<?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-3486045</id><updated>2012-01-03T06:03:20.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Livin the life as me</title><subtitle type='html'>and I don't see why
everybody feels as though that they gotta tell me how to live my life...only GOD can judge me

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-91086723</id><published>2003-03-20T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T15:02:05.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoohoo....March 20, 2003..its been 9months. hmmm? what i have i been doin that took 9 months for me to get back to my life? noooo...its not what you people think it is. since school ended, i haven't had marilou telling me to update my blog. a lot has happen in those 9 months, but its gone by sooooo fast. lets see. september i got a new job, i work at First American Credco in Scripps Poway Parkway. I'm the last civilization before the twisty turvey roads on the way to barona.  I'm a data entry processor. I make $9.50 an hour baby. so i'm attending both San Marcos and Miramar. I was taking PSCI100 and ACCT203. My accounting class was Fridays from 9-12:50. how crazy was i to take that class. yeah...well i dropped that class. but its cause i missed too many classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i've been sick the past month. the doctor thought it was a viral infection in my skin. kinda like the flu but instead of the fever and runny nose i got a rash on my face. he said there is no antibiotics and i just have to wait it out and that it should take a week. i went back a week later and he said it is almost going away don't worry about it. i went back again this week and he said "oh, it looks like an allergic reaction to something." okay..hellooooo i went almost 3 weeks without antibiotics so of course it got worse. i already missed a week of school and i went to work even though my face was a mess, but this week i couldn't handle it. so i missed work also. and then the doctor gave me a note excusing me for another week. Jaclyn has a vacation! but i can't do jack. the cream for my face is supppperrr sun sensative, so if i'm in the sun too much, my face will blow up. hhaha..j/k i'll just get a bad case of sun burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of sickness...what else has gone on. me and arnell celebrated our 4 years on Feb 19. Love you babe! we rented a hotel and the gang hung out and got drunk. it was fun. the gang has gotten really close since Thanksgiving i think. they all came over and drank, mikey through up. my mom took shots. it was great.  then christmas we did secret santa. i made little stockings and ornaments for everybody with their names on it. maila, brandon, and ed came.  it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gang went to the snow march 8. mt. laguna. it was fun. snow hurts when you're not covered. i had pulled up my sleeves and then went down one of the hills and scratched up my arm. the girls dry their asses in the sun. it was funny. oh yeah. we have a new member of the family. mrs. hipolito. Menchi! Jon has a girlfriend...how cuutttee! she is hella cool. she totally fits in with me n portia, "ALWAYS SPOILING OUR BOYFRIENDS!" but its good to see jon happy. its been a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roxy is so big and sooo cute. she is still my baby. she is only about 60 something pounds and can pull about 200 pounds. she's learned how to jump the fence. not too cool. one day me and arnell heard her barking but it didn't sound like she was in the backyard. we looked out the window and she is in the yard of the people across the street. oopss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad, uncle, grandma and grandpa left for the phillipines about a week and a half ago. been really quite around the house. we had a cousin's/friends day last weekend. we all just drank and played in between. you get two cards and you have to decided if the next card the dealer shows will be in between your set of cards. ace is the lowest and king is the highest. so it was me, arnell, marc, ray, mike, portia, shawn. well first the pot was up to like 4 something. then ray bet the pot. portia delt a ace. his card was 2 and Q. Or something. it was sooo close. so he had to put it however the pot was. so the pot was at 8 something then i bet the pot and won it. hahahah....GO JACLYN! and i think my cards were a 2 and a 10. then somehow the pot was up to 12 bucks. then shawn bet the pot, lost he had ace and a queen or something. and portia delt an ace. so he had to put 12 bucks in. then the pot was up to 20 something and shawn bet the pot again and lost with a close hand again. so he was out another 20. he asked to change dealers. so i delt then he won it back. he had an ace and K. i delt like a 7. so he was soooooooooooooooooooo happy. he was almost out 50 bones.  it got intense. drunk people losing money isn't a good thing. (you probably don't understand what i said, but that is okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is long enough to keep you guys updated for now. bub-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-91086723?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/91086723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/91086723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91086723' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-78406946</id><published>2002-06-30T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-30T22:40:48.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well lets see...i was going to summer school at mesa. Math116 with a teacher who had a russian accent. she couldn't teach for shit. so i dropped the class. so basically i am just trying to live my summer up and work a grip to get some mulah. its pretty cool these days, i'm actually hangin around with girls again. lynda is home for the summer and i'm starting to kick it with portia a lot now and then i have my 2 new friends, maila and alyssa. they are hella cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothin much is goin on with my life. i'm just livin it as it comes. i guess that is just the best way for me to do it right now. lately i've just wanted to go out n just not be home. but my mom ain't too happy with that. i just want to live my life to the fullest, but my mom wants me to stay home n stuff. i understand, but being nineteen and still having a curfew(i think that is how u spell it) really sucks. i'm always the first one having to go home and i have to drag arnell with me cause he is my ride. it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...yesterday arnell, rj, roxy n i went to the beach. roxy was so cute.anytime there is a bunch of bushes, she loves to jump in them. but what was so cute about it this time,was that when she would jump in it, she would kinda hide under the leaves like a preying lion or something. it was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...i don't know...there ain't much to talk about lately...so i'm gonna end here. till next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-78406946?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/78406946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/78406946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78406946' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-77832449</id><published>2002-06-16T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-16T21:24:53.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whoa! Long time no blog. i've been really busy with school and summer school. guess what! jaclyn got good grades. SPAN101=A- ECON250=A GESS101=A HIST131=B-&lt;br /&gt;i'm now at a 3.1 i think. gooooo jaclyn! anywaise...well i got the job at jamba juice. i've been there for about 3 weeks. its hella cool. i work with my best friend in the whole wide world, RJ. Maila and Alyssa work there and they have been hella cool with me. i put my two weeks in at KB toys yesterday. so, i'm finally leaving them. i started summer school last week at mesa for math 116. marilou is taking it with me. its easy but for some reason i got an 50% on our first test, but the teacher's test was not really understandable. but yeah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on june 13, matt graduated. i'm so proud of him. i made him 2 money lays...which i am dam proud of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday! almighty yesterday! heather from work had a graduation party at scott's granparents beach house in del mar. can u say nice? this place was tight. when u walk out into the balcony, you see the moon and the reflection leading to the balcony on the ocean water. it was sooooo nice. anywaise...we brought bacardi gold and bacardi limon. how drunk was i? lets just say i was a yackaholic last night. i was already drunk n high and then portia told me to take one more double shot (yes double shots, that was the only shot glass they had and portia would not let me take half the glass) of bacardi limon. i was like whatever and downed it...she started laughing and said it was bacardi gold. ok...i only remember certain parts after that. i remember portia knocked out on the chair and wouldn't move. i remember seeing her throw up on the porch. i remember the bathroom toilet quite well. i actually was at the point to where i was yacking with the door open. sorry for anyone who walked by. i remember us leaving. and me riding on arnell's back. rj and jason throwing portia over there shoulders, but to me she was just being flung. i remember arriving at arnell's and yacking on the drive way. i remember arnell bringing roxy to me. i remember arnell putting me in the back seat of his dad's car and then the next thing i notice is he is walking me up my stairs and then brings me to the bathroom and then leaves. i yacked for awhile and then took of my contacts and went to bed. woke up the next morning and i was fine. then i heard stories of what happened that night. they weren't that bad, but it was embarrassing. arnell said he was mad cause portia's n my underwear was showing the whole nite. rj said even portia's bra was showing. jon didn't want to comment on that subject. jon said we were loud and fuckin wasted. i was trying to set jon up with a girl he didn't want to be set up with. they tried to trick me n portia and told us we were dancing on the tables, but it didn't happen. but all n all, it was fun. we all got home safe, but the next morning. i found out i left my purse there. i call scott to bring it to work and i'll pick it up. i pick it up and i was jacked. someone stole $30 bucks from me. what assholes. i know it wasn't scott, but i don't know who it was. i still have to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaise...since i've started jamba juice, i've been talking to alyssa and maila and hanging out with them. i even took them to jon's house for mikey's graduation party. arnell wasn't there yet and it was kinda cool being there with out arnell, cause then i really felt like jon n jason were my friends too and i'm not just with them cause arnell brings me everywhere he goes. then today was matt's graduation party and portia, rj and jon came and arnell was at work, so it was cool knowing they would come to my family events even if arnell isn't there. i love my friends. they got my back. arnell, jon, jason and rj were totally looking out for me that day i got shit faced. being popular and having a grip of friends is one thing, but nothing beats having a few friends that are true friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-77832449?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/77832449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/77832449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77832449' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76803139</id><published>2002-05-21T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T09:36:14.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think i'm getting sick again. i think i am sick more than i am well. well at least the semester is almost over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i went to mirimar with marilou to see why i couldn't take math 116, they said i didn't meet the math standards, but i did really good on the elm test. so we go there and we sign up for the math placement test. the lady said if i got higher than 550 on the elm then i am exempt. and i thought i scored higher than that. so when me n marilou were waiting for my sister, we went into the library to check csusm's site cause it says what i got on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test Desc Score Method Received Date Test Was Taken &lt;br /&gt;SAT Verbal 400 Test Score Tape 01-DEC-2000 &lt;br /&gt;SAT Mathematics &lt;b&gt;510&lt;/b&gt; Test Score Tape 01-DEC-2000 &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;that is what i saw. the math i got a 510, but that was the SAT score. i was like..."awww mahn, i thought i got higher than 550. marilou said that isn't it. i look down and i saw this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELM Total &lt;b&gt;680&lt;/b&gt; Test Score Paper 14-MAY-2001 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fucken 680! hell yeah i got higher than 550. and i knew i got like 20 points of the total score, but marilou said it was like out of 900 or something. i go home and find the papers with my scores and the test was out of 700. =0)  680/700. why can't i do that good in all my tests? so, marilou has to take the test by herself. poor marilou! ahahahhaha.....j/k i'll help u study marilou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night i went to IHOP with my mom and jessica. and on the menu they had two pictures of meals they had with chicken strips and boy did they look good. i was craving those for like the longest time and finally i was gonna get to eat them. WRONG! the waitress comes over and tells us the only, ONLY FUCKING THING that they are out of was.........u guessed it.... CHICKEN STRIPS! i told the waitress someone better make a trip to Mcdonanld's then. hahha...i'm so silly to my waiters and waitresses. i have good and funny stories about what i do. in new jersey i danced with my waiter...hahaha....now don't you wanna know how that happened. too bad...ain't gonna blog it. if ya wanna know. ask!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gotta go to class. oh wait. today is my first day on the job a jamba juice. wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76803139?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76803139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76803139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76803139' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76764925</id><published>2002-05-20T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T11:21:42.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi! it's marilou... i'm writing in jaclyn's blog... i feel special now. haha. well, i'm kicking her off cuz we have to go to class... boo... okay bye!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76764925?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76764925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76764925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76764925' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76764893</id><published>2002-05-20T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T11:20:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finals are coming up this week and next week. i already feel the stress zits coming. on a happy note, my econ final is a take home and we have a week to do it. spanish should be easy, i've been acing all of them. hist 131 same thing, low A high B.  GESS is so confusing with the grading scale, who knows what i got . well i gotta go to class now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76764893?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76764893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76764893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76764893' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76580654</id><published>2002-05-15T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T09:41:05.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>right now im in the computer lab waiting for marilou. she is doing her power point. today is going so slow. i'm bored as hell. oh...last night was pretty interesting. i saved my neighbor's from burning their house down.  i smelt something burning and i started to hear the crackling of like fire wood. i look out my window and i see part of my neighbor's backyard glowing. it was near the ground, but i couldn't see what it was. i thought maybe it was one of those mini barbaque thingys that they forgot to put out. so i went in to my parents room to see if i can get a better look, that is when i actually saw flames. so then i run downstairs to tell my mom to come check it out with me. i took a chair and looked over the fence and there were two long woods piled on top of each other and the ends were burning. it wasn't that big, but yeah. so i go to my neighbor's house and ring the doorbell. they took forever, cause it was like 12:30 and they all go to bed around 10. but they opened their door and i told them that there is something in their backyard is on fire. we go into the backyard and the dad was able to put it out with his foot, maybe 6 stomps. that is how big it was. or should i say how small it was. so then they get the hose...blah blah blah and i go home. i was on the phone with arnell and all of a sudden i see red lights flashing. they had called the fire department. they had thought someone had set it on fire. the police man and firefighter guys were being dick heads. they were turning the story around and blaming it on them. i think at least the police could do was come to my house and ask me how i found out there was a fire. just in case someone did start it. the stupid thing is my window looks into their front yard and over into some of the backyard. and it was obvious i was looking through the window. the cop was even shinin his flashlight into my backyard but couldn't see me looking. *what an idiot*. anywaise...yeah...so i'm a hero! GO JACLYN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76580654?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76580654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76580654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76580654' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76551453</id><published>2002-05-14T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T15:06:03.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;1. What is your full name?&lt;/b&gt; Jaclyn Marie Canonizado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1a. Eye colour?&lt;/b&gt; brown (green with my contacts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Do you have any nicknames?&lt;/b&gt; "Devil Child", hackaluness, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2a. Parents' names?&lt;/b&gt; Santy &amp; Aida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2b. Favorite number? &lt;/b&gt; 19 (day of my anniversary with arnell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. If you could be an animal what would it be?&lt;/b&gt; bird, so i can fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Where were you born?&lt;/b&gt; Chula Vista, CA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4a. When were you born?&lt;/b&gt; April 22, 1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4b. Where would you liked to have been born?&lt;/b&gt; don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. How many cities have you lived in?&lt;/b&gt; technically 2, San Ysidro then Rancho Penasquitos. both san diego, but 2 completly different towns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5a. Where would you like to live?&lt;/b&gt; San Diego, i love it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. What are your best characteristics?&lt;/b&gt; i'm weird, what better characteristic is there than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6a. What non-religous person has had the biggest impact on you?&lt;/b&gt; Arnell, the love of my life. I use to hate life and now i enjoy life knowing i'm with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What are your biggest flaws?&lt;/b&gt; flaw? me? hmmm??? i think smoking...its more of a bad habit. but its a good way to meet people. oh i know...i get paranoid way to easy. i'm a very cautious person and i think it drives people crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. What are three words that describe you best?&lt;/b&gt; Weird, funny, caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8a. What are three words that LEAST describe you?&lt;/b&gt; tall, shy, quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Are you wild and crazy or reserved? &lt;/b&gt; i think i'm wild and crazy with a reserved twist. well, when the paranoya kicks in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9a. Tattoos? Where?&lt;/b&gt; getting one, tribal angel lower back about 5 inches height and 4 inches width&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9b. Piercings? Where?&lt;/b&gt; had tongue, got sick so i took it out (flem and tongue rings don't go together), then cartilage with a 14 gage spike in it, n 2 pierces on my lobes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What do you look for the most in a friend?&lt;/b&gt; trust, honesty, loyalty, humor, seriousness, a whole spectrum of characteristics that just flows with mine basically&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. What do you look for the most in a relationship?&lt;/b&gt; someone like arnell. someone who can take me as me with flaws and everything. makes me laugh, loves me unconditionally, the one thing i love about arnell the most is the twinkle in his eye that shines just for me, that just makes your heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. What qualities do you look for most in someone of the opposite sex?&lt;/b&gt; k, this is what mr. perfect would be like....nice body, that dresses nice ( i dont know i have a thing with the guy has to have nice shoes....i don't have nice shoes, but they have to..), nice smile that you can't help smiling, etc. &lt;b&gt;but in reality&lt;/b&gt;...as long as they are somewhat close to one of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. What always brings a smile to your face?&lt;/b&gt; arnell, babies or kids. i think there is nothing cuter than laughter of arnell, a baby or a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13a. What always brings a tear to your face?&lt;/b&gt; knowing how much i hurt arnell when we first broke up. *sorry babe..i love you though*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. What is your favorite movie?&lt;/b&gt; Ocean's Eleven, snatch, others, someone like you, 10 things i hate about you, coyote ugly- i love mushy love stories with humor in it and movies with twists in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14a. Favorite Book?&lt;/b&gt; Tuesday's with Morrie (read it for JR. paper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14b. Favoite quote?&lt;/b&gt; "rollin like a bowling ball" --my economic teacher    "life is like a dick, when it gets hard, fuck it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;14c. Favorite TV show?&lt;/b&gt; Friends, Osborns, Cribs, Discovery Channel, Crocodile hunter "Crickey", Simpsons, Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Can you sing?&lt;/b&gt; ha...do pigs fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16. Can you dance?&lt;/b&gt; well...i don't wanna brag, but hey....if you're good...you're good. what can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16a. Can you play an instrument?&lt;/b&gt; use to play the piano and clarinet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;16b. What other special talent are you proud of?&lt;/b&gt; i can make my ears move by themselves. =0) n i can make my armpit cave in 2 inches. =0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17. Who is your favorite musical group?&lt;/b&gt; Wu-Tang....ain't nothin 2 fuck with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;17a. Favorite song? &lt;/b&gt; all Wu-Tang's songs, Gator Boots (cause it bumps), Oh Boy, Awnaw, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;18. What is your idea of a perfect date?&lt;/b&gt; going anywhere with a guy and he is a complete gentlemen(actually not just cause we are on a date), i end up getting roses, end up laughing so hard i tear, really get to know him by the time the date is over and a sweet kiss at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19. Are you afraid of heights?&lt;/b&gt; i was, but im not anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19a. If you had a son, what would you name him?&lt;/b&gt; Randy, Jason, (guys are the hardest for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;19b. A daughter?&lt;/b&gt; Raelyn Nicole, Alyssa Ranae, Drew Mya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20. Favorite smell?&lt;/b&gt; fresh air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;20a. Favorite Texture?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;---weird question...i don't know? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;21. Favorite cologne?&lt;/b&gt; Cool Water and Curve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22. Favorite perfume?&lt;/b&gt; Avon's Josie and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;22a. Where do you go for sanctuary?&lt;/b&gt; the cliffs in la jolla, but i haven't had to go there in a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;23. Favorite style of clothing?&lt;/b&gt;  my style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;24. Dressed up or grunge?&lt;/b&gt; both...depends what is left of my clean clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25. Are you a sappy romantic?&lt;/b&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;25a. Been in love?&lt;/b&gt; Hell yeah..i am right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26. What is your biggest life dream?&lt;/b&gt; to marry arnell and have kids and be rich and happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;26a. Greatest Fear?&lt;/b&gt; losin arnell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27. Hot chocolate or coffee?&lt;/b&gt; coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27a. Strawberry or Chocolate shake?&lt;/b&gt; strawberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27b. Favorite Candy?&lt;/b&gt; air heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27c. Favorite Ice Cream?&lt;/b&gt; cookies n cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;27d. Favorite drink (alcoholic)?&lt;/b&gt; smirnoff, bacardi silver, bacardi in general, alize, mikes hard lemonade, puckers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;28. Are you a go-getter or a stand back and watch person?&lt;/b&gt; usually a go getter but i get lazy but not a person that stands back and watches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;29. Are you a daredevil?&lt;/b&gt; most of the time unless i really think danger is involved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30. Favorite food dish?&lt;/b&gt; sesame jack chicken strips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;30a. Favorite Resturant?&lt;/b&gt; TGIFridays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;31. Have you told the people close to you that you love them lately?&lt;/b&gt; yup..i just got of the phone with arnell and i just told him i love him. =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76551453?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76551453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76551453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76551453' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76538181</id><published>2002-05-14T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T09:02:37.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time no post, but i finally have time. it's tuesday morning and i actually went to class. GO JACLYN! anywaise...so i am waiting for marilou so she can take me home. so it is now 8:55 but i have to wait til 9:45. so what has been going on? well yesterday arnell, john, rj and i went and watched new guy. it was pretty good. there was a lot of funny parts and it actually had a story line. what else? oh roxy bit me. =0) i was playing tug a war with her and i was able to pull the toy out of her mouth. she went to jump and bite her toy, but she jumped too high and bit my hand. well it was more of she closed her mouth on the toy and my hand and as she pulled down, her tooth scrapped about a 2 or 3 layers of skin. so i have this inch long cut that is deep enough that it hasn't scabbed yet. this happened......saturday i think? oh well....its fine...she is still a good doggy. yesterday arnell and i went to porky's house to hook up and i we went inside to see hennessee (porky's pitbull). and i remember when roxy was a lil pup, hennessee was already big. but when i walked in i saw this small thing. roxy is so much bigger and stronger than hennessee. roxy is about 2-3 months younger than hennessee, but you'd swear roxy is older. hennesee is trained more, but boy are her nails sharp. she jumped on me and i felt her nails digging into my leg. but since roxy stays outside most of the time, the cement files her nails. I LOVE MY DOGGY! it was funny...yesterday i was feeding her some of my nerds rope. she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok...i go smoke now....cigarette break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76538181?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76538181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76538181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76538181' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76420800</id><published>2002-05-10T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T21:18:21.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry i haven't been postin...i've been really busy. well today i went to oscar's for thi's suprise birthday dinner. n suprise to me cheryl was there, pregnant indeed. she is supposivly 4 months but she is pretty big for 4 months i guess. but it was funny though, we went to visit lisa at work, (roccos in utc) and her manager was saying how beautiful my contacts are and they look so real and they look good on me, etc. hahaha...nobody said how good cheryl was looking. i know it made her mad. =0)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaise...yeah...that was my highlight of my day. not to mention that rj said i got the job a jamba juice. whooohooo! best friends takin over jamba juice. no marilou it is not stalker's jamba juice so shutup already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything else? let me think...hmmm....nope! okay...well gonna go out again. til next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76420800?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76420800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76420800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76420800' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76191816</id><published>2002-05-05T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T12:46:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>like i was saying...so after we went to fashion we were trying to go to the Wailey house in downtown, but we forgot how to get there, so we decided to go to balboa park instead. first we went to the suspension bridge. that was tight as hell. it is one of those bridges that moves when people walk on it. kind of like the bridge to the castle in shrek. it was scary cause it is pretty high off the ground and you can't really see what is under you. so being jirie n all, me n jon were trippin out so we only went half way, cause we knew if we went all the way, we'd have to go all the way back. n me n jon weren't feelin that. then we went to the place with the castle, the aero space museum, the botanical garden and the rose bushes. oh i so want to get married infront of the botanical garden. it is so beautiful. so there is the green house with butterflies n stuff in the background, a little pond, then the area where i wanna be standing when i get married. it is like a little bridge with pillars that make up the sides of the bridge to look over into the ponds. then there is a long rectangular pond that is infront of the bridge with lilly pads n stuff. it is soooooo beautiful. http://www.calandscapephotography.com/AAimages2/sandiego/botanicalgarden.html  &lt;--- if you wanna see what it looks like. just imagin white roses everywhere. and all that wedding stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again i have to cut this blog short. i have to go pick up my keys from rj and then go to work. gosh i hate work. oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76191816?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76191816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76191816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76191816' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76178208</id><published>2002-05-05T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T00:32:59.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry i didn't post all about last night. when i got home, arnell stayed over for awhile. and we have this thing that whoever calls it first, me saying "you're tucking me in" or him saying "you're walking me down" the other person has to do. Well i called tucking me in first so then when he leaves he has to turn off the tv, turn on my radio, tuck me in (putting the blankets on me and kissing me goodnight) and then turning of the lights, closing my door and he locks himself out with the key he has to my house. so, there is no point of getting up again to blog if i'm already tucked in. so yeah... here i am making up for lost time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday i played with my doggy roxy. oh she is the cutest thing. then jon, rj, arnell and i went to fashion valley not knowing it was already 9 o'clock, when the mall is closing. so we were in the food court in front of d'lush. boy are the guys that work their are gay. there is one guy in a sandoo, a tight one might i add, his muscles hanging out but then when he went to go clean the tables, he was like wiping them down all gently barely holding down the rag. he was kind of dancin as he wiped too. i wanted to scream "WAX ON, WAX OFF". then there was another guy with kind of tight slacks with a tucked in shirt, but boy was his ass perky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHOOHOO! ARNELL IS HERE! sorry, i'll have to catch up another time. i'm gonna call tuck me in. hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76178208?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76178208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76178208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76178208' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76136315</id><published>2002-05-03T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T16:22:56.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well i just got back from work. Boy am i tired. well after this, i'm going to jamba juice to apply. how cool is this. they close at 7. that is the reason why i want to work there. i don't work on the weekdays at kb toys cause i don't wanna be getting home around 11. that leaves me no time to do hw (if i decide to do it) and time just to relax. i get home soooooo tired. plus RJ (my best friend) and Maila (my cool buddy) work there, so how cool would that be to work with the homies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marilou and Carlotta came to visit me at work. They said we all were gonna go eat, but then they decided they would just watch me eat and eat at Red Robin later. But Carlotta got to experience of Deja Vu of my comments from high school, Marilou is use to my comments on Mt. Carmel and how much i hate that school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm...yeah.. lets have a short blog for once. The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76136315?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76136315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76136315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76136315' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76110775</id><published>2002-05-02T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T23:24:10.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...it is definitely a weird day. okay...first the stalker dude, then Wu Tang boy, then the squirrels, the ducks and now white socks boy and Vince Sabio. Yes! I said Vince Sabio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hungry so I made Marilou come with me to Barnes n Nobles to get a cookies n cream cheesecake (which they ran out of). We walk in and a guy walks past us and Marilou thought he was the Stalker. Then the guy at the cash register was weird too, out of no where he asked me if I was okay and then didn't really wait for a response before he went on with what he was doing. Anywaise...well then Marilou said she saw white socks boy (a guy that is hella fine and then one day he wears slippers with white socks with an orange hat that just didn't go with what he was wearing...no i'm not materialistic, he jus usually dresses nice) whom we always see at Barnes n Nobles and Marilou said he was staring at us. Then we leave after i finish my white chocolate cheesecake. We are walking in the parking lot and someone screams HEY! I was waiting to here "Aren't you the girls that go to Cal State San Marcos"....hahaha...but no. So, we kept on walking and then he says it again. So we ask who is it. He says Vince Sabio. What the hell, i haven't seen that guy since like forever. anywaise...gota go...my baby is here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76110775?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76110775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76110775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76110775' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76102326</id><published>2002-05-02T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T19:04:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was pretty funny. A few days ago I went to Jamba Juice in Mira Mesa and as soon as I walked in, one of the guys starts yelling as he points at me "HEY! YOU'RE THE GIRL THAT GOES TO CAL STATE SAN MARCOS. YEAH! I KNOW YOU!" That was it and he went on with his business. NOTE: I have never seen this guy in my life. Well today Marilou tells me that a guy online found her through AOL search and asked her if she is "the girl with short hair and chinky eyes". hahaha....what the hell dude. He also told her that he talked to her friend (which is me) at work.  Marilou thought we had a conversation, which we did NOT. He called me her inseperatable twin. And that we walk into the dome like a train?!?! What the hell dude...we walk side by side. Last time I check, a train would be one behind the other. Next time I'm gonna smoke a cigarette in the dome and start sayin "Chuga chuga chuga chuga...choo-choo" Hahaha...what a dork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today me and my "inseperatable twin" also saw WU Tang boy, Marilou's Brandon Boyd look a like. Anywaise. He was in the left corner of the dome and Marilou like would not look. So I kept on saying left corner, left corner and finally I pointed my twix at him. (how more obvious could I be?) anywaise...that was kinda funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arnell picked me up to go get food at In n Out and then we went to go to Miramar Lake to eat. It was pretty romantic, except for the squirrels. There was a regular one, a baby one and a fat one. We fed them french fries, they are so cute when they eat. They actually came pretty close to us. We stuck a french fry on my shoe and the fat one is the only one that came close enough to get it. It was funny. Oh I hate those big geese things. They kinda look like swans or something but boy are they scary. They are the ones you see on funniest home videos that attack people. They just waddled towards us, too close for my comfort I might add. Anywaise...then we went down to the water where the ducks were and there was a mama and little baby ducks. oh they were just the cutest things. But when they went in the water there was some asshole duck fuckin around with them and not lettin them into the water. I was gettin mad. Then they finally got in the water and then 2 more fuckers joined up with him and they started attacking the mom. They pushed her head under water and stuff and pecking her head, then one of those scary big white swan things helped her out. They are friendly in water I guess. But yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we went to Arnell's house and played with my baby. MY DOG! okay...jeez. People these days....jumping to conclusions. Well for those of you don't know, me and Arnell bought a dog about 7 months ago. Her name is Roxy, she is a buff ass pitbull so don't fuck with me. =0) j/k but she is so cute. She doesn't really get along with people other than me or Arnell. People just don't know how she likes to play around. She has a thing with jumpin on you and nudging your face with her face. To some people "Marilou" they get scared and stay 5 miles away from them. Like my cousin Matt, he jumped in his car cause he got scared. hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay...maybe getting a blog was a bad idea...i make them tooooooooo dayam long. enough..i'm done. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76102326?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76102326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76102326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76102326' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3486045.post-76052105</id><published>2002-05-01T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T14:08:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally I got this stupid thing to work. First blog! What to write? People actually read how my day goes? i guess....&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....what to put, what to put. OH YEAH! *this is for marilou* ~How are you marilou? Well, i'm rollin like a bowlin ball.~ hahaha... i swear, my econ teacher comes up with some weird sayings. Ms. Akabagou-Collins! What a nut?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. I have money saved up from my birthday, some of the $$ given to me was given on intentions that I wll use it towards my tattoo. I really wanna get one, and I love the design of my tattoo, BUT Arnell is willing to pay for half of the amount of an amp. I wanna bump n all, but I don't have an alarm on my car, and you know how them people in Mira Mesa, I won't say what race, but you all know how they jack cars no matter what they got. Knowing my car ain't got no alarm makes me an easy target. Plus Arnell wants to stick a box in my trunk, which is easy to jack, but I don't know if I have enough room in my trunk, cause my dad got this big ass box in their with "Just in Case" stuff. That box was so ridiculous that I even had an extra side mirror. WHAT THE FUCK DO I NEED AN EXTRA SIDE MIRROR FOR? Yeah, just in case something happens to mine, but it ain't like right when it falls off i'm gonna know what to or even how to put the new one on. Having an extra one and having the extra one in your trunk or two different things. Anywaise....so yeah...I can still keep the money that was just for the tattoo and use the rest for the amp, BUT then that means I'd have to earn and save the rest of the $$ for the tattoo. And everybody knows how little I make and how I can't even save change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHH....next subject...--&gt; --&gt; --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...last night I found out my grandpa in New Jersey past away.  It would of been around midnight over there already. We all called him Daddy even though he wasn't our Daddy, yet you felt like he was your Daddy.  May his soul rest in peace. I love you Daddy! It is hard when they live so far away. We visited him when I went to New Jersey for the summer. He was so skinny and just lied in bed all day. After Mommy ( his wife ) died may her soul rest in peace. That is when he started to get sick.  Ya he was old, but he was still up and going before she died.  But I guess when the one you love most and lived your life with is gone, you feel like your life might as well be done with too. I know it might sound bad, but I think it was better that he past away. For one thing, at least he can reunite with Mommy and continue to live their lives together peacefully and happily.  Another thing, he was just helpless and couldn't even feed himself. He just laid in bed that is all he did. It was probably hard on him being helpless.  Well, whatever it may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bow my head a pray to the Lord that they be safe in his hands and let them know that the ones they left behind mourn for their loss, yet are happy that they are in a better place that someday we too will reunite with them and continue our lives as the happy family we are. I love you Mommy and I love you Daddy. Please watch over me and the rest of the family in what we do. We know you are still with us... in our hearts, in our minds and in our souls that you will never be forgotten because of the way you both have touched our hearts. Lord Hear my Prayer. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3486045-76052105?l=itiswhatitis.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76052105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3486045/posts/default/76052105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itiswhatitis.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76052105' title=''/><author><name>Jaclyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11097835937272465467</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
