<?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-9178875</id><updated>2012-01-08T13:47:17.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>deliciously CREAMY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-113790131569126982</id><published>2006-01-21T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T19:41:55.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>365</title><content type='html'>http://www.peacecorps.gov/index.cfm?shell=learn.howvol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serving as a Peace Corps Volunteer means 27 months of hard work. It takes determination, flexibility, patience, and a sense of humor. And while applying to the Peace Corps is easier than being a Volunteer, the qualities that make a good Volunteer will also come in handy during the application process. Yes, applying to become a Volunteer takes some time, preparation, and effort. But as with volunteering, the rewards far outweigh the difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ounseling teenagers in Belize. Launching an Armenian computer center. Promoting HIV/AIDS awareness in Malawi. Teaching chemistry in a Ghanaian high school. Peace Corps Volunteers work in a wide variety of areas — and no two days are ever the same. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Think of the Peace Corps and you might imagine teaching in a one-room schoolhouse or farming in a remote area of the world. But while education and agriculture are still an important part of what the Peace Corps does, today's Volunteers are just as likely to be working on HIV/AIDS awareness, helping to establish computer learning centers, or working on small business development. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peace Corps Volunteers work in the following areas: education, youth outreach, and community development; health and HIV/AIDS; agriculture and environment; business development; and information technology. Within these areas, the specific duties and responsibilities of each Volunteer can vary widely. Ask any Peace Corps Volunteer and he or she will tell you that everybody has a unique experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-113790131569126982?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/113790131569126982/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=113790131569126982' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113790131569126982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113790131569126982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2006/01/365.html' title='365'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-113764311371511709</id><published>2006-01-18T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T19:58:33.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kissing</title><content type='html'>Kissing turns me on. &lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-113764311371511709?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/113764311371511709/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=113764311371511709' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113764311371511709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113764311371511709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2006/01/kissing.html' title='Kissing'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-113750820189894024</id><published>2006-01-17T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T06:30:01.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>this makes me want to cry</title><content type='html'>Burma's road to ruin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no shortage of bad rulers in the world. Nations suffer under tyrants, sadists, fanatics, paranoids and just plain blunderers. The repressive military chiefs in Burma, who prefer their sad police state be called Myanmar, are all of that. They're also just plain weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burma, a former British colony of 43 million people, has been rendered a basket case by repressive and isolationist military rule. A Texas-size land wedged between Thailand, China and India, it is among Asia's poorest nations despite a wealth of natural resources. It struggles with one of Asia's worst AIDS epidemics and has 60 percent of all malaria deaths on the continent. The tuberculosis rate is the world's highest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of plotting a strategy to confront that humanitarian crisis, Burma's enigmatic strongman, Than Shwe, is preoccupied with another priority. In November, he ordered the nation's capital moved from the picturesque but dilapidated colonial-era site of Rangoon--or Yangon, as the government renamed it--to remote Pyinmana. That is a rural hamlet 200 miles to the north that lacks running water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given two days' notice to pack up offices and prepare to move, thousands of government workers were forcibly relocated and are now living in refugee camp-like conditions. Those who try to leave have been threatened with being hunted down like army deserters, according to Western news reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official line is that Pyinmana is more suitable as a capital because it is more centrally located than Rangoon. But diplomats consider the abrupt move bizarre even by the mercurial and secretive standards of the Burmese government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's lots of guessing about Than Shwe's motives. One theory centers on fears of invasion stoked by a U.S. initiative at the United Nations to press for democratic reforms. Washington also wants the release from house arrest of opposition leader Aung San Suu Kyi, a Nobel Peace Prize winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another theory given much credence in Rangoon involves a prediction by astrologers that the government would fall if Than Shwe didn't act quickly to establish a new capital. Many Burmese hold a strong faith in astrology and numerology, and government decisions in the past have been linked to those mystical beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burma has suffered under military rule for more than four decades. It has retreated into an isolation and grinding poverty that stands in stark contrast to the rapidly developing nations around it. Despite Burma's public health crisis, lack of cooperation from the government recently led the Switzerland-based Global Fund to Fight AIDS, Tuberculosis and Malaria to cut off $87 million in funding to battle those diseases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little attention gets focused on Burma these days. Yet, even in remoteness, its problems can have a dangerous spillover effect. It is one of the world's largest opium producers. Repression, economic woes and ethnic strife create a constant flow of refugees, threatening to export Burma's disease problems to neighboring lands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If little else, Burma should stand as a vivid cautionary tale to the world about how misguided rulers can do great harm to their people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-113750820189894024?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/113750820189894024/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=113750820189894024' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113750820189894024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113750820189894024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-makes-me-want-to-cry.html' title='this makes me want to cry'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-113307329984656438</id><published>2005-11-26T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T22:35:40.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLELUJAH!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/632/1600/100_2469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6738/632/320/100_2469.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;Thank you, thevivster&lt;br /&gt;Your application for undergraduate admission and scholarships for Fall 2006 has been received.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-113307329984656438?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/113307329984656438/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=113307329984656438' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113307329984656438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113307329984656438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/11/hallelujah.html' title='HALLELUJAH!!'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-113279138945792286</id><published>2005-11-23T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T21:18:47.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UC Personal Statements</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;prompt one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I do not know if Oscar Mayer actually has a way with B-O-L-O-G-N-A. However, I do know that I have a way with advertising. On my first day of my summer session at the Academy of Art University, I passed the pop quiz about advertising jingles and icons with flying colors, and was even willing to sing the Oscar Mayer jingle in reward for a special Sharpie marker. Needless to say, my summer at the Academy of Art University was an incredibly enlightening experience. &lt;br /&gt; In class, I learned to work competitively by myself and in groups, learning to acknowledge my classmates’ opinions in our assignments. In addition, I learned about different formats of advertisements and various ways of attracting consumers. In fact, advertising is a very competitive field, requiring hard work to stay on top of the game. &lt;br /&gt; With so many available opportunities open for high school students, I was able to have a taste of what a college environment felt like. Even if I do not pursue an artistic career, I have learned skills that can be used for life. I am proud to have accomplished something worthwhile that will benefit me in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prompt two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of school at twelve o’clock in the morning. On that particular day, I had worked for exactly sixteen hours and twenty five minutes as an officer for the committee preparing for Spirit Week, a school homecoming tradition of competition between classes. As excited as I was, I did not mind the long hours, yet I did not expect the preparation to be as strenuous as hiking the Himalayas. &lt;br /&gt; During the few months the Spirit Committee met, I sweated and toiled my way through an illness, the sun, and a temporary lack of materials. At one point, my nose started to run every time I worked close to the floor, and I carried tissues around as artillery. I measured walls, painted posters, and kept an eye on the rapidly disappearing paint. All my hard work and effort paid off when the senior class won first place overall in the Spirit Week competitions.&lt;br /&gt; Through this experience, I proved my leadership and organization capabilities. I remind myself that life is too valuable to waste, and that if I ever want to stay at school until midnight again, I should start stocking up on tissues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prompt three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the US Census Bureau, 6,470,818,671 people live in the world today. Approximately 1.1 out of the 6 billion currently lives in absolute poverty, or under a dollar a day. About 8 million of these people living in poverty die each day. &lt;br /&gt; I am only one person but I believe that if one person a day can do something to help change the world for the better, there would be fewer people living in absolute poverty. Whenever I make a comparison, I appreciate all that I have been given. I do not deserve all this luxury when there are people around the world needing help, some even starving to death.&lt;br /&gt; As a person intrigued by the media, I was oblivious to the amount of money wasted on satisfying consumer desires. However, one special music video showed me just how much money was wasted by music videos. The homemade video, through online streaming, featured many hopeless children in Africa and other third world countries who were in need of education, food, clothing, and shelter. Instead, these resources go toward satisfying the wrong consumers--consumers who do not need the money as much as others do.&lt;br /&gt; In economics class, I learned that, in life, there will always be unlimited wants. People in our society focus on their desires, their needs, and their self-survival. To me, these people can be classified as greedy and selfish. If society continues at this rate, there will be no human race left. Only human “kings” and “queens” will remain, accumulating too much wealth for their own good. Every minute we waste deciding which shirt to buy from Saks Fifth Avenue, people are starving. What about them?&lt;br /&gt; I understand that in order for our economy to maximize its resources, it needs to find ways to cope financially. Individual proprietors, the big businesses and expensive stores downtown, depend on consumers to purchase their products in order to gain profit. With these objectives in mind, people in need are low in priority. They fall below the materialistic desires of consumers who contribute to the ideals of survival of the fittest.&lt;br /&gt; Every second, someone passes away. There is a possibility that the person has died of natural causes, such as premature birth, genetic defects, or plain old age. However, there is a bigger possibility that the person died of hunger in a third world country. As an aspiring sociology major, I believe that my voice, as well as others, will play a role in saving people’s lives. If I can persuade one person to believe in my cause, that is one more person who is more knowledgeable than they were prior to meeting me.&lt;br /&gt; There are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Every one of these six billion people deserves to live each day, just as we all have the right to live life to our full extent. Not one day goes by when I do not think about the people living on the other side of the world; how they suffer while I am safe inside the comfort of a school classroom, how they cope with an ill-nourished stomach when I am eating my warm lunch, and how they feel knowing they are less of a concern than my hair appointment next week. I await the day when the world understands just how low we have fallen. Until then, I will continue my efforts to save the world from killing itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-113279138945792286?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/113279138945792286/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=113279138945792286' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113279138945792286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113279138945792286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/11/uc-personal-statements.html' title='UC Personal Statements'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-113203218671302872</id><published>2005-11-14T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:24:04.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cramps the size of TEXAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Birthdate: April 12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a dynamic, charismatic person who's possibly headed for fame.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to charm strangers easily. And you usually can get what you want from them.&lt;br /&gt;Verbally talented, you tend to persuade people with your speaking and writing.&lt;br /&gt;You are affectionate and loving, but it's hard for you to commit to any one relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Your extreme manipulation tactics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Indigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Four leaf clover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-113203218671302872?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/113203218671302872/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=113203218671302872' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113203218671302872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113203218671302872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/11/cramps-size-of-texas.html' title='cramps the size of TEXAS'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-113177515964009427</id><published>2005-11-11T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T21:59:19.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't believe I'm myself</title><content type='html'>My nails are long and they smell because I just came back with from my Haight date with Luisa. Oh, that rhymes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cut them tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to also go to the UOP Preview Day tomorrow with S.Lo.&lt;br /&gt;OH and Senior Boat is um, next Saturday. I'm so psyched; I'm going to make those pre/after party invites nowww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER i finish my scholarship organizations.&lt;br /&gt;and...college apps personal statements.&lt;br /&gt;and after i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;NO, i'll do them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;currently crushing on: H. Turner, T.Nakamura&lt;br /&gt;GOD white boys are cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking more forward to the pre/after parties than the boat dance itself.&lt;br /&gt;YAYY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-113177515964009427?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/113177515964009427/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=113177515964009427' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113177515964009427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/113177515964009427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/11/cant-believe-im-myself.html' title='Can&apos;t believe I&apos;m myself'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-112762908185528330</id><published>2005-09-24T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T23:18:01.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jewel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lyrics:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk in a corner shop&lt;br /&gt;See a shoplifting cop&lt;br /&gt;See the old lady with a gun&lt;br /&gt;See the hero try 2 run&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's what it seems, I mean&lt;br /&gt;It's not all dirty, but it's not all clean&lt;br /&gt;There's children paying bills&lt;br /&gt;There's monks buying thrills&lt;br /&gt;There's pride for sale in magazines&lt;br /&gt;There's pills for rent 2 make u clean&lt;br /&gt;Marvin Gaye, there's no brother, brother&lt;br /&gt;Woody Guthrie's land can't feed Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothers weep, children sleep&lt;br /&gt;So much violence ends in silence&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame there's no one to blame&lt;br /&gt;For all the pain that life brings&lt;br /&gt;If u will just take me It might just complete me&lt;br /&gt;And together we can make a stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A waitress brings me lunch&lt;br /&gt;We meet but do not touch&lt;br /&gt;On TV, D.C. is selling lies&lt;br /&gt;While in the corner, King's dream dies&lt;br /&gt;Go to the counter, pay for me and my friend&lt;br /&gt;A homeless man pulls out a roll, says it's on him&lt;br /&gt;The mayor has no cash&lt;br /&gt;He said he spent it on hookers and hash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will love me, I will love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-112762908185528330?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112762908185528330/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=112762908185528330' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/112762908185528330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/112762908185528330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/09/artist-jewel-song-stand-lyrics-walk-in.html' title=''/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-112736130696887855</id><published>2005-09-21T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T20:55:06.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working at the Car Wash</title><content type='html'>I've noticed that I'm actually pretty horny when I get out of the shower (or when I'm kindof cleaning the shower) Must have something to do with the um, water, and um, soap. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I actually want to lose my virginity before I graduate this year. But I really really doubt it. I mean, if I was really desperate I'd probably be able to persuade some lonely horny boy to do it with me, but then it wouldn't be like..&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;. Or fun, at least. The fact that I could be entering into college as a non-virgin strikes me as extraordinary. It just shows what kind of a person I can be. I mean, yes, I know there are dangers involved with sex and stuff, but I know what I'm dealing with and I'm not a little kid anymore. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's all I can write for now with my brother constantly looking over. OOh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-112736130696887855?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112736130696887855/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=112736130696887855' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/112736130696887855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/112736130696887855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/09/working-at-car-wash.html' title='Working at the Car Wash'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-112624740628252210</id><published>2005-09-08T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T23:30:06.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engineering?</title><content type='html'>"An engineer is someone who can do for a dime what any fool can do for a dollar."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-112624740628252210?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112624740628252210/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=112624740628252210' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/112624740628252210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/112624740628252210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/09/engineering.html' title='Engineering?'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-112624502158324298</id><published>2005-09-08T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T22:50:21.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP THEIR FUCKING HEADS OFF</title><content type='html'>I hate when talk-to-parents-about-certain-colleges come up. I mean, we're all cool with the family issues, but I get really hot-teary eyed when it comes to the colleges and stuff. I'm actually really passionate about where I want my life to go. I just don't want my choices to be limited when I'm thinking about my future. But what happens to those choices? KAPUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to appease my parents by trying to encourage my interest in some UCs (such as UCLA) and some in California. Not so bad, right? But then, they get on my case about one specific college/university that could be future potential : Pepperdine University. My mom decides to inquire about the specific location about the place, and when I show her it's in Malibu, she freaks. She says that Malibu's too FAR AWAY and "What could there possibly be to offer?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's another problem. The problem of MONEY. My parents and I have conflicting views on how money should be spent. Me, I think others actually need the money more than we (mostly Americans) do. But my mother is a moneywhore and she wants it all for herself. I mean, Asians ARE stingy and they want huge retirement funds so they can fly back and forth from America to their native country. Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have abso-fucking-lutely NO idea what I want to do right now. I mean, I have my art skills. I admit that I'm pretty good at web design, and design in general, and my creativity knows no bounds, but what can I get with that? An art career. But how is that going to help the fact that I want to donate money to needy people? I seriously doubt I am talented ENOUGH to pursue the art path and become amazingly incredible at it. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm thinking of applying to Stanford. Doesn't hurt to try, does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY STEPH. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-112624502158324298?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112624502158324298/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=112624502158324298' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/112624502158324298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/112624502158324298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/09/rip-their-fucking-heads-off.html' title='RIP THEIR FUCKING HEADS OFF'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-112451315152623982</id><published>2005-08-19T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T21:45:51.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS better to have loved and be loved in return, than to have never loved at all.</title><content type='html'>I was in the car waiting for my parents to each finish cutting their hair in Chinatown and I was fiddling around with the car seat. I realized how much it looked like a person, so I imagined a guy holding his arms out to me. No specific guy, though. Just someone to hug me tight. So I was imagining, and I was trying to hug the chair but 's actually a pretty difficult thing to do. You're sitting down, and your arms are in this awkward position. I have to remember not to hug someone sitting down. It's not as cuddly as it seems. But while I was sitting down I had this feeling of loneliness. I wanted someone to hug. And I don't like the fact that my parents and relatives are not the touchy-feely-huggy type. Stinky Asians. No wonder I'm so crazy most of the time. I need some human contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all these expectations of an ideal guy, but they're not that much. I'm insecure when it comes to talking to guys face to face. I have no idea why, because I can pretty much communicate with them well online. But that's because I can't see them. What a loser I am. I guess I'm not alone. But the point is, with guys I think I have to impress them, but I know I can just be myself. But when I try to be myself, I end up looking like I'm impressing them. Sounds confusing, I know. Maybe I'm forcing myself to be myself too much, and the pressure shuts me off. Maybe I can be a little wild. Maybe I can allow myself to flirt more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is teenage love, anyway? I seriously doubt that I will find a good enough guy who will want to stay with me for ages right now. Eventually I know I will find someone amazing (in bed) and get married. Oh, and that's another thing. That marriage and baby thing? My mom was lecturing me about how Mexican girls fool around (somehow originated with green bananas) and the horror of laboring over pregnancy. I don't want to have all the cramps, morning sickness, and pain for 9months+. Or maybe I should just hurry up and get it over with. I want a baby, I just don't want the pain. I could just adopt like Angelina Jolie and find a man like Brad Pitt. Yeah, that would be the life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-112451315152623982?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/112451315152623982/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=112451315152623982' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/112451315152623982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/112451315152623982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-is-better-to-have-loved-and-be.html' title='IT IS better to have loved and be loved in return, than to have never loved at all.'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111868942851960820</id><published>2005-06-13T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:03:48.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movieuphoria</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy. I watched like, 6 movies these past two days (weekend) Let's see what they are, so I don't forget to include them in my other blogspot: Along Came Polly, The Whole Ten Yards, Princess Diaries 2, Win a Date with Tad Hamilton, The Day After Tomorrow, and I'm currently finishing Napoleon Dynamite. I am making a on-Demand/ digital cable-movie thing a MUST HAVE when I get to college or have a house. I mean, I cannot live without movies. It is my life. :) I'm so lame, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing the senior xangas and I looked at all their pictures and I think I'd be more satisfied if our class were to um...be more friendly with each other? I noticed that most of the pictures were just with their own friends. It's basically like knowing only 1/2 of the class. I wonder what would happen at the high school reunions. "I don't remember you..OH, I didn't know you. Sorry." I'd hate that to happen to me. Bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want Senior activities to come now...after I try to meet everyone in the class of `06. We will have a bangin' time at Senior Picnic, Senior Luncheon, Senior Prom...and GRADUATION. Man will that feel sad and happy and the same time. Reminder to self: Buy a cheap but nice camera so I can lug it all around school and then make some nice grad gifts for everyone. :) I love you all. I can't wait to spend so much time with y'all. &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111868942851960820?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111868942851960820/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111868942851960820' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111868942851960820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111868942851960820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/movieuphoria.html' title='Movieuphoria'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111828281003458468</id><published>2005-06-08T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T19:06:50.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I really that smart? I'm just DIRTY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#fff774;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your IQ Is 115&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffcca"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/iq/iq.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Logical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Verbal Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Mathematical Intelligence is &lt;b&gt;Genius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your General Knowledge is &lt;b&gt;Above Average&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quickanddirtyiqtest/"&gt;A Quick and Dirty IQ Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school today. Missed the bus; missed reg. Eh, wasn't important anyway, right? I hope not. UH OH. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I went to measure the FIRST FLOOR HALLWAY for Spirit Committee and it was very tiring. I forgot to tell Rayna (Co-Art Director) that we were measuring at 11:00AM so I guess she just came early. When I got to school, I saw her and she asked me why I wasn't there. OOPS! I forgot to tell her that we were doing it later. Aw, I just hope she doesn't think I'm selfish. :( Oh, well. Now we have all the measurements (which I'm totally redrawing, because it looks like SHEEET) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if I should volunteer again. I feel so awkward for some reason, but I'm looking forward to it again, only because I get to take ART classes after I finish in the morning. And let's see if I can fit some...dance classes in there? CHA CHA CHA. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111828281003458468?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111828281003458468/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111828281003458468' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111828281003458468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111828281003458468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/am-i-really-that-smart-im-just-dirty.html' title='Am I really that smart? I&apos;m just DIRTY.'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111801665016125210</id><published>2005-06-05T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:10:50.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying can be exhausting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #D3CEF5; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;Your Expression Number is 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=" font: 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #E8E5FA; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;A total multi-tasker, you have a wide variety of talents.&lt;br /&gt;You're very versatile and able to change at a drop of a hat.&lt;br /&gt;A free spirit, you crave change and adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clever and quick witted, you can convince anyone of anything.&lt;br /&gt;You can do anything you desire... though this sometimes gets you in trouble!&lt;br /&gt;Very popular, you're always thinking up new ways to entertain and amuse your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your restless and impatient attitude means you don't stay with projects for long.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be erratic and scattered - it's hard for you to focus.&lt;br /&gt;You often find yourself in a state of flux with constantly changing interests.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;What's Your Expression Number?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="font-family: sans-serif; color: black; font-size: 11pt;" width="350" align=center border="0" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#B1F989"&gt;&lt;h3 style="margin: 0; border: 0;"&gt;The True You&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ABF795"&gt;You want your girlfriend or boyfriend to be more relaxed, calm, and composed.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A5F4A0"&gt;With respect to money, you spend as little as possible.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#9FF2AC"&gt;You think good luck might come your way, but if it does you'll be so surprised you'll burst out laughing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98EFB7"&gt;The hidden side of your personality tends to be satisfied to care for things with a minimal amount of effort.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#92EDC3"&gt;You have a tendency to overdo things, but basically you value your friendships highly.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#8CEACE"&gt;When it comes to finding a romantic partner, you will search and search until you find your perfect match.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whosthetrueyouquiz/"&gt;Who's the True You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111801665016125210?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111801665016125210/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111801665016125210' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111801665016125210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111801665016125210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/studying-can-be-exhausting.html' title='Studying can be exhausting.'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111794643044473711</id><published>2005-06-04T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T21:40:30.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Narrow and Wide Gates</title><content type='html'>SAT I. I retook it. I was so surprised by the number of people that were there...taking the SATs. I tried to wait for Miss Sandy Ngan so we could be in the same room, but I ended up taking it in another room. I didn't even realize I was taking the SAT until one hour into it. I was like, I &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; don't want to be here. Am I here? Is this a dream? I was &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; prepared at ALL. But I think I did pretty okay, so there goes my second try. I better get a higher grade or that's 40 buckarooos down the freakin' drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my parents rushed me to my graduation, where I was unnecessarily late. That was funny, because I thought the graduation was going to start at 2. It said so on the paper that my chinese teacher gave me...so we chillaxed in the car for about 20 min. because we thought we were a bit too early. So when I got there I was like o.O (chris face) Why is everyone wearing the graduation gowns already? OMG did they already go? I was so SHOCKED. But we ended up just sitting there in the "auditorium" for around an hour while they had all those other freakin' awards. Jeez. We didn't even have to be there until 3. Yeah, that finished...I'm so glad I'm done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I thought I had something important to say. OH YEAH.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I ate today.&lt;br /&gt;It's so exotic that you'd never guess correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pig Tongue&lt;/strong&gt; (pork) It was sliced and the outside was fried in honey. It's not as graphic as it sounds. But that's basically it. Nice to know what tongue tastes like. If I become cannibalistic I won't forget the tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG I HAVE A CHEM FINAL. Yay~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111794643044473711?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111794643044473711/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111794643044473711' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111794643044473711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111794643044473711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/narrow-and-wide-gates.html' title='The Narrow and Wide Gates'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111786683216231351</id><published>2005-06-03T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:36:00.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so hard to say goodbye to yesterday...</title><content type='html'>And I'll take with me the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make birthday grams. Did I say that already? Typical. Why did I even waste my time when I knew certain people were going to make it anyway? For the altos, I think that the people who made it deserve their position, but I'm just uneasy about the Soprano parts. Some people only got in because of their connections. I don't want to sound mean, but they didn't even seem enthusiastic and genuine and they're not all that good. That's not fair. High School sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have SATIs tomorrow and I'm typing this up. How naughty and Lowell-like. Yeah, that was lame. Hahah, I'm so bad. My mom just came in and I tried to cover this up. Somehow she always finds out, but whatever. I know I'm going to do at least a little better. I have confidence in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only thing I have going on for me now is being Spirit Committee secretary. I feel needed. Hmm, I wonder if guys feel like this when it comes to girls. Somewhere I heard that guys NEED attention from girls for them to like us. I mean, it's partly true...but what if you're shy and you don't give them attention for the reason that you like them? Understand? Neither can I, my brother's blasting Christian music from my old comp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hotandsizzling.blogspot.com"&gt;'TIAN MI MI'&lt;/a&gt; de ai qing dou zai ni de shen shang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111786683216231351?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111786683216231351/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111786683216231351' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111786683216231351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111786683216231351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye-to.html' title='It&apos;s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday...'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111776725529244175</id><published>2005-06-02T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:54:15.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As we go on, we remember...</title><content type='html'>Today was the last day we saw the seniors...And I'm not sad yet. I don't think it's hit me yet, until I realize that we won't ever be seeing them again. Me and Joy was going to get this thing together for our favorite senior Tilly Li, but I don't know if I want to wake up at 7:00 AM to send it off to her. I wonder if I can sneak into the graduation? So many good people are going off and making babies soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, this time next year we'll be going off too. I wonder how we'll feel? I think the only reason that I'm not emotionally touched yet is because there aren't that many seniors in my classes and the ones that are, are trying to stay happy. No bad feelings, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to watch Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. But I think no one wants to watch it with me. Tuesday, June 7th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother's graduating right now and I'm home alone. I'm supposed to be "studying" for the SATs on Saturday but I just don't have that study feeling. I just don't feel like it. I mean, all the people who got 2400s pretty much said they didn't study, so why should I? Just kidding. I'm scared. I don't want to get lower than I did before, but the only problems I'm having on the SAT is my knowledge of vocab. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had birthday gram tryouts today. Went pretty well, I guess? I learned the song on the spot, so that must be okay. I have a feeling I'm going to lose again though. How predictable. I kept looking at the clock because I was supposed to be at a new volunteer orientation even though I'm really not a "new volunteer." I worked as a volunteer last year with them, so why should I have to go through that again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111776725529244175?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111776725529244175/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111776725529244175' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111776725529244175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111776725529244175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/as-we-go-on-we-remember.html' title='As we go on, we remember...'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111768506423784224</id><published>2005-06-01T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:04:24.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What dreams are made of--chocolate</title><content type='html'>There's so much going in my life right now but there isn't. Like, you know your life is moving forward but it's really just standing still. I don't know, I'm not good at articulating my feelings. I just have this uneasiness in my heart, like there's something better for me out there, something that I just haven't found yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wore my old bridemaid's skirt to school today and I guess it was unusual because people kept admiring it and asking why I was wearing it. :P I had to use it for a skit and for the APUSH party, so I ended taking off my sweats and wearing it throughout the day. But I have self-esteem problems. I was hairy, so I just wore pantyhose. That makes me feel so shallow, because in my mind I'm telling to myself, "Who really cares? It's not like they're going to use them for anything or it's not going to hurt them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My summer is going okay so far. I'm planning on taking art classes at the Academy of Art downtown and dance lessons at the Mission Rhythm and Motion Dance Center. Come join me! But the other aspect of my summer is the volunteering. Seems like everyone wants a job nowadays. The whole point of a summer is to relax. SUMMER BREAK should be the time where you meet up that summer love and go to the beach to make out. Summer Break is the time where  you go to Disneyland everyday and ride the rollercoasters 3443924832 times. But for us, Summer Break is the time where  you somehow NEED to have a job, or else you won't get into a UC. That's not the freakin' point! I mean, c'mon. If you're getting a job at Stonestown (no offense) do you really want to work there when you grow up? How is this benefitting at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, that sounds contradictory to what I said before, that Summer Break is the time to have fun, and I guess working at Starbucks can be pretty fulfilling. So, you know what? Do what your heart desires. Just don't have any regrets. ANY. Because then, your lifestyle will start to decline because you're constantly thinking about what you COULD'VE done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Titanic today. I cried. Typical, huh? I mean, if I didn't cry, I guess it wouldn't have been the movie it was. But James Cameron is a magnificent director. He's not making any more big films, so I'm assuming the 3 hour movie was enough to die happy. But I love Titanic. It's such a tragic love story, and so much action and death. I absolutely love the end, where Jack and Rose meet up in a "heaven" kind of setting and all the passengers on the ship are back together in their magical fairyland of the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is better to be loved than to be not loved at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111768506423784224?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111768506423784224/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111768506423784224' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111768506423784224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111768506423784224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-dreams-are-made-of-chocolate.html' title='What dreams are made of--chocolate'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111748900137318700</id><published>2005-05-30T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T14:36:52.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Optical Illusions</title><content type='html'>Okay, I was browsing blogspots and I bumped into one: &lt;a href="http://illusionsetc.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://illusionsetc.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; because you know, illusions are tight. SO I clicked on this picture and was led to a gallery of pictures/illusions done by this one person: Jacek Yerka. I believe that's Italian(?). But here's one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/thevivster/yerka1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These come from the gallery: &lt;a href="http://www.yerka.pl/Yerka-pic.html"&gt;http://www.yerka.pl/Yerka-pic.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I came to this horrifying picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/thevivster/potatohead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG. I'm doubting that's real, and probably Photoshopped, but it's disturbingly disturbing. Wow. More disturbing portraits and stuff here: &lt;a href="http://www.ohlsson.de/dimitri/advertising/DIMITRIDANILOFF.html"&gt;http://www.ohlsson.de/dimitri/advertising/DIMITRIDANILOFF.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another cool one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/thevivster/tagneck.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another funnnnnnny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v284/thevivster/peestreet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111748900137318700?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111748900137318700/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111748900137318700' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111748900137318700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111748900137318700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/optical-illusions.html' title='Optical Illusions'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111733452170510808</id><published>2005-05-28T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T12:27:59.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV shows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE WB's 2005-2006 PRIMETIME PROGRAMMING SCHEDULE (All times ET)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5:00-5:30 p.m. Easy View presentation of “What I Like About You” 5:30-6:00 p.m. Easy View presentation of “What I Like About You” 6:00-7:00 p.m. Easy View presentation of “One Tree Hill” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7:00-7:30 p.m. “Reba” (encore presentation) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7:30-8:00 p.m. “Reba” (encore presentation) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8:00-9:00 p.m. “Charmed” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9:00-10:00 p.m. “Blue Collar TV” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Monday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8:00-9:00 p.m. “7th Heaven”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9:00-10:00 p.m. “JUST LEGAL” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuesday&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00-9:00 p.m. “Gilmore Girls” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00-10:00 p.m. “SUPERNATURAL”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wednesday&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00-9:00 p.m. “One Tree Hill” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9:00-10:00 p.m. “RELATED”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00-9:00 p.m. “Smallville”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9:00-10:00 p.m. “Everwood” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Friday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8:00-8:30 p.m. ‘What I Like About You” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:30-9:00 p.m. ‘TWINS”&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9:00-9:30 p.m. ‘Reba” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9:30-10:00 p.m. ‘Living With Fran”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111733452170510808?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111733452170510808/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111733452170510808' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111733452170510808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111733452170510808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/tv-shows.html' title='TV shows.'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111708869746307075</id><published>2005-05-25T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:24:57.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I so tired?</title><content type='html'>I have no motivation right now. I'm trying to write a concert critique for choir but I don't feel like writing it. It's not because I don't want to do homework, it's just that...I don't have that FEEL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's coming. God, I hope I really use this time wisely. I mean, maybe go around to places in SF I haven't been to, or hang out with friends that I usually don't see much and we can bond, hang loose, do our hair, whatever. Sometimes I don't know how I handle my relationships with people because I have so many people I have "acquaintances" with. I really don't actually have a "best friend." I still have one though, spiritually. Not that she died or anything. She goes to Lincoln. We hardly see each other. The only thing we remembered this year was our birthdays, because her birthday was two days before mine. I hate that we don't have time for each other anymore. :( But, the only time we spent together was only because she went to church activities and I joined in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I have good friends that I say hi to, great friends who I say I love you to, and amazing friends that I see once a week. I actually think I am an amazing friend. I remember most of my friends' birthdays, I do nice things for them and I actually CARE. I mean, yeah, everyone cares, but I truly madly deeply care for YOU. My mom always used to complain about how much I'd care about my friends more than I'd care about my family, and I'd admit, that's partially true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that I'm not going to have friends that I can call in the middle of the night to cry to and tell about my bad day. Sometimes I think no one takes me seriously when I'm down, because I act like it doesn't really matter when it does. For example, on Kermesse day, I didn't make S$S. That was a HUGE deal to me. I felt like crying and it just made my whole day worse. Most of the people I told were just like, OH, Too bad. I know that Rose was a great friend at that moment because she cheered me up. But other than that, people are just apathetic. And that flower I lost? I'm still mourning that. It was pretty sentimental to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the way that I handle friends. I'm too shy to delve in too deep into friendships because I'm scared. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please help me. :( &lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I'm thinking of taking dance lessons and art class in the summer. But I'm taking Mr. Drain's advice in mind and trying to see if I can get any good ROP classes that will let me fall back on any good careers along the way to the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusendheit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111708869746307075?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111708869746307075/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111708869746307075' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111708869746307075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111708869746307075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-am-i-so-tired.html' title='Why am I so tired?'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111670182973257918</id><published>2005-05-21T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T11:57:09.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm never going to win.</title><content type='html'>I didn't make it into Shield and Scroll. And now I'm going to doubt that I'm going to make it as CSF VP. Now what am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to school yesterday after reading my horoscope in the paper. It says, "Today just affirms what you suspected to be true. It's good to be you!(Poor everybody else!) Celebrate by enjoying the "center of the meat, cushions on the seat, houses on a street where it's sunny..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liar.&lt;br /&gt;I lost my prom flower pin that was on my backpack. I felt like crying, and I don't know why. I mean, it was JUST a flower pin, right? &lt;br /&gt;But I didn't really have &lt;b&gt;such&lt;/b&gt; a bad day. &lt;br /&gt;I had chillaxin' daisy time with Rose, and I got married to Sarah for her birthday. &lt;br /&gt;I won a fish by throwing the ball at Harrison, which landed exactly in the bowl. I had some trouble naming it. Here were some ideas-- Beatrice: "The Poopster." (because it was pooping lots); Karen: "Sexy Junior." (because I'm the original Sexy); &lt;br /&gt;Me: "Boone" or "Jack" (because I dropped the bag twice and the second time it started to leak, coincides with the idea of &lt;b&gt;surviving, LOST&lt;/b&gt;); &lt;br /&gt;And my brother combined both of their names: "Joone". &lt;br /&gt;I ate two plates of crepes. YUM.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Forensics meeting and to recycle with Vanessa and Eric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, Stephanie gave me and Ellen a ride. That part was fun, but guilty for me. Stephanie's mom was sending me to the bus stop, but she told me that I had already missed my bus, because she had been following it. But then we decided to catch it because it was so close. Bad idea. MY bus did not stop for like, 7 stops. Finally, it did and I ran like GERONIMO! I forgot to close their car door. Thank you very much.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went home and finished watching Lost and the OC. Cried my eyes out and ended up with a headache. I slept after eating dinner and woke up today. That should be a record. I slept for&lt;u&gt; 13&lt;/u&gt; hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm satisfied with my situation right now because my mom just told me she found the movie tickets, so I'm going to watch movies with Steve-0 and Hunnie after Finals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111670182973257918?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111670182973257918/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111670182973257918' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111670182973257918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111670182973257918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-never-going-to-win.html' title='I&apos;m never going to win.'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111639176115265240</id><published>2005-05-17T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T21:49:21.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LHS Big RED</title><content type='html'>Well I watched some of the tryouts for Senior Letter today. Not too bad, actually. I left around 5:00; I didn't get to see Karen's or Jovita's originals. Darn, I hope they did well. :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm doing my Chem homework (reading log) right now and I just happened to check my work in the back of the book. I am so disheartened. I almost got all of them wrong! I don't know what I did wrong. :( Oh, well. Better to learn from my mistakes than to ignore them, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little happier about my situation now. I know that a lot of people were coming up and asking me if I was alright. I'm fine. Sometimes I just crave attention; and when I don't get it, I feel really lonely. I'll try not to. I'm happy because of Kermesse. Suddenly I feel useful, because I'm actually doing something! :D I'm part of the committee and I'm helping ANGELICA with the Games and STuff. YAY FUN! It's on Friday. Come and have some fun for the benefit of the Language Lab (which I have never gone to.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Senior Letter today made me feel a little better that I actually didn't try out. I probably wouldn't have had the courage to do something like that. Ha, shows what kind of a person I am. I heart all of those people that tried their best out there. I got irritated by these girls sitting on the sidelines just plain laughin' at people. That's MEAN. Would you want people laughing at YOU? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I should take AP Psychology or not. Most of my friends are taking it now and they tell me it's really interesting. I have mroe reason to take it because I'm actually interested in human behavior and sex stuff. HAHA Um, would it be too late? ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111639176115265240?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111639176115265240/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111639176115265240' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111639176115265240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111639176115265240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/lhs-big-red.html' title='LHS Big RED'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111612223182070064</id><published>2005-05-14T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T18:57:11.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conformer of the Non-Conformists</title><content type='html'>I only post in here when I'm feeling that I'm not getting enough attention from my other sites. But no one reads this anyway; the comments don't show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our CMEA Festival Performance today. I thought we did pretty good. But our scores==S, E, E, X, E. At first there was only S, E, E, X; and the boys were crowding around the front: one of them covered one the E's and cried, "We got SEX! Whoo HOO!" But I don't know if we should be proud or disappointed. I mean, c'mon LOWELL is #1. We deserve our hard work. ;P (To be honest though, some people don't really TRY as hard as others. I mean, we're really not THAT good, so don't come off bragging that you're good when you can't even sing with as much energy as you should have.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my big Ross flats anymore. The only reason I got them was because I just wanted FLATS. But now I feel guilty because my mom's telling me I don't need new shoes unless I can't fit in my other shoes. I DO fit into the other shoes, it's just that they're going out of (my) style. BUT I don't want her to waste money, she's already paranoid about money issues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so left out. I'm guessing this is normal. I know I have good friends and all, but I'm not the person they go to to complain to or to talk about what happens on TV, or when something good happens to them. I'm usually last to find out almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that I'm not going to find the one I love.&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared that there's no one out there that's attracted to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that the people who have boyfriends/ girlfriends always have this "whiny" attitude about them. Like, it's OBVIOUS flirting. It's quite annoying at times. I like having a nice connection with the person, getting to know them, and then starting a relationship with that person because I like spending time with them. But it seems as if most guys go for the girl that flirts outrageously with them because they like getting the attention. To me, it's embarrassing. When someone flirts, you can tell, and that makes it so much more humiliating when you really don't have feelings for that person. Misunderstood feelings, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111612223182070064?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111612223182070064/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111612223182070064' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111612223182070064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111612223182070064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/05/conformer-of-non-conformists.html' title='Conformer of the Non-Conformists'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111186520254831977</id><published>2005-03-26T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T11:26:42.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For she's a jolly good fellow</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY MY DEAR HUNNIE ROSIEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was supposed to go out with her today but I'm stuck at home. Doing homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pondering the idea of doing something. I'm not sure if I can say it here, so I won't. It's better safe than sorry. It's just that all the hard work I put in last year wasn't worth the trouble, so I don't know if I have the experience or the energy to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a weird dream yesterday. I dreamt that I had taken a dump and then when I flushed, everything flushed up instead of down. Now, superstitious as I am, I'm going to think that it means that if I try to get rid of something too fast, it'll backfire on me. Now what did I want to get rid of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let me find a gorgeous WOW prom dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111186520254831977?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111186520254831977/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111186520254831977' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111186520254831977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111186520254831977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/03/for-shes-jolly-good-fellow.html' title='For she&apos;s a jolly good fellow'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111154741710651922</id><published>2005-03-22T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T20:38:21.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining men, it's raining men.</title><content type='html'>Ah Gawd, my brother just burst in and told me that someone went to a school in Michigan/Wisconsin and shot 5 people. Makes me think if I should become a nicer person, if I'm not already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished taking a shower and I realized in the midst of it all that I was using shampoo for conditioner. Now my hair is like, double-shampooed but not conditioned. NEED TO CONDITIONNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I might be able to tryout for senior letter after all. I was so worried that you had to turn in your physical so soon that I was thinking of not going. PLEASE let me make it into senior letter or at least Shield and Scroll. I need something to keep me busy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I might have a date for Prom. Don't ask. All I want is YOU to go. But if you can't, I won't force you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRING EM OUT BRING EM OUT &lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;BRING EM OUT BRING EM OUT&lt;br /&gt;I have this song in my head, and that Mr. Lonely song. Nice weather, ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is a toe sock full of melted gummy bears.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Google says it's World Water Day today, so maybe that's why we've been blessed with the great weather, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111154741710651922?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111154741710651922/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111154741710651922' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111154741710651922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111154741710651922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-raining-men-its-raining-men.html' title='It&apos;s raining men, it&apos;s raining men.'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-111146711160158482</id><published>2005-03-21T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T20:51:51.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backstreet's back, ALRIGHT!</title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be proud of myself for not typing in this for 40 days, but part of me feels like it's still incomplete. I've resisted for so long that diving head-in back into the water has it's consequences. I guess I just have to get used to it again. I don't think it will be that hard, I'm a real blabber mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what happened in terms of BIG IMPORTANTO things during the time I was gone. Actually, I can't remember much right now except the story about the guy who threw up on the bus. Shudder. I can't seem to get THAT out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes. SAT Almighty. Me and Kittykat took it at Burton, and the guy in back of me farted. I felt so claustrophobic at that point because there were 10 freakin' sections. I'm actually excited for the ACT because I'm taking it on APRIL 9th and it's a condensed, 4 section SAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what ELSE is April 9th? &lt;br /&gt;You guessed it. &lt;br /&gt;JUNIOR PROM.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was the moodswings or whatnot, but I was sad when Margaret said she might not go. I mean, I've waited so long for this, considering this IS the only dance I was allowed to go to this year, and the 06 Prom Committee has done a fantastic job. They need reward for their job well done. But whatever, even if she doesn't go, I WILL HAVE A GREAT TIME. Won't you? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays this month:&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine, March 23&lt;br /&gt;Rosalie, March 26&lt;br /&gt;Helen, March 29&lt;br /&gt;SPRING BREAK IS NEXT WEEEEK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay I'm getting a hang of this US stuff, and PreCalc. I'm actually pretty satisfied right now. Here is my WANT schedule for next year/semester:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English: &lt;i&gt;Film as Lit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math: &lt;i&gt;AP Calculus AB&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science: &lt;i&gt;Physiology or Physics Honors?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History: &lt;i&gt;AP Economics, American Democracy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VPA/ Electives: &lt;i&gt;Advanced Choir, Yearbook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that all? Yeah, 7 classes, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got into Lowell. *gasp&lt;br /&gt;The girls' track team was running through the 3rd floor hallway today, good stuff. ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-111146711160158482?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/111146711160158482/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=111146711160158482' title='3 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111146711160158482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/111146711160158482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/03/backstreets-back-alright_111146711160158482.html' title='Backstreet&apos;s back, ALRIGHT!'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110508390599126424</id><published>2005-01-06T23:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T19:10:40.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a lady. Finally!</title><content type='html'>Wow, haven't blogged here in heckers long. &lt;br /&gt;Here's what's up. &lt;br /&gt;My crush is gone, but I guess there's still little bits here and thurr but he's moved on and jumped back on the bandwagon but nonetheless our relationship is fantasatico. &lt;br /&gt;I got my first kiss! From My dear lover Fiona Ng. Wow I didn't realize it was my first kiss until dear Mary told me. Hmm, now for the first kiss with a GUY. With tongue, of course.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm having my period. Went to Nicole's house afterschool today to have cramp relieving hangout period. Went pretty good, actually. We ate, watched Model Behavior and MADE and scanned XC/track pix for boners. That was SURPRISING. And that's too bad, because now all of Nicole's pictures have them, because they're all the same. Interesting highlight of my day.&lt;br /&gt;Mike's scavenger hunt is making me bloat.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me when you're going to let me in&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.&lt;br /&gt;EXCITED for Junior Escape and Junior Prom. But I'm scared...What if I don't get a date for Junior Prom? At first I was counting on my crush but then he had to find someone again, so that's out of the question. And there are no close guy friends who might be interested in me, so I'm basically...doomed. I guess I'm no better than all my other friends. And the dresss. I NEED MY DRESS TO BE UNIQUE FLASHY, something that just says VIVIAN! and... MY DRESS IS BETTER LOOKING THAN YOURS. &lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, it's 2005. Everything's changing. I hope I'm being more responsible, but being on here changes the whole idea of that...but I have become more organized and I'm trying really hard to get good grades. &lt;br /&gt;TV SHOWS ARE JUST ASKING TO BE WATCHED.&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY--MOUNTAIN&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY--AMAZING RACE&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY--LOST, ALIAS&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY--OC, LIFE AS WE KNOW IT&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE..I want to sit down without cramps and watch TV all day. Or more like, TiVo. I realized you actually had to pay for LIFETIME/ MONTHLY service fees. DAMMIT. Hmm, I'm going to go research for that Microsoft iRiver player thing. But what DO I want for belated Christmas? &lt;br /&gt;Karen CUT HER HAIR. Now it's soft, not rough.&lt;br /&gt;ELLEN!&lt;br /&gt;Tito, Chino, Paul, and J-DAWG.&lt;br /&gt;Personal Statements.&lt;br /&gt;ERica.&lt;br /&gt;itzz semaj&lt;br /&gt;www.collegesexadvice.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-110508390599126424?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110508390599126424/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110508390599126424' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110508390599126424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110508390599126424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2005/01/shes-lady-finally_06.html' title='She&apos;s a lady. Finally!'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110248924583249524</id><published>2004-12-07T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T23:00:45.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renewing the Sectional Struggle</title><content type='html'>No one reads this anyway, so I can really tell what I think.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH what is WRONG with me. I'm serious. I can't stop thinking about it. PLUS Somehow I'm scared of getting too close too fast. But it really isn't too fast. &lt;br /&gt;Part of this is fun. HAving all these troubles and drama, because without it my life would be incredibly dull. But I'm not saying it's good. &lt;br /&gt;SHIT I haven't started shopping yet and people have already bought me presents. I TOLD you to surprise me. Now I'm having a creativity block on what I'm going to buy for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;DREAMS are kooky. I just remembered one I had about--shoot, I forgot it. Am I being superstitious or do these astrology, superstition things really come true for me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't like NOT connecting to people. I don't mean to NOT do it, but I can't help it. I can't be two people at once. &lt;br /&gt;I worry about you..when you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have commitment issues. &lt;br /&gt;OK someone's talking about me, right NOW. Stop sneezing. I didn't realize HOW much gossip went around. Good thing I don't know anything. I could get hurt. The Sound of MUSIC. and Condoms. Am I really that Pervy? I guesss I am, that's what makes me ME. Sheesh, if you take out the Pervertedness, I have nothing. I'm just like a lump of turd. Except that turd jiggles. &lt;br /&gt;I want JELLO. I really want HIM. I really want to watch a movie. I really want to be OKAY with all of this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-110248924583249524?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110248924583249524/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110248924583249524' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110248924583249524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110248924583249524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/12/renewing-sectional-struggle.html' title='Renewing the Sectional Struggle'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110170950075695692</id><published>2004-11-28T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T22:25:00.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ferment of Reform and Culture</title><content type='html'>DBQ on Monday and I don't know Jack. &lt;br /&gt;HEY a series of unfortunate events look interesting [but jim carrey does NOT]&lt;br /&gt;LOTs of practicing skit for 3 hour days. Wait that was only two. &lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have absolutely NO emotion right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOLEVIS PRESLEY is going to go PLATINUM baby! He is burning hotness as of this moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-110170950075695692?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110170950075695692/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110170950075695692' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110170950075695692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110170950075695692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/ferment-of-reform-and-culture.html' title='The Ferment of Reform and Culture'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110150672087847577</id><published>2004-11-26T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T14:05:20.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tofurkey was a BUST</title><content type='html'>LALALA &lt;br /&gt;Wow my toesies nailses are growing LONG. I just forgot what I was supposed to say. Is this karma or what? Heheh I just figured out what that means. I mean, ever since I started posting here it feels like I'm being avoided or ! I forgot to give in the turkey things. DAmn. Uh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH winterball? seems so last week. I don't want to sulk on it, so I won't. If no one's asking me, I'm not going. It's not like anything so special, anyways. I didn't go the last two years, but I definitely want to go next year. Plus, dresses are SO conformist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating lots of leftovers isn't doing so well, because I'm freakin' hungry right now I could eat a Cow. but, thats bad. so I'm not going to eat a cow. I'd rather eat a CHOCOLATE cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH I KNOW NOW. MOles! we get to do moles in chem! part of me is happy about it but part of me is disappointed because I have to make it myself. Sheesh Elvis Presley is HOTTTTT. WHy did he have to OD and die so soon. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really confused with my life right now, but I guess it's normal. No one's life can just be figured out right then and there.&lt;br /&gt;OH NO another song stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;AUTO SHOW PICS ON MY XANGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its something like, lalalala come down now. i should remember who sings it but I don't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY I WANT TO HATE YOU SO MUCH BUT SOMETHING MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I SHOULDN'T &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-110150672087847577?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110150672087847577/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110150672087847577' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110150672087847577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110150672087847577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/tofurkey-was-bust.html' title='Tofurkey was a BUST'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110127739732104892</id><published>2004-11-23T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T22:23:17.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas Is YOU, so SUPRISE ME, you big loser.</title><content type='html'>GAH. Vivace Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY REALLY want that party. I cannot stress this enough. I swear, if everyone wants to surprise me, they can convince my mom to let me have the party at my house or at someone else's house. But then I like to organize and take charge of everything, so if it wasn't at my house, it'd feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kITTYo0okat: dip it low&lt;br /&gt;kITTYo0okat: pick it up slow&lt;br /&gt;kITTYo0okat: roll it all around poke it out like your back broke&lt;br /&gt;CREAMY     veevi: POP POP&lt;br /&gt;CREAMY     veevi: POP THAT THANG&lt;br /&gt;kITTYo0okat: imma show you how to make your man say "OOOHHHHHH"&lt;br /&gt;CREAMY     veevi: OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAZING RACE!!!! OH my love, you have come back for your heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DBQ is tomorrow, but uh. i get to go to the INTERNATIONAL AUTO SHOW. For some reason I always think that there will be hot babes in bikinis and then everyone looks at me weird when I say that. WhaT?! There isn't? Then where are there hot girls in bikinis? On the car calendars? OH yeah, DBQ. I hope I don't have to do it early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW........&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/9178875-110127739732104892?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110127739732104892/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110127739732104892' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110127739732104892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110127739732104892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you-so.html' title='All I Want For Christmas Is YOU, so SUPRISE ME, you big loser.'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110119384098763730</id><published>2004-11-22T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:10:40.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ WAIT! There's an element called Vivianite. TiGHT.</title><content type='html'>Okay, SOMEHOW all this got erased. but HEY who cares, no one reads this anyway :D OOH then I can start gossipin' bout people...But I'm not like THAT. I'm nice. NO offense, dears :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. Something about Christmas? OH YEs. My playlist has all these FRIKIN GOOD CHRISSSSTMAS SONGS I can feel the beat yeah. OH and this threat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU BETTER BE GOOD YOU SINFUL PEOPLES OR ELSE &lt;br /&gt;SANTA MIGHT WHIP YOU GOOD. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Want For Christmas Is YOUUUUU!&lt;br /&gt;"YOUUUUUUUU" = MY XMAS PARTAYYYY. God I can feel it now. All the excitement and the presents and lights and the beer OOH my gosh I am having an excitement seizure OH YEAHUH I might be able to convince my mom since I got lots of goodish things this week. FREAK I need to study for PRECALC. [MOtivation: Think about the XMAS PArty.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me feels left out for not going to JSA because I heard it was SO MUCH fun. but then I realize that that defies the real purpose of going which is to Debate, so I don't want to waste someone else's time when I probably won't go there for the real reason anyway. And PLUS I have BRUISES from booboo's birthday bash. HOW MANLY IS THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALAL i'mm hunnngry HUNGRY HUNGRY HIPPO!&lt;br /&gt;Hm I wonder what guys do for fun besides looking at porn, video games, staring at girls, masturbating, all of the above. Wow it must be PRETTY boring to have nothing to stare at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would LOVE to GLUMP you right now. SO EXCITED for things that do not exist. &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/9178875-110119384098763730?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110119384098763730/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110119384098763730' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110119384098763730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110119384098763730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz-wait-theres.html' title='ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ WAIT! There&apos;s an element called Vivianite. TiGHT.'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110108812079102164</id><published>2004-11-21T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T17:54:27.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids' Book of Questions by Gregory Stock, PH.D.</title><content type='html'>[This is in my Xanga, too. It's just SO important that I decide to paste it in both blogs. SIGH. If life was paradise.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHEW i was so sore and out of it this morning, but after my HOT HOT HOT shower with an anonymous person :D, I'm a bit more hungry again.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some questions to think about. Comment if you want. From the BIG book of Questions (for Kids). MY answers are in italics :D&lt;br /&gt;These are ordered randomly, so don't think about it...that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-If you were offered $100 to kiss someone you liked in front of your school class, would you do it?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;Yes. If it was you, OF COURSE I WOULD. &lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-If you had only five minutes to think up a nickname for yourself and knew everyone would use if it for years, what would you pick? What would you pick for your best friend? Your parents?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;I think my nickname would be...God. LOL, no offense. Hmm, I can't think of anything right now.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-If you had to pick a new first name for yourself, what would you choose?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;I absolutely adore my name, because it's unique. Therefore, I wouldn't change it. EVER. Well, unless the person I'm married to has a weird last name.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Would you rather have to repeat a grade in school or gain a lot of weight?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;I would shoot for gaining weight because my ass is so puny.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-If you were to be stranded for ten years on a tiny island paradise about the size of a football field, how many people would you want with you and who would they be? Make believe you would be in no danger and would have a place to sleep as well as any food you needed. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;At first I was going to say I was going to win Survivor style because I argued with Sarina that she would die first if this ever happened, but HMM there are so many lovers. How do I pick? Well, I guess I'll need some hot guys to reproduce and have pleasure with, so guys would be first. Then all the people I hang out with and such, and all my close friends. Are parents important? Nahh. They're just going to yell amd nag. OOH but then I would want some celebrities too, so they can act for us and stuff.&lt;/I&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Pretend there are three people in a doctor's office: A one year old baby, a grandmother with a LOT of grandchildren who love her, and a teenager who works hard but just flunked out of high school. They are all seriously ill but you can save one of them.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;No comment.&lt;/I&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;-If, by magic, you had the power to pick one person and always be able to read that person's mind, who would you pick? &lt;br&gt; &lt;i&gt;I doubt anyone's going to want to read my nasty mind :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You'll be amazed to find how far one little question can lead you."&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/9178875-110108812079102164?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110108812079102164/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110108812079102164' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110108812079102164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110108812079102164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/kids-book-of-questions-by-gregory.html' title='The Kids&apos; Book of Questions by Gregory Stock, PH.D.'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110101812491962103</id><published>2004-11-20T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T22:22:04.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1564894512313648 x 10^34 TIMES</title><content type='html'>HAHAH That how many times STEVEN fell at My booboo's roller skating party :D It was AWESOME. I couldn't have expected it better. Although I didn't meet THAT many new people, I did have lots and lots of fun. We did the mambo line so many times, I got tired of all the pressure on my shoulders. HEH HEH me and Helen are trendsetters, all right. UM and I drunk I'm think again. UH OH. MUst be all those shots me and Justin had. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UHHH OOH I got my award thing, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, I felt so guilty because we were supposed to usher people in, but we just...stood there. I got free lunch, though. WHOO HOO fOOd rocks. and I got [yi bai kuai] if you can figure out how much THAT is, you have super pin yin skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My legs are sore right now, but not as sore as all those XC people. AWW Susie got in at the last minute, but she only got one round. I LOVE YOU SUSIE!! When she was running without the skates on, I was definitely "King of the World." HEHE :@ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW today was seriously NOT what I had expected, and this was, to me, a break from my stressing about HW and stuffers. Because I really don't need that stress, and I'm all laid back now. HMM, now about WINTERBALL :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, anyone willing to lend me their house for my XMas party? I mean, I can organize it all...with the games. Damn, I really wanted it at my house, but I doubt we can fit all my lovers up in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are like.. Popcorn; they satisfy you, but only for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-110101812491962103?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110101812491962103/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110101812491962103' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110101812491962103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110101812491962103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/1564894512313648-x-1034-times.html' title='1564894512313648 x 10^34 TIMES'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110092781844028718</id><published>2004-11-19T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T21:16:58.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mormons</title><content type='html'>DAMN Acadeca scrimmage/bonding trip is CANCELLED. Which means I'm available for Winterball, which I don't really want to go to, but want to, a little. HMM Marg's already my prom date, so I wonder who will be my winterball date. Maybe I shouldn't go at all. It's such a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH but prom is a definite YES because I am so looking forward to that. Me and may are going to spark it up!!! I promised to wear a neon pink dress, and I probably will. BUT um, where do you go to find a neon pink dress?  And next year Prom will ROCKERS. I must get a dress that says, "STARE AT ME." Oh, yeah, and a date to go along with that theme, too. So I;m guessing, Brad PItt? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so stressed anymore, about the homework and all. Hmm, I guess this is Junior year, huh? It's just an extension of sophmore year, but then I know more people and I have just a LITTLE bit more fun. I LOVE YOU FIFI the ASSASSIN :D I had a good talk with her at 14, 15. I was afraid she didn't love me anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH Christmas Party, oOOH before that...the Thanksgivin' "study session" but ya know what that means to me...PARTAYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting an award tomorrow for chinese school. I'm so nervous, because I'm afraid theyre going to make me say some chinese speech or something. UGH why do I have to be soo good? LOL Well, yeah. And I have to go alone. Which makes it worse because then I'll keep thinking about all the LOVERS that are on the JSA trip. OH well, must keep an open, optimistic mind. I think I'm treating myself to a GAP shop out tomorrow. I mean, I have to use the card SOMEDay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I found my Sophocles book. PHEW that means I get my new book, the one that, when you flip it, smells like blood and wood mixed together. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jig gle, v. 1. to move up and down or to and fro with short, quick jerks. HAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/9178875-110092781844028718?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110092781844028718/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110092781844028718' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110092781844028718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110092781844028718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/mormons.html' title='Mormons'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110085716372739505</id><published>2004-11-19T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T01:39:23.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The USA PATRIOT Act</title><content type='html'>Hey, that actually stands for something. &lt;br /&gt;Man, it's around 1 at night, I don't know why I'm still doing this at this hour. It's just that I just blanked out at my patriot act persuasive essay and I don't do all-nighters so this may well be the last thing I see before my head hits the desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands are cold. I hope I don't have cancer.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel myself getting more confidence everyday, today I absentmindedly knocked on these two girls watching this indian film and talked to them about having watched LAGAAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the OC [porn] tape I was supposed to give Rose last week. Oh well, winners can be choosers. Hmm, that don't sound right. But whatever. HREOI, I'm wasting time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always underestimate myself. Then I think about it and think about how lucky I am to be in the position that I am. If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't have changed ANyThing. Seriously, though. If I didn't do the things I did, I would've never gotten to this point. However, I would like to give others a chance, get to know them more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dates decreased to 1.5 All those other 3 weren't good enough for me, so I just swapped them off like flies. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY i actually understand music. {ACA DECA} &lt;br /&gt;OH! and marg was actually telling the truth, i assumed she was lying. :D sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, i have to go sleep now. forgot about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-110085716372739505?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110085716372739505/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110085716372739505' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110085716372739505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110085716372739505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/usa-patriot-act.html' title='The USA PATRIOT Act'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110075665033190523</id><published>2004-11-17T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T20:14:48.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angular Velocity</title><content type='html'>Wow I just got back from a family type reunion thing and it feels awkward EVERY time I go there because I don't go to the same school with them, don't have the same friends, yada yada yada. Man, I really wish we could get along. It's not like I'm not trying. Every time I go to one of those things, I get good memories. I remember all the times when me and my older cousins were small and used to fool around, but now we just CHILLAX and basically do nothing. HEY, at least we're not hating each other, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh Why do I always have to feel guilty when I'm liking someone. Maybe because most of the "hi-school period" was all about me keeping secrets, and then BAM! when I finally 'fess up, it's weird. So, the only person that's on my LIST is Steven LO. Everyone else: DELETED. HAHAHA what a bad way to say it. Whatever, can't wait until my XMAS party. If I'm having it, that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH NO I can't go to Karen's party. Sheesh I kinda knew this was going to happen, now I have to spend my afternoon, alone, and trying to look pretty. Alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHH I'm pretty happy, though. If the horoscope is right, and this IS a lucky day, well then, my lucky day wasn't so lucky after all. A bit luckier than most, though. I think I don't like about myself is the way I handle relationships. Not relationships RELATIONSHIP, but relationships in general. I wind up having awkward relationships with people I actually want to have good relationships with, and that pushes me off track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT now I'm back in depression mode. Shouldn't have taken all that Valium, huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH yeah, gotta go study study study for my chinese test and I got to get rolling on my argument esssay for Expos. I hope I do good, right now I don't know how well I'm doing, but it doesn't look good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. 3:45. 4.5 Dates. Shrek 2. Do I sense a bit of hotness around here? [Hahah, not 1/2 of a person!]Plus, 26th, November. Marg's Hotel. Girls Girls Girls XXX. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9178875-110075665033190523?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110075665033190523/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110075665033190523' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110075665033190523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110075665033190523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/angular-velocity.html' title='Angular Velocity'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110066539260064692</id><published>2004-11-16T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T20:17:42.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do young people like listening to noise?</title><content type='html'>SHIZZ I just realized I don't have time to tape the AMAZING RACE, because I'm taping Gilmore Girls and OTH. NOONOO This is probably a sign that I'm doomed. .do.om.ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LESSEE school sucks more. &lt;br /&gt;and I'm just realizing this NOW.&lt;br /&gt;LAdeeDA. OOH my new fancy name is Vivace. It's Latin, I think and it means lively. Yeah, yeah. The same thing my name meant before, but it's UM...more fancy. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I feel like such a nerd this year :D With ACADECA and everrthying. But being such a nerd makes me happy and I got to know FAT FRANCIS!!! He flicked me off today! BAD francis. &lt;br /&gt;Oh and I lost another book today, thats #3 out of the school books I lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY Rose told me her dirty secret. But i'm good. I won't tell no body Rose. I love you, HONEYBUNS. It's great that we're both Aries, too. That means we even have the same horoscope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Lo was very disappointing today. Sheesh, why did he have to talk about that hot girl to me today. I didn't even CONSIDER that he had the hots for HER. DAmmit. :D I'm okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH Christmas PARTY, YO! Tell me what you think. I am the ULTIMATE party planner. &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/9178875-110066539260064692?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110066539260064692/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110066539260064692' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110066539260064692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110066539260064692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/why-do-young-people-like-listening-to.html' title='Why do young people like listening to noise?'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178875.post-110058493555688127</id><published>2004-11-15T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T20:23:01.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boulevard of Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>WOW This is SO much better than Xanga..but hey, no one can beat XANGA. It's just that..it feels more individual here. My OWN website :D I concur, GOOGLE. HEY if you change some words around BLOGGER could be GOOGLE. shizz what does GOOGLE mean anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, maybe it's not so good because I'm not inspired. I'm like, typeless. Gosh, I am such a miserable fuddyduddy when Auntie Flo is over. Yes, we should so KILL her. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid PATRIOT ACT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until my Tofurkey Day Date. What should I wear?! PANT PANT PANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend: Karen's Birthday, My Award Ceremony, and JSA. It's too late to join JSA but I hear from Sarina and Kat that it's going to ROCK THEIR SOCKS OFF! Damn, I should've joined earlier. Have fun without me :( Don't come back pregnant. I REALLY want to go to Karen's party but I doubt that I can go...so I have to stay home, after receiving something gloriful [is that a word?] How fun. Hey maybe I can watch more Barbie. That was FUN FUN FUUUUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LALALALALALALA &lt;br /&gt;:-0 I just found out that FELIX from OTH was LUCAS in POWER RANGERS!!! GO GO POWER RANGERS!&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/9178875-110058493555688127?l=veelicious.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/feeds/110058493555688127/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9178875&amp;postID=110058493555688127' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110058493555688127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9178875/posts/default/110058493555688127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veelicious.blogspot.com/2004/11/boulevard-of-broken-dreams.html' title='Boulevard of Broken Dreams'/><author><name>that SEXY thang</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07895250277654037700</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
