<?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-1103617169854966809</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:54:32.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my mind..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08324976157453167365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1P5KdXqawBI/SRpoB7lr_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/6OQaZKzTFro/S220/l_584778f6afeb42df99e1397bc1e4a8-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103617169854966809.post-8208714103074321472</id><published>2008-11-30T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T18:07:06.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT!</title><content type='html'>So I have just finished reading the book Twilight. It has to be the most amazing book in the world. My favorite book hands down. For everyone who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know, Twilight is about a girl that falls in love with a vampire. It sounds corny at first but you would have to begin to read the book to understand. Edward, the vampire, is described as the most beautiful man in the world. He has poise, grace, and the looks. He is basically the ideal guy women want. Anyway, I finally had a chance to see the movie this weekend. Since I had read the book before I thought the movie was outstanding. It was more of a low budget movie but I'm satisfied at the fact that they stuck mainly to the book. They which up a couple things but nothing that really strayed away from the main point. All in all it was a good movie and even better book. Cant wait to read the next 3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103617169854966809-8208714103074321472?l=jennyy04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/feeds/8208714103074321472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1103617169854966809&amp;postID=8208714103074321472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/8208714103074321472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/8208714103074321472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight.html' title='TWILIGHT!'/><author><name>Jennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08324976157453167365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1P5KdXqawBI/SRpoB7lr_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/6OQaZKzTFro/S220/l_584778f6afeb42df99e1397bc1e4a8-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103617169854966809.post-540033257475016833</id><published>2008-11-02T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:04:39.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween!</title><content type='html'>So I had an awesome halloween. I ended up dressing up as a police officer (stupid mrs. officer song!) I had that song sung more than enough times that night. All of my friends were something completely different. They were a pirate, cow girl, sailor, football player, and candy corn witch. We looked great. First I went to my friends aunts party and saw some pretty interesting costumes. A group of guys dressed up as the jabawakeez, and some girl was dressed as the rabbit from alice and wonderland. From there I went to another party which was a waste of time. The music was horrible. But at the end of the night we ended up at a telly which was hilarious. People were everywhere saying the craziest things in their costumes. Over all it was a pretty good Halloween.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103617169854966809-540033257475016833?l=jennyy04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/feeds/540033257475016833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1103617169854966809&amp;postID=540033257475016833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/540033257475016833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/540033257475016833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='halloween!'/><author><name>Jennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08324976157453167365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1P5KdXqawBI/SRpoB7lr_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/6OQaZKzTFro/S220/l_584778f6afeb42df99e1397bc1e4a8-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103617169854966809.post-4168410595176525379</id><published>2008-10-26T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:18:16.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new piercing</title><content type='html'>i honestly dont have anything to say. My life hasnt been interesting lately. The only new thing i got was a piercing. I was bored outta my mind and decided to get my industrial (the bar thats on your ear). I didnt hurt getting it but now im so much pain. I hit it by mistake and wow! does that hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea! and my friend got her first tatto yesterday. Its on the back of her neck. Im a firm believer in getting a tatto with true meaning. So she ended up getting a lotus flower and a verse from the bible. Its supposed to symbolize the memory of her sister. She passed away like 8 years ago. And thats about it nothing else happened this weekend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103617169854966809-4168410595176525379?l=jennyy04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/feeds/4168410595176525379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1103617169854966809&amp;postID=4168410595176525379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/4168410595176525379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/4168410595176525379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-piercing.html' title='new piercing'/><author><name>Jennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08324976157453167365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1P5KdXqawBI/SRpoB7lr_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/6OQaZKzTFro/S220/l_584778f6afeb42df99e1397bc1e4a8-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103617169854966809.post-7748375406782683192</id><published>2008-10-12T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:12:15.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My younger brother</title><content type='html'>Me and my brother are 8 years apart and as close as can be. I basically take him almost everywhere I go. Hes pretty much an awesome kid. I've introduced him to all my friends. Hes always with me because my mom tends to go out alot during the weekends with her sister and i stay "babysitting". So instead of staying home i just bring him along. Many people have their opinions of whether or not he should be going with me but i honestly dont think there is any harm in it.&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my friend was having a telly and once again i had to babysit so yes, Victor, came along. At first i was a little skeptical in whether he should go or not but 5 min later he was in my car on our way. It ended up being surrounded by my brother. We were watching him play xbox and taking pictures with him.. the works.. (lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so basically he is a great kid, gets along with everyone, and super trustworthy. i love him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103617169854966809-7748375406782683192?l=jennyy04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/feeds/7748375406782683192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1103617169854966809&amp;postID=7748375406782683192' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/7748375406782683192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/7748375406782683192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-younger-brother.html' title='My younger brother'/><author><name>Jennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08324976157453167365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1P5KdXqawBI/SRpoB7lr_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/6OQaZKzTFro/S220/l_584778f6afeb42df99e1397bc1e4a8-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103617169854966809.post-7216062010836978729</id><published>2008-10-05T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T21:43:10.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide..</title><content type='html'>So this is kind of a depressing subject to touch upon but i just got off the phone with a friend which told me he was having suicidal thoughts. I cant imagine why he would think this if he has the best family and friends. He says he isnt living with his parents anymore. His mother is leaving out of the country tomorrow and hes lonely all the time. Hes living with an uncle that is more like a stranger. This is all bad but the way i see it is that it can only get better and no matter what he has his friends beside him. But I guess everyone has a suicidal thought once in their life but im really worried about him. I gave him the best advice I could give him but really what am I supposed to say? Does he try to keep himself busy all the time? surround himself by friends? family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was extremely hard for me to hear these words coming out of his mouth. I dont understand why anyone would want to end their life? Yes life is hard at times but it always gets better. It isnt anything you cant live through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone has any suggestions that I can possibly tell him please share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103617169854966809-7216062010836978729?l=jennyy04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/feeds/7216062010836978729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1103617169854966809&amp;postID=7216062010836978729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/7216062010836978729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/7216062010836978729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/2008/10/suicide.html' title='Suicide..'/><author><name>Jennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08324976157453167365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1P5KdXqawBI/SRpoB7lr_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/6OQaZKzTFro/S220/l_584778f6afeb42df99e1397bc1e4a8-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103617169854966809.post-7152674515280654443</id><published>2008-09-28T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:53:04.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Two Thumbs Up"</title><content type='html'>Eagle eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on friday i decided to watch eagle eye. I have to say it is one of my favorite movies. The suspense and intensity is amazing.Shia is known for doing outstanding roles. He was in disturbia, transformers, and now eagle eye. He is not one to let down. So if anyone hasnt seen it i advise you to go see it. Trust me you wont regret it. I wonder if life is really like that? can the government see everything youre doing? tap into your phones? basically tap into your life? Wouldnt that be invasion of privacy? Well, i wont ruin the movie for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103617169854966809-7152674515280654443?l=jennyy04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/feeds/7152674515280654443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1103617169854966809&amp;postID=7152674515280654443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/7152674515280654443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/7152674515280654443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/2008/09/two-thumbs-up.html' title='&quot;Two Thumbs Up&quot;'/><author><name>Jennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08324976157453167365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1P5KdXqawBI/SRpoB7lr_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/6OQaZKzTFro/S220/l_584778f6afeb42df99e1397bc1e4a8-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103617169854966809.post-7452319220478684523</id><published>2008-09-15T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:15:06.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ever wonder?</title><content type='html'>have you ever sat down and thought how life would be if you didnt have a specific person in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, right about now im having those thoughts. How different life would be if i didnt have certain friends to turn to. How i might be a different person if they werent here. We were talking about identity in class on friday. It had me thinking and i truly believe choices and people mold your identity. Well, if someone has a part of your identity and they leave does that part leave with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for right now, i have a person in my life that just might leave tomorrow. He is a co worker and a friend. He helps out my family when ever we're in need. He honestly is a good person. There are always those little people in your life where you think that they dont have much impact in your life. This is the way i saw him, as julio the guy that comes over once in a while to visit my mom, and someone i see everyday at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has just told me the news that he might get deported. Im praying for him but noone ever knows. This has made me realize that life would be so much different without him.&lt;br /&gt;So cherish every moment you have with someone because you never know when they just might be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103617169854966809-7452319220478684523?l=jennyy04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/feeds/7452319220478684523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1103617169854966809&amp;postID=7452319220478684523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/7452319220478684523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/7452319220478684523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/2008/09/ever-wonder.html' title='ever wonder?'/><author><name>Jennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08324976157453167365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1P5KdXqawBI/SRpoB7lr_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/6OQaZKzTFro/S220/l_584778f6afeb42df99e1397bc1e4a8-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103617169854966809.post-7379152926292586096</id><published>2008-09-11T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:38:25.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion Part 2</title><content type='html'>continued..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the fine and muscular guy one walks across the terrace, I see heads turning and envy in everyones eyes. Let me tell you, for a little it was a mighty fine feeling. We find a seat and settle down. As soon as i get comfortable guy two comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well let me tell you that guy two is someone i was talking to for about 2 months. I can honestly tell you that i couldnt have been more happier, but as i believe, all good things come to an end. We ended off in bad terms. Unwanted words were spoken and 4 months went by with out a word to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So here he comes, the first time ive seen him in 4 months. For an unknown reason my heart begins to race. As this is happening im confused to as why. I have drilled in my head for 4 months that i have no feelings toward guy two. So he walks across and obviously doesnt look quite as handsome as guy one. Guy two walks up to me shines that unforgettable smile and says hi. I try really hard to act like that didnt just melt my heart and reply. He goes off to the other side of the house and I continue talking to guy one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Time goes by and I happen to bump into guy two more times than i should. It hadnt been coincidence. I noticed he would go out of his way to run into me. So next thing you know everyone has gotten thrown or jumped into the pool. It is very humid out so i decide i want to refresh myself a little. The bathing suit was a hit. Im honestly not the type for attention but i noticed thats what i got when i revealed it. Soon enough i was thrown in the pool. I get out and guy number two is standing in the edge. We take a long look at each other, get close and just walk by. That feeling crept through my body once again. I ignore it and continue dancing and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go back and forth from my friends and guy one. This is the first time hes ever met my friends so im trying to make him feel as comfortable as possible. Next, Im walking towards the pool and see guy two. I decide to walk over and sit right next to him. Theres this little awkward silence and  then he then tells me that i look beautiful. I didnt think that hearing those words would bring me so much joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much more is to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103617169854966809-7379152926292586096?l=jennyy04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/feeds/7379152926292586096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1103617169854966809&amp;postID=7379152926292586096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/7379152926292586096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/7379152926292586096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/2008/09/confusion-part-2.html' title='Confusion Part 2'/><author><name>Jennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08324976157453167365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1P5KdXqawBI/SRpoB7lr_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/6OQaZKzTFro/S220/l_584778f6afeb42df99e1397bc1e4a8-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103617169854966809.post-6422742590582694595</id><published>2008-09-07T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:25:56.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confusion</title><content type='html'>Have you ever thought so hard that you felt as if your head was going to explode?&lt;br /&gt;Well, this weekend was what i call confusing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started with one of my best friend's birthdays. Somehow he had  tricked us all into believeing that his birthday was actually going to be a week long.  So the birthday "bonanza" as he called it was truly a sight to behold, but the more personal events which surrounded my more private life were the most troubling of all.  It seems that lately i have had this power to get myself into situations that make me wish i was millions of miles away.  The fact that this birthday week was to culminate in a party that would put all other parties thrown that summer to shame, made for the perfect setting to my dillema.  Somehow i had succeded in getting two of the guys that i had either previously talked to or was currently talking to under the same roof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that crossed my mind was how awkward and annoying this was. &lt;br /&gt;Never in my wildest dreams would i think this situation would arize.  Little did I know that the bathing suit i had spent a whole day looking for would attract unwanted attention. I forgot to mention this was also going to be a pool party, which made things that much more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the day started and it all went well... everyone showed up and as the place began to get packed i imagined that somehow i would not have to run into any of them except for the one that I enthusiatically invited, we'll call him guy one, and he was actually one of the first to show up.  Looking great and muscular, i was obviously happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned and see what happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1103617169854966809-6422742590582694595?l=jennyy04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/feeds/6422742590582694595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1103617169854966809&amp;postID=6422742590582694595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/6422742590582694595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/6422742590582694595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/2008/09/confusion.html' title='Confusion'/><author><name>Jennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08324976157453167365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1P5KdXqawBI/SRpoB7lr_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/6OQaZKzTFro/S220/l_584778f6afeb42df99e1397bc1e4a8-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1103617169854966809.post-1742510503974478301</id><published>2008-09-02T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:28:30.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And it begins..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Hi my name is Jennifer but of course everyone calls me Jenny. Im majoring in nursing (neonatal to be specific). When i set my mind on something there isnt anything that will stop me from reaching my goal. I guess you can call me a bit ambishious. I come off as the shy girl, but once you get to know me its hard for me to stay shut. I have many friends and family, I love them with all my heart. I've been told im extremely nice, but thats not always a good quality to have (some people take it for granted). I'm very very open minded, which is always good. I LOVE to laugh so if anyone can bring a smile to my face you automatically get 2 thumbs up. I was born and raised in Miami, my mom is puerto rican and my dad is nicaraguan. Im guessing that pretty much sums me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*First day of school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up excited for the first day of college. I get into my car and soon enough I'm in bumper to bumper traffic. As I sit alone in my car I start to get those butterflies in my stomach. I finally get a chance to park and realize im 15 minutes late to my first class. The nerves shoot around my body, just the thought of walking into class and having everyone stare at you in silence. I came to realize that those are just the first day nerves. As soon as i sat down i felt as if i was exactly where i was supposed to be. Comfort easily slipped in. I went throughout my day with ease. I think college is going to be just fine and im awaiting for more new things to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i'm a first time blogger but it isnt as bad as it seems. Its a bit refreshing actually.&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/1103617169854966809-1742510503974478301?l=jennyy04.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/feeds/1742510503974478301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1103617169854966809&amp;postID=1742510503974478301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/1742510503974478301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1103617169854966809/posts/default/1742510503974478301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennyy04.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-it-begins.html' title='And it begins..'/><author><name>Jennyy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08324976157453167365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1P5KdXqawBI/SRpoB7lr_JI/AAAAAAAAABY/6OQaZKzTFro/S220/l_584778f6afeb42df99e1397bc1e4a8-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
