<?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-10225882</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:00:44.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Songs about Jaim</title><subtitle type='html'>"Songs about Jaim" is my attempt to jot down any noteworthy thought, activity, adventure, or interesting anecdote of my existence. Everything I write here is a "lyric" in the 22nd verse of my life. Come sing along by my side as I sail through Ithaka.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-113626064011376693</id><published>2006-01-02T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:36.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog!</title><content type='html'>I started new blog for the new year. Click on the title "New Blog" or go here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jaimerogers23.blogspot.com"&gt;TwentyThree&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-113626064011376693?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jaimerogers23.blogspot.com' title='New Blog!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113626064011376693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=113626064011376693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113626064011376693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113626064011376693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-blog.html' title='New Blog!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-113445059753007250</id><published>2005-12-12T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:36.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a College Graduate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Woot woot!! School's...out...for...ever!!!!! and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; don't be a jerkoff and say, "what about grad school?" Just let me soak up this happiness without your pessimism. :) Anyway....so I'm done with my undergrad career, excep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;t for writing my senior p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;roject, and getting my dip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;loma. Don't worry, I'll finish it soon. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Graduation weekend was AMAZING. My family came to town Friday afternoon. My mom, step dad, little brother Philip, Aunt Cathy, Uncle Richard, Cousin Michael, Aunt Lisa, Uncle Brian and their two daughters Charisma and Serene, and my lovely Grandp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a stayed at the Apple Farm and we hung out and had some wine, and headed to dinner at Mothers. Our dinner was f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;antastic and it was a lot of fun hanging out w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ith my family again. Later that night I drove to Pismo Beach to see my dad, step mom, step sister, her husband, their daughter, and my older brother Ryan. We just visited and then Ryan and I went to Joanna's graduation party. I was feeling pretty s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ick so we didn't stay too long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/ceremony.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/ceremony.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Saturday I woke up feeling worse, so I called my family and told them I had to sleep all day. My mom went wine tasting an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/graduationfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/graduationfriends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;d my dad went ATVing. Sucks to be me. Katie came to the rescue and we went to Jamba Juice to make me feel better. Finally I started coming around so we went to the ceremony where it was a lit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;tle stressful trying to get organized and make sure everyone was there. Finally, we heard the graduation processional music and my heart started beating fast! THIS WAS IT!!!! I sat next to my dear friends Tylia, Michelle, and Shannon. It was so nice having al&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;l of my family and wonderful friends cheering me on!! Thanks Rach, Heather, and Jessica for co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ming! And THANKS Katie for being my personal assistant all weekend!! &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the ceremony we took pictures and I went to Applefarm for some champagne and snacks and presents!!!!!!!! I was so shocked at how generous and loving everyone was!!! I guess I shouldn't be shocked, but I am so spoiled, and I felt like a princess!!! I went to Pismo again to hang out with Dad for a little bit and I got more presents for my birthday this time. HOooRAY!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone met at dinner at the Custom House in Avila Beach. It was soooo nice, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/goodfriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/goodfriends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;d we had the biggest ta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/dadandleslie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/dadandleslie.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ble I've ever seen!! My favorite people came to eat, and I hardly sat down. I mingled and talked with everyone and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; took pictures with my new came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ra! I got the filet mignon and some wine. Whoooeee so dilectible!! My parents are sooo freaking nice. They made everything so special and are the most generous people I've ever met. I couldn't ask for a better family. I already miss them all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;So, where do you think we went after dinner? DT! Rachel, drunken Helya, Timo, and my brother all went to drink at Rachel's house and walked to Mission. We met up with Shannon, Tylia, and Joanna and danced like the freaks that we are. We went to the bar and I told some guy that I just graduated and he offered to get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/momfam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/momfam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; a drink, so I looked over at Helya and she goes, "Yeah! I did too!" and then Rachel came over, "oh right, I just graduated also!" So we got three jager blasters! YAY! We were only there for about an hour when it was time to go, so we walked all the way to Joanna's house, and then decided to go cuddle with RachO instead. We aren't sure what happened to Helya...dun dun dun! Rachel spooned Tim while he spooned me..it was magical. hahahahaha. My brother fell asleep with a beer in his hand in Rachel's desk chair. At 4:30am, I was sober enough to drive home, so we left, while Ryan was all mad that he left his sweatshirt at Rachel's even though he didn't...he is such a funny drunk. &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to Breakfast Buzz with my dad and step mom and brother. We said our goodbyes and I went and picked Brian up from Applefarm to take him to the airport so I got to say goodbye to Lisa and the girls. SO CUTE! The rest of the day was spent sleeping!! My favorite!!! I was still feeling sick so it was nice to just relax after a very fun and busy weekend!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I applied to NYU, Boston University, and WUSTL on Friday. I will be applying to Columbia at a later date because it costs too much to apply right now and it isn't due until January. NYU is my #1 choice because it has the most fitting program for me. I also had the opportunity to speak with the director of the program (Science and Environmental Reporting) and he was very very nice and encouraging. Only 30 people apply, and 15 get accepted. I am also applying like 5 months early, so I think I have a good chance. I got my GRE writing score back and I got a 5.5/6 which blew my mind! I think I've found my niche. Yeah I know, I can't speak for anything, but apparently I can write. Also, one of my English professors who wrote me a recommendation letter went to NYU for creative writing, and she also helped me with my application essay. It just seems like there are so many things adding up, heading towards something great!!!! Cross your fingers for me!!! &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, I'm still working at EAS, and I'll be going home for Christmas on my birthday, next Tuesday night. I'm coming back the day after Christmas to work some more, but then Rach and I are taking a road trip to SF to visit Kara and celebrate NEW YEARS! It's going to be a blast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has definitely been a rollercoaster, but I have learned sooo much!! I can't wait to see what is in store for me in 2006! &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My very first blog was back in January, whereI explained that I wanted to document the things that happened to me over my 22nd year on this earth. I can't believe it is already December again, and now I have to start from the beginning! It's a great feeling having graduated from college, and moving on with my life. Its funny how so much has changed, and some things happened that I never expected to happen, but life is good, and I am so happy!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Good luck to everyone else graduating, and moving...I will miss you all, but I'll be in SLO for a while longer, so come visit!!! &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Rach, Helya, Jess, Tim, Heather...I'm available any day after 5 and every weekend to play. Let me know when you guys don't have homework or tests...muaah ha ha ha ha :) My favorites!!!!!!!!!! THANKS FOR ALL OF YOUR LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-113445059753007250?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113445059753007250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=113445059753007250' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113445059753007250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113445059753007250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-college-graduate.html' title='I&apos;m a College Graduate!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-113271242720457911</id><published>2005-11-22T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:36.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elfin Forest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/ocean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/400/ocean.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Saturday was my first trip to the Elfin Forest in Los Osos.  It is a really cool preserved area, where a boardwalk guides you to different scenic points. Then you can adventure offroad through a miniature forest drenched with lichen and unique flowers.  This picture shows some wetlands, the tops of the Elfin trees, Morro Rock and the ocean with a beautiful, sugary sky. Tim went here on a field trip for his biology class and learned about the different plants and animals that live in this type of ecosystem.  There were all kinds of people there painting, dog walking, jogging, or just hanging out.  I definitely want to go back when there's more sunlight.  It's nice to appreciate where we live, and learn about new places! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-113271242720457911?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113271242720457911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=113271242720457911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113271242720457911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113271242720457911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/11/elfin-forest.html' title='Elfin Forest'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-113244521633667423</id><published>2005-11-19T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:36.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Graduation is in 22 days!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To do by graduation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Black theatre quiz Monday&lt;br /&gt;-Drugs and Poisons midterm Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;-mail graduation annoucenments&lt;br /&gt;-Tahoe for Thanksgiving Wed-Fri&lt;br /&gt;-web page for D&amp;P&lt;br /&gt;-two finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To do sometime in December:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Senior project write up&lt;br /&gt;-Grad school essays/finish applications&lt;br /&gt;-find a new home&lt;br /&gt;-christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I love Cal Poly....but im outta here suckas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-113244521633667423?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113244521633667423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=113244521633667423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113244521633667423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113244521633667423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/11/almost-done.html' title='Almost done!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-113151440511739219</id><published>2005-11-08T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:36.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I got hired full time at EAS starting January 1. I will get benefits and better pay. YAY! Now I can stay in SLO a little longer with all of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started applications for NYU, Boston University, Columbia University, and MIT for science journalism. I am also going to be applying to Washington University in St. Louis for chemistry. I have spoken with the directors from NYU and Columbia and they were very helpful and encouraging. There are only 15 people accepted to NYU and 6 to Columbia...so I need everyone to cross your fingers for me. :) I can't wait to start something new and exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm going to Tahoe for Thanksgiving with my grandpa to my aunts house...and my brother will be there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more good thing: my aunt and cousin from Georgia might come to my graduation. So far there's like 15 people coming!!! YAY! I ordered graduation announcements 2 weeks ago so I should be getting them soon. WOW this is a great feeling :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wishlist:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new car,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laptop,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;diamond ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha that list is almost funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/wtfjaim0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/wtfjaim0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-113151440511739219?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113151440511739219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=113151440511739219' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113151440511739219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113151440511739219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/11/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-113100052589621157</id><published>2005-11-02T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:36.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloweiner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;This weekend was kicked off with a lovely trip to the Avila Barn with Kara and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/PA270051smalled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/PA270051smalled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Rach to pick out our pumpkins. There were so many, we were overwhelmed but we finally found the perfect ones. We went to farmers market afterwards and I inhaled a huge burrito, then visited Helya at work, and met up with Joanna, Tylia, and drunken Tim with his huge octoberfest glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Friday I went with Tim to h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/unchemnerds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/unchemnerds.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;elp him pick out a Halloween Costume in AG, and we found this little kid's spiderman costume which was absolutely hilarious. It was a bit small, so he didn't wear it out but it was worth it just for shits and giggles. Sejal was in town, so we went over to Helya's and smoked some Hookah and Ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/mccsgirlies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/mccsgirlies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;mO came to be our hero and take us to Mothers, what a nice chap! Friday night was the best EVER and we danced and sang California Love. We made our way to MacCarthy's and met up with Jessica and Dr. Schoonover and friends. It was an interesting night to say the least, and Jess drove me safely home. Thank YOU! And thanks to Tim for my potato bread for breakfast...haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/sillyfaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/sillyfaces.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/wenolikepoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/wenolikepoot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Saturday was the pumpkin carving party, so I dragged myself out of bed and went to Shannon's house. I carved a beautiful creation with lots of my lovelies. I love my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we all got dressed up in our costumes and went to Rachel's to drink beforehand. Timo was an old school tennis pro, I was a bumble bee, Rachel and Kara were hookers, Heather was a sexy witch, Alissa was an Incre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/done.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dible, Ryan was a gangster skater, and his friends were cute people. We drove to Mr. Rick's in Avila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/costumes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/costumes.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; because we heard it was supposed to bepretty cool,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;but it didn't look very cool, so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;we drove back to Mothers,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;where we are rarely let&lt;/span&gt; down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;other's was pretty fun and we saw lots of funny costumes. Tim was showing off all of his sweet dance moves, and my balls kept hitting his face. At midnite, we got tired because we suck at life, and poor Timo was at the "height of his rage" and we made him leave anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sunday, Kara and Rachel tried calling us to go to breakfast at 830am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/tennispsidey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/tennispsidey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;which was NOT a good idea, so ya, we missed breakfast :) Tim and I drove all&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;over town looking for lunch, and then watched Mean Girls with Rachel and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kara...it was quaint and cozy. Later that nite, Helya, Rachel, Kara, Brie and I went to see Prime with Uma Thurman and some cute&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;guy. It was girly and made me giggle a bit, but the moral of the story: don't date younger guys, and guys, don't date girls 16 years&lt;/span&gt; older than you...it just won't work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/weirdos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/weirdos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;On Halloween, Dr. Schoonover, Jess and I prepared four pumpkins for an exp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/balls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/balls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;losion extravaganza. We had one with green smoke coming out of it, one with fire coming out of its eyes that popped two hydrogen balloons, one that didn't quite work, and the last one which exploded all over into a million pieces. YAY it was so much fun!!! At night, Tim and I watched The Exorcist which was absolutely disgusting and scary, but I had someone to protect me :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Thanks to everyone who helped make this weekend so much fun! I needed it!!! An update to my plans for school/work is coming soon..so stay tuned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-113100052589621157?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113100052589621157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=113100052589621157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113100052589621157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113100052589621157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-halloweiner.html' title='Happy Halloweiner'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-113022473582742639</id><published>2005-10-24T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:33.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduating in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;... 47 days!  Wow, that seems like a lot...I feel much better now.  YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Upcoming events&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; (all weekend)! Special pumpkin explosion halloween crazy fest 2005-Monday, 6:15.  I'm going to be a cute bumble bee :)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;House/dog sitting November 4-6. Two really cute, lovey cocker spaniels, satellite tv, hot tub, and lots of time to study for the GRE. :)&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Ryan's bday Nov 11th  (25!!) xoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Going home to help Jillian pick out her wedding dress Nov 11-13th &lt;3&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;GRE test November 17th  :(&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Thanksgiving Nov 24th...who is going to feed me??? :-/&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Black Theatre Final December 6th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Drugs and Poisons Final December 9th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;GRADUATION December 10th!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;MY 23rd Birthday December 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Arctic Winter begins December 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Christmas &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(you know the date)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;New Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Life begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/cheese_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/cheese_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideas for life in January 2006:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Stay in SLO and continue to work at EAS, granted I get a raise, and find a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Stay in SLO because I get a really cool, well paying job somewhere in the area, granted I find a home.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Stay in SLO because I love it here and get a random job like waitressing and/or stripping in order to pay rent at my new found home.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Stay in SLO, live on people's couches, mooch off their food, work at EAS for $9/hr, and call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Move somewhere else in California wherever a degree-bearing person gets a job.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Move home and work somewhere lame in Vacaville, but live rent free.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Move to New Jersey because I get lucky and Revlon hires me as an analytical chemist.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jobs I've applied for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Wildhorse Winery Chemist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Pfizer Pharmaceutical Sales Rep&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Revlon Laboratory Chemist&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Amvac Chemical Corporation&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;E &amp; J Gallo Winery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Amphastar Pharmaceuticals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Fziomed&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Local watering-hole bar dancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ideas for life starting Aug. 2006:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Grad school for science journalism/science writing&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Boston University&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Colombia University&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;NYU&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Northwestern University -Illinois&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;University of Maryland&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Johns Hopkins University-Maryland&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;University of Washington&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Grad school for criminal justice/forensics&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Grad school for Pharmacology or Toxicology&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;University of Chicago-Illinois&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Grad school for Chemistry&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Washington University-St. Louis&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Northeastern University-Boston&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;Brandeis University-Boston&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Teaching Credential&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/Image045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/Image045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY PEOPLE!! Give me some feedback please!! If you know of any companies that are chemistry/science related that may be hiring, please let me know!! If you have any information about grad school/the programs I've listed/or a cool new idea that you think I'd be great at, tell me!! If you would like me and my smallness to stay on your couch, just fill me in!! Or, just push my tush in the right direction...oh wise one. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-113022473582742639?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/113022473582742639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=113022473582742639' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113022473582742639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/113022473582742639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/10/graduating-in.html' title='Graduating in...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112952246185610451</id><published>2005-10-16T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:32.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;John Mayer- Something's Missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(has this song come up in my blog before?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/johnmayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/johnmayer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; alon&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cuz then I'd know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was down because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't find a friend around, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;To love me like they do right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I'm dizzy&lt;/span&gt; from the shopping mall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I searched for joy, but I bought it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't help the hunger pangs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;thirst &lt;/span&gt;I'd have to drown first to ever &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;satiate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something's missing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I don't know how to fix it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something's missing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't know what it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;When autumn comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It doesn't ask, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just walks in where it left you last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never know when it starts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Until there's fog inside the glass around your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;summer heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I can't be sure that this state of mind is not of my own design.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish there was an over-the-counter test, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For loneliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For loneliness like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Something's different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I don't know what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Friends, check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Money, check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;A well slept, opposite sex, check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guitar, check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Microphone, check!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Messages waiting on me, when I come home, check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;My life really doesn't suck, this is just a good representation of the lack of stability I feel from day to day. However, don't feel sorry for me, or worry, because I'm feeling better. As soon as I realized that I'm mostly overdramatizing a lot of things in my life (besides the loss of my grandma), then I knew, "ohhh, so really, life is GOOD, and I am such a lucky girl!!" Slowly, I realize that and I need to start doing things for myself, instead of for others. I am such a giver, I always try to make everyone else happy, or proud of me. Maybe I should make myself proud of me. You say, "duh", but it has taken me a long time to come to this conclusion. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Who cares if I don't make a ton of money, especially right out of college?&lt;/span&gt; As long as I am happy where I live, who I'm around, and where I work- that's more important than money. And I have a lot of friends who are offering their couches. They even said they'll PAY ME to stay in SLO! jk..I'm a dreamer. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Who cares if I don't know for sure what I want to be when I grow up?&lt;/span&gt; It will come to me with experience and time, and trying different things because, hey, I CAN change my mind. My parents are going to be more proud of me once they know I am happy with myself. Yeah, they want me to live a good life, but with a degree, and these good looks, I'll be fine! ;) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Who cares if I don't write my paper, or study for a midterm, or even finish my senior project?!&lt;/span&gt; HA! Just kidding, gotta do those things. But I realized today that sometimes school work calms me. I was telling a friend of mine that when I'm writing a paper, or working on a project, everything else in the world disapears and I feel good about myself. Just relax, I'll get everything done, I always do...and with pizazz and greatness!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Who cares if I don't have a "boyfriend?"&lt;/span&gt; At least I have someone around EVERY DAY who makes me feel special, taken care of, and happy. Sometimes you have to be patient with people you care about because everyone has gone through different life experiences that makes them who they are...but it doesn't mean they don't care about you, or want to be with you. Having a dramatic, complicated, bad relationship with a silly title is worse than having a really good friend who opens his arms to you, listens to you, and wants to spend his time with you. I need to just let it go. Life is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I know a girl, she puts the color inside of my world"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;(I like to think I am that girl.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/grouphug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/grouphug.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112952246185610451?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112952246185610451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112952246185610451' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112952246185610451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112952246185610451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/10/somethings-missing.html' title='Something&apos;s Missing'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112848289745293494</id><published>2005-10-04T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:32.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/gmahearstcastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/gmahearstcastle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;My grandma, "Ladonna", passed away late Saturday night. She was fighting cancer for a couple of years, but no longer has to suffer. She died peacefully in her sleep, after a few rough months, staying in bed all day in her home in Lake Havasu, Arizona. I am grateful that she was able to be at home in her own bed and didn't have to experience a lot of pain and grief, but I will miss her terribly; she was my closest grandma. Last year my family asked her where she would like to go on vacation if she could go anywhere, and she picked San Luis Obispo to visit me. So, they came to visit last September right before school started and we had a great time at Hearst Castle, farmers market, and Apple Farm. I am sad for my grandpa because his first wife died of cancer right when I was born 23 years ago, and now he has to go through this again. I can't even imagine what he must be feeling. I haven't had to experience this sort of loss in my life yet, so it's hard to know how to react or how to f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/hearstcastle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/hearstcastle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;eel. I've tried not thinking about it, but I'm flying there Friday morning to be with my family and rembering her wonderful life. I was driving to Monterey on highway 1 on Sunday after I heard the news, and it was the most beautiful day and the most spectacular, breathtaking views that I just knew that all of the gods and all of the angels above were celebrating a beautiful person, and welcoming her to a peaceful, happy place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I could open my mouth wide enough for a marching band to march out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They would make your name sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And bend through alleys and bounce off of the buildings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112848289745293494?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112848289745293494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112848289745293494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112848289745293494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112848289745293494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/10/beautiful-life.html' title='A Beautiful Life'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112804577518011065</id><published>2005-09-29T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:32.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 YOU.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I just need to embrace the happy things in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/P001988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/P001988.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy and striking a pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;- Days when I don't have to put on make-up&lt;br /&gt;- Cuddling up in the "nook"&lt;br /&gt;- Eating cookie dough straight out of the package&lt;br /&gt;- Talking to my brother on the phone&lt;br /&gt;- Watching Sex and the City and coming across a new episode&lt;br /&gt;- Hearing encouraging things from people you look up to&lt;br /&gt;- Walking around campus listening to my ipod&lt;br /&gt;- New favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;- Going grocery shopping&lt;br /&gt;- Reading my friends' blogs as well as their away messages&lt;br /&gt;- Eating barbequed steak&lt;br /&gt;- Spontaneously driving somewhere, anywhere&lt;br /&gt;- Doing nice things for people to make them smile&lt;br /&gt;- Taking bubble baths&lt;br /&gt;- Having my hair and face touched and touching  cheeks&lt;br /&gt;- Seeing my favorite people's faces show up on my camera phone when they call&lt;br /&gt;- Hearing my mom say she is proud of me&lt;br /&gt;- Getting text messages&lt;br /&gt;- Guys who dress really quaint&lt;br /&gt;- Online conversations with RachO about riduculous, and usually dirty things&lt;br /&gt;- Saying cute people's names with an "O" at the end&lt;br /&gt;- "Your Mom" jokes&lt;br /&gt;- Listening to people get excited about things in their life and watching their expressions&lt;br /&gt;- Dancing and singing as loud as I can&lt;br /&gt;- Wearing the same flip flops so long that they conform to my feet&lt;br /&gt;-Tap dancing. Shuffle step flap hop stomp toe heel toe heel tippity TAP!&lt;br /&gt;- Realizing I can do anything I want with my life, because hey I'm only 22 and I'm about to get a degree in Chemistry, and it's all mine, and maybe I am smart afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This is LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I roll the window down, and then begin to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The darkest country road, with a strong scent of evergreen,&lt;br /&gt;from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.&lt;br /&gt;Then looking upwards, I strain my eyes and try&lt;br /&gt;to tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites&lt;br /&gt;from the passenger seat as you are driving me home.&lt;br /&gt;"Do they collide?" I ask and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you smile&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And my feet on the dash, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the world doesn't matter&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When you feel embarrassed, I'll be your pride.&lt;br /&gt;When you need direction, I'll be the guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;For all time&lt;/span&gt;. For all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112804577518011065?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112804577518011065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112804577518011065' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112804577518011065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112804577518011065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-3-you.html' title='I &lt;3 YOU.'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112735527304914032</id><published>2005-09-21T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:32.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Death Cab For Cutie - "Marching Bands of Manhattan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/AAAUQEV02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/AAAUQEV01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; I wish we c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;ould open our eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To see in all directions at the same time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh what a beautiful view &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you were never aware of what was around you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it is true what you said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I live like a hermit in my own head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But when the sun shines again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just like a fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ucet that leaks and there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; comfort in the sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But while you debate half empty or half full &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It slowly rises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, your love is gonna drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112735527304914032?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112735527304914032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112735527304914032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112735527304914032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112735527304914032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/09/wake-up.html' title='Wake Up'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112719650336560751</id><published>2005-09-19T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:32.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Today was the first day of my last quarter at Cal Poly. It also means that summer is officially over. Unfortunately, it's time to start doing homework, reading, and studying again. Uggh.  Kinda depressing.  I celebrated the last weekend of summer by sleeping a lot, and spending too much money. My first day of school was pretty uneventful besides the parking fiasco.  I went to school an hour early so that I could buy my parking permit. I went to the admin building but there was a line 50 miles long, so I decided to get a daily permit. I didn't have any cash so I went to the atm and back to a dispenser only to find that it doesn't take 20's. So I had to drive all the way back to the front of campus and purchase my pass at the front info booth.  I finally managed to find a parking spot way back in the fields and it was only 9:30!! Other than that exciting story, I had a class for an hour, ate lunch with Rachel, got an epermit for senior project, chatted with Dr. Schoonover for a bit, hung out with Heather on Dexter and went home for a relaxing day.  Joanna and I went to costco for free samples but they were already cleaned up :(  Well, my life is now boring and studious, so hopefully something interesting will happen soon so I can BLOG it.  Time to start reading 6 plays. Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I miss summer already.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my roomies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112719650336560751?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112719650336560751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112719650336560751' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112719650336560751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112719650336560751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/09/goodbye-summer.html' title='Goodbye Summer'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112675276514183928</id><published>2005-09-14T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:32.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovely on the inside</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/60589W.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/60589W.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;All I can think about is how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;lovely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;my life is right now. I am all moved in to my new house on Oceanaire, and my room is so cozy, and my new roommate Chris is awesome. It's starting to cool off a little bit which is kind of nice because it makes me feel like snuggling under the covers with the T to watch movies or the OC. :) Work has been busy but on the positive side, I haven't had to wake up early for two weeks until yesterday. In fact, today I slept in until 1pm which was, yes, QUITE LOVELY! I really enjoy sleeping and I think its annoying when people say I'm wasting my day when I sleep that late because I was up until 4am. I waste not. Maybe you are just wasting your nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/4girlies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/4girlies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;weekend Rachel, Helya, Brie and I went downtown to our home, and Helya's new roomie Liz gave us a ride! Cheers to Liz for being so nice! It's weird having to meet up at one place since none of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; us live together at all. It's sad going to Helya's quaint house and knocking instead of just walking in. BUT change is good, and now I get to be a guest at Helya's house which means she will give me candy and ice cream and canteloupe. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Last night I took Rachel out to Novo as a token of my appreciation for helping me move most of my furniture across town. We had a great dinner and acted pretty much retarded the entire night. I couldn't speak like a normal human being, as usual, because I was so nervous about this date (haha), and then we held hands and gazed at the moonlight glistening on the water. Then we acted like we had never eaten dessert before and we stared wide-eyed at the dessert tray, wanting one of each. All of a sudden, my idiotic self managed to toss my cell phone through the balcony posts and watched as it fell two stories onto a bed of rocks next to the creek. I probably yelled, "holy shit" really loud as I ran down to get my phone and to my dismay it was wet and wouldn't turn on. I felt lost for a few hours, but today my phone has magically repaired itself and it is working completely fine and only has minor scratches. Life is wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Other exciting things: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ Jessica's Bday bash at Mcarthys last nite - a night of good drinks mixed with some enthralling conversation. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ School starts Monday and my schedule is looking pretty good. I have 11 units: Drugs and Poisons, Black Theatre, Undergrad Seminar, and the completion of my senior project. On top of this, I'll be working at EAS 19 hours a week. I'll be taking the GRE sometime in October and November, and applying for Grad schools by December. Oh, and I'll be looking for a "career". BUT never fear, this craziness won't stress me out because I got a really cool new backpack. Now all I need is some back-to-school shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ TimO makes me smile almost as much as chocolate oblivion with a side of new jeans does. What? Shh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I got a new Coldplay song called "Proof" that is absolutely beautiful--thanks Lauren.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;So I waited for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;What wouldn't I do&lt;br /&gt;And I'm covered it's true&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm covered in you&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever want proof&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I find it in you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I honestly do&lt;br /&gt;In you I find proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Light and dark&lt;br /&gt;Bright Spark&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Light and dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; And then&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112675276514183928?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.style.com/promo/sjp/' title='Lovely on the inside'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112675276514183928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112675276514183928' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112675276514183928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112675276514183928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/09/lovely-on-inside.html' title='Lovely on the inside'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112555113606546424</id><published>2005-08-31T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:32.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Toca la guitarra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/hotel1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/hotel1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;So far Cabo was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;e highlight of the summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;It was both my mom and stepdad's fir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;st ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;me out of the US, and our very first family vacation. I flew from San Luis Obispo to Sacram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ento and the next day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; we flew t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;o Cabo from SFO. We took a shuttle to our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;hotel and our driver pointed out interesting places like Sammy Hagar's house, the rock that looks like Jay Leno, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Santa Maria beach where Heather is getting married, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;and good restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;s to check out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/dinner2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/dinner2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Our hotel was called Villa del Palmar and was aesthetically pleasing, but the service was HORRIBLE. Every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;thing that we were told or that we read in the hotel books were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; different from day to day. There were so many little kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;, and the beach area was not very accomo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/theoffice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/theoffice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ating. My au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;nt Cathy and cousin Michael were staying at Club Cascadas, which was one hotel down from ours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;. That night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ate dinner at The Office which was this really entertaining outside restaurant right on the beach. They had dancers on stage, and brought guys up to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; do a dance-off for a bottle of tequilla. I had a wonderful margarita and delicious fajitas. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;The next day we walked over to Cathy's to relax on the beach all day. Her hotel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;has cute little cabanas wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/beachinit1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/beachinit1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ere waiters deliver frozen drinks and appetizers right to you. We all played in the ocean which was surprisingly rough and had a very strong undertow. Michael,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; Philip, Phil and I all w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; jetskiing for a while which was really fun going fast over the waves and d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;riving around exploring the ocean. We had dinne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;r at our hotel which sucked because the food wasn't that great, and it took the server forever to bring us anything. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Pretty much every day we layed in the sun and in the shade in front of Cathy's hotel, switching off from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;the pool to the ocean. Rough life, I know. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;There were a million vendors walking the beach every day and we'd be as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ed to buy hats, sunglasses, jewelery, clothes, ceramics, pretty much anything you can think of. I don't think I've said "no thanks" so many times in my life. I did buy a new cowboy hat for $7 an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;d my mom and aunt got sarongs. No matter what the item, ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ything was "almost free" and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;arted out at $15. ;) I don't know how those vendors walked up and down the beach all day because it was about 100 degrees with 100% humidity. I was sweating the second I walked outside in just a bikini. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/family1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/family1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/cousins.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;My favorite night at Cabo we went to eat at this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;place called Da Georgio's Ristorante. It's an italian place set hi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;gh up on a cliff overlooking the ocean and all of Cabo. We go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;t there right before sunset and took pictures. It was the most beautiful restaurant I've ever been to and the outside dining was breathtaking. The food was also incredible! I got fettucini (sp? grr I tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; spelling it 5 times, I suck) with shrimp and some red wine. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;We also ventured into town one evening to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/cabowabo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/cabowabo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/drunkies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/drunkies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;dinner at Cabo Wabo. It was re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ally go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;od and I got to watch my parents take a shot of tequilla! All of t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;he girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;walked around town for awhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;le while the guys took a taxi home. I found a really cute br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;acele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;t i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;n a silver shop, and my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; aunt negotiated the price down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; off! Woot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; woot! There were little stands everywhere selling a bunch of junk, but it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;really fun walking around and see what life is like in Cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/cabo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/cabo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Another da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; my m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;m, Mich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ael, Philip and I took a glass bottom boat ride out t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/loversbeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/loversbeach.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; the famous Arch. Our tour g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;uide showed us different rocks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;that rese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;mbled things like a pigs head and scoobi doo. Of course we saw the beauti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ful natural arch, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;and some caves. We also saw "Lover's Beach" and went over to the Pacific side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; of the ocean. Through the bottom of the boat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/window.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/window.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;we could see ton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; of beautiful fish!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, and our last day in Cabo, the boys were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; supposed to g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;o fishing all day. They chartered a boat at 6am, and when the morning came, we were surprised w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ith a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; hurricane!!! The palm trees were blowing sooo hard, and it was pouring rain with lightning and thunder!! They took a taxi to the mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/dorthyandmer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/dorthyandmer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;ina to ask the guy what to do anyway, and of course no boats were g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;oing out. The waves were enormous all day long which was pretty cool to watch. All of the beache&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;s were closed because the water came all the way up to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;hotel restuarants. I didn't mind though because I got a 30 minute massage...my very first..and I was in heaven!!! I also got to eat the best breakfast burrito ever and take a nap and relax. When it cleared up, my aunt, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Dorothy and I went to the mall for more shopping, and then dinner again at Club Cascadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;I love vacations and I love my family so it was an awesome time. I can't wait to go back in June for Heather's wedding. Now, it's back to reality. I'm all moved into my new place, and my last quarter of school starts in&lt;/span&gt; 20 days. Summer is fading away... :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When autumn comes, it doesn't ask, it just walks in where it left you last. You never know when it starts until there's fog inside the glass around your summer heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112555113606546424?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112555113606546424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112555113606546424' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112555113606546424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112555113606546424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/cabo.html' title='Cabo'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112554218601178151</id><published>2005-08-31T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:32.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridesmaid Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know a girl, she puts the color inside of my world"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;u all m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ay know, my best friend Heather is getting married next June in Cabo to Ryan Mohr (from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/dtsb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/dtsb1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;uir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hall). She asked me to be her maid of honor, and Alissa Gordon and Heather's Sac State friend L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;indsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; are the other bridesmaids. A few weeks ag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o we planned a trip to Santa Barbara to shop for bridesmaid dresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Heather made us a HUGE breakfast fe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ast before we left Saturday morning. What a great host and cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/sbbeach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/sbbeach1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;! :) We headed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;State St. to try searching for dresses which ended up not bei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ng as easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; as we'd hoped. We went to many many stores but became exhausted and discouraged. We were looking for pinkish or orangish color which was hard to find, and the bridal store had dresses that looked like they bel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/fountainsb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/fountainsb4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;onged in a trashy 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;0'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;s movie. We decided to head to the beach and relax a bit so we took a cute trolley to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;pier and sat on the beach and chatted. And I got to see Helya with Jon and his mom walking around!! Yay! Heather and I acted like we were at Disneyland on the trolley rid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;e back to the car because we are entertained sooo easily..haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ha! Back at the car, we all got nakey and changed into cute dresses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/heatheralissa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/heatheralissa3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;for a nice dinner at Palazzios. We all ordered grown up drinks, and celebrated our lovely bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; to be. Congrats my dear, I love you and like you say, "my heart has so much love and joy" haha muah!!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Back at Heather's we baked some brownies that turned out like paper brownies but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; tasted like heaven, packed up some cheesecake and champagne and went to Sycamore Hot Springs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/sbtrolley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/sbtrolley.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; It was sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; nice and we played ten fingers and I lost. HA. I am definitely the "bad" one in the group. I'm happy to entertain. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;After the hotsprings we went back to Heather's house and fell asleep to the great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;est movie ever, The Sweetest Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Whats that? No, really...w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;hat is that? Hi! Hello!" HAHA I lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ve that movie, I want to watch it tonight. So many great lines &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;and now I'm rambling...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;love Heather and I'm so ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ppy for her. I c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;an't wait for more wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/brideandMoH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/brideandMoH.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;ng events and fun times with the girls and my silly friend He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;atherbug. You put the happy in my ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112554218601178151?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112554218601178151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112554218601178151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112554218601178151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112554218601178151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/bridesmaid-party.html' title='Bridesmaid Party'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112542253372679025</id><published>2005-08-30T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New House</title><content type='html'>My new roomie hooked up my internet in my new house while I was gone last night. YAY. How nice! Now I can be happy. My mom is coming today to help me clean up my room and take me grocery shopping! What a great day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112542253372679025?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112542253372679025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112542253372679025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112542253372679025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112542253372679025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-house.html' title='New House'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112518321908388565</id><published>2005-08-27T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/Picture%20001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I. Hate. Moving. And I have too many clothes and shoes that I'm disgusted in myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad so shush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112518321908388565?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112518321908388565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112518321908388565' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112518321908388565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112518321908388565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112494924877950231</id><published>2005-08-24T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in SLO...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;...and nothing is the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Cabo was awesome, but its sooo nice to be back HOME. Every time I leave town, I come back loving this place more and more. Nothing else compares.  However, I came back with one less roommate. Joanna moved out today. :( I started packing to move the second I got here.  IT'S SO SAD. This is just the beginning of everything changing...ugh...it's going to be a rough quarter. Last quarter at Cal Poly, new house, new roomates, no Helya, GRE test, apply for jobs and figure out where I'm going to live after graduation, apply to grad schools, Grandma VERY sick, Ryan moves back to Reno FINALLY. Phew. I don't want it to start....I want summer forever... I'm sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Hmph. I'm tired and packing SUCKS. AND I don't want to go to work tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Blogs of Heather's bridesmaid outing in Santa Barbara, and of course my trip to Cabo coming soon...probably after the move this weekend. Just for JV.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112494924877950231?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112494924877950231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112494924877950231' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112494924877950231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112494924877950231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/back-in-slo.html' title='Back in SLO...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112434144970390521</id><published>2005-08-17T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend x 2</title><content type='html'>I'm in Vacaville tonite before leaving for Cabo tomorrow morning...and my best friend Jillian who I've known since 3rd grade, came over. Apparently she just got engaged in Cabo two weeks ago!!! She asked me to be her maid of honor, so now I am maid of honor x 2..one wedding in June and one in July 2006. Weeeee going to be a busy year!! Congrats Jillian!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112434144970390521?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112434144970390521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112434144970390521' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112434144970390521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112434144970390521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/best-friend-x-2.html' title='Best Friend x 2'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112422000390469970</id><published>2005-08-16T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.668-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/jlr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/jlr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Flying home to Sacramento tomorrow, and leaving for Cabo Thursday!! I'll be without a computer for a whole week...(sniff, sniff) but honestly I don't really care because I'll be on a warm beach sipping on some pina coladas. Suckas!! Lots to blog when I get back...don't miss me too much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Helya, happy Birthday on Sunday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"Too much of a good thing is wonderful"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112422000390469970?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112422000390469970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112422000390469970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112422000390469970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112422000390469970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/miss-me.html' title='Miss me?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112390567975044240</id><published>2005-08-12T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your Mom!"</title><content type='html'>10 reasons why my mom is so damn great (in random order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) She is small, cute, and quaint.&lt;br /&gt;2) She deals blackjack so that I can go to college.&lt;br /&gt;3) She sends me packages in the mail with new clothes, shoes, food, money.&lt;br /&gt;4) She is taking me to Cabo next week.&lt;br /&gt;5) She calls me everyday to tell me she loves me.&lt;br /&gt;6) She goes on Instant Messenger to say hi because she knows how much of a dork I am.&lt;br /&gt;7) She talks about music with me, and loves all the same songs I do.&lt;br /&gt;8) She makes killer margaritas.&lt;br /&gt;9) She is good at decorating and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;10) She would drive 5 hours just to pick me up if she had to...and she has before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, call your mom and tell her you love her.  I'm gonna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My brother is dating a mom. Hahahahaha. YAY?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112390567975044240?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112390567975044240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112390567975044240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112390567975044240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112390567975044240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/your-mom.html' title='&quot;Your Mom!&quot;'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112355840163963581</id><published>2005-08-08T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Diego - The Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/sancd_home_rightimage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/sancd_home_rightimage1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls only/Rachel's bday/visit Tylia/road trip began on Friday morning at 10am. Michelle drove Helya, Sejal, and me and we headed out for San Diego! After 8 hours of traffic, heat, horrible singing, and many freeways, we finally made it to the Courtyard Marriott Downtown. We were meeting Rachel and Tylia for dinner at 7, so we rushed to Ralphs for our drinking supplies and got dressed to go out. The birthday girl arrived, and Tylia called, asking what tower we were in. Now, as you can see by the picture, there is only one building, so we realized Tylia was at the wrong Marriott! Helya and I got in the car and weaved in and out of downtown traffic and one way streets, finally seeing the other hotel. We called Tylia, telling her we were close, when she tells us that she took a petty-cab to our hotel already! So, we start driving back to 6th street, and Tylia calls again, "I'm lost! I just went to room 1108 and a man in a towel answered and invited me in!" Apparently there are three Marriotts downtown, so we went to pick up Tylia at Marriott Gaslamp, and finally made it back to our real hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture 6 girls in one room all trying to get pretty at the same time. What a mess! But we managed, and started walking around looking for somewhere to celebrate Rachel's bday dinner. Eventually,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/fancy%20italian%20dinner%20for%20Rachel%27s%20b-day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/fancy%20italian%20dinner%20for%20Rachel%27s%20b-day2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we ended up at Asti Ristorante, a quaint, fancy Italian and seafood restaurant, that pretty much looked like the million other restaurants in the Gaslamp District. Dinner was probably the highlight of my weekend. I got a pasta with filet mignon on top, and it was INCREDIBLE. I sat there inhaling my food, with a look of pure ecstasy and joy, while everyone else laughed at me like I was insane. I was in heaven. If you want to describe to someone what an orgasm is like, have them eat what I did, and they'd totally understand. Unfortunately, dinner had to come to an end, so after stealing 100 mints, and boxing our food for the homeless, we went back to the hotel, ready to party. "Hey, anyone want some matches?....I do!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking shots of vodka 10 minutes after a huge meal isn't always a good idea,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/shot%20time2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/shot%20time1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but I did my best. We planned on going to the club "On Broadway" which happened to be across the street from our hotel. Tylia got us in VIP which was half off the cover. Woot woot. We walked around OB for a while, but it was pretty empty. Searching for the exit so that we could maybe get drinks elsewhere, we found 5 other rooms, all themed and with different music genres. It ended up being a really cool place, and we spent most of our time upstairs in the techno area. Helya and I watched everyone get hammered, and Rachel got a few bday shots, while Sejal, Tylia, and Michelle flirted with some men. I was so full of food and apple flavored vodka that I couldn't even imagine having a buttery nipple shot. Helya eventually took Sejal back to the hotel, and Tylia and Miche&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/p8050245smalled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/p8050245smalled1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lle danced and hung out with some new friends. I was not really into the scene at OB anymore (especially staying pretty sober), so Rach and I decided to walk outside and see what else was going on. There were tons of people everywhere, wandering around Gaslamp District, from bar to bar. We were walking along when one of the petty-cabbers asked if we wanted a ride. I said no, and we continued to walk. I looked behind me and the petty cab guy was still watching us, and I&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/p8050257smalled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/p8050257smalled1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; realized he was really quaint! So, we ran back to his cart and jumped on! He asked us where to go, and we said "we have no idea!" so he took us on a 15 minute tour of the area and we felt like we were on a rollercoaster! The adorable biker guy dropped us off at an Irish Pub, where we did NOT fit in, so we walked back to the hotel. My drunken birthday girl took off her shoes, and walked along with a huge smile, saying, "I am SO happy right now! I love San Diego!" And I love RachO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning came way too quickly. We had to check out at noon, but we also needed more than one car, so Tylia and I drove to Poway to pick up her car. Two hours later we were finally back downtown to pick up our lovely, patient friends who were waiting at Borders. Tylia almost died when she turned onto incoming traffic down a one-way street. Ha! That girl always keeps us on our toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/p8060261smalled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/p8060261smalled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We headed to Coronado Island for the day. It was soo beautiful with lots to see and do. We looked around the hotel, had mini-moos, and relaxed on the warm beach. The weather was perfect, and the scenery was even sweeter. As we were taking pictures, two Taiwanese guys came up to us with big smiles, holding up their cameras and said "Hi! We from Taiwan! Picture?" So one at a time, they would pose in front of&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/p8060263smalled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/p8060263smalled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; us, while the other snapped a shot with a silly grin, and then switched places. We wanted a picture of this with our own cameras, so one of the guys took a picture, and then he wanted to be in it too, he even said, "no fair!", so of course we had to take two :) A little later, I was talking to Rachel and all of a sudden she's looking over at some guysand goes "Oh My!" Tylia was brave and went over to them, asking if they could take our picture. They eagerly agreed, and we all chatted for a while. They were two Texas football players named Robin and Donny-very suiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/p8060280smalled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/p8060280smalled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to head back to Poway because Tylia's mom was making us dinner. We all got a tour of her beautiful house and cleaned up, and even her showers had those removable shower heads! I am excited way too easily, but I've never had one before, so it was cool, alright?? Tylia's mom made us really good pasta with chicken, a salad, and lots of yummy fruit!! It was such a good dinner, I had to restrain myself from going back for seconds. For dessert, we had homemade brownies that were AMAZING. They tasted like fudge, and pretty much made my night. I heart good food. We took shots in Tylia's room, hiding from her mom, and Helya said it was like being in high school. (People took shots in high school??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tylia and Michelle offered to drive us to Pacific Beach (or PB if you wanna &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/p8060297smalled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/p8060297smalled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sound cool), but first we stopped off to say hi to the Texans at some fancy apartment complex. All I could think about was having to pee. So, I did...in the planter. :) We had some drinks with the hot guys, and finally went to PB. After struggling to find parking, and a little bit of drama which we are all going to forget about, we made it to the bars. However, at Typhoon Saloon, Helya was at the front of the line, and was told she would not be served. Apparently, she was too drunk to be let inside, which was LAME, because she seemed completely fine. So, we went to Moondoggies and it was full. Then to the next bar, which was also full. We should have expected that since it was already midnight, but we were still ANGRY. PB can kiss my ass. We ended up at "Bub's" which w&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/p8060299smalled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/p8060299smalled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as this dirty dive bar that smelled and was basically not fun. But, nevertheless, I had a blast all night, just wandering &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/ezj1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/ezj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;around being drunk. I am entertained very easily and it doesn't take much to make me happy. After Helya, Sejal, and the boys got kicked out of Bub's, we went to get mexican food. RachO and I entertained ourselves with the EZ-J sign, while Helya and Sejal went to smoke Hookah at Sinbads. It was the end of the night, which was dramatic, interesting, and a little worrysome. Remember kids: DD's rock, leaving your friends is a bad idea, EZ-J is hot, alcohol takes your money, conscience, and ability to speak in an inside voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning we woke up a half hour after we were supposed to leave. Tylia's mom made french toast and we were soon on the road back to SLO. We took 6 freeways, but made it back in good time. 6 girls were all back where they started, only 57 times more exhausted. I wanted to jot down somethings to remember for future reference:&lt;br /&gt;-girls can be dramatic, so just expect it.&lt;br /&gt;-2 cars in san diego frustrating trying to get around and park.&lt;br /&gt;-leave really early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;-smile and just enjoy the time you have with your closest friends because it will all change soon.&lt;br /&gt;-If you're going to go to On Broadway, make sure you dress really slutty and maybe even get a tattoo that looks like plants growing out of your ass. And never go into a bathroom stall with another girl, unless you want a bitchy security lady to take you outside and glare at you, assuming you were snorting coke in there together, even though you've never even seen coke and you just wanted to chat while you pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/p8060274smalled1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/p8060274smalled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To everyone who came with me on this trip, thank you so much for making my life a little more fun :) I love you all very much, and it means a lot to be able to spend time with my favorites before everyone starts graduating and leaving. To those who couldn't make it, we missed you very much, and hopefully there will be another opportunity to have an adventure together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/kissy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/kissy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helya &lt;/span&gt;I love you my wonder twin! Thank you for being sober with me on Friday night, and having the same thoughts as me. It helps knowing someone thinks the way I do. You're my forever dance partner and caretaker! Muah&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/p8050249smalled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/p8050249smalled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Mi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;chell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;First of all, thanks so much for driving and dealing with the traffic. I liked driving your car too :) Good work getting kissed by a MAN because of your juicy, luscious lips! I am so glad you got the pasta with filet mignon like I did because only you know exactly what I'm talkin bout! YUM? YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/p8050242smalled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/p8050242smalled.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;el &lt;/span&gt;I hope your birthday was everything you dreamed of! Ok, ok, I know you can dream of something better like hot guys drooling over your every move, and making you say OMC! But, it was pretty darn fun, huh!? Thanks for always making me laugh, laughing at my stupid jokes, and boosting my ego by complimenting my exquisite miniatures. And Rach, your hair is gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/P8060302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/P8060302.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejal &lt;/span&gt;I'm so glad you came along! You are hilarious and so full of life! I love it! You definitely kept us having a good time, and were so easy to get along with. You showed us all how to go all out. Thanks for teaching me about Hookah :) We need more Sejal around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/jaim%20rach%20and%20tylia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/jaim%20rach%20and%20tylia1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tyli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for having us at your house and giving us a tour of San Diego! (Even though you couldn't find your way around downtown if it were life and death!) You are the cutest girl ever, and I am so happy to be your friend, you always put a smile on my face. I will never forget you at OB, "Let's go dance! I just want to dance!" You crazy girl. Let's get an apartment in San Diego next year ok? No, really. I'm serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;Blog THIS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112355840163963581?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112355840163963581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112355840163963581' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112355840163963581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112355840163963581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/san-diego-novel.html' title='San Diego - The Novel'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112314142791689004</id><published>2005-08-04T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;New hair!! Compliments of my new phone!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/menew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/menew.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;HAHA I like how you can see my work :) Yes, people, that's me working hard at EAS.&lt;br /&gt;Woot Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://myspace-549.vo.llnwd.net/00178/94/53/178273549_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://myspace-549.vo.llnwd.net/00178/94/53/178273549_l.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;AND I love when my friends get their hair dyed and it looks all exotic and HOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"Change your hair, change your life"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112314142791689004?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112314142791689004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112314142791689004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112314142791689004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112314142791689004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-heart-technology.html' title='I Heart Technology'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112311560238636756</id><published>2005-08-03T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://n00097.myspace.com/00097/71/93/97453917_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://n00097.myspace.com/00097/71/93/97453917_l.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My ex-boyfriend of 5 years got married on Saturday. Weird. I don't know what to think, but I just hope he has a long and happy marriage, because he DOES deserve it. But it still feels funny knowing that someone who knew everything about me, and who I spent almost 23% of my life with is now married. I am glad its not to me, but who wants to find out that your first love has replaced his feelings for you because he found someone who suits him better. Who is be&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/spagfac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/spagfac.jpg" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tter than me? Ha just kidding. Anyway, congrats to Adam, and congrats to me for not being married yet. Oh, and rumor has it that his mom reads my blogs. Hi Betty. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, since I just saw Maroon 5, big thanks for providing Adam with these lovely song lyrics to portray his feelings about me 2 years ago....I probably deserved it:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This double vision I was seeing is finally clear&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;font style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not fit to fuckin' tread the ground that I'm walking on&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ouch! Isn't love wonderful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you on a happier note from my favorite Maroon 5 song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;That may be all I need&lt;br /&gt;In darkness she is all I see&lt;br /&gt;Come and rest your bones with me&lt;br /&gt;Driving slow on Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;And I never want to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers trace your every outline&lt;br /&gt;Paint a picture with my hands&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm&lt;br /&gt;Change the weather still together when it ends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112311560238636756?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112311560238636756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112311560238636756' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112311560238636756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112311560238636756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112302803899421224</id><published>2005-08-02T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SJP Finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/carriepic21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/carriepic2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;This is what my new hair color looks like. SJP anyone? Yes, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112302803899421224?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112302803899421224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112302803899421224' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112302803899421224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112302803899421224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/08/sjp-finally.html' title='SJP Finally'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112285808469227502</id><published>2005-07-31T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed of Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Weekends go by too quickly!! I don't really have much to write about, but after all the talk about reading each other blogs, I figured I should give you all something to read, even if its boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I worked Friday night until 10 and then went home for the usual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;vodka, Helya and Joanna waiting for me. We found a free ride after Helya yelled at the taxi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; driver, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; went to Mothers. After a bit, we decided to go to Blacksheep for a drink. I as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ked the bart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/pussykisses1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/200/pussykisses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; I could get a free Pussy Kiss (the drink, you sickos.. 5 of them--&gt;) beca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; I ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;t the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;so often, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;and he said "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;how about half off?" YAY! Making friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;with the bartender is alwa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ys good :) Afte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;r th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;at, I don't r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;emember much, but Helya had to put me in m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;y pj's and take my phone away, and so ya, Saturday morning/afternoon sucked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Joanna and I went to Shell Beach Saturday for some more eyecandy and to cure my hangover. It was BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; outside, and the water looked so inviting. Jo frollicked while I laid on the beach in my new swimsuit with my ipod,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; watching all the drunk people making fools of themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Last nite, Tim and I went to the midstate fair and wandered around, had a YUMMY strawberry daquiri in a really cool flashing light cup, and listened to Journey. Thanks Tim, it was a lovely night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Today I slept in and went to Firestones with some guy. ;) Blah blah blah. . . was this post worth reading? Don't worry, I'll be gone every weekend in August doing really fun things, so I'll have lots to write about. Vacation time is finally starting, phew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;GREAT song: Journey- Don't Stop Believing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Just a small town girl, livin' in a lonely world&lt;br /&gt;She took the midnight train goin' anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit&lt;br /&gt;He took the midnight train goin' anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A singer in a smokey room&lt;br /&gt;A smell of wine and cheap perfume&lt;br /&gt;For a smile they can share the night&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard&lt;br /&gt;Their shadows searching in the night&lt;br /&gt;Streetlights, people, living just to find emotion&lt;br /&gt;Hiding, somewhere in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Working hard to get my fill,&lt;br /&gt;everybody wants a thrill&lt;br /&gt;Payin' anything to roll the dice,&lt;br /&gt;just one more time&lt;br /&gt;Some will win, some will lose&lt;br /&gt;Some were born to sing the blues&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the movie never ends&lt;br /&gt;It goes on and on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't stop believin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hold on to the feelin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Streetlight people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112285808469227502?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112285808469227502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112285808469227502' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112285808469227502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112285808469227502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/speed-of-sound.html' title='Speed of Sound'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112258858892423109</id><published>2005-07-28T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maroon 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yesterday was the opening day of the Midstate fair! I took Helya to the Maroon 5 concert for an early birthday present and we had a blast! Highlight: getting into the fair for the 16 and under youth admission price...then proceeding to the Cabo Wabo bar for a margarita :) Haha finally it pays off to look young. I wore my maroon 5 shirt, and Helya and I sang at the top of our lungs for pretty much the entire show, annoying the crap out of a little 10 year old sitting in front of us with her parents. She kept turning around giving us dirty looks, but stopped once Helya gave one back. HA who goes to a Maroo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;n 5 concert and doesn't sing?! HELLO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I went in for a consultation with Carlos and he said he will add more blonde to the top of my hair on Tuesday. HOORAY! Now I will hopefully feel much better about spending $&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;125 getting my hair done. Hmm as for the rest of my free time, I've just been hanging out with friends and being lazy. Last weekend a group of us went to Shell beach to hang out. It's actually a really cool small beach where ALL college "kids" go. I had no idea about this until last weekend!! No wonder no one is ever at Pismo, all the pretty people in the world g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o to Shell, so thats where we're going from now on for some lovely eyecandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/images/allabout/cooking/aac_she_img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.bettycrocker.com/images/allabout/cooking/aac_she_img.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The Clif&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fs has a thing on Sundays with a band and BBQ outside and HOLY CRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P what good food!! We did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;n't get to eat there becuase it was t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;oo expensive, but they were BBQing shrimp kabobs, c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;orn on the cob, chicken, garlic bread, ahh it made me weep!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ecided to go to Mission Grill for their happy hour, and we each got an appetizer for 50% off! Score one for the team! It was quite tasty. The rest of the week I've been watching movies, cleaning, shopping, and playing a little tennis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;La la la la la life is wonderful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112258858892423109?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112258858892423109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112258858892423109' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112258858892423109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112258858892423109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/maroon-5.html' title='Maroon 5'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112227464437386189</id><published>2005-07-24T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:31.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Embrace this right now life while it's dripping, while the flavors are excellently woesome. Take your bites with bravery and boldness, since the learning and the growing are here in these times, these exact right nows. capture these times. Hold and kiss them because it will soon be very different." -jill scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; "No - we don't want too much, we actually aspire to too little. That's the problem with so many people nowadays. We try to mask our longings for transcendence with quick and easy solutions - materialism, addictions, apathy - and we destroy the eternal spirits within us. What we need is not more willpower to control our selfishness, but to fall in love. Not even so much with others, but with beauty and transcendence themselves. That way, it won't be a question of denying ourselves our true desires, but of recognizing them, and refusing to settle for mere substitutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112227464437386189?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112227464437386189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112227464437386189' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112227464437386189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112227464437386189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/embrace-this-right-now-life-while-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112227420124975646</id><published>2005-07-24T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:30.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Something is Broken...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"I dive in at the deep end..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;and I always drown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the week of being broken.  All of the machines at work were broken on Wednesday. My phone broke into two pieces on Thursday.   I was literally broke.  Cracked serpentine belt.  The metal box surrounding my heart has been slightly dented (I thought it was untouchable).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT!  The machines miraculously repaired themselves and Thursday night was insane.  I got a brand new really cool phone with Verizon. YAY! I got paid! Chad fixed my car! Still being a stupid girl, mad at the situations I get myself into, and missing you (or moreso, the thought of you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112227420124975646?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112227420124975646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112227420124975646' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112227420124975646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112227420124975646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/when-something-is-broken.html' title='When Something is Broken...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112173435102357038</id><published>2005-07-18T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:30.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures for your enjoyment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;So everyone knows I go "DT" a lot, right? Well I'm cutting back and only going once a week....for now. But, here is our latest adventure downtown last weekend, finally getting Alissa to come out! (FYI, no new hair yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/famiy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/famiy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Family Portrait with Frodo and Skyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/home.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                         &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   Our home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/tinydancers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/tinydancers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dancers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/drunkies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/drunkies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YAY! Alissa is DRUNK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/librarywhat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/librarywhat.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Library. What??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/lemonheads.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/lemonheads.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pussy Kiss followed by a lemon and sugar is the perfect combination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/tallgirls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/tallgirls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            Short girls in the back for once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112173435102357038?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112173435102357038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112173435102357038' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112173435102357038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112173435102357038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/pictures-for-your-enjoyment.html' title='Pictures for your enjoyment'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112155002492691650</id><published>2005-07-16T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:30.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Oscillators</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/LosOscillators1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/400/LosOscillators.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Rod(s) says, "I am too cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;Porn Star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;to be hanging out with these freaks." (Namely, Dan and Jon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Los Oscillators field trip to study the Random Walk effect.  We are nerds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112155002492691650?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112155002492691650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112155002492691650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112155002492691650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112155002492691650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/los-oscillators.html' title='Los Oscillators'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112154582864177129</id><published>2005-07-16T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:30.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Get a Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;After being made fun of for saying "new plant, new Jaime" I've decided to make a list of things that I want/plan to do before the summer is over. Trust me, New Jaime will be an improvement. You will probably fall in love and kiss the ground I walk on (if you don't already) because I'm so damn cute and fun.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plans:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://us.ent2.yimg.com/musicfinder.yahoo.com/images/yahoo/octone/maroonv/0703_maroon5_c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://us.ent2.yimg.com/musicfinder.yahoo.com/images/yahoo/octone/maroonv/0703_maroon5_c.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maroon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; concert for Helya's early birthday- July 27th, Mid State Fair (because the MSF is SO COOL). Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;es, I WILL be wearing my Maroon 5 t-shirt, and there's a possibility I will be dancing like an idiot. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego Road Trip - Aug 5-7, dinner at Tylia's, hotel downtown, and pretending we are pos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h, rich kids for a night. Celebrating Rachel's 22nd birthday, and having a nice, girly vacation. Vodka anyone? Yes, please. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridesmaid Party - August 13,14, Santa Barbara. Heather's Bridal party shopping for Bridesmaid's dresses and pretending we are grown up. How old do you have to be to be considered "grown up" ? Maybe you just have to be taller than 5 feet. Damn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;it. Anyway, YAY f&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;or being the Maid of Honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cabo - Aug 18-23, First family vacation EVER. Beach, drinks, family, parasailing, shopping. Hopefully getting a tan (finally). Hopefully not getting hit on by mexicans. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I want to do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Lake Nacimiento or Santa Marga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;rita &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tahoe &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ride a stupid bike to Jamba Juice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Beat Tim at tennis (he is the next Pete Sampr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;as...I'm already Kornikova, duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- See all of the movies that Helya has already seen. (War of the Worlds, Willy Wonka, Bewitched, Wedding Crashers)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- DT SB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Ride the trolley because it's quaint. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go to more concerts in the park&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Drag people who hate Farmers market to Farmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;s market so I can get some more Avos. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Daydream in Pottery Barn&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I don't want to do but have to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Work &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Move out Aug. 31st - leaving my Helya is going to make me CRY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Study for the GRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Fix my serpentine belt&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cool things I've already done&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; James and Katie and Mom visits&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- DT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Carlos dyed/cut my hair and it looks neat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah nothing else, I wasn't that cool until today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If anyone else flakes on the SD trip, I'm going to kick all of your asses and then go by myself.  Punks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Raise your hand if you want to see me tap dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112154582864177129?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112154582864177129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112154582864177129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112154582864177129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112154582864177129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/time-to-get-life.html' title='Time to Get a Life'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112129900720311337</id><published>2005-07-13T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:30.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so NOT political.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'5'" width="'600'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Democrat&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;'Imunimaginative's Deviantart Page'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'300'" border="'0'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Democrat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'83'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;83%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Anarchism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'75'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Communism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'50'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Socialist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'42'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Republican&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'8'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;8%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Fascism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'8'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;8%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;Nazi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" width="'0'" bgcolor="#00dddd" border="'1'"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:'Arial';font-size:78%;"&gt;0%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" size="1" q_id=""&gt;What Political Party Do Your Beliefs Put You In?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aparently I'm mostly a democratic anarchist..with a side of communism. Honestly I wasn't sure what some of the questions meant..democrat seems about right. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112129900720311337?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112129900720311337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112129900720311337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112129900720311337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112129900720311337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-so-not-political.html' title='I&apos;m so NOT political.'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112112798451825592</id><published>2005-07-11T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:30.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quaint</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/1600/shockthis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7621/780/320/shockthis.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This is a shout out to Jin Ho... Thanks for all of your tight mixes and groovalicious beats.  Shock this biotch!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112112798451825592?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112112798451825592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112112798451825592' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112112798451825592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112112798451825592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/quaint.html' title='Quaint'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112088606108397422</id><published>2005-07-08T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:30.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/vodka.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/vodka.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Explanatory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112088606108397422?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112088606108397422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112088606108397422' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112088606108397422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112088606108397422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/self-explanatory.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112071838553647124</id><published>2005-07-06T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>Katie came down for the 4th of July for the second year in a row! We had a really fun time hanging out and enjoying life in SLO.  Sunday, when she arrived, we went to dinner at Mothers with Joanna, Chad, and E^2.  It took a long time, but the food was half off and delicious!  Afterwards we decided to play some cards, drinking games, and eventually strip pool!! It was a very interesting night...and all I gotta say is... TA DA!  :) HAHAHA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday we went down to Pismo beach to celebrate the holiday.  We were on the beach from 12-10pm!!  What a nice relaxing day, laying in the sun, walking around and see lots of friends!  The fireworks show was INCREDIBLE and made me soo happy!! It was a very successful and exciting day at the beach.  I only got a little bit sunburned, so yay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie left Tues morning and I had to head back to reality and work 8 hours :(  Boo!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided I'm going to try to do some more new or productive things this summer so I started it off by getting some potting soil and a new pot, and I repotted all of my plants :) My new plants represent a new Jaime. The next thing on my to do list is to either fix my bike or get a new one this weekend and ride around!!  I decided i'm not going to go downtown for a week or two (or longer) unless its a special occasion.  I need a break for my health and for my wallet!!  I'm saving up for our trip to San Diego, for the SB outing with Heather, hopefully Tahoe, and CABO!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its almost midnite, and that means I get to go home from work soon!  2 hours overtime baby.  :)  Tomorrow my boss's wife is having a cocktail party/bbq for us at their beautiful house.  So, i only have to work a few hours tomorrow night which will be nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started researching graduate schools and so far I've looked at Boston University, Boston College, Brandeis University, Northeastern University, UMass in Amherst.  I've found some interesting things: BU requires that PhD candidates be able to read scientific journals in either russian, french, chinese, or german by the end of your time there.  WOW...that is crazy!  Also, some schools require physical chemistry students to know a computer programming language also.  Brandeis U has incredible research teams that I am interested in that involve things such as oscillation reactions (like my snr project), fluorescence probes, and thermodynamics/kinetics research.  JF asked me what type of research I'd be interested in, so I guess that answers that question.  I also like polymer research as well, even though I haven't done any as an undergraduate.  Anyway, I'm probably boring most of the people who read these blogs, (if anyone does), but I partly write down this info so I can remember myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And I'm spent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112071838553647124?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112071838553647124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112071838553647124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112071838553647124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112071838553647124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112088602836529565</id><published>2005-07-02T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:30.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/P7010079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/P7010079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoooch!!! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112088602836529565?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112088602836529565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112088602836529565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112088602836529565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112088602836529565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/smoooch.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112088564466679471</id><published>2005-07-02T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/cuttoe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/cuttoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stupid girl dropped a glass at Mothers and it sliced my toe and i had to stand like that for like 30 minutes in the bathroom until it stopped bleeding! Thanks for takin care of me RachO! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112088564466679471?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112088564466679471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112088564466679471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112088564466679471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112088564466679471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-stupid-girl-dropped-glass-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-112088583106920991</id><published>2005-07-01T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:30.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/yeay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/yeay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pretties &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-112088583106920991?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/112088583106920991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=112088583106920991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112088583106920991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/112088583106920991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-pretties.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111983747205471788</id><published>2005-06-26T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/DSC_0143SMALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/DSC_0143SMALL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City....the first place I am going when I have $ to buy a plane ticket.  Picture compliments of BobGoat. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I heart NY&lt;/span&gt;. No I really do.&lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111983747205471788?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111983747205471788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111983747205471788' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111983747205471788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111983747205471788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-york-city.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111983107050542184</id><published>2005-06-26T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"If you never try, then you'll never know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I love weekends, birthday cake, new shoes, coldplay, sunshine, jager blasters, sleeping in till 1:00, Madonna, Taco Bell, Jay's laptop, overtime pay, my mom, jacuzzis, Philip and his quirkiness, new friends, Garden State, my wonder twin, my tall friends, Sex and the City, MS, jellybeans, the word crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like Bills, spending money on alcohol, annoying people, cleaning my room, saying goodbye, feeling hungover, pink eye, jeans that are too long, being so white, the wind, drunk drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Krasivye gloza= nice shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Da=yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nyet=no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Techno Flashback of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iio-Rapture&lt;br /&gt;"Then I sooooar like a bird in the wind, oh I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glide&lt;/span&gt; as im flyin through heaven"&lt;br /&gt;(I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;glid &lt;/span&gt;through the air -- thats for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111983107050542184?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111983107050542184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111983107050542184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111983107050542184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111983107050542184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-week-of-summer.html' title='First Week of Summer'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111983742294329294</id><published>2005-06-25T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/gangsta2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/gangsta2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gangsta style &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111983742294329294?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111983742294329294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111983742294329294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111983742294329294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111983742294329294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/gangsta-style.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111983751668365140</id><published>2005-06-24T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/P1010014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/P1010014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raining in June &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111983751668365140?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111983751668365140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111983751668365140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111983751668365140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111983751668365140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/raining-in-june.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111916748783748142</id><published>2005-06-19T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-M-A-R-T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Hiya Kiddies...well SCHOOL'S OUT FOR...SUMMER!!! and I got a 3.7 for spring quarter, which..drumroll please...is THE best ive ever done so far. I didn't think I was even going to get a 3.0 this quarter, so when I saw my grades I screamed really loud :) GO ME! GOSH im such a genius. p.s. so are all my friends who got good grades too. (i only hang out with cute and smart people btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But there was also sad times when my dear friend Jon Furuyama graduated and moved to LA. :( I went to see the science and math ceremony, and it was lovely. Jon decorated his hat with the cover of the Pchem text book. YAY JF! I got to hang out with him a bit the week before on our Los Oscillators outing, which was an eventful night. And he brought me Jack in the Box fries at midnite one night. I heart Jon. I'll miss the smartest guy I know. :( Also, congrats to Katy Wong, Rea Lardelli, and Dan Sisti for graduating too. My pchem favorites....no mas :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So its summer now, and it is absolutely fabulous. I started working 40 hours a week but its not so bad because Jay and I switch off day and night shifts. It's not so repetitive and I have some days to just sleep in and relax. Last week all the girls went out downtown Tues and Thurs nite which was a blast!! We met some really cool new people, and now we have the whole summer to look forward to more fun times. Joanna and I managed to get to the Cal Poly pool last week as well... im thinking about buying a pass to use the pool all summer. YAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Joanna's 22nd birthday was Wednesday, but we celebrated Tuesday night and we went to the Cliffs for some drinks and headed to Brads for some awesome fish and chips. We went to Mothers and had some jager blasters and "rolled deep" with Joanna and her many male followers. Happy 22 my love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Summer movies so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Smith   4/5 stars   Brad Pitt is hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The Perfect Man        3/5 stars    Hilary Duff has cute bangs. I H AIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Upcoming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Shannon's 22nd Bday Wednesday June 22nd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Mom and Philip come Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Work Work Work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I can't take my eyes off of you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111916748783748142?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111916748783748142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111916748783748142' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111916748783748142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111916748783748142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/s-m-r-t_19.html' title='S-M-A-R-T'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111828562905976097</id><published>2005-06-08T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>X&amp;Y</title><content type='html'>Go buy the new Coldplay album NOW!!! You won't regret it, its amazing...it makes my heart warm, and soothes me. If you want to understand me, listen carefully....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; My song is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Love to the loveless shown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; And it goes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You don't have to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Your heavy heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Is made of stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; And it's so hard to see you clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You don't have to be on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You don't have to be on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; And I'm not gonna take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; And I'm not gonna say I don't mean that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You're the target that I'm aiming at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Gonna get that message home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; My song is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My song is love unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; But I'm on fire for you, clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You don't have to be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You don't have to be on your own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; And I'm not gonna take it back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Oh, I'm not gonna say I don't mean that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; You're the target that I'm aiming at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; And I'm nothing on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; Got to get that message home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; And I'm not gonna stand and wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; I'm not gonna leave it until it's much too late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; On a platform, I'm gonna stand and say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; That I'm nothing on my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; And I love you, please come home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; My song is love, is love unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; And I've got to get that message home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111828562905976097?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111828562905976097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111828562905976097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111828562905976097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111828562905976097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/xy.html' title='X&amp;Y'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111784440894764102</id><published>2005-06-03T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is almost here!</title><content type='html'>Finals:&lt;br /&gt;Monday-surface chem 1-3&lt;br /&gt;Friday- computers for poets 1-3&lt;br /&gt;THEN THE DISHES WILL BE DONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer:&lt;br /&gt;Work MT 8-5, W 2-10, ThF 8-5/2-10&lt;br /&gt;Weekends- DT, BEACH!&lt;br /&gt;June 15- Joanna's 22nd Bday&lt;br /&gt;June 22- Shannon's 22nd Bday&lt;br /&gt;June 23- MOM!&lt;br /&gt;July 27- Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;Aug 5-7 San Diego for RachO's 22nd bday!&lt;br /&gt;Aug 18-23 CABO!&lt;br /&gt;Aug 21- Helya's 22nd Bday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111784440894764102?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111784440894764102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111784440894764102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111784440894764102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111784440894764102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/summer-is-almost-here.html' title='Summer is almost here!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111769392558735042</id><published>2005-06-01T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Love Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"Steal my heart and hold my tongue, I feel my time, my time has come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Let me in, unlock the door, I've never felt this way before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The wheels just keep on turning, the drummer begins to drum, I dunno which way im going, I dunno which way I've come.&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand inside your hands, I need someone who understands.&lt;br /&gt;I need someone someone who heals, for you I've waited all these years.&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come, until my day, my day is done.&lt;br /&gt;And say you'll come, and set me free, just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;In your tears, and in your blood, in your fire, and the flood, I hear your laugh, I heard you sing, I wouldnt change a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come, until my days, my days are done.&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll come, and set me free. just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111769392558735042?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111769392558735042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111769392558735042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111769392558735042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111769392558735042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/perfect-love-song.html' title='The Perfect Love Song'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111767479432002681</id><published>2005-06-01T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/camping-4.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/camping-4.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my girls&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111767479432002681?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111767479432002681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111767479432002681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111767479432002681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111767479432002681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-my-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111767476158150600</id><published>2005-06-01T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/camping-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/camping-1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauties on the Beach&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111767476158150600?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111767476158150600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111767476158150600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111767476158150600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111767476158150600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/beauties-on-beach.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111767451596020158</id><published>2005-06-01T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:29.039-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/p1010135small.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/p1010135small.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking to Mothers&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111767451596020158?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111767451596020158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111767451596020158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111767451596020158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111767451596020158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/walking-to-mothers.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111767450768524574</id><published>2005-06-01T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/p1010132small.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/p1010132small.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission with the free drinks that were left on the table&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111767450768524574?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111767450768524574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111767450768524574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111767450768524574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111767450768524574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/mission-with-free-drinks-that-were.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111767437178767668</id><published>2005-06-01T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Memorial day weekend started on Thursday night after working late at the lab.  My girls were ready with a shot of vodka for me when I got home!  You know where we headed....via PF.  Mother's was packed as usual,  and Helya and I danced the night away.  Then, walking to PF's car we experienced Brownian Motion...haha..im so funny. Rachel and I made quesadillas when we got home and spilled water all over the kitchen floor because we are retarded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, pchem was canceled and I ditched computers for poets...so we went shopping instead. The new Abercrombie opened Thursday so of course we had to check it out. Rachel, Jo and I all bought the same pair of jeans...aka..magic pants.  I walked downtown a bit with Helya and enjoyed the beautiful day.  Friday night, Rachel and I went back downtown after awaiting Kara's arrival on stupid ass Amtrak.  We went to mission for once...to check out DJ Hollaback and met some cute boys with nice teeth. ;) Mothers was our final destination which was pretty blurry...Rachel hit her record number of drinks, and I came close...but we all had a good time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we were all hung over until about 3:00, and I pretty much relaxed all day.  Saturday night we tunneled through the quantum barrier and ignored hot boys at Mothers. ???  We literally sat at on the stools and stared at the strange people, the boys in the hats, and the freaky dancers.  It was a weird weird night, but definitely an experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was beach day but it was cold and windy and my legs got burned, so it wasn't very successful.  Later that evening, Tylia, Jo, Shannon, Michelle and I all met at Avila to take pictures on the beach and have a lovely crab dinner at the Custom House. It was incredible and the most beautiful evening with beautiful friends.  Sex and the City kept me company for the rest of the night....and my favorite quote: "He's ONLINE!!!!!!!!!!!! Can he see me!!?!?!" (as Carrie ducks under her desk) HAHA that cracks me up every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went grocery shopping, wrote a lab report, cleaned up, and started a paper.  It was definitely a nice day off, and a relaxing, fun weekend.   I love my dear friends and I can't wait to have an even more exciting summer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111767437178767668?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111767437178767668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111767437178767668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111767437178767668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111767437178767668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/06/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111697216540828351</id><published>2005-05-24T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/chem%20formal%205-21-05%20032.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/chem%20formal%205-21-05%20032.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon, me and Joe at the Banquet Loving Life!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111697216540828351?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111697216540828351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111697216540828351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111697216540828351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111697216540828351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/shannon-me-and-joe-at-banquet-loving.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111697212392083348</id><published>2005-05-24T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/chem%20formal%205-21-05%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/chem%20formal%205-21-05%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry Banquet with my Shannon&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111697212392083348?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111697212392083348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111697212392083348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111697212392083348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111697212392083348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/chemistry-banquet-with-my-shannon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111680649195040113</id><published>2005-05-22T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:27.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexican Pizza on the Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Life has been stressful but I've still managed to get everything done and have fun in between. I think that's something I like about myself..that I can balance my life with school, work, friends, fun and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came to visit Thursday, which was the highlight of the week. When she is here, it seems like all of my problems go away, and I can just relax. She got to watch her nerdy daughter do lab work Thursday for a bit, and then we headed downtown for a little shopping. We went to dinner at the Custom House in Avila and had THE BEST salad I've ever tasted. GO THERE and get the salad with avocado and crab. SO GOOD. We also shared a filet mignon and mashed potatoes and clam chowder! Best dinner ever. Afterwareds we went to Apple Farm and watched the season finales for The OC and ER. Friday, I had to go to class for a bit and give a stupid NMR spectroscopy presentation to non-scientists. I got all blank stares, but oh well...their problem. After school, we went to Mission Grill for lunch and shared quesadillas and a chicken focaccia sandwich. We went shopping a little more and then mom had to go home :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Rachel, Jo and I went to the TKE pledge party. The theme was catholic school girl, so we got all dressed up! It was pretty fun..we all got report cards and mingled with everyone. Honestly I dont really know what we did the whole time. We were there for hours, but did absolutely nothing of importance besides take a bazillion pictures and hang out with typical frat guys...hmm. It was fun anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the chemistry and biochemistry banquet. I got to get all dressed up and cute and hang out with some new people. It was fun seeing shannon and dr schoonover there and seeing drunken Liz. I even won a prize and the salmon was amazing. I hada bit too much to drink however, but eventually made it downtown for more craziness. PF met us at Mothers where we met up with Katy Wong, Jon, and Jess. We all headed to Mcarthys for a beer? Ya..a beer. Rachel was hammered by the time we got there, so we went back to Mothers for the Jin Ho Show! Woot woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i'm stuck at work on a beautiful Sunday :( At least i get more $$ and time to do my lab reports :) Life is definitely interesting lately. Everything seems out of the ordinary for some reason. I just can't wait for this quarter to be overwith so I can relax a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Your perfect verse is just a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;You tell yourself to help you get by"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111680649195040113?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111680649195040113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111680649195040113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111680649195040113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111680649195040113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/mexican-pizza-on-side.html' title='Mexican Pizza on the Side'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111683019163972669</id><published>2005-05-21T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/in%20an%20open%20relationship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/in%20an%20open%20relationship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an open relationship &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111683019163972669?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111683019163972669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111683019163972669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111683019163972669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111683019163972669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-open-relationship.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111682934113394962</id><published>2005-05-21T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/Prom%20Proposal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/Prom%20Proposal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY he asked me to prom!! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111682934113394962?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111682934113394962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111682934113394962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111682934113394962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111682934113394962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/yay-he-asked-me-to-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111682928827967582</id><published>2005-05-21T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/My%20Fiancee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/My%20Fiancee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fiancee &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111682928827967582?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111682928827967582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111682928827967582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111682928827967582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111682928827967582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-fiancee.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111682925238612530</id><published>2005-05-21T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/schoolgirlroomies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/schoolgirlroomies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School Girl Roomies! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111682925238612530?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111682925238612530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111682925238612530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111682925238612530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111682925238612530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/school-girl-roomies.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111682897964744713</id><published>2005-05-21T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:27.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/hotness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/hotness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so pretty and I'm narcissistic. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111682897964744713?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111682897964744713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111682897964744713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111682897964744713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111682897964744713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-are-so-pretty-and-im-narcissistic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111682874720456488</id><published>2005-05-21T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:27.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/schoolgirlies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/schoolgirlies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute School Girlies &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111682874720456488?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111682874720456488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111682874720456488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111682874720456488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111682874720456488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/cute-school-girlies.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111683036794099689</id><published>2005-05-20T23:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/shannjam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/shannjam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cute are we? &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111683036794099689?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111683036794099689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111683036794099689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111683036794099689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111683036794099689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-cute-are-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111683034788232066</id><published>2005-05-20T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/mothersasusual.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/mothersasusual.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls night out at Mothers (as usual) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111683034788232066?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111683034788232066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111683034788232066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111683034788232066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111683034788232066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/girls-night-out-at-mothers-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111683031717542693</id><published>2005-05-20T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/lovelies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/lovelies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovelies &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111683031717542693?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111683031717542693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111683031717542693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111683031717542693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111683031717542693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/lovelies.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111683028433157322</id><published>2005-05-20T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:28.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/heartdustin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/heartdustin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Heart Dustin &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111683028433157322?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111683028433157322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111683028433157322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111683028433157322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111683028433157322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/we-heart-dustin.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111680449229433757</id><published>2005-05-17T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:27.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless</title><content type='html'>This song is dedicated to my dear friend RachO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night we were bad,&lt;br /&gt;And we finished all we had,&lt;br /&gt;So we became homeless and sad.&lt;br /&gt;After dancing and eating rocks,&lt;br /&gt;And neverending hours of ticking clocks,&lt;br /&gt;we let a boy in the secret door,&lt;br /&gt;and we were homeless no more!&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate and apples made us weep with delight,&lt;br /&gt;then we kept getting in a fight.&lt;br /&gt;Garden State made us laugh,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm 35 RachO will be my better half.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111680449229433757?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111680449229433757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111680449229433757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111680449229433757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111680449229433757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/05/homeless.html' title='Homeless'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111491705352057486</id><published>2005-04-30T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:27.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Last week was overwhelming, but I managed to make it. Josh broke up with me on Monday night, but its Saturday and I'm already okay with it. . .so I guess that's good. He was a great boyfriend, but I guess its for the best since he wasn't ready to give me what I deserve. I do miss him still, but it's time to move on. All I know is it's going to take the next guy a really long time to get near my heart. I'm definitely more skeptical now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Last week I also had a lot of homework, and a exam on Thursday in Surface Chem which kicked my ass. I have also been working as hard as possible getting something to work in senior project lab. We have a research conference next Friday, and I have yet to make my poster...or gather any data for that matter. But Skoony says not to worry...we'll have enough. I'm kinda scared about it..i'm not good at explaining the stuff I'm working on yet. Eek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Thursday night we had a girls nite out downtown which was a complete blast!! We sang at the top of our lungs and danced the night away. I love my girls, and if it wasn't for them, I would not get through my heartbreaks as easily. Let's hope there won't be another one any time soon. Guys are meanO. We also saw Dr. Schoonover at Macarthys with some other pchem people. Definitely good times. This dirty guy, Craig bought me a drink and offered free dinner rom Spikes, but Rachel and I felt dirty just trying to go get free food from him. Funny thing, we saw him last nite riding his bike downtown...hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Last night was also very fun, and I don't know how I managed to drink again...haha. Today I worked 1-9, and attempted my take home pchem exam which was NOT easy. It pretty much pissed me off, but at least I got something done. I came home and for once all I am going to do is sit and relax with myself.  I just finished watching Garden State, and working on my poster for the research conference.  It's been an okay night...just missing my "good feeling." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;All I need in life is Briggs and Rauscher. . . hahahahahahaaaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;"Into your heart I'll beat again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Sweet like candy to my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; sweet you rock and sweet you roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Lost for you, I'm so lost for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111491705352057486?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111491705352057486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111491705352057486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111491705352057486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111491705352057486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/busy-bee.html' title='Busy Bee'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111570550438952869</id><published>2005-04-30T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:27.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/april%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/april%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls Night Out - "I will survive!!!" &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111570550438952869?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111570550438952869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111570550438952869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111570550438952869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111570550438952869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/girls-night-out-i-will-survive.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111570558015407000</id><published>2005-04-30T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:27.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/april%20020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/april%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my Helya and my Bud Light and I'm the happiest girl in the world!!  HAHAHA YAY for Skoony. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111570558015407000?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111570558015407000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111570558015407000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111570558015407000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111570558015407000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-got-my-helya-and-my-bud-light-and-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111439168836418828</id><published>2005-04-24T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:27.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Eat World</title><content type='html'>Songs worthy of being written down at this point in time. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drugs or Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Stay with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You're the one I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You make the hardest things seem easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Keep my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Somewhere drugs don't go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Where the sunshine slows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Always keep me close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If only you could see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The stranger next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You promise, you promise that you're done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But I can't tell you from the drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Don't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We'll dig a great big hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Down an endless hole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;We'll both go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You're so blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You can't save me this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Hope comes from inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And I feel so low tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I wish that you could see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;This face in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You're sorry, you swear it, you're done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;But I can't tell you from the drugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Take me, I need your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So far, To pull me up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Take everything, out from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So far, out from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I felt for sure last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;That once we said goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No one else will know these lonely dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No one else will know that part of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm still driving away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;And I'm sorry everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I won't always love these selfish things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I won't always live. . . no stop this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;It was my turn to decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I knew this was our time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No one else will have me like you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;No one else will have me, only you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You'll sit alone forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;If you wait for the right time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;What are you hoping for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'm here and now I'm ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Holding on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Don't give away the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;One thing that stays mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Amazing still it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I'll be 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I won't always love what I'll never have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I won't always live in my regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111439168836418828?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111439168836418828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111439168836418828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111439168836418828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111439168836418828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/jimmy-eat-world.html' title='Jimmy Eat World'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111439089697837658</id><published>2005-04-24T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:27.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tri-State Visit</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I went to Idaho to surprise my grandparents.  When I got there, they had no idea, and were floored!! I got to play with my little cousins, Theo and Claire, who were a blast, and I gained 3 pounds because all we did was eat all day long. :)  Mom and I went to see "Guess Who" with Ashton Kucher, which was really cute.  It was really nice to see that part of the family again. I hadn't been to Idaho in years!  Everything was pretty much the same, but it was nice being part of the "adult" conversations this time.  Saturday we flew to Reno and drove to Lake Tahoe to celebrate my cousins 14th birthday. with chinese food.  We had a chance to walk around some of the new shops at stateline, and stayed the night at embassy suites.  Sunday was Michael's catholic confirmation.  It was definitely interesting (and tiring) sitting through a catholic service for two hours.  The bishop repeated everything he said in spanish because their congregation is about 80% spanish-speaking.  We had a nice little party for Michael afterwards with tons of good food and margaritas. We drove back to Vacaville that night and I flew back to SLO Monday morning just in time for class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so busy trying to get my life back in order after being gone for 4 days.  I've had assignments due, tests, scholarship to apply for, and other small things that just took up all of my time.   Tuesday night I did have a chance to go out to pint nite which was fun as usual.  Thursday was spent at Jon's house doing pchem homework for hours and hours until midnight crept around and my eyes couldn't handle any more symbols and numbers, and I just gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been not that great.  Friday night, Josh and I made fondue which was absolutely delicious! Then we went out to Mother's and the Library.  It was an ok night.  Something was missing though. . different feelings I guess. . . .Saturday I went to Splash cafe with Joanna and then all the roomies went to see "A lot like love" with Ashton Kucher once again. What a CUTE romantic comedy.  Today I slept in, went to lunch with Heatherbug to Cisco's and we were entertained by Piano Man and then Heather got shit on.  We walked around downtown for a bit which was nice, but this heavy, numb, feeling hasn't escaped me yet. Now, I'm trying to concentrate and do my surface chem homework but I'm finding it rather difficult.  John Mayer is keeping me company...la la la...&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's kinda about the bliss period in a relationship.  Like that first week in a relationship. . .the free movie weekend period.  When you show all your best films.  You meet them and you say stuff to them like, 'I'm a great listener, im there for my friends,'  you know, you start telling them all about yourself. . . and you're showing them like schindlers list,  and they're showing you, you know..whatever. . .but you're showing each other your big movies, and then all of a sudden, somewhere along the lines, it becomes Weekend at Bernie's 2, or the Police Academy movies, it's a real shame. So yeah, this song is about that bliss period in a relationship, and its about that bliss period taking place in New York City and how much fun that must be." - John Mayer about City Love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111439089697837658?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111439089697837658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111439089697837658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111439089697837658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111439089697837658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/tri-state-visit.html' title='Tri-State Visit'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111327814425184934</id><published>2005-04-11T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:27.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life is good.  Spring quarter is in full swing, and so far it's not too terrible.  I shouldn't say that yet because first assignments, lab reports, and midterms are coming up fast! I definitely haven't been studying as much as I should, thanks to someone always distracting me ;)  hehe, I love it!  I've also been downtown waaaay too much, spending too much money, but OH WELL..im having a great time, and still getting done what I need to get done.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Josh and I went to see Sin City, which was really good. I definitely recommend it.  It was pretty disgusting at times, but overall a well made, entertaining movie with lots of good actors. The color effects were my favorite part.  Josh continues to put a smile on my face! It's sorta amazing how we get along so well, and we aren't sick of each other yet.  We definitely have a great time together, even just sitting around or doing homework :) YAY I love having someone around to make me happy every day! My Alfie. ;) AND we've seen each other every day since we met almost a month ago..thats a record. ahh im such a goober.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last weekend I went to see STOMP in Pasadena with Rachel and Joanna and RachO's Mom.  (btw..Your mom is packed) Anyway, the show was incredible, even for the fourth time! I think its my favorite show EVER. I even got to sleep in a king size water bed all to myself! Woot woot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thursday I leave for Idaho to go visit the grandparents with my mom and step dad and brother. It may be the last time I see Grandpa because he isn't doing too well.  :(  I haven't been up to Idaho to visit in YEARS! Then I'm flying into Reno and staying with my aunt for a night. Then back to Sacramento and SLO on Monday just in time for class.  It's going to be a busy weekend, but it will be nice visiting with everyone. PLUS I love flying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah I'm bored at work...and I did as much HW as I could for one night. OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111327814425184934?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111327814425184934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111327814425184934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111327814425184934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111327814425184934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111273757570709862</id><published>2005-04-05T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/spring%20break%2005%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/spring%20break%2005%20012.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot Woot&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111273757570709862?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111273757570709862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111273757570709862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111273757570709862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111273757570709862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/woot-woot.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111273755831268599</id><published>2005-04-05T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/spring%20break%2005%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/spring%20break%2005%20010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunken Kevin Federline cheating on Britney Spears with Anna Kornikova&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111273755831268599?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111273755831268599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111273755831268599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111273755831268599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111273755831268599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/drunken-kevin-federline-cheating-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111273750073633281</id><published>2005-04-05T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/S3600003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/S3600003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero Party &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111273750073633281?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111273750073633281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111273750073633281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111273750073633281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111273750073633281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/hero-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111273740400863364</id><published>2005-04-05T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/beginning%20of%20spring%20quarter%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/beginning%20of%20spring%20quarter%20002.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josho and Nick are TOO cute!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111273740400863364?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111273740400863364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111273740400863364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111273740400863364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111273740400863364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/josho-and-nick-are-too-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111273736714485532</id><published>2005-04-05T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.698-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/beginning%20of%20spring%20quarter%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/beginning%20of%20spring%20quarter%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garden Estate Drinking Society &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111273736714485532?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111273736714485532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111273736714485532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111273736714485532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111273736714485532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/04/garden-estate-drinking-society.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111190443174920395</id><published>2005-03-26T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You've been the only thing that's right in all I've done.  And I can barely look at you. But every single time I do, I know we'll make it anywhere, away from here.  Light up, Light up. As if you have a choice. Even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you dear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spring break was JOSH! It was one of the best spring breaks I've ever had because I got to hang out with an incredible person every day. Lucky me! Some of you are probably confused and hurt or weirded out or think im crazy to like someone so much in such a short amount of time, but I don't feel like I have to explain myself. But I think all of you who say you are my friends should treat me like one and be truly happy that I am so happy. I AM SO HAPPY. I didn't think I would find someone so loving. Josh treats me better than anyone has since Adam, and i KNOW he isn't faking it. If Adam had one giant purpose on my life, it was to show me what it felt like to be loved, and this is even better than THAT. I deserve someone who thinks I am the world because when I am with someone, I try my hardest to make sure they know how much I care about them..bout time I got that in return. He is absolutely amazing and makes me laugh, smile, and feel like the gross mushy couples that you see kissing and holding hands everywhere they go. HA im such a big nerd, and I love it. So everyone, get used to Josh cuz I think/hope he will be around for a while :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of my spring break, my dad came down to visit and we had a pretty good time. We went to Farmers market thursday nite, oplay some tennis, cliffs and played pool friday night, and then today we hung out at hte beach all day and relaxed. It was nice to have him in town for a few days. Love my daddy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is almost here and that means back to reality. It feels like I've been swept off to another planet since last week. I feel like im in a big dream, and monday morning im going to wake up and get a huge smack in the face and everything wonderful is going to disapear. Lets hope not!!! Maybe Josh will just make my life better even in reality :) YAY!!! Can't stop smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I got a 3.56 winter quarter. Best at CP yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111190443174920395?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111190443174920395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111190443174920395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111190443174920395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111190443174920395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-break.html' title='Spring Break'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111120827847514748</id><published>2005-03-18T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.551-08:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patty's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What a way to celebrate being done with winter quarter.  My English final was the only one that I think i passed...oops. IA and Biochem kicked my ass, and I studied a ton so I'm pretty bitter. But it was the first time I went into finals with all A's, so i'm proud and I dont care what you think :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RachO and I started the night off right by going down to farmers market to watch Jo and her cheerleaders perform and get some food. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got ready and started drinking with Shannon and Joanna, and headed over to our new friends' house.  There, we hung out with Blake West, Dustin, Josh, Nick, and DJ Shirtless. Funny people and down to earth guys...good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh is silly and made everyone laugh and at Mission he was my hero when this boy tried picking me up and dropped me on my ass.  The bouncer got me a bandaid hahaha , go me. DJ shirtless would not leave his shirt on which was rather interesting... Joanna left us early to go make out with Chad :) :) and Rachel left with Marko to Frog and Peach, and so i hung out with Josh for the rest of the night and danced a bit at mothers! FUN NIGHT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Glorious. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Josh and I went to Louisa's Place for breakfast and then rented Terminal and ate Rocky road ice cream. He is the cutest boy ever. He painted my nails pink too :) Ok can't talk too much, I'll jinx it. Time to go get ready for another exciting adventure with my Helya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111120827847514748?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111120827847514748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111120827847514748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111120827847514748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111120827847514748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/st-pattys-day.html' title='St. Patty&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111103909009655547</id><published>2005-03-16T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>80's Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;80's night topped the charts.  As you can see by the pictures below, Rachel, Joanna, Persian Friend, and I dressed up like ridiculous 80's crazies. Rachel was Tiffany. Joanna was Sandy. PF was Zack Morris, and I was Debbie Gibson.  :)  We made it to the party and by the time we were there for 10 minutes, I was about 7 shots under, when Mark decides to get me some Jungle Juice..way to go you special one.  From that point on, I was not responsible for any of the rest of the night's events.  We took pictures in a photo booth, danced which caused me to fall and get floor burn and hurt my neck, which was cured thanks to PF's nifty neck  brace (black streamer) :) HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we made it downtown. As we were walking along the streets Zack decides to go running off somewhere and a bike cop pulls him over and I stand down the street watching him get handcuffed and shoved into a police car. I was so sado!!! I called his friends and he was rescued 5 hours later. Poor Zack!!! Bulls was interesting..and honestly I don't remember too much besides being made fun of for looking like such a freak, and getting my ass grabbed.  The rest of the nite was hazy but we made it back to some apartment and I watched retards throw pasta against the wall, and basically trash their own apartment. Idiots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I don't even need to write more....just look at the pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111103909009655547?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111103909009655547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111103909009655547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103909009655547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103909009655547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/80s-night.html' title='80&apos;s Night'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111103949737752087</id><published>2005-03-16T19:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff Loves Deb &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111103949737752087?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103949737752087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103949737752087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/tiff-loves-deb.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111103947045893228</id><published>2005-03-16T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self Explanatory &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111103947045893228?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111103947045893228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111103947045893228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103947045893228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103947045893228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/self-explanatory.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111103945094861184</id><published>2005-03-16T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo Booth action &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111103945094861184?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111103945094861184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111103945094861184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103945094861184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103945094861184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/photo-booth-action.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111104000387630327</id><published>2005-03-16T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear..don't ask. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111104000387630327?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111104000387630327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111104000387630327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111104000387630327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111104000387630327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111103942221257951</id><published>2005-03-16T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiff, Zack, Deb, and Sandy &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111103942221257951?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111103942221257951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111103942221257951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103942221257951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103942221257951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/tiff-zack-deb-and-sandy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111103974962370121</id><published>2005-03-16T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bulls with Ryan Kiley &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111103974962370121?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103974962370121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103974962370121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/bulls-with-ryan-kiley.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111103995183306600</id><published>2005-03-16T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:26.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/80%27s%20night%20March%2012,%202005%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tights rock! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111103995183306600?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103995183306600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111103995183306600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-tights-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111025570074715005</id><published>2005-03-07T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:25.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sicky JaimO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;So I was sick all weekend...actually I've been sick since last Tuesday night. I think this is the third time I've been sick this year. I don't get enough hugs :) AHEM!!! Yeah so I watched Anchorman and Vanity Fair in bed Friday night and I wasn't really impressed with either. I should have rented more Sex and the City. I still have a nagging cough which is very annoying. I'm annoyed very easily lately...but I won't bore you with that. It's almost the end of winter quarter thank god. Two weeks left, and no more 8am mornings 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To do till Spring break:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biochem lab final -tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;One more firework attempt- tomorrow (new acrylic base!)&lt;br /&gt;Last IA lab report  - due Friday&lt;br /&gt;English paper - due Monday&lt;br /&gt;English Final Monday&lt;br /&gt;IA Final Monday&lt;br /&gt;Biochem Final Thursday&lt;br /&gt;SPRING BREAK!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spring break plans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada!!!&lt;br /&gt;Work Tues, Wed, Thurs 8-5&lt;br /&gt;Dad comes Thurs night-Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Spring break means relaxation and money. Better than school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Spring Quarter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inorganic Lab&lt;br /&gt;Advanced Physical Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Surface Chem&lt;br /&gt;Computers for Poets (woot woot)&lt;br /&gt;Senior Project -Rapidly Convective Acoustics (i like saying that)&lt;br /&gt;Work 16 hrs/week&lt;br /&gt;Party on Thursday nights :) YAAAY&lt;br /&gt;STOMP April 2nd&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Phil April 7th&lt;br /&gt;Idaho April 14th&lt;br /&gt;Reno April 16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to study for biochem lab final, take some cough medicine and sleep??? (PRAY!!)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll leave you with three things to always remember in life:&lt;br /&gt;FINISH WITH A FLOURISH!! - time is running out...do what you gotta do to finish strong.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET &lt;/span&gt;SOMEONE ELSE BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOU!! - be responsible for yourself, and take care of your business. Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;CALL YOUR MOM!!- She'll love you for it and send lots of presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111025570074715005?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111025570074715005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111025570074715005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111025570074715005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111025570074715005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/sicky-jaimo.html' title='Sicky JaimO'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-111025630653666012</id><published>2005-03-07T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:25.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/momnme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/momnme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my cute Mom - who i call every day and she sends me presents :) &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-111025630653666012?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/111025630653666012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=111025630653666012' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111025630653666012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/111025630653666012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-and-my-cute-mom-who-i-call-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-110946457236026498</id><published>2005-02-26T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:25.829-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Party</title><content type='html'>Last nite I went to my very first date party for TKE with Mcphee.  He didn't know I was his date till we all met up at his house, but he was "pleasantly surprised". Woot woot! So we had some beers and headed off to Quarterdeck for a nice dinner. Helya ended up coming to because one of the guys' dates flaked and so we needed backup!! I'm so glad she came cuz she made the night better than ever! We had  nice dinner of tritip, potatoes, rice, veggies and yummy chocolate mousse.  YAY for free dinners and meeting lots of funny new people.  By the end of dinner I had three dates: Sean, Jose, and Miguel...oh yeah and of course Helya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left dinner and went to "The Rock" where we only stayed for about five minutes because helya parked on the sidewalk. So where did we end up? Jose, Mcphee, Helya and I all went to Mother's of course! Where else?  ;)  We had a fun time dancing and mingling and Jose bought us jager bombs, lucky us!  Joanna picked us up, and we came home and the guy in the pink shirt modeled for us, ooww owww!!!! 1,2,3!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY for TKE, new friends, pink shirts, Jager, Helya, $5, and achieving the best college goal yet  ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-110946457236026498?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110946457236026498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=110946457236026498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110946457236026498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110946457236026498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/date-party.html' title='Date Party'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-110903804963883951</id><published>2005-02-21T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:25.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;I just realized that I only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;mentioned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;the pyrotechnic accident in my last post, but I never explained what really happened. Well, two weeks ago, Schoonover brought in this huge pipe thingie, and told me cut a hole in one end like a flute, and he told me to pack one side of the pipe and we'd try to see if the pressure from the small diameter combined with a spoonful of magnesium filings at end would in fact make a whistle. It in fact did not make a whistle, but blew up and scared us half to death. The sound was like a gun going off right next to your face and Jon and I said we could feel the waves of the explosion on our face. My ears were ringing so loud I thought I went deaf. It was incredible. So everyone came running out in the hallway to see what happened, and the counter top of the ventilation hood was in pieces. There was a centimeter of dust covering the entire lab, and we were stunned. YAY for blowing up the spider building with a pipe bomb. :) So Schoonover was in trouble, and we've changed the project to "Rapidly Convective Acoustics" Jon refuses to witness my experiments from now on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;So it was President's Day holiday weekend, and I celebrated by doing absolutely nothing, which had its perks. Friday night I went out with Shannon, Michelle, Jason, and some other random people. We went to Mother's and they went to Mission Grill, but we ended up having an okay time, but Shannon's stomach hurt :( so we pretty much laid low and left early. But I love my Shannon and I will never leave her ;) hehehe. No Curtis though. :( Saturday I spent the entire day in my room watching Sex and the City, the OC, reading, and sleeping. It was nice, but I missed my sidekick. I'll survive...maybe. Goodness I'm such a freaking baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Sunday I decided to get out of town and do something with myself, so I drove to Santa Barbara to visit my Katie. We had a great time just hanging out and being girls, and we went to see The Wedding Date, which was very very cute. We ate dinner at Silver Greens which was AMAZING and I wish i could eat there every day. We went back to her dorm room and watched The Sweetest Thing...and it had the penis song yaay!!! "OOOH too big to fit in here! Your penis is so hard, your penis is so thick, your penis is so nice, you have a handsome dick!" HAHAH i love that movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;This morning I drove back to SLO in the rain, which was pretty relaxing and the scenery was beautiful with the bright green hills. I love just driving and listening to good music. I got some chemistry lab done, reading done, and cleaning done today, and even napped :) I guess that's what happens when you wake up at 8am. Sorry Katie!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;It's still raining, but I kinda like it. It makes me sit inside and get my stuff done. But it would be nice to have someone here with me to cuddle or just hang out with when I have nothing else to do. BUT I do like being by myself mostly. It's a vicious cycle. Want to be alone when you're not. Don't want to be when you are. For no one in particular:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;"Love is the answer at least for most of the questions of my heart. Why are we here, and where do we go, and how come its so hard. It's not always easy, and sometimes life can be deceiving. I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together." Jack Johnson-Better Together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-110903804963883951?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110903804963883951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=110903804963883951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110903804963883951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110903804963883951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-love-rain.html' title='I Love Rain'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-110903816909101328</id><published>2005-02-21T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:25.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/bars%202-18-05%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/bars%202-18-05%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon my Love! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-110903816909101328?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110903816909101328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=110903816909101328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110903816909101328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110903816909101328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/shannon-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-110851829375336883</id><published>2005-02-15T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:25.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Valentines Day was very nice :) Clay and I went out to dinner Sunday night to Mclintocks in Shell Beach and ate some yummy steak.  We watched Garden State afterwards, and I must say, that was a fantastic movie. I think i'll have to buy that one. Monday, we watched the Notebook. Lovey dovey movie for a lovey dovey day. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;My senior project has taken a new spin and is now called an acoustics project instead of pyrotechnic whistle project, due to our little accident last week. We plan on making a new base out of an acrylic mold which is very small in scale. Hopefully this will work better and we won't have anymore explosions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Overall this weekend was long and busy.  I went out Thursday night to a place i'd never been before called the Z club. It was pretty fun but I threw up in Mcphee's bushes which was pretty embarrasing. I hate throwing up. ROAR.  Friday night I went out with the girls to Mothers of course :) Tylia, Rachel, Joanna, and Shannon. We had a blast together except Joanna got sick early. :( As for me...711 nachos are the shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The rest of the weekend was spent cleaning, relaxing, watching movies, and driving people around Saturday night. Heather is the funniest drunk I've ever met. I love that girl..she is entertainment for all. YAY polygras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; I'm really pissed off that two of my lightbulbs burned out in the same day. Grrr. I just want one day of peace where nothing bad happens, or I don't get frustrated. No computer virus, no burned out lightbulbs, no money issues, no lack of food in the cupboards, no homework. I just want dinner made for me, and someone to cuddle up to for the entire night. Time to drop out of school. Just kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-110851829375336883?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110851829375336883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=110851829375336883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110851829375336883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110851829375336883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/valentines-weekend.html' title='Valentines Weekend'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-110851848907402940</id><published>2005-02-15T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:25.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/bars%202-11-05%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/bars%202-11-05%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, Tylia, Shannon, Joanna, and ME getting ready for a night on the town! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-110851848907402940?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110851848907402940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=110851848907402940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110851848907402940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110851848907402940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/rachel-tylia-shannon-joanna-and-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-110851857790534870</id><published>2005-02-15T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:25.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/jo,%20jaim,%20rach,%20michelle,%20shannon%20and%20tylia%20mystery%20shots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/jo%2C%20jaim%2C%20rach%2C%20michelle%2C%20shannon%20and%20tylia%20mystery%20shots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystery Shots for all &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-110851857790534870?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110851857790534870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=110851857790534870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110851857790534870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110851857790534870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/mystery-shots-for-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-110793372787105126</id><published>2005-02-08T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:24.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destined to be a woman with no regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"When I was sure you'd follow through, my world was turned to blue. When you'd hide, your songs would die, so I'd hide yours with mine"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So what's the point of dating someone if you know it isn't going to go anywhere? You have fun together, you have lots in common, you hang out all the time, there's never a dull moment, yet there's something missing in the relationship. If you become official, will things get better and progress into something serious and perhaps end in a committed future together? Or will the offical title only provide exclusivity, and security? Will there be an  inevitable breakup between lovers who seek companionship day to day without thinking about the future? What does it take to make a strong relationship last forever, and how do you find someone who is willing to stay with you forever, no matter what happens during the journey together? These are questions I ask myself a lot, as I'm sure many people do.   Is it worth it to have fun in the moment, if you're going to have a broken heart a year down the road?  It's a hard decision because on one hand you don't want to plan out your life as if nothing can change. On the other hand, you don't want to make a decision just because it seems good at the time.   Now that I am 22, and graduating in 11 months, should I be thinking about where I will be next January, and who I will be with? I think so!!  It would hurt me so much more to maintain a relationship with someone for another year, all the while knowing he doesn't want to be with me in the end. But how does he know he couldn't be with me forever? Things change right?  Maybe in a year, he will be head over heels in love with me, and will tell me how he will move wherever I go to work or grad school, and he'd marry me the second he graduated. Is that reality? Actually for some poeple yes. Do these people know in advance how much they care for the other person that they'd literally do anything for them in order to be together forever? Or does it take a long time to reach that point?  It's hard to say how the other person feels in the relationship unless they constantly tell you how much you mean to them.  For me, I show how I feel all the time, and when I really love someone, I'd do anything for them. This doesn't mean I want to marry them or plan our future together, but it does tell me that I can see myself loving this person unconditionally for a long time and try my hardest to be together because I would rather be with them than anywhere else in the world.  Maybe I just fall in love too easily. I just wish someone felt that way about me, because then this wouldn't be so hard, and I would have no questions. Maybe once you meet the person you will be with forever, all of the questions go away, and everything just falls into place.  Who knows.  Maybe I think too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People have the right to fly, and will when it gets compromised. Their hearts say, 'move along', their minds say, 'got your heart'. Let's move it along. Move it along. And thats the way this wheel keeps working now. And I won't be the last, no I won't be the last to love her. You can't build a house of leaves, and live like its an evergreen.  It's just a season thing, its just this thing the seasons do, and that's the way this wheel keeps working now.  And you won't be the first, no you won't be the first to love me.  You can find me, if you ever want again. I'll be around the bend. I'll be around the bend. I'll be around. I'll be around. And if you never stop when you wave goodbye, you just might find, if you give it time, you'll wave hello again. You just might wave  hello again. And that's the way this wheel keeps working now." -Wheel by John Mayer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-110793372787105126?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110793372787105126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=110793372787105126' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110793372787105126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110793372787105126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/destined-to-be-woman-with-no-regrets.html' title='Destined to be a woman with no regrets'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-110774812242103219</id><published>2005-02-06T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:24.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La La La</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"it gains the more it gives, and then it rises with the fall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;This week consisted of the first midterms of the quarter. I wrote an essay for English, and had two midterms on Friday in IA and Biochem, which went pretty well. We're five weeks into the quarter and I'm just now going to find out how I'm doing in my classes. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sure you're thinking, 'so, you had a crazy week studying your buns off for three midterms..friday night must have been awesome' You're exactly right! The girls and I went down to mothers, thanks to Saied, our personal DD for the night. There were cops everywhere since they hired 400 police men to stare at college girls. They were all lined up on their motorcycles outside of mothers just waiting for a reason to arrest some drunk person. They definitely succeeded in ruining the traditional SLO mardi gras celebration, but nevertheless, we had a blast downtown, as usual. I don't really remember much else about what we did downtown besides drinking coors light, so end of that story. Sorry. Oh wait, I just remembered! Saied took us home and we were soo hungry so drunken Heather ordered an extra large woodstocks pizza at 2am :) We inhaled that shit. YUM. Oh my goodness, i love pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Heather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we woke up pretty hungover, and I napped at Clay's all day. Then at 5:00 i decided to get drunk playing beer pong at the neighbors'. Not a smart idea. I was tired and drunk by 7, and had nothing to do. Clay came and picked me up and we went to some party and played cards all night. My stomach hurt, so I complained and we left :) But really, it hurt bad! Clay drove everyone around and was such a sweetie, even though I was bitchy all weekend. Thanks handsome :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Alissa's 22nd birthday brunch at Dorn's in Morro Bay. This place was awesome, with a beautiful view of the bay, and great food! Ariana made cupcakes and we sang happy birthday and ate tons. Afterwards Helya and I went to Shannon's anti-superbowl girls only game nite/party. We played Egyptian ratscrew..i think. It was really fun and im glad i got to learn a new game! I screamed every time i slapped the cards, hahahaha. YAY. After that we watched the lame ass half time show. The fireworks alone would have sufficed for entertainment. Paul Mcartney, get some dancers or something. We played Truth or Dare Jenga, and I had to eskimo kiss Rachel, take off Shannon's shirt, do my happy dance, and moan as loud as I could. Good times were had by all, and lots of good food too. Woot Woot for good food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my fun weekend comes to an end and I'm bored, tired, lonely, and wanting something sweet to eat. Hrrrmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week: Get valentines. finish (and start) chem lab report, be whiney..look out. OC Thursday night---&gt; Be here or be left out. Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/10225882-110774812242103219?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110774812242103219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=110774812242103219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110774812242103219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110774812242103219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/la-la-la.html' title='La La La'/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-110775904475301538</id><published>2005-02-06T22:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:24.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/anit-superbowl%20party%202-6-05%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/anit-superbowl%20party%202-6-05%20014.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we sweet?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-110775904475301538?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110775904475301538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=110775904475301538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110775904475301538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110775904475301538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/arent-we-sweet.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-110775901703678938</id><published>2005-02-06T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:24.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/anit-superbowl%20party%202-6-05%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/anit-superbowl%20party%202-6-05%20011.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending I'm a good dancer&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-110775901703678938?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110775901703678938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=110775901703678938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110775901703678938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110775901703678938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/pretending-im-good-dancer.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10225882.post-110775897896632963</id><published>2005-02-06T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T12:21:24.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/640/anit-superbowl%20party%202-6-05%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3004/320/anit-superbowl%20party%202-6-05%20008.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eskimo Kissies with RachO&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10225882-110775897896632963?l=jaimerogers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/feeds/110775897896632963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10225882&amp;postID=110775897896632963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110775897896632963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10225882/posts/default/110775897896632963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaimerogers.blogspot.com/2005/02/eskimo-kissies-with-racho.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pp1l10gtsSs/S0l5_G12vSI/AAAAAAAAA38/MgSO_nTQAUQ/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
