like gloating).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     *Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5151895006427942333?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5151895006427942333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5151895006427942333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5151895006427942333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5151895006427942333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/03/delicious-endings.html' title='Delicious endings'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7804978317548556081</id><published>2011-03-16T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:26:52.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apartment 1201</title><content type='html'>It's a cubicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats the life of a newly married couple scrounging for a place to stay on limited time. Turns out we could have gotten a better deal at a couple other places if we had more time to look for an apartment but once our contract ends we know where we are going. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live in a studio apartment so everything is open which fights off the cubicle feeling. But walking into our bed when opening the door to our place is...interesting. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have internet either but we are talking to the neighbors about going into a plan together. We do have 7 windows! :D We both love the brightness in the morning and cuts back on the electricity bill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I (Jessica) am part of a Research Group with a few professors on campus. Our team will be researching the effectiveness foundation classes to students and teachers and how to improve them. Next week we have a meeting and I am way excited to start working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I also picked up applications to a few stores hoping to get a job. Most likely I will be working since college has gotten easier for me. And Justin takes classes that are uber uber hard! I look at the equations and questions and it boggles my mind. He's super smart thank goodness! :D lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   *Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7804978317548556081?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7804978317548556081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7804978317548556081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7804978317548556081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7804978317548556081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/03/apartment-1201.html' title='Apartment 1201'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5966641678973295714</id><published>2011-03-10T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T10:53:01.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune Cookie Attack</title><content type='html'>      Justin and I were at the Casino Buffet with his grandparents having lunch. This is usually how we hang out with them and they enjoy stuffing us. Anyways, I was eating a fortune cookie when I sneezed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I sneezed into my elbow so that it wouldn't spray all over the place onto people. Instead, I glanced into my elbow and my hair was covered in chewn bits of fortune cookie. DISGUSTING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Justin laughed and helped me pick out and wipe off alot of the cookie from my hair. A couple hours later I was brushing my hair with my hand and sticky fortune cookie pieces started sticking to my hand. I was grossed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Beware of fortune cookies and if you have to sneeze, sneeze into a napkin. Its more enjoyable :D Thats my gross moment of the week lol! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                *Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5966641678973295714?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5966641678973295714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5966641678973295714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5966641678973295714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5966641678973295714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/03/fortune-cookie-attack.html' title='Fortune Cookie Attack'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3768448094227611487</id><published>2011-03-05T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T20:37:54.117-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We like to MOVE IT!</title><content type='html'>I know I have been terrible at blogging, even though I have hardly anything to do. We are currently living in Newman Lake, WA. :( Its not warm here either. Anyways, we wanted to share news that we are finally moving back to Rexburg, ID on March 14th!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       We were originally going to arrive later but some job opportunities seem very promising so we are taking a leap of faith. I can't wait to move because in Rexburg I know where everything is and feel more comfortable compared to Newman Lake. I am not gong to lie; we have a great life here in Newman Lake with a nice apartment and free rent with free meals included thanks to our hosts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Today we took apart Justin's desk so that we can pack it. Our apartment in Rexburg is unfurnished but thats better than having clutter and ugly furniture. I wouldn't want furniture some people have *cough *cough yeah you get it lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       We have been donating plasma, helping his family with odd jobs, selling our possessions on craigslist, and volunteering where we can. Just so that we can make some money and keep busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Last Sunday we gave talks in sacrament and the ward loved it! Justin can give a great talk without looking at the paper, whereas I can barely read the words off my paper without stuttering. hahahahaha. I can't wait to move! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Next year I will be graduating from BYUI! Justin will graduate in 2 years then we can leave that darn city as well! :D Justin's note:" I believe Lady Gaga is a transvestite." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3768448094227611487?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3768448094227611487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3768448094227611487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3768448094227611487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3768448094227611487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/03/we-like-to-move-it.html' title='We like to MOVE IT!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3034704044284222953</id><published>2011-02-20T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T22:26:27.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>To whom this may concern: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Saturday night Jess and I headed back from Seattle to Spokane. We planned our trip back so that we could make the reception of one of our really good friends from Rexburg. Their reception was being held in Issaquah. With out going into too much detail, everything was small and looked just kind of thrown together. Probably circumstance just didnt allow them to do everything that they wanted to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     We would just like to extend a HUGE thank you to all those who put things together for our reception. We are so grateful for your kindness, love, and support.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cordially, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J****n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3034704044284222953?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3034704044284222953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3034704044284222953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3034704044284222953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3034704044284222953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7105224594129199941</id><published>2011-01-31T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T19:20:27.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groceries</title><content type='html'>We hate wasting money and I wanted to keep track of prices so that we don't spend more than necessary. Before I (Jessica) would try to memorize which prices were cheaper at which ever store and go from there. But now that Justin and I share money I wanted a more fool proof plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Therefore, I made a spreadsheet on Excel that has the rows as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Products      Alberstons    Costco   Wal Mart    Winco &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I should probably also add Fred Meyers but we hardly go there. Under the products line I put the alphabet down with 10 spaces between each letter. Within each letter rows you enter the product that goes under the letter. Along the following column you go under the store and enter the size of product and price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Resulting in a way awesome price tracking sheet! :D After a while we will have the columns and rows filled then we can just highlight where we need to go for each item according to our route. Sorry I am just so proud of myself! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7105224594129199941?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7105224594129199941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7105224594129199941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7105224594129199941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7105224594129199941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/01/groceries.html' title='Groceries'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7377679703204191386</id><published>2011-01-06T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T16:36:24.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"13 Reasons Why" to commit suicide by Jay Asher</title><content type='html'>Isn't this the most positive posting?! :) I have been hesitant about reading this book for about a month. I have seen it on the best seller list for a while, but I didn't want to learn why a person would commit suicide. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents gave it to me for Christmas! :D lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am glad I got it because it teaches you a lesson. Its not a dark and dreary "woe is me because my life sucks and I am pathetic so I slit my wrists"- Emo quote. Its rather opening your eyes to how the actions of others and the character's own problems collide creating a mess and sometimes depending on who it their will to push through it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the book it discusses the signs and options besides suicide in a serious manner without making it immature. There are two narrators in the book; which is my favorite tweak the author did in the book. The author is narrating the main character while the main character is given a narrator of another character. Sounds trixy but is wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is addictive as a razor is to Emo's. Definitely check this out if you want time to fly by while at the airport or in the DMV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       -Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7377679703204191386?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7377679703204191386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7377679703204191386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7377679703204191386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7377679703204191386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/01/13-reasons-why-to-commit-suicide-by-jay.html' title='&quot;13 Reasons Why&quot; to commit suicide by Jay Asher'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-4105585388258884217</id><published>2011-01-03T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T21:36:24.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry Spinelli's "Love"</title><content type='html'>Book Block       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        This book is the final one in Stargirls life. The series is only two books long which makes it a great series, jk its the character, plot, vocabulary, and most of all the authors imagination that makes a good series. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Stargirl is one of my favorite people; because she is extremely free spirited with a mix of down to earth lifestyle. If I was to live in a book as a character I would be pleased to live as Stargirl. Dootsie is her best friend at the age of 6 and a terror to their little town. Kids say the darndest things but Dootsie acts it out rather than speaking it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Betty Lou at first may come off as crazy and a measly person, but as the pages turn more quickly she becomes someone you imagine eating donuts with on a regular bases for the sake of entertainment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I like it when authors keep the main characters true to themselves and Jerry Spinelli did a wonderful job by keeping Stargirl as who she really was without taking the word "love" in vain. Hats off to you Mr. Spinelli very few authors have your audacity to be different about love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I would rate this 9 out of 10. Easy read, for ages 10-12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-4105585388258884217?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4105585388258884217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=4105585388258884217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4105585388258884217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4105585388258884217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2011/01/jerry-spinellis-love.html' title='Jerry Spinelli&apos;s &quot;Love&quot;'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-4335559387986674650</id><published>2010-12-30T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T14:18:05.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Dresses</title><content type='html'>For this whole week my mother and I have been shopping for wedding dresses and it is definitely BITTERSWEET. Alot of the dresses I tried on were pretty but didn't strike my fire at all. This one lady tried to scare me into buying the dress right then and there, I ended up biting my tongue from laughing at her because the likely hood of it being bought in 72 hours was slim. Finally we went to Davids Bridal (I never make appointments) they were not happy that I wouldn't make appointments and that I would just waltz in and try on dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The consultant at Davids Bridal was wonderful. I found 2 dresses that I found very striking. So I gathered the family gang: Gma Rosie, Auntie Mariah, Auntie Heidi, Mckenna, my mum and dad. We were there this morning looking at the finalists and grabbing a few new ones which lasted around 2 hours. After that we found the dress! :D It is so pretty!  I feel beautiful and queenly in it. I get to pick it up on January 7th. They said they would clean, steam, and repair anything during that time period. Wooohoo! I didn't think I would find the dress so fast but I did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Heidi and Mckenna along with Mariah had fun ripping up the racks of dresses and oooogling over prom dresses for Mckenna. She has gotten so big. It was fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                               Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-4335559387986674650?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4335559387986674650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=4335559387986674650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4335559387986674650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4335559387986674650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/12/wedding-dresses.html' title='Wedding Dresses'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-8607076103913102227</id><published>2010-12-27T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T11:02:09.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Papers</title><content type='html'>Who knew that getting married required swearing and lots of celebrity signing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justin and I went to the Snohomish County Office today and got our marriage license. The lady that helped us with getting everything in order thought we were both 17. Which means,  Justin missed out on aging for 5-6 years and I missed 3 years of aging. I took the compliment :D Who doesn't like being flattered about their age? :D The lady also made us sign and date lots of papers; then she made us solemnly swear. I almost started laughing when she asked us to raise our hand and swear to tell the whole truth and nothing but the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me when your in elementary school during recess and only those who know the signal can enter into your gang's  realm and swear loyalty to each other. The result of those little clubs are scary sometimes. Somewhere out there I have a spit sister. lol. :D Justin and I got all the papers figured once Justin discovered where his father was born. I knew where my parents are from but I guess that info slipped his mind. As a warning to those unmarried: It requires lots of swearing and signing papers. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                  -Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-8607076103913102227?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8607076103913102227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=8607076103913102227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8607076103913102227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8607076103913102227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/12/papers.html' title='Papers'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-847054537889996375</id><published>2010-12-13T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:33:22.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The post that doesnt have to be happy</title><content type='html'>Right now were sitting on the couch in watching probably the most pointless tv show known to mankind while doing homework. I just tried a "Twilight" quote I just learned on the tv to Jessica."I will keep fighting for you until your heart stops beating".  I think she almost threw up on me. lol. Right now Im learning the ways of the blogger. This is my first post and it may be the last, depending on the alignment of the moon and pluto (not the dog) in February. attentionnnn............................. lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;signed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JUSTICA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS Jessica made me dinner tonight and it was sooo good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-847054537889996375?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/847054537889996375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=847054537889996375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/847054537889996375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/847054537889996375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/12/post-that-doesnt-have-to-be-happy.html' title='The post that doesnt have to be happy'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-4545016159907894616</id><published>2010-11-30T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:14:50.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Great day!</title><content type='html'>Audience,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    My last class of the day was cancelled so at 10am I was done with school for the day. I come home and my roommate made us all German pancakes. They tastes delicious with melted butterscotch on top! I worked hard on my homework and when I was done the clock read 1pm. I showed Justin the wedding ring I picked out for him and he likes it very much! :D The sensation of accomplishment is wonderful. Today is just a great day! I am also excited for my date with Justin this weekend, we are going to a movie and then get pie shakes from Sammy's. We take turns planning so that is why I know what is going on since its my turn to plan. :) I hope that you have a wonderful day as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 -Jessi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-4545016159907894616?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4545016159907894616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=4545016159907894616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4545016159907894616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4545016159907894616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/11/great-day.html' title='Great day!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1880707944784949209</id><published>2010-11-24T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:06:44.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard Alert</title><content type='html'>Justin and I left school on Saturday with two other girls in the car and we knew it was going to snow but it was supposed to be a "light snow." We ended driving through a white out blizzard and came out with only one owie to the car. I am just grateful we made it to his mom's house. The ride home is supposed to be worse but we are praying that it won't be so bad. It has not stopped snowing here in Spokane, WA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Justin and I registered at Wal Mart, Kohls, and JCPenney's for wedding gifts. We went to register at Target and we previously printed out our registry number and went to customer service to get the gun. The lady said she couldn't give us the gun since our number would not work and we had to create a second one. Problemo with 2 lists. We didn't want people to print off the wrong thing and think everything has been bought already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady didn't seem to comprehend this and passed us off to another employee. The employee took us to the registry computer and mumbled some directions and left. We were at the computer trying to delete the old account and make a new one. But we couldn't delete the old one. We were completely fed up the employees at target so we just left. We have agreed that we don't like Target.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1880707944784949209?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1880707944784949209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1880707944784949209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1880707944784949209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1880707944784949209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/11/blizzard-alert.html' title='Blizzard Alert'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5521380595279978532</id><published>2010-11-14T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:15:27.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin and I are Engaged!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Justin came by after I went shopping with Marie and Micquellyn at the mall; we got some cool stuff! Anyways Justin wanted us to run by his apartment and his place is really close so I bundled up lightly since we would only walk 20 ft. Ran out the door and turned to the path to his apartment and he pulled on my hand. I turned and he pointed to hi s car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him why he drove and he said that he drove here from his friends house. So I got in the car to drop it off. Next thing I know he is twirling a black shirt and told me that I needed to be blind folded for where we were going. Once I was blindfolded I got excited and nervous because I knew what would happen next! :D :D He then took me in his car and started driving. At first I was able to somewhat guess where we were going, but then he pulled a Uey in a parking lot and did a couple circles, then I was lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then continued driving to what I didnt know was the Nature Park until I was unblind-folded. When we first got there he helped me out of the car, walked me to where we first met, told me to take off my blind fold, and there he was on one knee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had the hugest smile on his face and he asked me to marry him. I of course said yes! My ring is so pretty! :D We are getting married January 22,2011 at the Seattle Temple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see a picture of the ring go to this URL:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.stuller.com/products/6077/?groupId=25522&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the white gold one with the black pearl&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   -Justica&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5521380595279978532?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5521380595279978532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5521380595279978532' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5521380595279978532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5521380595279978532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/11/justin-and-i-are-engaged.html' title='Justin and I are Engaged!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-6034435137059566312</id><published>2010-11-13T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T14:48:49.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>At first we were going to the Jarvis' house since they are my second family and I haven't had Thanksgiving with them yet. Justin's family is getting together; his family is very small and they hardly get together. This is a chance in a lifetime for him and his mother offered to pay for our gas. Deal. I have met half of his family and they are a goofy bunch, which I totally enjoy!Well those plans were a mess for a while. But luckily we got it straightened out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Point A: Rexburg, ID&lt;br /&gt; + Point B: Newman Lake, WA&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  8-10 hours of driving in snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feistner Fam. HERE WE COME! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-6034435137059566312?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6034435137059566312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=6034435137059566312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6034435137059566312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6034435137059566312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-2386010671830463073</id><published>2010-11-12T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T14:59:46.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>It has been snowing here for a while. Since it snowed, I have seen some very ungraceful movements on the sidewalk. The main cause of this is lack of traction on the ice. My idea is that everyone puts spikes on the bottom of their shoes and walk around like that. But alas some injuries would occur and there would be a lawsuit. I will admit that I myself almost biffed it twice! Today Justin and I ate snow flakes on the way home. :D Some people gave us funny looks as we held hands and chased snowflakes in the air with our mouths open. Gosh that doesn't sound so attractive! lol. It was totally worth it though :) Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-2386010671830463073?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2386010671830463073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=2386010671830463073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2386010671830463073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2386010671830463073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/11/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7674123387804252365</id><published>2010-11-07T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:33:29.842-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn</title><content type='html'>Barton Consulting has not called me back but that is ok.There is a secretary job in the English Dept. and I would know because my good friend Micah is the one quiting. She is graduating this semester then moving onto an internship. As long as I get a job I will be ok. :) Haven't been  up to much besides procrastinating homework and going on dates with my charming. Our last date we went to Comic Frenzy which turned out to be hilarious. I think going on dates while in a relationship are the best dates. My reasoning is that you have inside jokes to tease about and the stress level is a lot lower. And best of all you already know that person likes you. :D PS. Justin is AMAZING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7674123387804252365?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7674123387804252365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7674123387804252365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7674123387804252365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7674123387804252365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/11/darn.html' title='Darn'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1697085337435275014</id><published>2010-10-27T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:15:40.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barton Consulting</title><content type='html'>-Rexburg, ID. Jessica Gardner strutted into the Barton consulting building that had no sign. Finding the office for Barton Consulting proved to be a task. Walking alongside was my trusty,extreeeemely hot, side kick Justin Feistner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After 2 minutes of looking around the suites in the building, we found the employee I previously talked to about the internship. He recognized us and waved hello and we talked about scheduling an interview. In the end he interviewed me after chatting for a while. I turned in my  cover letter, resume, and references. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    A few coughs later I was fine during the interview, and we discussed when it would work well for the company to hire me. A major plus is that it would be paid and I could do it while I was at school. The representative said that they would contact me if they wanted a second interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1697085337435275014?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1697085337435275014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1697085337435275014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1697085337435275014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1697085337435275014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/barton-consulting.html' title='Barton Consulting'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3182684804679004395</id><published>2010-10-22T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:09:38.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Opportunities</title><content type='html'>BYU held a career and internship fair in the gym. It was required that you dress up and bring a resume but I didn't count on going so I was not worried. Luckily, my class was released early. I went unprepared but decided it was better to meet and greet then to have nothing at all. My two majors are English and Secondary Eduction but the selection was thin. A majority of the booths were food production ie. potatoes, or government such as naval shipyard, army, etc. It didn't matter to me what was at the booth but instead what kind of candy they were giving out. My alternative motives paid off. Byron Consulting was giving out the flavored tootsies which are rare. So I snagged a few and eavesdropped on the representatives discussion with another student. I had no clue what the company was about but I figured I would ask specific questions about the company and his experience rather than admit my ignorance and be spoon fed. After savoring 2 tootsies he addressed me asking if I had questions. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; The best tactic I decided was to grab the bull by the horns, and begin with his personal experience. He was impressed with my specific questions and asked if I had a resume. I explained my situation and he forgave me, then requested I return with one. Needless to say, the company is offering a paid internship and someone with my background. The major plus is that they are local and I wont have to travel far to the office. If I am hired I will be the copy editor and work with websites on their content. :D Tomorrow I will go to their office submitting references and a cover page. :D I have to beat the competition to the punch so I decided to react immediately. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3182684804679004395?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3182684804679004395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3182684804679004395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3182684804679004395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3182684804679004395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/opportunities.html' title='Opportunities'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1652872670356194054</id><published>2010-10-08T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T08:31:47.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>As you all know I used to review books for iEATbooks.com but it ended up dying because no one did any reviews as time went by so I quite. Instead I got an offer to try out for fantasyliterature.com as a book reviewer there. :D I am excited! They need someone who will review the young adult section. I got this offer through a professor at BYU. She came to our class to talk about different kinds of books and I asked her how she built up credit to be a book reviewer. She explained, and I told her how I previously worked for iEATbooks.com. That caught her attention, then we discussed business. :) Also, I discovered a way to become a Zumba instructor for BYU and I am shooting to be a teacher next semester. That way I can get paid for doing something I really enjoy. Another way I can bring in money is through a research project I am doing. The school is interested as to whether or not students remember concepts a year after their done with their foundation classes. I will interview people and teach them how to use a program where they will relay their knowledge of what was taught compared to what teachers believe they should remember. These opportunities are wonderful and I can already see my resume building! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1652872670356194054?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1652872670356194054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1652872670356194054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1652872670356194054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1652872670356194054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-8690783482118095798</id><published>2010-10-06T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T12:49:27.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brick it!</title><content type='html'>The popularity of bricks might rise because of a new discovery. Researchers in Spain and Scotland have a lot of wool, and seaweed. If you mix these two with a few other ingredients you have a product that doesn't need to be fired and is more earth friendly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I was hoping to show you the picture of what they looked like but my blog wont let me upload pictures right now. If you look up the article though you can see the different colors they have. http://news.blogs.cnn.com/2010/10/05/seaweed-wool-make-traditional-bricks-tougher/?hpt=Sbin. If you can't access it through there its on CNN with the title "Seaweed, wool make traditional bricks tougher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   PS: I got my loan money yesterday so I am glad to have some money. I think my computer is being weird because I can't italicize words in this either. :/ lata!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-8690783482118095798?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8690783482118095798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=8690783482118095798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8690783482118095798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8690783482118095798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/brick-it.html' title='Brick it!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1507710494978190830</id><published>2010-10-01T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T08:39:15.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Gift</title><content type='html'>1 This semester I was worried about money because my loan has  not come in yet to pay off tuition and housing. And I usually get 2,500 or a couple hundred more. But this semester I have 3,500 and where all that extra money came from I am not sure but I am very grateful for it. I know I didn't do anything to earn it, so I leave the credit to God. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 In Nigeria a bus of preschoolers were kidnapped by gun men and taken hostage. The teacher and bus driver that were on board escaped from the gunmen then went to the police station and helped police track them down. All the children were freed and returned home to their parents. The president of Nigeria was disgusted and is continuing to try and hunt down a few of the gun men that escaped custody. Nigeria is well known for drug and prostitute trafficking but the bad guys didn't get away with it this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1507710494978190830?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1507710494978190830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1507710494978190830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1507710494978190830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1507710494978190830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/10/gods-gift.html' title='God&apos;s Gift'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-2073734836117102457</id><published>2010-09-29T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T09:06:29.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prostitutes and War</title><content type='html'>What is it that makes something a war? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically it is a signed declaration of war between two parties. Vietnam is not considered a war or the battle in Iraq. Actually the battle in Iraq is a War on Terrorism. Funny how they used "Terrorism" and not a specific country. Then they can use the money for war anywhere they want claiming terrorism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prostitutes&lt;br /&gt; Canadian prostitutes are trying to legalize prostitution with the requirement of a zoning permit and compensation. The judge in the hearing legalized it but some are thinking of repealing it as well. Prostitution will be legal in 30 days in Canada and is already legal in Australia and New Zealand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-2073734836117102457?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2073734836117102457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=2073734836117102457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2073734836117102457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2073734836117102457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/prostitutes-and-war.html' title='Prostitutes and War'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-393559848245863276</id><published>2010-09-27T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T08:16:57.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Encrypted Messages</title><content type='html'>Law Enforcement and the Obama administration are trying to pass a law where they can wiretap through programs on the internet. This will give them power to dissect encrypted messages in the programs and catch more criminals.But there are many problems with what they are trying to enforce. If the law is passed then programs such as "Twitter" "Facebook" "Myspace" and others have to redo their support system and take some features off it. The problem I have with this is that the government will take their opportunities too far eventually and use that power in a way that is negative. This also reminds me of Hitler and how he watched people and influenced them through communication sytems. Is that too extreme? I believe it is a little bit but there is some similarity there. I found this article in the NY Times check it out: http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/27/us/27wiretap.html?pagewanted=2&amp;_r=1&amp;adxnnl=1&amp;partner=rss&amp;emc=rss&amp;src=igw&amp;adxnnlx=1285599761-Qe%20MVsu%20mE4tD%20oE8IYGGQ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-393559848245863276?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/393559848245863276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=393559848245863276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/393559848245863276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/393559848245863276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/encrypted-messages.html' title='Encrypted Messages'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5823022268372477639</id><published>2010-09-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:48:11.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creepers of Rex</title><content type='html'>I was out with Justin and when I get back home Marie has a story to tell me. It goes like this: &lt;br /&gt;Marie: Jess! Some creepers were tapping on your window tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Me: What?! We are second story!&lt;br /&gt;Marie: I know, but they somehow were knocking on your window and asking who was in your room. &lt;br /&gt;Me: Ugh! Creepers! What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Marie: Micquellyn screamed for you but I told her you were gone then she screamed for me and I ran in. She told me what happened and I ran outside to kick their A**. Once they saw me coming they bolted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To creepers trying to get into our rooms,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do sleep with a weapon and try that again when I am there. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5823022268372477639?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5823022268372477639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5823022268372477639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5823022268372477639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5823022268372477639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/creepers-of-rex.html' title='Creepers of Rex'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7388974637518511803</id><published>2010-09-09T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T11:26:09.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>"The ability to read awoke inside me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive."&lt;br /&gt;                - Autobiography  of Malcolm X, 1964&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         ?What are your thoughts on reading?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I agree. My thoughts on this quote is that reading can teach, remind, refocus, and amuse all at once in the form of ink on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I would like everyone to comment and add in their two cents please so I can see what other people think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7388974637518511803?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7388974637518511803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7388974637518511803' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7388974637518511803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7388974637518511803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/09/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5210653511747566296</id><published>2010-08-31T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T20:29:47.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School Again! :D</title><content type='html'>Onto my junior year now and I am so happy with the back to school deals I have gotten this summer. I went to thrift stores for the majority of my new clothes and Wal Mart had a sale on school supplies which included dishes. All my school stuff is blue because that is my favorite color and it will make my stuff stand out from my roommates. My favorite item I bought was a teapot. Its small and silver but in great shape and was only $3. I am way excited to test it out and drink some apple cider. I got back from spending the weekend in Spokane with Justin. It was action packed as usual; we rode horses, had dinner with his grandparents, dessert with his brother and his wife, trampoline jumping, watched movies, packed for school, church, hot tub party, shot guns, and shot a blow gun. Turns out I am pretty handy with a blow gun. I get to see him next week when I go back to school so I am excited. My BFF Kari is going down with me and it will be a fun road trip. I just realized one of my socks is inside out. This is a side affect of being groggy in the morning. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5210653511747566296?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5210653511747566296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5210653511747566296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5210653511747566296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5210653511747566296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school-again-d.html' title='Back to School Again! :D'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-2274003031808790466</id><published>2010-08-18T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:29:10.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trespassing</title><content type='html'>Our backyard is pretty spiffy with a hot tub, pool, and fire pit with lots of plants scattered around. But last night my mum woke up to the sound of water at 1:30am. I take late showers but thats too late for anyone in the house at all. So she looked outside and the neighbor girl who is in her 20's is in our hot tub with her boyfriend. My mum didn't call the cops instead she told them how rude they were and to get out. My parent's were noticing that the dogs were escaping more often lately out the gate which resulted in us blaming each other because none of us did it. The real culprit is the neighbor girl because they wouldn't bother closing the gate when they left. I can't find my mum so I don't know all the dirty details. But I am sure some nastiness was going on in that hot tub with her boyfriend. There is one solid fact though and that is I will not get in that hot tub again. No matter how clean it is I am not touching it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-2274003031808790466?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2274003031808790466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=2274003031808790466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2274003031808790466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2274003031808790466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/trespassing.html' title='Trespassing'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1076774759005305524</id><published>2010-08-17T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:47:13.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Charming Arrived!</title><content type='html'>Justin got here at around 9 o'clock and I was so excited! We mostly just hung out and I showed him around so he knew where to go for food and sleep. We woke up the next morning and went shooting til lunch time. He really like shooting the assault rifle and I tried out my new hand gun. I like my hand gun alot. He probably met about 30 people over the time of 2 days and I highly doubt he will remember them all but that is ok. After shooting we took a nap in the car on the way home to change for going to Seattle. We went to Pike Place Market and looked at what people were selling and got free samples for most of the time which was tastey! We were severley dehydrated by the time we were at Red Robin with my parents and auntie with her fiance. We both drank 5-6 glasses and didn't have to pee afterward because our bodies just obsorbed it. We were beat after that so we made a fort and watched Avatar in our club fort. We have our own club it is the "creatures in our stomach club." Its ok if you dont understand its a inside joke. Sunday we slept in and went to sacrament then cut out early because it was 95 degrees and went swimming then had a picnic and he left for home. It was a stellar weekend and I can't wait to see him again. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1076774759005305524?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1076774759005305524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1076774759005305524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1076774759005305524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1076774759005305524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-charming-arrived.html' title='My Charming Arrived!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-2178792162466792824</id><published>2010-08-10T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:00:00.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Report</title><content type='html'>I realized that I am the only one with a blog in my family so no one knows what is going on in my house. Well this post is going to update you. My dad goes to work as usual but lately some church buddies of his have made a gun club. They go out every month and shoot each other's guns while acting like goofballs in the forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum has been keeping busy with her summer off by decorating the house. We already had the decorations but never got around to put them up til now. So now there are sconces and fake flowers on the walls. She also has been hanging out with her friends lately or chillin out in our pool when its a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Kyle is another story. He is usually found downstairs in "the cave" because its always dark and cluttered with his treasures. When he has gas and more money to spare he runs around between mville and everett with his friends. Other than that he is brushing up on his guitar hero skills or also listens to satanic music. He doesn't have a stable job. He just helps out his friends dad once in a while so money is sparse in his pocket. He also leaves for boot camp in November; he has joined the Marines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi is amazing! I have been trying to get a job since I got home but, the fact I leave soon has been posing a problem. So I just do handy man stuff for people which helps. I recently turned 20 and recieved: Sunday Dress, Barnes&amp;Noble gift card, air soft gun, theigh holster, my parents also paid for the trip Justin and I took to Silverwood. I have extra money from the presents but I decided to save it to pay for the road trip back to school. Justin comes to visit me in 3 DAYS! I can't wait! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-2178792162466792824?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2178792162466792824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=2178792162466792824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2178792162466792824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2178792162466792824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/latest-news.html' title='Family Report'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5644675061954601988</id><published>2010-08-08T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:00:43.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 20</title><content type='html'>Time has flown by so fast. I didn't expect getting into my 20's so soon. Tomorrow is my birthday and I have a job interview for Puma at 11:15. I wish it wasn't on my birthday because I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to hear, "your a great candidate and thank you for your time but we have already filled the positions." I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even know what I am going to do that day except the interview and hopefully go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt;. But I am sure my family will want to have dinner and watch some movie then eat cake and go to bed. I am half way through college so that is good and I got my dream job before I turned 20. So tomorrow I turn 20 and no magical process will occur sadly. What did you guys do when you turned 20? Leave your response as a comment. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5644675061954601988?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5644675061954601988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5644675061954601988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5644675061954601988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5644675061954601988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/08/turning-20.html' title='Turning 20'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7294017145653394729</id><published>2010-07-30T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:22:50.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TFMJFyNj28I/AAAAAAAAAKM/gQKj6nSMpck/s1600/Justin+and+I+at+Silverwood+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499749564932152258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TFMJFyNj28I/AAAAAAAAAKM/gQKj6nSMpck/s200/Justin+and+I+at+Silverwood+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home I stayed at Justin's house for a couple days and we went to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Silverwood&lt;/span&gt; for one of them. After that action packed day my drain of energy resulted in me falling asleep while we were watching a movie with his family that night. In this picture we were riding on the train to settle our stomachs after eating lunch before we went on twisty roller coasters. We had a great weekend together! There are two photos but the other one wouldn't download correctly. We can never remember that we have a camera to take pictures so we need to get better at it. But he comes over next weekend so hopefully you will see more pics then. :) Yes, he is very handsome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7294017145653394729?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7294017145653394729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7294017145653394729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7294017145653394729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7294017145653394729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-way-home-i-stayed-at-justins-house.html' title=''/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TFMJFyNj28I/AAAAAAAAAKM/gQKj6nSMpck/s72-c/Justin+and+I+at+Silverwood+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3264340732337383908</id><published>2010-07-28T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:18:33.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grades!!</title><content type='html'>I passed all my classes!!! :D I thought I was going to have to retake the Math 108 class because my english classes took almost all my attention. But I passed so I dont have to take that gay class again! :D Nothing else is really new besides job hunting. So far Puma or Kenneth Cole seem as though they were interested the most. Life is good hopefully my charming comes to visit soon on this side of washington so he can meet people. We are moving my room to upstairs again and I will work on that tomorrow with my mum. I have also missed painting but discovered that I am really good with wood work too. But I can only work on refining one hobby at a time so painting is the priority. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3264340732337383908?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3264340732337383908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3264340732337383908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3264340732337383908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3264340732337383908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/07/grades.html' title='Grades!!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5750186056985845574</id><published>2010-07-12T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:26:52.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Links</title><content type='html'>On the side is my book review link and I am linked to a few other websites on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; but I have not published them yet. I will publish my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;weebly&lt;/span&gt; soon which is a professional website that managers can look at when they wish to hire me. It will contain some of my essays, poetry, resume, cover letter, and references. Just wanted to give you a heads up if you were wondering why there is currently only one link. More will come no worries :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5750186056985845574?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5750186056985845574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5750186056985845574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5750186056985845574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5750186056985845574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/07/links.html' title='Links'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1441823208174811731</id><published>2010-07-05T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T10:34:19.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 day weekend!</title><content type='html'>I have been spending my 4 day weekend with by boyfriend Justin. We didn't have friday off but I had only one class which was at 7am and I went back home packed and did some homework before he got out of class. We went down to the Jarvis's house friday and left saturday evening. It was alot of fun! :D Friday night we got there for dinner then played scrabble and some other game. For scrabble we were on teams of 2 and there were 3 teams. Vicky and jenny were on a team and Mike and cora were on a team. Justin and I were on a team of course :). And we totally creamed them! :D Justin thinks I practice scrabble but I dont, I'm just that good! Saturday morning Justin and I were the first ones up since our bodies dont like sleeping in past 630 anymore because we get up at 6. We read his book for a bit then eventually just spaced out on the couch next to each other. Then everyone else got up and we had brunch then went to riverdale and swam all day. :D Silly me didn't put on sunscreen but I did pack it. My back is burnt but not horribly bad. We all went in the hot tub then ran over to the big slide which was alot of fun. I was called a cheater at marco polo because I whisper polo rather than yelling it. Justin tried to remedy my sneaky ways of not getting caught by holding me screaming polo which did result in me getting caught. But he only caught me that once! :D Then we left the Jarvis's and drove home so we could take a shower before our double date. (we smelled because the water in riverdale is from the hot springs and had algae everywhere). We got ready and left with Kelsey, Dave and Jamie. We went down to IF and ate dinner then watched the fireworks. Justin and I were both grumpy by the end of the night cause were tired and annoyed with stupid drivers. Then yesterday we convinced his roommate Adam and his chick friend Sara to make us cookies :) and we did homework. Today is unplanned we will have to see what we are doing today! See ya guys later! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1441823208174811731?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1441823208174811731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1441823208174811731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1441823208174811731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1441823208174811731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/07/4-day-weekend.html' title='4 day weekend!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1725866170917413008</id><published>2010-06-22T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T20:45:19.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tragic Villain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riddler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TCGCuu_KOkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TL-u3q46SZo/s1600/blogart1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485809560512510530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TCGCuu_KOkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TL-u3q46SZo/s200/blogart1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Batman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TCGCuD0eoaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X-qBnZMn87w/s1600/blogart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485809548924985762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TCGCuD0eoaI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/X-qBnZMn87w/s200/blogart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;               &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I have been a Batman fan for a while. But I have come across an old character that just might replace him. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riddler&lt;/span&gt; has become a new person to me, since I am researching him for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; class. I am writing my research paper on the question of whether the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riddler&lt;/span&gt; is a tragic hero or villain. I will be trying to prove that he is merely a tragic hero categorized wrongly, due to the overemphasized stereotype of a villain. I have been looking at his background and interactions with other characters in the DC comic books; he has proven to me a more heroic play in the story. But then I may just be biased. Sadly, Batman isn't looking so cool with his dark cave, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;indispensable&lt;/span&gt; cars, and black outfit. Whereas, with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riddler&lt;/span&gt; you have a challenge of wits, a crazed friend and someone who likes to solve mysteries. I am actually thinking of getting rid of my Batman shirt for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riddler&lt;/span&gt; shirt. I am excited to do the research for this project! :D Who do you think is better the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Riddler&lt;/span&gt; or Batman?&lt;/span&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/1162101080787855579-1725866170917413008?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1725866170917413008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1725866170917413008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1725866170917413008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1725866170917413008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/06/tragic-villain.html' title='Tragic Villain?'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TCGCuu_KOkI/AAAAAAAAAKE/TL-u3q46SZo/s72-c/blogart1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7345246603120736897</id><published>2010-06-19T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T00:27:50.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Update</title><content type='html'>So tonight was my third date with Justin. Can I say that guy is just AWESOME! :D Neither of us have been to a rodeo before so we went to one here in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rexburg&lt;/span&gt;. It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a small town party. Justin and I agreed there needed to be drunk people to laugh at but there weren't any. We still had a great time though just chatting and making fun of people. Finding a bathroom was an adventure of itself. There was a little wooden shack with some of the roofing missing and that was the bathroom. It was nasty looking; Justin and I took one look at it and turned around because the toilet was pretty much a hole in the ground and I refused to pee in it and he didn't want to use it either. So we left because our homes were not far from where the rodeo was. We went to my place first so I could use my bathroom and then we went to his so he could use his bathroom. We went back to the rodeo and continued chatting then there was hardly anyone around. There were a few people left but the crowd was gone. Then we realized it was over and went back to his place and made dinner together. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; normally cook so I just let him boss me around in the kitchen even though he isn't really bossy. We had a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;russian&lt;/span&gt; dinner which is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tasty&lt;/span&gt;! :D Then we ate dinner and got ice cream and watched a movie. Total FUN! :D Yup so later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7345246603120736897?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7345246603120736897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7345246603120736897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7345246603120736897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7345246603120736897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/06/fun-update.html' title='Fun Update'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3340172877437050920</id><published>2010-06-10T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T17:05:03.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Terms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I have been working pretty hard in my classes but throughout these past fews weeks I felt like I was barely cutting it. I get up at 6:30 for the majority of the week and I stay up late doing homework. I have gone to class wearing my pajama clothes except I threw on jeans. And I have walked out the door with mismatching clothes on. I was worried about my performance in my classes because I felt like I wasn't doing so stellar. But mid term grades came out today. And boy was I surprised. I either have a high B or an A in all my classes. Except in math of course but I will fix that soon I am not too worried. So thats my good news so far! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3340172877437050920?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3340172877437050920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3340172877437050920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3340172877437050920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3340172877437050920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/06/mid-terms.html' title='Mid Terms'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-2090080657704717251</id><published>2010-06-05T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T15:22:18.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R Mountain Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TArNpTw7VmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DrIjmDc0Rs4/s1600/R+Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479418006213449314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TArNpTw7VmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DrIjmDc0Rs4/s320/R+Mountain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TArNonDrPBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IuCbBekMqtE/s1600/R+Mountain+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479417994212490258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TArNonDrPBI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IuCbBekMqtE/s320/R+Mountain+3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TArNoMLaAeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bADUnu4x6Nw/s1600/R+Mountain+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479417986997158370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TArNoMLaAeI/AAAAAAAAAJk/bADUnu4x6Nw/s320/R+Mountain+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tada! There is our group except Paul. He got in one of the pics but I dont have that one. Farthest on the left is Justin, ME, Cierra, and Kaitlyn. The pic on the top right is me threatening to kick Cierra off the hill because she would not shut up. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-2090080657704717251?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2090080657704717251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=2090080657704717251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2090080657704717251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2090080657704717251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/06/r-mountain-pictures.html' title='R Mountain Pictures'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TArNpTw7VmI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/DrIjmDc0Rs4/s72-c/R+Mountain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-4317447678339731790</id><published>2010-06-04T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:55:29.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the movie &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sarafina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; its an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; based movie. Sometimes we forget how great our lives are because we are caught up in the moment and stressing how things will pan out. But I am grateful for the awesome country we live in even though we have special people. :) They are what give the country flavor and something to fight over. But &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sarafina&lt;/span&gt; made me realize how great of a life I live every day. It is more of an educational movie because when you analyze it you learn so much about their culture and how they lead &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; lives. So if you have any educational movies you like. Please make a comment on this post. I want to watch more movies that are uplifting and remind us how lucky we are. :)&lt;br /&gt;Educational Movies:&lt;br /&gt;1 Rwanda&lt;br /&gt;2 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sarafina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Pearl Harbor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-4317447678339731790?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4317447678339731790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=4317447678339731790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4317447678339731790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4317447678339731790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/06/grateful.html' title='Grateful'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1241946993733824628</id><published>2010-05-31T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T10:26:26.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R Mountain</title><content type='html'>Well we left to hike this hill that they call a mountain here. Its obviously called R mountain. We wanted to catch the sunrise so we left at 3:20 am because we were misled as to what time the sun rises. We started out with 10 people the night before and ended up with only 5 of us. It was my two roommates &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cierra&lt;/span&gt;, Kaitlyn, our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FHE&lt;/span&gt; bro Paul and my friend Justin and I. We got in my car cause &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cierra&lt;/span&gt; didn't really want to take hers. We got there and it was still pretty dark but luckily the moon and stars were out to give us some light. We also decided to go without a flashlight to make things more "fun". Anyways the hill is straight up and its pretty steep. Needless to say I went down off to the side of the trail to get up some slippery rocks and grabbed a rock to push myself up. But it was not a rock, instead it was a prickly bush with lots of tiny little thorns. Justin luckily kept his flashlight and we pulled some bigger thorns out. At the top we would take out the rest of the tiny ones. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cierra&lt;/span&gt; had the lead for most of the time up which I didn't mind. Paul told us to leave him behind but I do not do MIA. So we took a couple breaks which was nice. We got to the top in no time and we waited for the sun to rise. But we didn't take the right trail towards the end so we were on the wrong side of the hill to actually see the sun rise. Justin opted that we run then I explained to him I do not run. And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cierra&lt;/span&gt; and Kaitlyn were done hiking and just complained all morning. Paul, Justin, and I had no pity on them because they put themselves in the predicament for waiting for the sunrise. They also had more clothes on than us and we were just fine. So we watched the sun rise but it was more of we watched the sky change colors. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;. We also successfully got all those little thorns out of left hand which was nice because they hurt on the rest of the way up the hill. FYI can I say, my completely ungraceful and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;clumsy&lt;/span&gt; side came out on this hike?! Justin was just having the time of his life watching me almost biff it a million times. It was funny but I wish he did not see that. Paul was glad for the hike down which I do not blame him since he had a rough time getting up but still got to the top in the end. I will post pics up once I get copies from my roomie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1241946993733824628?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1241946993733824628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1241946993733824628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1241946993733824628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1241946993733824628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/05/r-mountain.html' title='R Mountain'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-8947777642420707745</id><published>2010-05-25T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:36:39.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great News!</title><content type='html'>Alright people's you all have been guessing when I would date. I have never been asked on a date at college since it started. Hahaha but one guy had the guts and he is cool in my book. So we went on a date last saturday night. And yes we most likely will be going on another one. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-8947777642420707745?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8947777642420707745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=8947777642420707745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8947777642420707745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8947777642420707745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/05/great-news.html' title='Great News!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7226285025066994513</id><published>2010-05-21T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:49:09.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth Be Known</title><content type='html'>1 There were 3 known rapes at B.Y.U and the school did not notify the student body. (don't ask how I know.)&lt;br /&gt;2 Girls are not the only ones that fake being married at school. (A couple guys admitted it)&lt;br /&gt;3 There is a immorality problem even on campus and the school is going crazy trying to stop it. (There are sex rings and student/ teacher inappropriate affliations.)&lt;br /&gt;4 There is so much art at the school they should open a huge gallery. (The art is amazing here and I feel like it should have its own place.)&lt;br /&gt;5 Police report to at least 10 domestic dispute calls every night and most of the abusers are women. (interviewed cheif police of rexburg)&lt;br /&gt;6 Law enforcement blames people marrying too young for domestic dispute rates.&lt;br /&gt;7 The shortest record on campus of engagement is currently 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much not spoken about here at Rexburg Idaho and I feel like it needs to be known. People and adults are so ignorant of the drinking problems and sex scandals going on. There are teachers that speak against what the school upholds. Its a crazy world and even in a little town things can get a little crazy.  I like this school very much but it drives me insane how people think everything is perfect when its not. Let the truth be known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7226285025066994513?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7226285025066994513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7226285025066994513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7226285025066994513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7226285025066994513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/05/truth-be-known.html' title='Truth Be Known'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3250961404970106381</id><published>2010-05-14T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T08:31:35.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration/ Bahahaha</title><content type='html'>My Frustration:&lt;br /&gt;Target: &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheif&lt;/span&gt; Editor of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dystopia&lt;/span&gt; Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;Background: In my Eng 314 class we are in charge of Magazines and submitting to other magazines to practice our writing and beef up our resumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheif&lt;/span&gt; Editor of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dystopia&lt;/span&gt; Magazine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   After I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; feedback from your writer I have 48 hours to resubmit a better version. Due to your lack of organization and leadership. Your reviewer has yet to give me feedback and I am down to 8 hours until my next deadline. I am an organized person down to the minute in my planner. When I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt; feedback by your deadline that is very bad. Since I panicked all night. I had no clue what to do with myself besides work on it and so I just panicked instead. That resulted in me not finishing an outline for another essay which has a deadline as well. For the writer to track down the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chief&lt;/span&gt; Editor and Professor explaining the problem is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;. You as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chief&lt;/span&gt; Editor need to show some leadership and professional manners. I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chief&lt;/span&gt; Editor of the "Literature Without Borders" magazine. I had my writers submit the feedback at least 3 hours before the deadline. You are no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chief&lt;/span&gt;, if there is any &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chief&lt;/span&gt; between us it is ME!&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;                                                         Most Ardently,&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Jessica Gardner&lt;br /&gt;My Bahaha moments.&lt;br /&gt;I was in math class and my group member blaine asked me if I had a boyfriend. I quickly said no and that I dont do the commitment thing. Then I realized after I said that he might have been asking for his own interest. All I can say is "whoops?" :) Then Micquellyn and I were at the plasma center and there is this really cute nurse guy there named Knox. Its his last name cause I dont know his first one. Anyways I usually chat with him a bit and he is super cute, nerdy cute ;D. I have had the song "Smack That," by Akon stuck in my head all day. I was hooked up to the plasma machine and he walked by me. I suddenly had the urge to jump up get behind him and sing, "Smack that all on the floor, smack that give me some more, smack that til you get sore..." while dancing. I had to remind myslf that there was a needle in my arm and I could not get up to do that and I might get banned for misconduct to the nurse people. Hahahaha but yeah I totally almost did that but I am glad I didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3250961404970106381?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3250961404970106381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3250961404970106381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3250961404970106381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3250961404970106381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/05/frustration-bahahaha.html' title='Frustration/ Bahahaha'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7574880093366095229</id><published>2010-05-05T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:29:23.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing? Good question :)</title><content type='html'>Things as usually went haywire once I got here at school. I haven't even had the time to finish a book that was supposed to be reviewed 2 weeks ago. oops. The beginning of this semester is the hardest. There are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of personal things going on but the song "Not Afraid" by &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt; came out and it just reminded me that I need keep my head up. Yes there is swearing in it if you were curious but the overall message is really good. Still on the run for those who are losing their bets on how quickly I would get married; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt; suckers. I haven't even gone on a date yet but then again I'm not looking for one either. :D I am going to try and avoid taking 3 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt; classes that are all 3 credits next time. The work load is crazy but I am learning so much I just hope I can remember it all. Today I had classes til noon then took a 2 hour nap because I have been up for 24 hours. Then I went and donated plasma with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Micquellyn&lt;/span&gt; and we got 35 bucks which is good then ate dinner and did some more homework and did &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt;. At first they didn't have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zumba&lt;/span&gt; on the schedule and I was not happy but they have it now. I got one  more article to read before I can sleep today so I just wanted to say hi since I haven't done anything on here lately. So later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7574880093366095229?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7574880093366095229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7574880093366095229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7574880093366095229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7574880093366095229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-am-i-doing-good-question.html' title='What am I doing? Good question :)'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-8383223785602949331</id><published>2010-04-19T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:43:39.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S8zrhrwB7MI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-WwfCX26GAQ/s1600/Road+Trip+2010+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461999412005956802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S8zrhrwB7MI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-WwfCX26GAQ/s400/Road+Trip+2010+032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thats right I live in a house! :D We live on the second story and get the best of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S8zrhFlAKMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YuRT9hU1vCg/s1600/Road+Trip+2010+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461999401759156418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S8zrhFlAKMI/AAAAAAAAAJU/YuRT9hU1vCg/s400/Road+Trip+2010+034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the left side of our porch I cleaned it up and it has alot of character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S8zrgndvxhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/62WYytmHYbk/s1600/Road+Trip+2010+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461999393675658770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S8zrgndvxhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/62WYytmHYbk/s400/Road+Trip+2010+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It even came with a bird bath that I cleaned as well and Ceirra brought a hammock. And my favorite spot is on the ledge next to the hammock because I can sit and read a book while watching the sun go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S8zrgGZg7UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xbO6CesnY84/s1600/Road+Trip+2010+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461999384799538498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S8zrgGZg7UI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xbO6CesnY84/s400/Road+Trip+2010+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kari's and my room. It looks tiny but we have enough space and I have alot of extra space which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S8zrfmporBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IgnmgqrJLSY/s1600/Road+Trip+2010+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461999376277220370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S8zrfmporBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/IgnmgqrJLSY/s400/Road+Trip+2010+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My side is kind of bland because I am not really a decorator and I dont have alot of stuff. This is a pic of just after we moved in. Kari and I are lovin the house all the furniture has an old feel to it. Also it has maple floors except for in our room. It is so nice and sunny here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1162101080787855579-8383223785602949331?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8383223785602949331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=8383223785602949331' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8383223785602949331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8383223785602949331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/04/welcome-to-my-place.html' title='Welcome to my place'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S8zrhrwB7MI/AAAAAAAAAJc/-WwfCX26GAQ/s72-c/Road+Trip+2010+032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1914604136310361094</id><published>2010-03-29T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T22:13:17.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Leavin! :D</title><content type='html'>I leave in 2 weeks to go back to ol Rexy. I can't wait to go and start school again. Sure I'm excited in the beginning and by the end I want to stab all piles of homework. But its a hate love relationship. :) I am tired of being here in Mville. Its so boring so I fill up my time painting, working out with aunt heidi and gma buttons, and reading. Dude I recently bought a size 6 pants and those babies fit! Heck yes! :D So yeah I leave on the 15th of april and my presence will be made known there soon. My best friend Kari and I are gonna road trip it together I am excited! Even if my parents aren't so keen of letting me rip up some asphalt on the way there. Hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1914604136310361094?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1914604136310361094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1914604136310361094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1914604136310361094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1914604136310361094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-leavin-d.html' title='I&apos;m Leavin! :D'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-6186273684833246250</id><published>2010-03-16T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:28:13.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Job ATTAINED!!! :D</title><content type='html'>Ever since I was little I wanted to get paid to read books. And now I do! I am a book critic on iEATbooks.com with 8 other authors. I go under the name Jessi Gardner. I have two posts already up online. My first review I was super nervous so it didn't turn out so good but my second one is much better. And I love criticism because I know I am no pro and am working hard on becoming better. And if you want to buy the book we reviewed there is a amazon link on the review page and we get more hits by google if you guys go there more or buy from us. We have an array of genres that people read. I am so happy I have finally attained my dream job and now I just have to work at becoming better at it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-6186273684833246250?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6186273684833246250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=6186273684833246250' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6186273684833246250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6186273684833246250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/03/dream-job-attained-d.html' title='Dream Job ATTAINED!!! :D'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7958645830770370881</id><published>2010-03-06T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:35:17.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why my life is...AWESOME!!!</title><content type='html'>1) Half way done with college.&lt;br /&gt;2) I might have attained my dream job as a book critic at the age of 19.&lt;br /&gt;3) School starts soon.&lt;br /&gt;4) I have lost so much weight and I feel good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;5) I have discovered yoga. Still warming up to it but I like it so far.&lt;br /&gt;6) Candy is at my disposal.&lt;br /&gt;7) Again dream job.&lt;br /&gt;8) Dream job.&lt;br /&gt;9) I have the best best friend ever who is Kari Forsberg!&lt;br /&gt;10) I am sooo cool :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7958645830770370881?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7958645830770370881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7958645830770370881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7958645830770370881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7958645830770370881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-my-life-isawesome.html' title='Why my life is...AWESOME!!!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7303605392839558638</id><published>2010-03-05T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:07:50.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City of Beasts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S5Fj_jSAKnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BWGnzaWYedw/s1600-h/blogart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 215px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445243367921298034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S5Fj_jSAKnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BWGnzaWYedw/s320/blogart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beginning of the book was very difficult for me to get into. But about half way through it started to engluf you. This author has a great imagination in the imagery department. You felt like you could actually see the transparent indians yourself and that you could smell the stench of dead bodies. The plot itself was far from what I expected and I enjoyed that I was taken off gurad. Its not normal that I can't predict what happens next but this showed a whole new world. I would give this a 8 out of 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7303605392839558638?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7303605392839558638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7303605392839558638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7303605392839558638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7303605392839558638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/03/city-of-beasts.html' title='City of Beasts'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S5Fj_jSAKnI/AAAAAAAAAI0/BWGnzaWYedw/s72-c/blogart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-6251239254623022746</id><published>2010-03-03T17:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:50:14.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Blue hair! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S48RXsqoOWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ntBHMg_UERc/s1600-h/hair+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444589573338839394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S48RXsqoOWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ntBHMg_UERc/s320/hair+001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is pretty subtle but I only wanted streaks in my hair. Right now it is already faded I am very disappointed since its only been 3 weeks since I had it done. But it was pretty cool while it was in. I will soon have copper highlights before I go back to school. Because you can't have unnatural colors there (roll eyes) but oh well.&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/1162101080787855579-6251239254623022746?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6251239254623022746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=6251239254623022746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6251239254623022746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6251239254623022746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-blue-hair-d.html' title='My Blue hair! :D'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S48RXsqoOWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ntBHMg_UERc/s72-c/hair+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-4311693387285067508</id><published>2010-02-12T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:05:15.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring Update</title><content type='html'>Well I am almost half way through with college :/ ikes! I have one more semester then I will be officially half way through. College turned out alot worse than I expected. Because in High School well the one that I attended, I never really had to work for something. Things were really easy there. Then I entered college and I am no longer the smartest kid in class. Instead I have rivals to get attention of the professor. Sometimes I get confused on how to fulfill what they assign us. My beginning quality to my professors was "slacker." I have never felt so insulted when they told me this. Of course it was all sugar coated but I knew what they were saying. They tell me that I have to do double the work of my peers to get an A+ on that paper instead of a B. At first I thought I wouldnt make it but I pushed myself so far I even impressed my professors. My math teacher recently told me to quite his class because I wasn't "capable" of passing. As I was leaving his office I turned to him and said, "My name is Jessica Gardner and nothing is impossible. I will pass this class and you will be amazed." And I walked out. I am sure he sat there stunned for a couple minutes but I was mad. I passed his class and he said he has never seen anyone fail the first half of class then shoot off like a rocket. I passed that class and when it ended I said my favorite three little words, "Told you so." He smiled and said goodbye. But I have learned that its ok ot pull an all nighter and to out a little BS in your projects and that the professors fall for it. I learned that I need a schedule book at school. Otherwise I am running around like a chicken with my head cut off. I learned its ok to kick inatimate objects when frustrated at a blank page on your computer. And when you get the urge to ask a question just ask. Even if others think its dumb ask it anyways. I also learned it is awkward to see your professors at Wal Mart and you are in middle of a sword fight with your roomies. And I like it so much that I wont quite. I love proving my professors wrong when they say that things are unachievable. To see a person who is well into their 40's just stare at you because you said the truth or that you figured out a solution and a cheat to something they couldn't figure out. I cheated in math class all semester. I never did the process the teacher required of me I figured out a new way how to do it that was fool proof. My math teacher's jaw dropped when I did it on the board he whispered I quote "Thats impossible." I smirked and said "Clearly it isn't and you can do it too if you doubt me." He tried for 30 minutes to make my process fail but it only proved it's success he then took notes how to do it and taught others my process. PS I am a genius :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-4311693387285067508?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4311693387285067508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=4311693387285067508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4311693387285067508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4311693387285067508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/02/boring-update.html' title='Boring Update'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3237684910648954936</id><published>2010-02-06T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:07:01.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELL YEAH SUCKERS!!!</title><content type='html'>Alright so I have been working out regularly just to stay in shape so I wont gain weight between semesters. And I have also changed how I eat. Which has now resulted in a HOT BOD! lol I'm ssssoooo conceided :D. I can wear a size 7 and still look good in it. I am just so happy. I was a size 11 and my hips and theighs were huge but I didn't really know how to get them down. And so I changed everything and it worked. :D I didn't even mean to put on the pants on purpose I was curious. the thought just hit me and I said "why not?!" so I grabbed a pair put them on and danced!!! Thats right I danced in the fitting room then ran over to my Best Friend Kari in the perfume section. People only saw a streak of blue and brown hair race across the store. I screamed at her "GUESS WHAT! GUESS WHAT!! THESE ARE 7'S!!!!!!!" Everyone was looking at me but I didn't care I still danced in the middle of the store because I'm hot! :D lol So now I own a pair of 7's and plan on donating my older jeans because I never want to fit in them ever again. :D :D :D Dude I'm so hot! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3237684910648954936?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3237684910648954936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3237684910648954936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3237684910648954936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3237684910648954936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/02/hell-yeah-suckers.html' title='HELL YEAH SUCKERS!!!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5749566670008558859</id><published>2010-02-02T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:25:35.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear John,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S2i0RzeahoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DRt0exnol3I/s1600-h/blogart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433791168391054978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S2i0RzeahoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DRt0exnol3I/s200/blogart.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By: Nicholas Sparks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was a good book I would give it a 3/5 because it was hard for me to get suckered into. The main character is a guy; so the thinking process was different and took some getting use to. But none the less a good book. I definately recommend this book to anyone who wants to have a good time. This story made me so happy :) No I didn't cry but I'm sure someone did hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5749566670008558859?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5749566670008558859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5749566670008558859' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5749566670008558859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5749566670008558859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-john.html' title='Dear John,'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S2i0RzeahoI/AAAAAAAAAIk/DRt0exnol3I/s72-c/blogart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1947604438881575710</id><published>2010-01-14T13:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:31:18.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best time EVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S1f0F1RyY-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/NJxXgVhbTTI/s1600-h/Fall+2009+and+winter+2010+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429076256856630242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S1f0F1RyY-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/NJxXgVhbTTI/s200/Fall+2009+and+winter+2010+096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S1f0FE9n7iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DPL_IoMUYRU/s1600-h/Fall+2009+and+winter+2010+094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429076243887156770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S1f0FE9n7iI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DPL_IoMUYRU/s200/Fall+2009+and+winter+2010+094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S1f0EiBx3LI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lXK6v2tKcSs/s1600-h/Fall+2009+and+winter+2010+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429076234509343922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S1f0EiBx3LI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lXK6v2tKcSs/s200/Fall+2009+and+winter+2010+091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S1f0EFVgYVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VpFUUfAZuJE/s1600-h/Fall+2009+and+winter+2010+089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429076226807456082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S1f0EFVgYVI/AAAAAAAAAIE/VpFUUfAZuJE/s200/Fall+2009+and+winter+2010+089.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week my best friend Toy and I have been hanging out alot. His first name is Kyle and his last name is Toy so I call him toy instead. Anyways we hung out on tuesday night and we built a fort out of blankets and chairs. It was the best time I have had in a long time. We stayed inside our fort for hours swapping imaginary secrets. Toy: i am allergic to dinosaurs Me: I insult myself in the mirror every morning. It was alot of fun and I recommend that everyone build a for&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S1f0DhhgGzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YoNIKSdVf68/s1600-h/Fall+2009+and+winter+2010+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429076217194093362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S1f0DhhgGzI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YoNIKSdVf68/s200/Fall+2009+and+winter+2010+087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t to remember the bests times as a kid and make new ones :) I'll post pics of us later sorry :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1162101080787855579-1947604438881575710?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1947604438881575710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1947604438881575710' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1947604438881575710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1947604438881575710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-time-ever.html' title='Best time EVER!!!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/S1f0F1RyY-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/NJxXgVhbTTI/s72-c/Fall+2009+and+winter+2010+096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-2265196516831799212</id><published>2010-01-06T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T13:06:29.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review</title><content type='html'>Nicholas Sparks&lt;br /&gt;"The Last Song"&lt;br /&gt;Rating 4.8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this book very much. The main character is easy to relate to and the way that the story is painted is so clear in your mind. Its an easy world to escape to and be lost in. Its about a young girl and her little brother spending time with their father for the summer. Ronnie the young woman has ignored her father for 3 years and is forced to stay with him. Her father left the family one day and never came back so the mom Kim has raised them alone since. Her mother is going to be remarried to a guy she doesn't like. While her stay with her father Ronnie meets a guy she never thought she would like and they discover new things together and grow together as people through out the summer. Great book definately read it!!!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-2265196516831799212?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2265196516831799212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=2265196516831799212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2265196516831799212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2265196516831799212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2010/01/book-review.html' title='Book Review'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-2114536855202448372</id><published>2009-12-12T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T14:30:22.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days</title><content type='html'>Friday night&lt;br /&gt;CLEAN CHECKS FOR DORMS&lt;br /&gt;We started cleaning around 5pm blasted music and threw alot of papers away that weren't needed anymore. And I packed everything in my suitcases so I won't have to  clean the drawers out again and there is no point cleaning everything and then cleaning it again a couple days later and packing. So I have everything packed and I put stuff in storage tuesday. At around 11pm we were a little high off the bleach and were starving and needed caffiene really bad to keep going. So went to a gas station and got moutnain dew and candy. Then we were hungry so we hit up Jack in the Box. We were at the drive thru and the guy talked so slow and quietly we were yelling and singing to him. We got to the window and discovered it was Wesley's first time through a drive thru and began documenting it with cassie's camera. All they could see and hear from us was loud music lots of yelling and random flashes of light. :D He was so unhappy they forgot the bacon on my burger and gave us extra fries. Then we refueled and started downloading music from each other while cleaning. We stayed up til 4am cleaning and went to sleep then at 7 got up and did some finishing touches. The checkers showed up outside at 8:05am we coaxed them with chocolate to come check us first. They fell for it and checked us first. We passed and they said I had the cleanest bathroom they will probably see all day :D. Then we slept on the couch til noon and then Imoved to my bed and woke up at 2:30pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-2114536855202448372?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2114536855202448372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=2114536855202448372' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2114536855202448372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2114536855202448372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/12/6-days.html' title='6 Days'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3208626044989366836</id><published>2009-12-09T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:11:22.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I love books so much!</title><content type='html'>Books Fall Open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books fall open,&lt;br /&gt;You fall in . . .&lt;br /&gt;Delighted where&lt;br /&gt;You've never been;&lt;br /&gt;Hear voices not once&lt;br /&gt;Heard before,&lt;br /&gt;Reach world on world&lt;br /&gt;Through door on door;&lt;br /&gt;Find unexpected&lt;br /&gt;Keys to things&lt;br /&gt;Locked up beyond&lt;br /&gt;Imaginings.&lt;br /&gt;What might you be,&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps become,&lt;br /&gt;Because one book&lt;br /&gt;Is somewhere?&lt;br /&gt;Some&lt;br /&gt;Wise delver into&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom, wit&lt;br /&gt;And wherewhithal&lt;br /&gt;Has written it.&lt;br /&gt;True books will venture,&lt;br /&gt;Dare you out,&lt;br /&gt;Whisper secrets&lt;br /&gt;Maybe shout&lt;br /&gt;Across the gloom&lt;br /&gt;To you in need,&lt;br /&gt;Who hanker for&lt;br /&gt;A book to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          -David McCord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3208626044989366836?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3208626044989366836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3208626044989366836' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3208626044989366836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3208626044989366836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/12/because-i-love-books-so-much.html' title='Because I love books so much!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-876535459339865622</id><published>2009-12-04T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T11:38:47.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X-Men</title><content type='html'>I recently just watched Wolverine. FYI Great movie!!! I wish I saw it in theatre's but oh well my lap top is just fine. Rumor is that they will also be doing a background on magneto so that movie will be interesting. They also need to bring in captain america because he and wolverine team up to save magneto. How they will achieve this is a good question since not many have actually read the comics but just enjoy the cartoons and movies. Then they need Iron Man and the Hulk to get together because Iron Man is the only one that can control the Hulk. He controls him because his suit cannot be destroyed. So Iron Man and The Hulk are frenemies. I am curious as to see how they will introduce all the intertwining threads there are between the characters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-876535459339865622?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/876535459339865622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=876535459339865622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/876535459339865622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/876535459339865622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/12/x-men.html' title='X-Men'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-730696776809037634</id><published>2009-11-21T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:17:00.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Toaster- For Shannrock</title><content type='html'>Yes there is a toaster. One option you can do yourself is to adjust the springs. At &lt;a href="http://spike.com/video/toaster-on-steroids/3190469"&gt;http://spike.com/video/toaster-on-steroids/3190469&lt;/a&gt; it is super funny. They did not personally adjust the toaster it actually came that way. :) Some that you can buy don't always work properly and rip you off. So if you are interested in buying one I recommend that you look very carefully at the provider and look at the reviews.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-730696776809037634?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/730696776809037634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=730696776809037634' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/730696776809037634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/730696776809037634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/11/shooting-toaster-for-shannrock.html' title='Shooting Toaster- For Shannrock'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-2763629190246169649</id><published>2009-11-19T17:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T18:02:34.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering Odd Question 1</title><content type='html'>For Rochelle :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a condition where you cannot stop sneezing. According to Guinness Records Donna Griffith 12yrs old started sneezing January 13th 1981 and sneezed and estimated million times the first 365 days, then achieved her first sneeze free day September 16th 1893. Poor girl I'm sure her nose was very sore and nasal passages constantly in pain. For the eyes shattering out of your head when keeping your eyes open and sneezing. Your eyes will stay in your head I have personally sneezed multiple times without closing my eyes. Your eyes will water. The reason for closing your eyes is considered a reflex by doctors, but are not clear as to why its triggered. Your contact was probably not stuck on that eye of yours pretty well or it just wanted to go on an adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-2763629190246169649?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2763629190246169649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=2763629190246169649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2763629190246169649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2763629190246169649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/11/answering-odd-question-1.html' title='Answering Odd Question 1'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3156832358077668578</id><published>2009-11-19T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T02:33:35.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd Questions</title><content type='html'>So as a college student I stay up super late writing papers and such. Well I had a few questions or scenarios that come to me because I am tired. My personal favorite was whether or not you can fart the ABC's. Marie searched around and figured that it was not possible but there is a guy that has the record fo farting 23 farts at once!!! Holy cow! If you have any odd questions make a comment and I'll research it for you and we will see where it all goes. :D Be creative!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3156832358077668578?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3156832358077668578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3156832358077668578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3156832358077668578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3156832358077668578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/11/odd-questions.html' title='Odd Questions'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7599319343912711876</id><published>2009-11-14T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T14:05:24.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUENO!!! &amp; TRES BIEN!!!!</title><content type='html'>I made it to prelims! :D I was so happy I iced the heck out of it then 30 min before swim warm ups I went to the first aid center. They heated it for me just so that it was loose when I needed to race. I was so nervous I had to pee really bad before I got on the blocks. Then when I dove in I forgot about it. the first 50 was great I was pushing myself hard but then I realized I was doing a 100 not just a 50. I got half way through my third lap and I couldn't keep up my stamina. I tried to keep pace but I slipped and my arms were aching. My breathing got irregular because I wasn't swimming at a consistant pace. So I swallowed some water but finished the race. When I reached the end I was hyperventilating so I stayed in the water til I could get out and catch my breathe. But I gave it my all even if I wasn't first I still did it! :D My team won champs and spirit award. I am soooo worn out from swimming yesterday and cheering today. The best thing about cheering is pacing up and down the sides yelling at them and giving signals to the swimmers. I am sad its over but glad because my body is worn out. :D GO KNIGHTS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7599319343912711876?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7599319343912711876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7599319343912711876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7599319343912711876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7599319343912711876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/11/bueno-tres-bien.html' title='BUENO!!! &amp; TRES BIEN!!!!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-6828563318799255174</id><published>2009-11-12T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:57:36.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rediculious!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Swim:&lt;br /&gt;I was at swim practice and we were working on lung capacity for prelims this friday and champs on saturday. What you do is that you put on some fins and swim from one side of the pool to the other without breathing and you stay submerged the entire time. At first I couldn't do it at all. I was up for air 3 times. But by the end I could do it. I also had the flu. And while I was swimming from one end to the other holding my breathe and gliding across the pool floor my stomach churned and my lungs began to ache. So to lessen the pressure I let out some air. But my stomach was getting worse. And I didn't feel like puking at the bottom of the pool so I sped up but I still wasn't going fast enough so I pushed myself by uping my enthusiasm and I reached my max point. But when I hit the max point I kicked really hard and pulled a muscle in my right calf. Pain immediatly shot in my leg. I then took a break and tried to stretch it out and relax it but it was very tight. I continued to swim hoping if I didn't use it then it would get better. So I swam funny with one working leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Class:&lt;br /&gt;I went to dance class the next day after swim practice. It hurt to walk so I tried to take it easy. But our dance routines are not easy. You spin leap and jump alot which makes you feel like you are throwing body parts across the dance floor. We also had to create a group dance routine. Of course you can't not participate when helping with the routine. So I leapt, rolled, slid, and spun around. Which made it even worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem:&lt;br /&gt;Now that my muscle is hurt really bad and I have prelims this friday and champs on saturday. I didn't want to get hurt. If I am hurt I can't participate. I have 24 hours exactly until I am supposed to race and my leg is soo slow at healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: FML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-6828563318799255174?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6828563318799255174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=6828563318799255174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6828563318799255174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6828563318799255174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/11/rediculious.html' title='Rediculious!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1821648002230958479</id><published>2009-11-02T12:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:45:21.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random pics :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9D4CZJbiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jYH1EWFRs3A/s1600-h/Great+Friend+Times+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609108234595874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9D4CZJbiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jYH1EWFRs3A/s200/Great+Friend+Times+079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marie and I doing scary faces in the Ice Caves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9D3if0MUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2bKf1ZROpiE/s1600-h/Great+Friend+Times+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609099672629570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9D3if0MUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/2bKf1ZROpiE/s200/Great+Friend+Times+051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I illustrated how strong wesely is and it makes us laugh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9D3FMU_zI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XwwxTHF_ubo/s1600-h/Swim+and+Ice+Caves,+randomness+09+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609091806265138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9D3FMU_zI/AAAAAAAAAHY/XwwxTHF_ubo/s200/Swim+and+Ice+Caves,+randomness+09+004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first injury that I myself caused in my first swim meet. It scarred :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9D2rm_QII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gfO5n65Ap_4/s1600-h/Swim+and+Ice+Caves,+randomness+09+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609084938764418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9D2rm_QII/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gfO5n65Ap_4/s200/Swim+and+Ice+Caves,+randomness+09+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So chelsey is on the left corner, Kirsten is in the front in purple and I am behind her in the black cap, Erin is in the blue cap. My camera sucks fyi :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9D2Oe2JjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DwHlaVUwXTM/s1600-h/Swim+and+Halloween+09+fall+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399609077119985202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9D2Oe2JjI/AAAAAAAAAHI/DwHlaVUwXTM/s200/Swim+and+Halloween+09+fall+006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lovely neighbor Kari is cooking pot stickers hand made!! Its nice not having to cook all the time when she comes over. We cook for eachother :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There ya go some random moments of my life :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1162101080787855579-1821648002230958479?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1821648002230958479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1821648002230958479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1821648002230958479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1821648002230958479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-pics-d.html' title='Random pics :D'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9D4CZJbiI/AAAAAAAAAHo/jYH1EWFRs3A/s72-c/Great+Friend+Times+079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5366885113423818966</id><published>2009-10-30T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:35:50.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frosting Rexburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9CnQ-F83I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FnNLyw3FZlY/s1600-h/Swim+and+Halloween+09+fall+106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399607720578249586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9CnQ-F83I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FnNLyw3FZlY/s200/Swim+and+Halloween+09+fall+106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9Cm6qu0pI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Uy3qIQHEWsU/s1600-h/Swim+and+Halloween+09+fall+060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399607714591462034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9Cm6qu0pI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Uy3qIQHEWsU/s200/Swim+and+Halloween+09+fall+060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The weather has dropped dramatically low and the wind has whipped around campus. Causing hair to be tossed and doors almost impossible to open when fighting the wind. This morning mother nature showed her distaste for Rexburg even more by covering it in ice and snow. Luckily I had one class today since the others were cancelled. But it is nice to look out the window and see white. We carved pumpkins last night. I carved a m16 assualt rifle and turned it into a dragonfly :) Creative? I think so! :D We are keeping our dorm warm by cooking things in the oven. So far we have cupcakes that Cassie is making for her family gathering and pumpkin seeds. We are going trick or treating tomorrow and so I hope it doesn't snow anymore so we won't be so cold. I am going to be Madonna and if you never noticed before she doesn't wear alot of clothes :/&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/1162101080787855579-5366885113423818966?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5366885113423818966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5366885113423818966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5366885113423818966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5366885113423818966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/10/frosting-rexburg.html' title='Frosting Rexburg'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Su9CnQ-F83I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FnNLyw3FZlY/s72-c/Swim+and+Halloween+09+fall+106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-2106070963689605855</id><published>2009-10-22T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:04:52.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost and Glinting</title><content type='html'>REXBURG-ID Yesterday two students searched the library in scrutiny for 'The Gem,' this was no ordinary gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The Gem' was green and glinted in any light catching the eye of many. Most would see it as an engagement ring but instead it was a CTR ring. Jessica Gardner a current BYU-I student walked from her dorm to the Library to attend a group project meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removing her glove brought despair as she glanced to see no glinting gem. Turning the hot pink gloves insde out and laying them on the cold plastic table she scrutinzed the fabric for 'The Gem." No evidence was found in the glove, quickly casting her eyes down to search the floor, no such luck. Once the group project ended Jessica flustered around the library searching for a glint. Quickly stopped by Zach they chat and he offers assistance to search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together they retrace the steps of Jessica as Zach tells corny jokes and funny stories to keep a positive mood. Despite their search efforts no production of "The Gem" happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glinting somewhere in the carpet or someone's shoe is "The Gem" that Jessica will never have again and wears an empty CTR ring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-2106070963689605855?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2106070963689605855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=2106070963689605855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2106070963689605855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2106070963689605855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/10/lost-and-glinting.html' title='Lost and Glinting'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-8927102201377274978</id><published>2009-10-20T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:36:16.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Artemis Fowl</title><content type='html'>:D Oddly enough I found spare time very late at night or walking between classes to read for fun. I heard about the book Artemis Fowl. It is teenager stuff but I love that genre, guess I still haven't grown up. Anyways the author does a great job at leading you through the story and it switches between people. Which is my favorite type of literature beause the narrator gives syou insight into their minds or criticism about the person. Some find it difficult ot figure out sometimes and keep it all on track. The main character is a 12 year old boy that causes havoc in the fairy world and robs them of their most prized posessions. The contrast between characters is most amusing and has great vocab diversity along with mysterious climax. Sometimes you know what happens next but the author still keeps your attention. I would give this a 8 out of 10. My next book is either "Crank" or "A Short History of Nearly Everything." Haven't decided yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-8927102201377274978?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8927102201377274978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=8927102201377274978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8927102201377274978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8927102201377274978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/10/artemis-fowl.html' title='Artemis Fowl'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-6994752279417822561</id><published>2009-10-08T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T12:47:41.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knights</title><content type='html'>The air was filled with the smell of chlorine and competition. Unsteadily I ascended to the block watching the sterilized water sway before timidly. Butterflies filled my stomach as doubt took over my mind. Taking my mark the shot is called, I dive into my first race. Water crosses my eyes as I am streaming below surface. My goggles were sitting crookedly and no longer served a purpose. Breaching the surface I breathed and clawed at the goggles, pushing forward and working my muscles to the max.  Success! I reached the otherside and back only to feel blood drip from my face and the sting of chlorine mixing with it. I made it onto the BYU swim team and clawed at my own face in attempt to save time but ended up adding time. I am  on the Knights swim team and this story happened on our first swim meet in my relay race. I am also in a dance class so on MW I dance for an hour in the morning which takes alot of energy, and on T-TH I have swim practice and on Fridays I have my swim meets. It definately is not my sport but i am working hard at becoming better and have improved alot. Before I did my flip turns sideways but now I do them forward. I still look retarded diving but I don't care I just keep swimming and doing my best. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-6994752279417822561?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/6994752279417822561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=6994752279417822561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6994752279417822561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/6994752279417822561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/10/knights.html' title='Knights'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-4513670171025003009</id><published>2009-09-15T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:27:42.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plasma requirements</title><content type='html'>Amy, Kari, Wesmow and I went to the Plasma center last saturday and we got up at 5:30am to get in line at 6 and it opens at 8. There was a long line once it was time for the place to open but at first we were the only ones. Which was good because we didn't have to wait for a long time. Amy has been there before but got cut because they can only take so many a day of first timers. The 4 of were called first up and I got in line. He asked if I have done this before I said no. He asked for identification and my social security card. But since I didn't have my social security card I asked if memory was ok. He said no and that they had to see the card. So I got up at 5am for nothing. As did Kari and Wesmow. Amy had hers but we thought they just needed ID. I have donated blood before and they never asked for that just ID. So I have to get a new card and the process is no fun. But I am excited that soon I will be able to donate plasma. :D They pay you 25 bucks for everytime so I will go twice a week once I can go :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-4513670171025003009?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4513670171025003009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=4513670171025003009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4513670171025003009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4513670171025003009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/09/plasma-requirements.html' title='Plasma requirements'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3352311208582094109</id><published>2009-09-05T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:15:23.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Udaho!</title><content type='html'>So I am gonna hit the books again. I realized I havent blogged in long time. I came up early to volunteer as an I-Rep. We help out the freshman and ease the minds of the parents that thier chikdren will live without them. It is alot of work and orientation hasnt even started. The training itself is tiring. But I have already learned alot of things and look forward to learnig more. My roommate will be my gangsta friend marie. She is tight! And we are going to join the swim team here or the water polo team. Either way I am excited :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3352311208582094109?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3352311208582094109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3352311208582094109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3352311208582094109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3352311208582094109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-in-udaho.html' title='Back in Udaho!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-48557932780515876</id><published>2009-08-17T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:34:13.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Day- Hiking Mt. Pilchuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SoofXvzhwfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VuzjdoWs1-c/s1600-h/Summer+2009+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371139998422778354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SoofXvzhwfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VuzjdoWs1-c/s200/Summer+2009+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad standing at the look out at the top of Mt. Pilchuck. We hiked it together which was alot of fun! Even though to get to the very top you had to climb boulders and I had a death grip on each one because you are on a cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SoofXBJdsFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ax85P-9aD3Q/s1600-h/Summer+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371139985898319954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SoofXBJdsFI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ax85P-9aD3Q/s200/Summer+2009+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view from up there is soooo beautiful! I love it alot and I didn't want to say goodbye to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SoofWlPeMxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A4-YCwYBLoM/s1600-h/Summer+2009+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371139978407326482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SoofWlPeMxI/AAAAAAAAAFs/A4-YCwYBLoM/s200/Summer+2009+014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad carried the big military back pack so that I only had to carry a camel pack. The bugs were horrid though that is him swatting the hat at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SoofWBxk-VI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LSR_D_75Jtc/s1600-h/Summer+2009+012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371139968886700370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SoofWBxk-VI/AAAAAAAAAFk/LSR_D_75Jtc/s200/Summer+2009+012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are half way up the mountain and decided to pose for cool pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SoofVjJMFsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xkQECRfT-74/s1600-h/Summer+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371139960664233666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SoofVjJMFsI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xkQECRfT-74/s200/Summer+2009+009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured out that bright blue was not a good choice of color to wear while hiking, because it attracts the bee's and wasps like crazy. I was followed by them all the time, and at some point I ran up the mountain because they kept trying to land on me. None the less it was a fun time and we have goals to hike alot more next summer. Maybe one day Mt. Baker!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1162101080787855579-48557932780515876?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/48557932780515876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=48557932780515876' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/48557932780515876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/48557932780515876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/08/daddy-daughter-day-hiking-mt-pilchuck.html' title='Daddy Daughter Day- Hiking Mt. Pilchuck'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SoofXvzhwfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/VuzjdoWs1-c/s72-c/Summer+2009+031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-144558433104674436</id><published>2009-08-01T14:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:41:15.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FWEF!!!</title><content type='html'>I took 18 credits last semester and I worked really hard. But along the way I felt like I wasn't doing well and that I would lose credit so I expected to lose credits at the end. But instead I got all of them!!! I did better than I expected and I am sooo grateful because I know I didn't do it alone. I burned myself out in the beginning of the semester because I stressed myself out too much then I sat down and made a schedule of which homework to do and which tutoring place to go at certain times. I didn't fail my math class!!! :D I am so glad but I won't take another til next spring. I have all good grades and now I feel like I should treat myself for getting all the credits. I will avoid taking 18 credits again in my college career. It can be easy sometimes but I picked high maintenance classes and I pulled it off!!! :D :D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-144558433104674436?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/144558433104674436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=144558433104674436' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/144558433104674436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/144558433104674436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/08/fwef.html' title='FWEF!!!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-4693728505946257736</id><published>2009-07-21T21:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:07:37.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A stroll in Rexburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Smfh79YeXaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P6YzZKrrsWw/s1600-h/Me,+Natural+Disasters+feild+trip,+BYUI+383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361502301613612450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Smfh79YeXaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P6YzZKrrsWw/s200/Me,+Natural+Disasters+feild+trip,+BYUI+383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Smfgl1xrfgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2WRSMSgOl5Q/s1600-h/Me,+Natural+Disasters+feild+trip,+BYUI+383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 6px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 6px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361500822103096834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Smfgl1xrfgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/2WRSMSgOl5Q/s200/Me,+Natural+Disasters+feild+trip,+BYUI+383.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roomies, neighbors and I ventured for a walk to Wal Mart to get Shanda some boxes. It was pretty late at night, but it was still warm so we deicded to walk. We get there after a nice stroll, and it is mass chaos in Wal Mart. People are yelling at the kids, the kids are crying and screaming. College students are snatching boxes as soon as the employees unpack the shipment. They are also remodeling the place so it was craziness!!! :D So we joined the college student throng and split up and searched for boxes and harrassed employees for more. We took a break and bought some juice and a snack. I sat in the handicapped driving thing as they sat in the benches. And yes I totally pretended I was racing people on the handicapped little car, and I made engine noises. I'm sure everyone else thought I was crazy but I didn't care I won anyways. Some employees thought I was hilarious so I was amused. Then we left and I had the idea to wear the boxes instead of just carrying them. So we put on the boxes like hobo's!! :D :D :D People honked, whistled, and cat called it was awesome! Then we stopped at Dairy Queen because I was hungry and picked up an ice cream cone. People's reactions were so varied I couldn't keep track of all of them. Some brave souls asked and we told them we felt like it and they said I was awesome! :D Hehehehe. Once I got my ice cream we left and I walked to my dorm licking my ice cream cone while wearing a cardboard box. :D&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/1162101080787855579-4693728505946257736?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4693728505946257736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=4693728505946257736' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4693728505946257736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4693728505946257736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/07/stroll-in-rexburg.html' title='A stroll in Rexburg'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Smfh79YeXaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/P6YzZKrrsWw/s72-c/Me,+Natural+Disasters+feild+trip,+BYUI+383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1022587118948361453</id><published>2009-07-17T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:10:18.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bustin Out!!</title><content type='html'>This is the last weekend Iwill have here in this tiny Rexburg. YES!!!! :D I do like it here but I am tired of homework and stressin all the time. So home is where I will be next weekend. I won't have so many finals as I did last semester but they are more demanding classes. I will never take 18 credits ever again. My gpa is sad but I got next semester figured out so I can bump it way up. :) You know you are getting ready for white glove when you go shopping and buy cleaning supplies and Dr. Pepper. My mom and her chick friends are going to pick me up and its a girly road trip back home. I can't wait to see my best friends! I miss them so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1022587118948361453?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1022587118948361453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1022587118948361453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1022587118948361453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1022587118948361453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/07/bustin-out.html' title='Bustin Out!!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5723000914565247173</id><published>2009-07-03T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:45:01.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdict</title><content type='html'>I am content with your votes to all 3 of you who voted!!! lol I was pressured by others to do otherwise but I really like him just as a friend. I am not really wanting to join the feeding frenzy here at BYUI. For those of you who did not vote and just laughed at my dilemma, you are LAMO'S!!! :D As spongebob squarepants would say "F is for who do stuff together. U is for you and me. N is for anything anytime at all, here in the deep blue sea."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5723000914565247173?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5723000914565247173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5723000914565247173' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5723000914565247173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5723000914565247173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/07/verdict.html' title='Verdict'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-5255028800412376913</id><published>2009-06-28T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:05:02.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Kaija I get to join this game of tagging people and saying what makes me happy. They have to be the little things that make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 When my dad can't say my name right. He says Jesseeca, it just makes me smile. That is why he doesn't say Jessica alot he mostly calls me Jessi, Jess, or J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 When they play good music in the grocery stores that you can dance to. I just start dancing down the isles singing along and smiling at those that look at me funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 When we are in church and my dad starts elbow wars which results in my mom punching him for misbehaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 When I say something awkward and weird to molly mormons and they get this deer in the headlights look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 The sunlight out and the birds are singing in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 When I buy a new book and I smell it, it smells old or new. I like both smells and I can't resist from smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tagging: (have fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rochelle&lt;br /&gt;Dan&lt;br /&gt;Megan&lt;br /&gt;Fiona&lt;br /&gt;Heidi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-5255028800412376913?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/5255028800412376913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=5255028800412376913' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5255028800412376913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/5255028800412376913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/06/game.html' title='Game'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-3060188679655366497</id><published>2009-06-25T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:27:45.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma</title><content type='html'>James and I met in the testing center here at BYU. He works there while at the beginning of the semester I lived there. We saw eachother alot and one time I accidently forgot scratch paper for a test. So I raised my hand and he ran up and gave me a huge smile and high-five. I was completely thrown off. I just asked him if I could get up and go get scratch paper but he made me stay in my seat and got it for me. After that we ran into eachother at the Ricks Building becasue I opened the door to go in and he accidently touched my hand. &lt;em&gt;(I think) &lt;/em&gt;Then I smiled and he said "you!" and gave me a crooked smile. He went to his class while I raced up the stairs. After I saw him a few times he disappeared. I didn't see him for 2 weeks and finally he joins my friends michelle and I as we walk to the Ricks building. He zoomed next to me and hit my arm with his elbow. Then I teased him if he enjoyed his disapperance act. He simply said " I just didn't want you to think that I was stalking you because we see eachother alot. And I don't want you to think I am a creeper like alot of other guys." (moi) "Well I appreciate your efforts but I wouldn't mind seeing you." (Green flag for him) "Oh okay." Then some how we agreed to walk together after class to the spori. So now we walk together and make fun of eachother and have eloquent arguements. One time he didn't wait long for me because my class got out late. He was probably 50ft in front of me and he kept looking back to find me. I hid behind people because I thought it was funny, and cute that he would keep looking for me. Recent issue began on Monday. Transformers came out on wednesday and we both wanted to see it. He went and saw it on wednesday morning with his buddies. I waited until wednesday to buy my ticket to see if he would ask me to join him since he knew I wanted to go. Wednesday comes and he says "I got a transformers date." (moi) "Who is the chickadee?" "Uh...its a man date actually." (moi)"Oh okay." "Why are you jealous?" (moi) "No! I am not jealous!" "I am sorry jessica but I cannot walk with you all the way to the spori because of my man date today." I pretend to cry with snuffles "(&lt;em&gt;sobbing)&lt;/em&gt;, I am so sad! I can't walk with James all the way to the spori today!" He laughs and as we part he stretches out his hand towards me and cries out my name multiple times. Cracked me up!!! The kid is hilarious!!! So should I ask him to chill or should I wait it out? I already had this situation before with Star Trek. And he didn't ask me. You choose his fate, I am just tired of taking charge. But I still am confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-3060188679655366497?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/3060188679655366497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=3060188679655366497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3060188679655366497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/3060188679655366497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/06/dilemma.html' title='Dilemma'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-4520532428802064625</id><published>2009-06-25T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:39:40.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization</title><content type='html'>I was walking with my roommates and the EFY kids were going up the stairs while we were going down. There was only 3 of us but there were more than 7 of them so they took up the whole width of the stairs except we forced some to step behind someone else. The conversation of how the EFY kids take up so much space and make things more crowded came up. As they talked I had the question "why is it that people normally walk side by side and never behind or in front when you are in a group or having a discussion with someone?" Alot of the reasons are vvery apparent. 1 Body Language is vital in our language and facial expressions. You can't decipher what they exactly mean by what they say when you are walking behind or in front. 2 Inequalityor inadequacy. When three people are walking together and one person is behind the other two. The third will not chime into the conversation as much as the other two. Because they feel secluded subconciously. We may not always realize it when we feel it because we rush up next to them to fix the problem. 3 Projection, a person's voice varies with every person. Some people like me are easily heard but others have a soft or lower tone of voice. If the person is behind or in front of you, you may not hear them very well. I just thought I would share my little enlightment. Since I haven't posted in a while. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-4520532428802064625?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4520532428802064625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=4520532428802064625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4520532428802064625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4520532428802064625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/06/realization.html' title='Realization'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-2500968890083061332</id><published>2009-06-16T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:56:28.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>I made the decision that I was going to get away from my roommates for the 4th of July vacation. I stayed last time and I think I just need a break from Rexburg. The tiny town just frustrates me sometimes. My friend Joe and his family moved here to Idaho his senior year. His mom and I are really good friends as well. She was my seminary teacher for two years and she is an amazing woman. She said that as long as I help out with the chores that I can do my laundry! :D Not paying for your laundry is wonderful! And I also get free food and a place to sleep for a few days! Heaven compared to here where you pay for everything. My friend Kelsey is going to take me to their house because I am along the way to ogden. I am just super excited to get away!!! My roommates and are chill now but I need to get to a bigger city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-2500968890083061332?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2500968890083061332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=2500968890083061332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2500968890083061332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2500968890083061332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/06/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7281213901860298797</id><published>2009-06-10T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:41:58.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of alot of stuff!!</title><content type='html'>Roommate drama seems to haunt me and I don't even cause it. Well a little, I can't help it when nicole cries so easily and acts like a baby. Summary of her is self absorbed and won't help anyone else but will be sugary if you help her. She has been lying to us and eating other people's food. She doesn't touch my stuff because she fears me, and for a dang good reason I might add. I made a new friend and his name is James. He is really chill and makes me laugh all the time. I am currently waiting to register for next semester. This semester is almost over!!! I can't believe it, at first it was like a snail race. But now it has taken momentum. I have my schedule all planned out. I think its funny when people haven't figured out to open a tab for each class. So you can just click then next tab and click again and voila all your classes! :D My current major is Secondary Education/ English with a minor in Journalism. No I am not dating and thank heavens not married so I know some people have already lost the bet. Can I join the bet? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7281213901860298797?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7281213901860298797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7281213901860298797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7281213901860298797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7281213901860298797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-of-alot-of-stuff.html' title='Update of alot of stuff!!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-8646723911027016775</id><published>2009-05-29T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T13:07:34.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whip it! Whip it good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SiBAPe9UAxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LXrsFGh5IuY/s1600-h/blogart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341339792813851410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SiBAPe9UAxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LXrsFGh5IuY/s200/blogart.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roommate Lexy and I were walking back from visit teaching through the tayler court yard. These boy's had a whip like Indiana Jones and were whipping it around. It was pretty cool and I asked if I could try it. The owner of it demonstrated for me a couples times then it was my turn!!! :D :D Yeah, I was gonna show these boys how to whip it! lol I was so excited!!! So I got it and I swung it around and tried to whip it. But I wasn't putting all my muscle into it so it wouldn't snap. The third time I figured out what I was doing wrong. So I swung and whipped it! Bad thing is that I whipped it behind me and I whipped my own booty! I just kinda said "ow!" The boys were laughing so hard they were hiding behind eachother and I was laughing too. After I killed my own ego I was done and returned the whip and continued on my way. Little did I realize those boys are in my ward. So I am sure they will remember me as "the girl who whipped herself." ROFL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yup that is update with my interaction with boys rofl!!! hilarious!! Only I could pull that off! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-8646723911027016775?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8646723911027016775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=8646723911027016775' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8646723911027016775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8646723911027016775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/05/whip-it-whip-it-good.html' title='Whip it! Whip it good!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SiBAPe9UAxI/AAAAAAAAAFE/LXrsFGh5IuY/s72-c/blogart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1871898101986644085</id><published>2009-05-23T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:47:35.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar or Spice? Why be nice?</title><content type='html'>As a result of having no social life whatsoever I have made it my goal to do fun things and go to social activities on the weekend. Well until recently I didn't care much for it. Last night my neighbor Sara and I went to game night at Rigby hall. We arrived and there are a few people and then this guy comes in with a whole bin of games. More people arrive and we pick to do a social game. But these two other guys wanted to play "Catan." It is a board game and i joined them becuase I didn't want to play the game psychiatrist. They taught me the rules as we went through the game. They were not really much help because they were both completly focused on winning. I lost :/ but I never played before and I was not happy that I lost. I wanted to get mad but then I remembered my mom wanted me to try and experiment with boys. That I be not so competitive and give them compliments. I was nice but I didn't give compliments. Then we played "Mafia" I was townspeople the whole time except for once and he forgot about my role. These guys were total nerds we used qoutes form star wars, star trek, Harry Potter, and Lord of the Rings. Lmbo I love nerds!! They were nice though and very funny. Then this morning I went to join the group that was learning how to canoe. But when I got there they were all in bathing suits and shorts. I didn't know that you needed to be dressed like that because they didn't specify. And my person that invited didn't show up. But as I was going there I ran into Shay. He is in my writing class and is obsessed with basketball. So when I saw him all suited up for a basket ball game I laughed. He invited me to play with him, but I was going to the meeting place for canoeing. So I politely declined saying I sucked at basketball and maybe another time. Then after I found out the sad news about canoeing I went to find shay at the gym to play basketball. I finally found him after checking all the courts! (many courts fyi) So I suited up and went and showed off my non basketball skills. While he and his friends showed off their amazing skills. They didn't incoporate me much only shay, and this other guy would pass the ball to me. (because I am female and I might have cooties! sexist!) I never made a hoop but I stole the ball and passed it off to my team. And I played for around 2 hours so my face was bright red and after that I said I was done and left. He said "Another time then?" What does that mean?!!! is that a invitation or a, "too bad see ya later?"! I understand guys but he talks funny. He doesn't say things straight out ugh! I don't speak code! :O I was nice though and I was not aggressive during the game so I rewarded myself by getting apple juice! :D Koodo's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1871898101986644085?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1871898101986644085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1871898101986644085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1871898101986644085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1871898101986644085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/05/sugar-or-spice-why-be-nice.html' title='Sugar or Spice? Why be nice?'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-4755705238295337028</id><published>2009-05-19T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T17:35:41.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be God's Angel</title><content type='html'>Have you ever read those strories that reach deep in your soul and you want to make the world a better place? You look around and your hey the church! Well I think we should add another way to help. Since I am more favored to women that need help in 3rd world countries I found the perfect place. It is called KIVA, there are widowed, single, and just trying to have a meal women and families. There are groups of women sometimes tha tban together to make a small business. This one lady had her husband hit by a car and he passed to heaven. So she was left with 3 small children and no income. But KIVA helps her by giving her a little money so she make and sell beaded clothes, bags, and other accesories to women in her tribe/ community. This website is not a jip off, it is used world wide. People from all over the world are donating through this website.&lt;br /&gt;Step 1 :Go to &lt;a href="http://www.kiva.org/"&gt;www.kiva.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Click on "Register" (you can remain anonymous)&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Pick the lucky person and donate!&lt;br /&gt;What happens is when you donate Kiva keeps track of who you donated to and how much you gave. After a little while the person you donated to will pay you back in full. Kiva will give you the choice of putting it back in your pocket or giving it away again. :D We really need to do this. There is no coincidence I learned about it, so take action and help those who have prayed for help. Be the angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-4755705238295337028?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4755705238295337028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=4755705238295337028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4755705238295337028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4755705238295337028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/05/be-gods-angel.html' title='Be God&apos;s Angel'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7850754437650488608</id><published>2009-05-15T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:06:58.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My feet eat miles :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Sg4fhmgDKpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mnwj2rhj7uM/s1600-h/Issues+and+Dancing+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336237270611733138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Sg4fhmgDKpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mnwj2rhj7uM/s320/Issues+and+Dancing+023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Sg4fhbpJd7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cFFIEUKOgQo/s1600-h/Issues+and+Dancing+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336237267697104818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Sg4fhbpJd7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/cFFIEUKOgQo/s320/Issues+and+Dancing+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked 7 miles to get my hair trimmed. Lol don't use google map directions. I don't have a car here at college and neither do my roomies so I walk everywhere. My roomie Jahnin and I made hair appt. for saturday morning and we followed the directions but ended up in a housing development. Yes, I followed the directions exaclty! lol So I called the place and they said they were on the other side of town. We already walked 3-4 miles and had 3 or 4 more to go since it was on the other side of rexburg. I told them we would be late and we were! lol I finally got there and I completely relished in sitting in a chair. It was 65degrees and hot to me. So I walked probably 7 miles for a hair cut and the previous day I walked 4 miles to go see the movie Star Trek and the theatre. :D I am in love with Spock! :D :D :D &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/1162101080787855579-7850754437650488608?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7850754437650488608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7850754437650488608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7850754437650488608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7850754437650488608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-feet-eat-miles.html' title='My feet eat miles :)'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/Sg4fhmgDKpI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mnwj2rhj7uM/s72-c/Issues+and+Dancing+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-1715582848041636523</id><published>2009-05-01T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:54:35.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warning bad language and much anger!!</title><content type='html'>What is it that makes me get stuck with sly backstabbing room mates? Last semester was horrible and I feel like I'm  climbing on the roller coaster again, but the falls will be worse. I hate chicks! Its only 3 weeks into the semester and I feel like strangling my room mate! Yes, I have an anger problem but at least I can admit it. But when you knowingly take what is not yours and they mock you, that makes my blood boil! All she says is "I can't help it if guys like me and not you, I'm just better." Stupid freaking slut!!! }:O It makes me go crazy!! There is nothing wrong with me I just dont walk around with hickies and loose lips and thin clothes! I am who I am and I'm freaking awesome not some chick that comes here to suck face! Stupid slut! ROAR!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-1715582848041636523?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/1715582848041636523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=1715582848041636523' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1715582848041636523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/1715582848041636523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/05/warning-bad-language-and-much-anger.html' title='Warning bad language and much anger!!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-7134998151988996272</id><published>2009-04-23T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:23:21.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a chameleon!</title><content type='html'>Lately I have done nothing besides go to class and the library. I leave at 7:30 am from my dorm and don't return until late afternoon. Sometimes 7pm or 8pm. Betweent that time I am in class or the library, and I wating for them to open up the math lab. For each class I sutdy well over 2 hours. I have 6 classes now because I added an art class which requires 3 hours and 8 hours of drawing a week. I have a certain spot in the library I call my "office" because I do nothing else but study and research things I am learning. No one sits there besides me because I'm pretty much there all the time. I can't study anywhere else because my room mates are loud with thier music and squeling and giggling. Which doesn't bother me unless I am studying. I can't be around other distractions otherwise it takes all night to study. And My new rule is to go to bed early and get up early to do work and go to class. Improvement? Yes, my experiment is to see whether or not I will soon blend in with the library because I am there so much :D I like it, this is no complaint, I like my schedule. No it doesn't leave time to go to parties and chill out at the guys apartments like my roomies and friends do. But I am getting an A. Entertainment or A? rofl!!! A!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-7134998151988996272?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/7134998151988996272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=7134998151988996272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7134998151988996272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/7134998151988996272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/04/becoming-chameleon.html' title='Becoming a chameleon!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-8985020901197921809</id><published>2009-04-14T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:35:33.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Udaho!</title><content type='html'>So as you can tell I'm back to school!! I am really excited this time. I was nervous and not so excited for this time around but now I know what I'm doing and I can't wait. My flight had alot of turbulance and I had to breathe in and out slowly so I didn't have a panic attack. Airports are not my cup of tea but I made it! I always have scenario's go through my head how I could get arrested or killed in a airport or on a plane. lol I can't help it, the scenarios just come to me and I like Holy Cow!! lol Then I went to Destiny's tennis match which was really good. But the wind was crazy it never stopped all day and it freezes ya to the bone! Good thing i brought my wool coat. I was still freezing and my face is either really chapped or sunburnt. With my luck it's both so my face hurts and yeah it's killing you! lmbo :D I have everything I need and  I check into housing on thurseday. I hate the wind! }:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-8985020901197921809?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8985020901197921809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=8985020901197921809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8985020901197921809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8985020901197921809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/04/back-in-udaho.html' title='Back in Udaho!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-8401123513028471697</id><published>2009-04-05T19:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:07:52.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdlwvRQZiwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3xwgj40T2I8/s1600-h/Easter+2009+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321408392103299842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdlwvRQZiwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3xwgj40T2I8/s320/Easter+2009+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a cool shot of lilly picking up eggs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdlwvCdNDkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ID3IOXu1sbo/s1600-h/Easter+2009+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321408388130475586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdlwvCdNDkI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ID3IOXu1sbo/s320/Easter+2009+011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mia wouldn't care if it was WW3 she was gettin those eggs and nottin else mattered lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdlwuzkfSCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4NO2lSCz9NQ/s1600-h/Easter+2009+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321408384134498338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdlwuzkfSCI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4NO2lSCz9NQ/s320/Easter+2009+009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Preston discovered the eggs had candy and was content with eating along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdlwuqkKuqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kVbmAZiPANU/s1600-h/Easter+2009+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321408381717232290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdlwuqkKuqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/kVbmAZiPANU/s320/Easter+2009+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids had to look in the HUMUNGEOUS wood pile for their eggs. Rylee climbed to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdlwuPuFE6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/J4F7et9xRtc/s1600-h/Easter+2009+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321408374511047586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdlwuPuFE6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/J4F7et9xRtc/s320/Easter+2009+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the Easter Bunny! (Miss Mam)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were chocolate faces and lots of smiling muppet teeth. It was all good and Lilly even danced while the boys swung on the tree swing. I got my own loot :D It was delicious!! Kyle held a match in his mouth while it was on fire.I rode the plastic pony that should have broken when Maria shoved it up and down while I screamed lol Maria has those pictures I only had a few because my camera's batteries died :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1162101080787855579-8401123513028471697?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/8401123513028471697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=8401123513028471697' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8401123513028471697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/8401123513028471697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-hunt.html' title='Easter Hunt'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdlwvRQZiwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/3xwgj40T2I8/s72-c/Easter+2009+015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-2725051440025056451</id><published>2009-04-04T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T18:01:31.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma getting her ears pierced!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgCaYro9EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LFCBb6b_8IU/s1600-h/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321005612063585346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgCaYro9EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LFCBb6b_8IU/s400/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well it uploaded backwards :/ Oh well it was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgCaNByXfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tJT2hzJAPog/s1600-h/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321005608935251442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgCaNByXfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/tJT2hzJAPog/s400/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma looks looney in the pic above! Heidi had to restrain her as you can see lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgCaBN_NXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AJZAemSjHXc/s1600-h/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321005605765199218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgCaBN_NXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/AJZAemSjHXc/s400/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgCZ3kH5zI/AAAAAAAAADs/mwpEH9Qvj_A/s1600-h/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321005603173689138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgCZ3kH5zI/AAAAAAAAADs/mwpEH9Qvj_A/s400/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgCZv0W3lI/AAAAAAAAADk/vX0U-DwnbQs/s1600-h/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321005601094295122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgCZv0W3lI/AAAAAAAAADk/vX0U-DwnbQs/s400/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgB5Ws8fOI/AAAAAAAAADc/kKSW0qR4Zbo/s1600-h/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321005044596505826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgB5Ws8fOI/AAAAAAAAADc/kKSW0qR4Zbo/s400/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was a trooper I tell ya. Didn't cry or scream thank heavens. She tried to get out of it but we wouldn't have any of that! So Heidi, Maria,Mackenna, Shirley and I went with her to claires. Of course we got things too! But it was amusing I tell ya :) She picked pink Daisy's if you can't tell by the picture :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1162101080787855579-2725051440025056451?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/2725051440025056451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=2725051440025056451' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2725051440025056451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/2725051440025056451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/04/grandma-getting-her-ears-pierced.html' title='Grandma getting her ears pierced!!'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/SdgCaYro9EI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LFCBb6b_8IU/s72-c/Grandma+getting+her+ears+pierced+020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1162101080787855579.post-4554330117599995801</id><published>2009-04-01T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T23:39:13.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daniel X</title><content type='html'>This was a good book I read it in just a few hours because it was only a little more than 200 pages. But the character is very funny. I would actually rate this for preteens. The bad guy's are more related to bugs and the description's are really funny. The character Daniel is quite a person. He has a good attitude even though he is about to die. And beats his enemies in the most random ways lol The book kept me guessing and I predicted wrongly once which I should have seen once I saw it. But it is nice to be stooped once in a while :) This is a good book for anyone. No swearing or inappropriate stuff that you usually have to worry about. I am actually giving my book to Maria's kids once she check's it out herself and approves of it. :) Share the love of books and give one of your books to another that will love it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1162101080787855579-4554330117599995801?l=7ess1ca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/feeds/4554330117599995801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1162101080787855579&amp;postID=4554330117599995801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4554330117599995801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1162101080787855579/posts/default/4554330117599995801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://7ess1ca.blogspot.com/2009/04/daniel-x.html' title='Daniel X'/><author><name>Justica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12980218175948873916</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_V109AJOaKrA/TOBplnMihfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XL9RcY67bd4/S220/IMG_1508.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
