<?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-6108839026666283659</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:13:41.450-07:00</updated><category term='summer 2008'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='week'/><category term='pyt'/><category term='lindsay lohan'/><category term='jessica home'/><category term='list'/><category term='summer dreams'/><category term='yayyyyy'/><category term='rainy days'/><category term='quote'/><category term='inspiring for dreams'/><category term='sweet sweet sound by sarah reeves'/><category term='thanks to jessica biehl'/><category term='Miles to Go'/><category term='boring blog of jennifer'/><category term='thanks to kelly may'/><category term='i miss my friend'/><category term='thank god'/><category term='effects'/><category term='june 4 picture friends at movies'/><category term='hey'/><category term='mj'/><category term='jennifers like wednesday'/><category term='kings island'/><category term='working to be better'/><category term='people.'/><category term='desire'/><category term='hannah montana'/><category term='you don&apos;t know what I&apos;m talking about'/><category term='weekend activities'/><category term='yaaaayyyyy'/><category term='jonas brothers'/><category term='love my mom'/><category term='washington dc'/><category term='catnip'/><category term='mitchel musso'/><category term='i want'/><category term='sunday'/><category term='rip'/><category term='blogging addiction'/><category term='weather in ohio'/><category term='rock'/><category term='billy mays dies'/><category term='summer jessica lynn'/><category term='summer beginning plans friends'/><category term='michael jackson'/><category term='thoughts life path dream'/><category term='hate my life'/><category term='yay callback'/><category term='blast from the past'/><category term='dream'/><category term='thriller'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><category term='faith'/><category term='TFLN'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='missionaries en mi casa'/><category term='forever the sickest kids whoa oh'/><category term='movie'/><category term='expressions'/><category term='twitter i want followers'/><category term='book review'/><category term='cpdrc'/><category term='farrah fawcett'/><category term='ipod brother gone new'/><category term='audition'/><category term='reading list'/><category term='summer weather'/><category term='YoutTube video'/><category term='brandie'/><category term='stupid stupid stupid'/><category term='cat'/><category term='dont wanna be torn'/><category term='miley cyrus'/><category term='may 12 2009'/><title type='text'>Love is on its way</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8089763970406638741</id><published>2009-12-08T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:50:22.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring blog of jennifer'/><title type='text'>I'm baaack</title><content type='html'>I've decided to come out of blogging retirement..well it was more of a hiatus. But a lottt has happened since my last post. But why sit here and blog about the past..whether it was good, great, bad, or heart breaking. I must say I do feel like a part of me is missing. I know, Jennifer's back and she's complaining..I am. Buuut, it's weird. Something walks into your life and you never expect it to turn into what it does. Then again, you never expect it to end the way it did..or at the time that it did. Music is what keeps me alive these days. Every morning I wake up to music I leave playing all night. (I'm not gonna lie..I put Justin Bieber's song "One less lonely girl" on repeat and leave it on all night) and I put music on in the background while doing my school work, the rest of the day I'm singing it, and I listen to music in the endless hours before I fall asleep at night. It's what keeps me going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8089763970406638741?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8089763970406638741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-baaack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8089763970406638741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8089763970406638741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-baaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaack'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6374821251052605323</id><published>2009-10-08T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T10:33:07.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring blog of jennifer'/><title type='text'>Good Lord!</title><content type='html'>Sooo I'm really only on here because I skipped my school work the&lt;div&gt;past few days..I only did the bare minimum which would be assignments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to be turned in and not the 20 page reading lessons. (yes you read a TON&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with online schooling). Soo if you do the math...I have 6 classes. One lesson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;each day. I skipped some days, and I have todays, and then I'm doing tomorrow's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;work (well I was &lt;i&gt;planning&lt;/i&gt; on it anyway..) since I'll be gone all day. So as you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can see I'm kind of in a rut. I usually just do my school work every day and it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;takes an hour or less to complete it since I usually work on it late at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I decided to take my insomnia up on a more positive note and be productive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while I wait for sleep to come..) annnd now I've been sitting here since 11AM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(yes thats when I woke up) and its currently 1:30 PM and my attention, concentration,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;learning ability is gone for the day..and I still have 4 days of US government/Politics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left annnnd 3 days of Pre-calc. UGHHH too bad the average American attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;span is only 20 minutes...and continuing to fall. Or else maybe I'd be able&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to actually get this stuff done. I've been on every website I can possibly access&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to try and avoid this. &lt;b&gt;Apparently taking little "breaks" doesn't work. You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;basically just shut down your thinking status in your brain and its&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;impossible to get it back up and running. &lt;/b&gt; OH well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-6374821251052605323?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6374821251052605323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-lord.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6374821251052605323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6374821251052605323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-lord.html' title='Good Lord!'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-291366165350511342</id><published>2009-10-03T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T19:55:24.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><title type='text'>Its destiny</title><content type='html'>Never underestimate the power of &lt;b&gt;true love&lt;/b&gt;, my friends. &lt;div&gt;Life can be tough, hard, cruel, rough, unfair, misleading,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not as you would like it to be. But hang in there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If you're lucky enough to find that one person, the other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;half of your heart, your true soul mate...hold on to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And never let them go."No I have no experienced &lt;b&gt;true love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm only seventeen. But I do believe my soul mate is out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there. I may or may not have met him. I may have a hunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or I may be naive. But God is telling me to go on and be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;strong. This is the only life I'll ever get. The good lord&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made someone just for me. And He is watching me along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this long, endearing journey as I slowly make my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;along His path. And he smiles down upon me, like he is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight. And I return my heart felt smile. You should too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yes I had a very good night. It was probably one of the best in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am very happy and &lt;i&gt;nothing &lt;/i&gt; can bring me down right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MISS BRANDIE I HAVE SO MUCH TO TELL YOU :) (&amp;amp; YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN! )&lt;/b&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/6108839026666283659-291366165350511342?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/291366165350511342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-destiny.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/291366165350511342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/291366165350511342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-destiny.html' title='Its destiny'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-3439862210233811196</id><published>2009-10-01T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:14:20.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can somebody help me..</title><content type='html'>So I used to be a straight A student (with a few occasional B's, no biggie) and I used to stay up at night working on my school work for the next day or two or three. &lt;i&gt;That'&lt;/i&gt;s how crazy successful of a student I was. I don't know what's happening to me... I can't focus on my school work for &lt;b&gt;anything!&lt;/b&gt; No, not just my school work... I can't read leisurely like I used to, I just can't focus on what I'm reading. I can't practice my violin for as long as I used to. I used to be able to stand there and play for almost an hour, and now I can barely do it for 10, 15 minutes tops. My grades at the moment are at an all time low, I have 2 D's, 3 C's, and 1 B. JENNIFER LYNN ELIZABETH WICKMAN! How the heck are you supposed to get into college? I dunno =\ Right now I have 6 classes worth of work to get done but I just CAN'T. You guys don't understand. I can't look at anything like I used to. What's wrong with me?! I can't sleep at night. My average time of falling asleep is around 5AM. If its any sooner I consider myself lucky. I have this kind of 'anxious' feeling all the time. It's weird. I'm falling apart at the seams and I don't even know what's going on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-3439862210233811196?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/3439862210233811196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-somebody-help-mea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3439862210233811196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3439862210233811196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/10/can-somebody-help-mea.html' title='Can somebody help me..'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-5208331155056893290</id><published>2009-09-27T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:21:41.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><title type='text'>I've just realized</title><content type='html'>I've been lying to everybody who's asked me "why did you leave Harrison?" or "Why do you do school online?" I make up excuses like "it's something different" or "because I wanted to help my mom around the house more" (that last one was one of my points in presentation when I was trying to get out of school actually, I said I'd be able to help out around home more since I'd be there more...it worked apparently.) The one reason that was true was "I absolutely hated it there. I couldn't stand it." This is the sad truth that I am only going to tell and talk about ONE time. And that is in this blog. For once I don't care who sees this and I don't care what they think or say to others. This is something that I JUST realized &lt;b&gt;tonight. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;The truth is &lt;i&gt;I'm trying to grow up too fast.&lt;/i&gt; Well that is the over all case in point. Those are the only words I can think to summarize all of my thoughts and feelings that I was going through towards the end of my brick &amp;amp; mortar (term for a school building) days. I really did hate it there. It might have been the winter months that caused those ugly days, and the teachers that weren't giving me the grades I worked for, and the kids who lived to party and do drugs and what not. I couldn't stand being in that environment. I felt myself and my education deserved better. (not that I'm better than anyone at Harrison. I know I'm not the only one who feels the same way, I just actually &lt;i&gt;did something &lt;/i&gt; about it.) Anyway, I felt school tied me up. Around these months I had started getting lots of calls from agents and production companies that wanted ME to come and audition. No way was a rundown, bankrupt, nasty school building going to hold me back from my dreams. &lt;b&gt;And that is the absolute real reason &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I left school.&lt;/b&gt; I'm not sure if my mom knows that to be the reason. She may have a hunch that something with my mass calling for auditions had crossed my mind as a good reason to leave, but not the main one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today on Facebook, I saw a video of the 'flash mob' the psychology classes did in the lunch room. Seeing the school in full effect, I actually-for the first time ever- felt a longing to go back. I wanted to walk those halls again smiling at my friends as I passed them in between classes, socialize at lunch and during classes. Be able to feel the relief and freedom of driving home in the afternoons, having a reason to put make up on and dress nicely for people to actually&lt;i&gt; see me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;I will never again admit that I want to go back. It will never happen so it is worthless to even &lt;i&gt;try &lt;/i&gt;and persuade me. &lt;b&gt;It will never work. I'll never be back.&lt;/b&gt; I do wish I hadn't tried so hard to put my high school days behind me. I may have a little under two years left, but I cannot help but feel a little upset with the fact that I am not longer apart of the Harrison school community. I do feel left out. But that was a choice of my own. I wanted out so badly that I never thought I'd see the day that I would feel even the smallest amount of what I'm feeling now. I wouldn't say that I &lt;i&gt;regret &lt;/i&gt;leaving. I &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;like sleeping in, working for an hour or a little over on school work for the day, then having the rest of the day to myself. It's a sweet life. But not as sweet because you have no one to share it with...However, I will put this behind me and stick it out here at home through my graduation. Then it is off to college and away from this town forever, so why would it matter if I miss a year or two with people I may never see again? Like I said before &lt;i&gt;I'm trying to grow up too fast. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;All I think about is college, then after that, and whats next, and when I should get married(I haven't even met the guy yet!), and how old I should be to have kids, and so on. Those things shouldn't be in my head at all. I just turned 17. This is the prime time of my teenage years. Why the heck am I trying to sprint full speed ahead of them? This is the only life I've got, and I should wish for it to go as slowly as possible. Every adult tells me "you're only young once, so enjoy it as much as you can." If only I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-5208331155056893290?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/5208331155056893290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-just-realized.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5208331155056893290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5208331155056893290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/ive-just-realized.html' title='I&apos;ve just realized'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6147417858476671774</id><published>2009-09-23T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:50:04.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TFLN'/><title type='text'>Texts from Last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(46, 46, 46); font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I was too high to figure out which of the three doors would lead me to my classroom, so i sat down in the middle of the hallway and ate a twinkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh and discovery of the day is it's the channel, not the time on your cable box. Thought it was 2:16 for 4 hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; a girl in my class is on a twilight fan site and running her fingers on the screen as edwards body comes up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I just got three quarters of the way there before I realized I was way too stoned for class so I bought a smoothie and walked home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;you ate skittles off the table like a hungry hungry hippo. it was awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; if i died would you start the facebook group?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(46, 46, 46); "&gt;He about cried when I ordered pizza online. He said it was a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;The karaoke bar doesnt have electric avenue. Ill just have to pick another song and sing the lyrics to electric avenue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;LETS GO REDSKINS!&lt;br /&gt;- Quit drinking and watching your DVR, it's wednesday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt; Sometimes when i'm at a cross roads in life, i think about what i would want my lifetime movie to show what i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;all i remember thinking as i was puking my intestines out is : wow.. this toilet does look like it's from the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;some girl that im facebook friends with has H1N1, im scared to even go to her facebook page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;youre talking to a girl on facebook chat right now and im sitting behind her in class lol. creepy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:verdana, serif;font-size:130%;color:#2E2E2E;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;How did people poop without Blackberrys?&lt;br /&gt;- Motorola Razers?&lt;br /&gt;- Stone age, man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6108839026666283659-6147417858476671774?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6147417858476671774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6147417858476671774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6147417858476671774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='Texts from Last night'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-1207190654441102896</id><published>2009-09-20T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:42:34.170-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaaaayyyyy'/><title type='text'>Meet Blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So after eating at Olive Garden for my birthday dinner (9 days late but hey, better late than never..), My mom had this brilliant idea to stop at Petsmart just to look at the kitties and doggies since we didn't feel like just going home. Well there was one tiny little kitten all alone in her cage and me being the amazing little girl who can make it look like her heart is breaking at the thought of leaving a kitten behind (for those of you who remember me talking about Summer from the no-kill animal shelter a few months ago..it was a sad heartbreaking ending..) and I wasn't about to have that happen a second time. So when we were holding her of course we fell in love. I named her Blanket 30 seconds after we first saw her and I knew if there was the slightest chance to get her I had to name her, and fast. Well it just so happens that during dinner the name Blanket, as in Michael Jackson's son, had come up and I declared this to be the name of my next dog...well it apparently ended up being a kitten that I'd unknowingly have within the hour. But the story behind the Blanket Jackson is Michael said the purpose behind it was "blanket of love". So for those of you who made fun of the child or my new kitten, think of that saying because I think it is a beautiful thing. Gorgeous. Blanket is now sleeping on a blanket right beside me and I could not be happier. I just hope the vet lets us know that she is healthy and won't contaminate the many other animals we have at the zoo here in my house. (4 dogs, now 4 cats, 2 gerbils, and one tiny robo dwarf hamster.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sra9vOpEl0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/se9nxomYWfQ/s1600-h/31094249-1bbf7d6e845cb41435b0a1a8ea61d4ba.4ab6bc32-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sra9vOpEl0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/se9nxomYWfQ/s320/31094249-1bbf7d6e845cb41435b0a1a8ea61d4ba.4ab6bc32-full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383699023649871682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sra9ugEkOCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EBrrvnUByyg/s1600-h/31097185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sra9ugEkOCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EBrrvnUByyg/s320/31097185.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383699011148724258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sra9t-efCEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PVW0IP3DcSU/s1600-h/31097692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sra9t-efCEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/PVW0IP3DcSU/s320/31097692.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383699002130630722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-1207190654441102896?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/1207190654441102896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-blanket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1207190654441102896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1207190654441102896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-blanket.html' title='Meet Blanket'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sra9vOpEl0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/se9nxomYWfQ/s72-c/31094249-1bbf7d6e845cb41435b0a1a8ea61d4ba.4ab6bc32-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8528198838420842718</id><published>2009-09-10T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:46:28.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>"Mommywood" Tori Spelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqlIl1UI8GI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZHsJcjZw28I/s1600-h/mommywood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqlIl1UI8GI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZHsJcjZw28I/s320/mommywood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379911044674678882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her books just keep getting better and better. This book was mostly about her and her husband, Dean McDermott having kids and becoming a family, finding the right place to live together, making all of her mother/wife dreams come true, work, her show, he first book, her friends, where she lives, the problems she encounters on a daily basis, her creativity, her moments of embarassment, her children growing up, (well for the past year or two since they're young), her mother, her first book, her life as she has it and loves it. There's not much more to it for me to tell you about. Tori Spelling has an interesting life that the world loves watching on TV and reading in her books. And I'm just one of those people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8528198838420842718?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8528198838420842718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/mommywood-tori-spelling.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8528198838420842718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8528198838420842718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/mommywood-tori-spelling.html' title='&quot;Mommywood&quot; Tori Spelling'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqlIl1UI8GI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZHsJcjZw28I/s72-c/mommywood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-2615916409537798155</id><published>2009-09-08T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:40:39.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring blog of jennifer'/><title type='text'>Feel free to laugh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqZstSmmSOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3KSGOBZumKU/s1600-h/DSCN0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqZstSmmSOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3KSGOBZumKU/s320/DSCN0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379106330284280034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who cares I have a 108% in my Fine Art course right now.&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I just finished my first still life for a studio this year and we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;are to take a digital picture of the artwork and send it in to our teacher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am no artist myself, but I try my best anyway. I thought I'd share with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all of you on here my final piece and see what you think. I'm not sure how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good/fair/poorly I did on it, but I'll find out soon enough once its evaluated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-2615916409537798155?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/2615916409537798155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-free-to-laugh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2615916409537798155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2615916409537798155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/feel-free-to-laugh.html' title='Feel free to laugh...'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqZstSmmSOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/3KSGOBZumKU/s72-c/DSCN0119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-1291296394473782835</id><published>2009-09-08T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:36:25.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>"Crash Into Me"  Albert Borris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqZrFaJPO_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dkfz8RD3kzU/s1600-h/crash-into-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqZrFaJPO_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dkfz8RD3kzU/s320/crash-into-me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379104545602223090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If any of you have ever heard of Ellen Hopkins (author herself), she gave some insight on this book and shared her own personal knowledge with this author, Albert Borris. I read this book one day a work and it was a bit bizarre to be completely honest. I was good no doubt, just different than the perky romance stories I'm used to reading. This book is about four teens who have all attempted suicide yet failed and are now on a road trip to see the grave sites of their idols who have committed suicide as well. Once they see all four graves, their journey is said to end in Death Valley, CA...I'm sure you know what they plan on doing there; therefore I won't need to say the gruesome truth. These four teens share their stories with each other along the way. The hardships of their lives, their attempts to take themselves from this Earth, all the pain and suffering behind what the public eye sees. It may be a little depressing, but it has its happy and cheery (if you can call them that) moments as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-1291296394473782835?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/1291296394473782835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/crash-into-me-albert-borris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1291296394473782835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1291296394473782835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/crash-into-me-albert-borris.html' title='&quot;Crash Into Me&quot;  Albert Borris'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqZrFaJPO_I/AAAAAAAAAJg/dkfz8RD3kzU/s72-c/crash-into-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-4341722477497474271</id><published>2009-09-08T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:32:07.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>"Message in a Bottle" Nicholas Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqZpvIq7WdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SwurgI7NO84/s1600-h/message_bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqZpvIq7WdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SwurgI7NO84/s320/message_bottle.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379103063442938322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've never seen the movie to this book, so I can't tell you the differences and similarities or whether I liked one over the other. So I'll just tell you my opinions on this book. Of course, it's Nicholas Sparks, therefore I loved it. I seem to fall in love with all of his novels. What's new? I'm sure I'm not the only one. The only other love stories I can stand to read are Stephanie Meyer's 'Twilight' series. (*thousands of teenage girls screaming*) This book touched on the subject of death from the beginning. Garrett is a man in his thirties living life day to day suffering from the pain of his wife who died a few years ago. Theresa comes down to visit him to see the man who wrote the heartfelt letters full of grief and pain she uncovered one day. For anyone who's had a long distance relationship, this novel touches on the hardships of that...as if being in love with your deceased wife and a new woman wasn't hard enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-4341722477497474271?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/4341722477497474271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/message-in-bottle-nicholas-sparks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4341722477497474271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4341722477497474271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/message-in-bottle-nicholas-sparks.html' title='&quot;Message in a Bottle&quot; Nicholas Sparks'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SqZpvIq7WdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SwurgI7NO84/s72-c/message_bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8720201304277956223</id><published>2009-09-08T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T07:25:07.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><title type='text'>Why not</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; font-size: 11px; "&gt;You think you're going nowhere when you're walking down the street.&lt;br /&gt;Acting like you just don't care when life could be so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;So why you wanna be like that, This is nothing new .&lt;br /&gt;You're not foolin no one you're not even foolin you.&lt;br /&gt;So walk a little slower and open up your eyes;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes its so hard to see the good things pass you by&lt;br /&gt;There may never be a sign no flashing neon light tellin you to make your move&lt;br /&gt;or when the time is right. So why not take crazy chance? why not do a crazy dance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you lose the moment you might lose a l&lt;/i&gt;ot so why not.&lt;br /&gt;instead of listenin' to your heart you do just what you're told&lt;br /&gt;if you keep waiting where you are oh what you'll never know&lt;br /&gt;You'll never get to heaven or even to LA if you don't beleive there's a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not take a star from the sky why not spread your wings and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;t might take a little and it might take alot But why not why not&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/6108839026666283659-8720201304277956223?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8720201304277956223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8720201304277956223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8720201304277956223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-not.html' title='Why not'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8275590457857967666</id><published>2009-09-05T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:48:12.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring blog of jennifer'/><title type='text'>I must finish what I started</title><content type='html'>So just by looking at my blog you can see that I post reviews on the books&lt;div&gt;I've read. Wellll, I seem to have fallen a little bit behind. It's a lot of work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for me to sit here, get a picture of the cover from google, recollect the book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;type my thoughts/opinions/ feelings, and then do it again for the next book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if anyone even cares that I do that, but it makes me feel like a-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well I don't know really, but a-something-important. And I kinda like knowing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people's opinions before I read a book so I don't know if anyone else agrees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or if I'm just weird-could be. But anywho:I'll play catch up sometime this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekend. I saw Miss Brandie Renee Potzick posted a blog that she hasn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forgotten about life here and I decided I should follow her idea and do the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;same because it's rude to leave 7 blog followers hanging. (I'm not sure if its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7, but thats my guess). Anywayssss enjoy your labor day weekend everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*If you're going anywhere please tell me so I can be jealous while I stay here. =\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8275590457857967666?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8275590457857967666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-must-finish-what-i-started.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8275590457857967666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8275590457857967666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-must-finish-what-i-started.html' title='I must finish what I started'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8502250089638916163</id><published>2009-08-28T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T06:48:27.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring blog of jennifer'/><title type='text'>Is this a bad thing??</title><content type='html'>-Something inside of me has changed-&lt;div&gt;No, not physically. And not really mentally either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you could say emotionally...?? Possibly.. I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But something is very much different. A part of me wishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could just get my GED and be done with my academics; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the other part of me is slapping myself silly with that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought. &lt;i&gt;Who are you kidding? &lt;/i&gt;A good education is what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is most important here. Why would you throw that away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stupid.  Of course I want to go to college. Of course I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know where and what for. But why does it have to be so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da-gone expensive? A decent college costs as much as a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house these days. I can't make my parents pay for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-But in the mean time-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other things have changed in such a short while it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as if it happened over night..I guess that's possible. You see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something from a different point of view or something new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opens your eyes and you can change like *that*. I don't really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;feel comfortable saying exactly &lt;i&gt;what did change me&lt;/i&gt;, but it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something that made things that seemed important once to me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now seem pointless. I don't feel that I need to be an A-list social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel that texting to my close friends once in awhile will suffice for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hanging out with all of my friends (close and not so close) every &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weekend or free day I have. I guess it's because my sister is pretty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;much my best friend and I'm with her all the time so it feels like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm always with my closest friend. Sure I have others, but I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like they don't make too much of an effort anymore, so why should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I? Sure friendships and relationships need a little work from both&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sides, but they shouldn't have to be &lt;i&gt;forced.&lt;/i&gt; I guess I'm more focused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on my future and where I'm heading with my life as opposed to living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now and trying to make time stand still. It's not possible-&lt;b&gt;so why try?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8502250089638916163?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8502250089638916163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-this-bad-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8502250089638916163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8502250089638916163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-this-bad-thing.html' title='Is this a bad thing??'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8551284921695008359</id><published>2009-08-27T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T16:01:15.553-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><title type='text'>August 26-27</title><content type='html'>Sooo as you all probably know I went to Columbus yesterday&lt;div&gt;and last night to see the Jonas Brothers perform. My mom, sister,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I left yesterday afternoon. We ate dinner then Jess and I got ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and headed to the concert. Honor Society and the Wonder Girls &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opened for them. (due to schedule conflicts Jordan Sparks couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;perform) but the highlight of my night was seeing those three&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;boys work their magic on stage. Jess and I were in the third row&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we got some awesome pictures that I put on facebook. The videos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I posted on my youtube channel (http://www.youtube.com/xjenniferlynnx).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an amazing night. One of the best parts was when Joe and Kevin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were on this rise thing and they were spraying people with guns that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shot out white foam. So since we were so close they sprayed us. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life they were on went in a big circle and when they were right above us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kevin looked down at me while squirting us and I blew him a kiss. (he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;may not be Nick or Joe even, but still..) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But of course after an AHMAZEINGG night there has to be something bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happen. And I awoke in the middle of the night with a burning feeling in my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chest and stomach. Then later on came the sharp pain on my ride side by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my hip bone. After a miserablely long ride back, my mom took me to our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;family doctor and they told me to go to Childrens Hospital asap. Wow, way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to scare a kid people. I got an ultrasound (which was miserable since they make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you have a full bladder and they push on it the whole time) and they were looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to see if I had appendicitis. I didn't -THANK YOU GOD.- But they did discover a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cyst I had. While they were pushing on my appendix it ruptured. Luckily, the fluid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was clear so they let me go and I am now in pain for the next week or so. Oh well,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a life changing night last night and nothing can bring me down. Not even a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ruptured cyst that hurts like the dickens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8551284921695008359?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8551284921695008359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-26-27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8551284921695008359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8551284921695008359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-26-27.html' title='August 26-27'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-4112404581914062132</id><published>2009-08-22T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:51:45.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>"You Are Here" Jennifer E. Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SpCRu3dlP4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6pJM51Ol714/s1600-h/you-are-here.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SpCRu3dlP4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6pJM51Ol714/s320/you-are-here.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372954589801037698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book was interesting. It wasn't as much of a romance story as I thought it would be, but it was still pretty good. Emma discovers she had a twin brother who died a few days after birth and she realizes this could be why she feels so lonely in life. Peter is miserable without his mother and just his father who he feels he isn't good enough for. Emma sets off to see her brother's grave and Peter joins her on the road trip. The two get to know each other along the way. I must say my favorite character is the three-legged stray dog they pick up along the way. I have a soft spot for animals and he is the cutest and best of friends. If I had to rate this book, I'd probably give it a 2 1/2 -3 stars (out of 5). Maybe it's just because it interrupted my Nicholas Sparks kick, I don't know. But it was still pretty good, especially since it only took me a day of work to read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-4112404581914062132?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/4112404581914062132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-here-jennifer-e-smith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4112404581914062132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4112404581914062132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-are-here-jennifer-e-smith.html' title='&quot;You Are Here&quot; Jennifer E. Smith'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SpCRu3dlP4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/6pJM51Ol714/s72-c/you-are-here.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-5613393135556869006</id><published>2009-08-21T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:56:10.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>"The Choice" Nicholas Sparksw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/So8w9UsH6aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bVm8_DPa1CE/s1600-h/n222460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/So8w9UsH6aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bVm8_DPa1CE/s320/n222460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372566710560221602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nicholas Sparks is, without a doubt, my favorite author. This book, however, has been my favorite of his so far. I absolutely &lt;i&gt;loved &lt;/i&gt; this book. It so realistic and I loved this love story. It was written a little different of a format than most of his other books. It was heart-wrenching and tear jerking. It touched my heart and will touch yours too. There are a few unexpected twists that can either end very bad or exceptionally good. Everyone wants and hopes for a fairy tail ending. This book was so amazing that I actually couldn't &lt;i&gt;wait &lt;/i&gt;to get to work. Which is weird for me. There's not much else to say about this book other than its a really great romance novel and I thoroughly enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-5613393135556869006?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/5613393135556869006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/choice-nicholas-sparksw.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5613393135556869006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5613393135556869006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/choice-nicholas-sparksw.html' title='&quot;The Choice&quot; Nicholas Sparksw'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/So8w9UsH6aI/AAAAAAAAAIo/bVm8_DPa1CE/s72-c/n222460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-3589068336373021750</id><published>2009-08-17T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T10:27:13.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><title type='text'>ugaahh</title><content type='html'>School. Work.&lt;div&gt;School. Dr. apt. Work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School. Work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day off!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it starts all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-3589068336373021750?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/3589068336373021750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugaahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3589068336373021750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3589068336373021750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/ugaahh.html' title='ugaahh'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6862431503727196201</id><published>2009-08-16T06:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T06:30:16.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Wow.</title><content type='html'>It just hit me as I woke up this morning that today is my &lt;i&gt;last day of summer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;(not that my school is that demanding, but its no summer vacation either..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course I'm not quite ready for school. For starters; my printer isn't working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there goes half of my school work right there. When I found out that I could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;graduate after this year-I'd have enough credits-I was excited at first. One less&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;year of school work. But then I really got to thinking and didn't know if I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; to. What would I do with my "Senior year". Work? Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to college a year early? Leave and go live by myself and get a job? Well I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;figured this all out thanks to a song. Yes, &lt;b&gt;a song.&lt;/b&gt; I now have made all the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decisions to the questions that have been haunting me for the past few&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;weeks. I know what I want to do with my future. And for that, I started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to cry when I made that realization. Yes, I cried. But that's just the type of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;person I am. Accept me. For I now know which way my life is going. (or rather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which way I &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; it to go.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-6862431503727196201?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6862431503727196201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/woww.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6862431503727196201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6862431503727196201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/woww.html' title='Wow.'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-4167306158504157716</id><published>2009-08-14T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T13:31:00.100-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring blog of jennifer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>Why I had a good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SoXJe_oBtOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xGLMIFC6A38/s1600-h/N13-4524-main01-mpl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SoXJe_oBtOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xGLMIFC6A38/s320/N13-4524-main01-mpl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369919665021760738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+So work is getting better. I'm getting the hang of it and it's getting easier.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+My mom is in a good mood (despite the massive cleaning for our party tomorrow)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+We have our family picnic tomorrow and I'm excited to see my cousin and her baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+I get to sleep in tomorrow morning!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+My sister comes home Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+My dad took me shopping today and bought me a new digital camera-see picture- as an early birthday present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+I'm one day closer than yesterday to the Jonas Brothers concert!!! (3rd ROW BABY)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+My mom is making all of my favorite foods for tomorrow. Yummy yummy for Jennifer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+I'm currently watching The O.C. (which is guaranteed for me to be in a good mood)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+TGIF. Which means its the weekend and I don't have to work until Monday night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;+PEREZ HILTON RETWEETED TO ME ON TWITTER!!! &lt;b&gt;boo-yah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm excited about other things but I can't remember them at the time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-4167306158504157716?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/4167306158504157716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-i-had-good-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4167306158504157716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4167306158504157716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/why-i-had-good-day.html' title='Why I had a good day'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SoXJe_oBtOI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xGLMIFC6A38/s72-c/N13-4524-main01-mpl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-744520980009566202</id><published>2009-08-13T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:28:22.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>"sTORI Telling" Tori Spelling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SoRnbqO6xaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lxaiym9Te_4/s1600-h/stori-teling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SoRnbqO6xaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lxaiym9Te_4/s320/stori-teling.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369530380623463842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you enjoy watching &lt;i&gt;Tori &amp;amp; Dean:Home sweet Hollywood&lt;/i&gt; on 'Oxygen', then you'll love this book. I thought the show was stupid until I actually sat down and watched it. I loved it! And then I decided to read the book written by Tori Spelling herself. (this is her first of two books). I was interested in reading about her life told from her point of view and her side of the story; apart from what you see on T.V. and read in the tabloids. Tori has seen and done and experienced so much in her life I can now see why she is the person that she is today. She talks about her famous T.V. producer of a father and his spoiled wife who is a not-so-great mother, her acting career and how she got started, her relationships (which make me want to scream at her "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?!"), and how she met her soulmate and current husband, and having her first child (Liam Aaron McDermott). I enjoyed this book and I am currently waiting for the library to call and let me know that her 2nd book, &lt;i&gt;Mommywood&lt;/i&gt;, has arrived for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW:I'm, ironically, watching &lt;i&gt;Tori &amp;amp; Dean: Home sweet Hollywood &lt;/i&gt;as I'm writing this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-744520980009566202?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/744520980009566202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/stori-telling-tori-spelling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/744520980009566202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/744520980009566202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/stori-telling-tori-spelling.html' title='&quot;sTORI Telling&quot; Tori Spelling'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SoRnbqO6xaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lxaiym9Te_4/s72-c/stori-teling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8189551862137989211</id><published>2009-08-11T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T17:00:26.732-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring blog of jennifer'/><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>Lets see hereeee:&lt;div&gt;-Heath ledger's quote "Can you put a price on your dreams?" (as heard in &lt;i&gt;Dr. Ingoriums Wonder&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; Emporium &lt;/i&gt;trailer) is sticking in my head right now and I'm pretty sure God has something to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; with this, as in it's a sign for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have an eye exam tomorrow which I'm really getting stressed/anxious about because I hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; how they dilate the pupils. eeeekk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have to work for the &lt;b&gt;first time &lt;/b&gt;by myself for a shift tomorrow. eeeeeekk (again!)&amp;amp; I have to drive to work with dilated pupils (zoinksss)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My sister is in Michigan for the week with her boyfriend so that's one less week of being with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; her before she goes back to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-This Saturday is our family picnic that we have each year with my mom's side of the family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I guess I should be really looking forward to it...but I'm not as excited as I &lt;i&gt;should &lt;/i&gt;be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I don't really expect anyone to care while reading this, I just wanted to vent and Twitter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only lets me enter 140 characters at a time...annnd I've been tweeting a lot today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My school lessons open next Monday (Aug. 17) So that is the start of my school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I go to the JONAS BROTHERS CONCERT in two weeks!! (WED. AUG 26) in Columbus, OH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as you are probably already aware..&lt;b&gt;I AM SO PUMPED! &lt;/b&gt;WOOHOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I've been experiencing random nauseous moments, head aches, blacking out, light headedness, high blood pressure (which is EXTREMELY rare for me.), and fatigue-for the past few weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and it's not getting better (YES, I'm complaining. I apologize. You don't have to read this though, that's all YOUR choice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I haven't really hung out with my friends in awhile since I started working..and also I don't feel like it too much because of me being weirdly ill (-at times-). And plus is the "end of summer blues"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I haven't been reading as much as I normally do. Now the only times I read are at work. (which is a lot of free time, but still!) My library holds are all coming in and here I am slacking on my reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I really want to get back into my violin lessons that I took a break from back towards the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; of June. I just don't have time (or the will) to practice..and that makes me disappointed in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; myself because it's been a part of my life since I was a little kid (4th grade..thats a ways back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I want it to remain a part of my life for a long, long time. *Sighhh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Today I had a bad head ache so I didn't go to work and guess what...I'm still sitting in my PJ's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it's almost 8 o'clock (PM!) I know-bum right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The best part of my days (the time I look forward to the &lt;i&gt;absolute most&lt;/i&gt;) is at night when I am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lying in my bed trying to fall asleep..but I think by now both me AND MY BRAIN know I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want to sleep..I lie there and day dream (well its night time,so &lt;i&gt;night &lt;/i&gt;dream) about how I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would &lt;b&gt;love love love love love &lt;i&gt;truly&lt;/i&gt; love&lt;/b&gt; my life to be. The song affects my mood and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures I see in my head. I guess your life can be considered "unsatisfactory" when you actually&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look forward to &lt;i&gt;dreaming.&lt;/i&gt; Didn't Dr. Seuss once say "You know your life is great, when you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't want to go to sleep because reality is better than your dreams." ** (something like that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well in this case, it is actually the &lt;i&gt;opposite.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I live on a one-day-at-a-time basis. I easily get anxious, stressed, worried, concerned, upset &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with the future and I can drive myself &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt; just thinking about it. 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&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/6108839026666283659-8189551862137989211?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8189551862137989211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/rambling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8189551862137989211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8189551862137989211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8366068933262360685</id><published>2009-08-11T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T15:20:56.616-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Heath Ledger's last film (trailer)</title><content type='html'>http://perezhilton.com/2009-08-11-first-trailer-of-heath-ledgers-last-film&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw this on Perez's website and it made me sentimental.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless Heath Ledger (Rest in peace). &amp;amp; his family and friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I can't wait for this movie to come out. I really want to see the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last production project of Heath Ledger. He was (and will always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be)my favorite actor of all time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admire Johnny Depp, Jude Law, and Colin Farrell for stepping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in once Heath Ledger passed. God bless you three as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8366068933262360685?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8366068933262360685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/heath-ledgers-last-film-trailer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8366068933262360685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8366068933262360685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/heath-ledgers-last-film-trailer.html' title='Heath Ledger&apos;s last film (trailer)'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-1445613259746685357</id><published>2009-08-07T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T14:55:16.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>"are u 4 real?"  Sara Kadefors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SnyiFkupuXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kE80SBQ3NHk/s1600-h/1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SnyiFkupuXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kE80SBQ3NHk/s320/1_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367343072561183090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took me three days to read this book. (and I only read it during my free time at work..) It was definately a novel about teen romance. Two people from different places, with different lives meet in a chat room one night while they're both feeling upset. They take comfort in becoming virtual friends. They meet in real life. Of course every friendship has its own bumps in the roads. I wasn't sure how to book was going to end as I was reading at that point. All I knew was how I &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; it to end. I'm a sucker for sappy, honky-dory, happily ever after-type endings. I recommend this book if you are bored and want just a story to read about teens finding themselves and finding each other. There's not really much else to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-1445613259746685357?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/1445613259746685357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-u-4-real-sara-kadefors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1445613259746685357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1445613259746685357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/are-u-4-real-sara-kadefors.html' title='&quot;are u 4 real?&quot;  Sara Kadefors'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SnyiFkupuXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/kE80SBQ3NHk/s72-c/1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-3298015941344053597</id><published>2009-08-07T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T06:44:35.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><title type='text'>Warning</title><content type='html'>I'm just gonna put this out there, but for those of you&lt;div&gt;who don't have a job..&lt;b&gt;.keep it that way. &lt;/b&gt;Jobs suckk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soo baddd. Yes,this blog is just going to be me complaining&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about having a job. You literally sit there staring at the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clock thinking "move faster move faster" and you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;actually WANT to go home..no matter how bad you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate it there. :\ You go to bed at night thinking "uggg I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have to work tomorrow". Then you wake up in the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all happy and honky dory and then you remember "UGG I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have to work today!" I find myself wishing someone would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;invent a 'Fast Forward' button for my life; just so I can &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fast forward through the hours I work. Sure you get paid, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when it all comes down to it, you just want to remain a kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at heart for as long as you possibly can. So if you don't have a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;job-REJOICE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-3298015941344053597?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/3298015941344053597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/warning.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3298015941344053597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3298015941344053597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/warning.html' title='Warning'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6027203328009291736</id><published>2009-08-04T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:56:49.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>"The Chosen One" Carol Lynch Williams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Snjl9RAvajI/AAAAAAAAAII/j8QUq1j9D_w/s1600-h/n319147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Snjl9RAvajI/AAAAAAAAAII/j8QUq1j9D_w/s320/n319147.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366291796713237042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"The Chosen One" is a novel that has a very different style apart from all the other books I've read in my life. I did, however, find it intriguing. It was pretty good to be set in a different type of lifestyle. It's the culture where they assign people who they marry. Young teens must marry older men. And those men must have at least three wives to go to heaven (or so they believe). Thirteen year old Kyra must marry her 60 year old uncle. Yet, she is in love with a young boy her age. It is against the Prophet to see him, however. They sneak out when it's dark. The boy, Joshua, tries to set it up so that he can Choose her and be her husband. The Prophet does not agree to this and Joshua is forced to flee leaving Kyra behind with only his promise to come back for her. Kyra has no choice but to leave, or marry her uncle.  Reading this makes me grateful for our country giving us choices and guaranteed freedoms and rights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-6027203328009291736?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6027203328009291736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/chosen-one-carol-lynch-williams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6027203328009291736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6027203328009291736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/chosen-one-carol-lynch-williams.html' title='&quot;The Chosen One&quot; Carol Lynch Williams'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Snjl9RAvajI/AAAAAAAAAII/j8QUq1j9D_w/s72-c/n319147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-287278951683901050</id><published>2009-08-04T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T15:02:36.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>e.E. Charlton Trujillo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sniu0QyEVuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rAr_1y3QxsM/s1600-h/prizefighter_en_mi_casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sniu0QyEVuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rAr_1y3QxsM/s320/prizefighter_en_mi_casa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366231168893343458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sniu0WyK3DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/eFD-NaUANgk/s1600-h/11282856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sniu0WyK3DI/AAAAAAAAAH4/eFD-NaUANgk/s320/11282856.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366231170504383538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e.E. Charlton Trujillo (AKA Unis) is the director of the (*hopefully* soon to be) T.V. drama "Fallen".&lt;div&gt;After working with her in her latest production in July 2009 I decided to read her two published books. They are short, yet full of emotions. They have similarities although she wrote them as separate stories. Unis is from Texas, therefore the stories take place in Texas. As I was reading these books, I couldn't believe the woman I had just worked with (and throughout the long filming days-randomly chatting with) had written these stories! It's truly amazing to know someone then read their work. I loved these books and I really think you guys would too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-287278951683901050?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/287278951683901050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/ee-charlton-trujillo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/287278951683901050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/287278951683901050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/ee-charlton-trujillo.html' title='e.E. Charlton Trujillo'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Sniu0QyEVuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rAr_1y3QxsM/s72-c/prizefighter_en_mi_casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6621027704801720294</id><published>2009-08-04T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:46:32.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>"If the Witness Lied" Caroline B. Cooney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SnirV-4szEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pC3V-wuo88c/s1600-h/n288208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SnirV-4szEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pC3V-wuo88c/s320/n288208.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366227350158363714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book has an antagonist from Hell. I have never wanted to be &lt;i&gt;inside&lt;/i&gt; a story, just so I can personally strangle the bad person myself. I kid you not. This book shows the true bonds of family love. Siblings must stick together to conquer their one and true enemy. Of course they're just kids trying to get through life after their parents died. Their mother was developing cancer while pregnant with the youngest sibling, Tris. The kemotherapy would kill her baby so she made the selfless decision to let the cancer take its course just so her baby can live. However, at the age of 2, Tris is said to have accidentally released the emergency brake in his father's jeep (while his father was searching for something underneath it), ending up killing his own father as well. -OR- did the one and only witness lie about the "accident"? Is she out to ruin their lives? &lt;b&gt;Yes she is.&lt;/b&gt; I loved reading the bonds of these three children trying to survive these tough times when no one will listen to them. This is a short book that takes no time at all to read. I loved it and it made me go and hug my brother and sister once I finished it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-6621027704801720294?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6621027704801720294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-witness-lied-caroline-b-cooney.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6621027704801720294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6621027704801720294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-witness-lied-caroline-b-cooney.html' title='&quot;If the Witness Lied&quot; Caroline B. Cooney'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SnirV-4szEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/pC3V-wuo88c/s72-c/n288208.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-75783213411799685</id><published>2009-08-04T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:41:00.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>"The Lucky One" :Nicholas Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SniqK3V4A2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/nsSg_ZzPndw/s1600-h/lucky_one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SniqK3V4A2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/nsSg_ZzPndw/s320/lucky_one.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366226059643061090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a rainy day what else is there to do but read? I read Nicholas Sparks' "The Lucky One", and just like all of his other novels, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I was sad to come to the end because I fell in love with the characters. It's extra easy to take sides with the good people in this book. There is no contest. The antagonist does tend to make you want to throw the book at the wall, but the ending is truly satisfying. The climax was in an unusual place-it was at &lt;i&gt;the end&lt;/i&gt; of the book. The whole story ending and conclusion to events is in the last 5-10 pages. I have loved EVERY novel by Nicholas Sparks. Truly inspirational.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-75783213411799685?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/75783213411799685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucky-one-nicholas-sparks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/75783213411799685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/75783213411799685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucky-one-nicholas-sparks.html' title='&quot;The Lucky One&quot; :Nicholas Sparks'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SniqK3V4A2I/AAAAAAAAAHo/nsSg_ZzPndw/s72-c/lucky_one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-7470595177861107366</id><published>2009-08-02T16:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:39:07.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><title type='text'>weekend away</title><content type='html'>It was so nice to go to a different town and get away.&lt;div&gt;It was well overdue. Unfortunately, the missionaries came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while I was away and my mom got the pleasure of telling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;them how much of a handful I am, and how childish I am,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and how I have no sense of mind, @#$%&amp;amp;^*. My brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was the one who informed me of that...because my mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;won't even talk to me. I texted her Friday on my way to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indianapolis and told her about the situation thinking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she'd forget about it by the time we got back. WRONG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she called and was nOT HAPPY WHATSOEVER. And now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as I am back home, she is still not happy with me. And by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not happy I mean FURIOUS. sdgkjndafnadfjgh What am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I going to do? My goal for this week is to spend as little&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time at home as possible. Give her time to cool off. yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-7470595177861107366?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/7470595177861107366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-away.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7470595177861107366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7470595177861107366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/08/weekend-away.html' title='weekend away'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-2946699306141754583</id><published>2009-07-29T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T18:17:49.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missionaries en mi casa'/><title type='text'>Oh good Lord</title><content type='html'>I saw this commercial to get a free Bible so I went to&lt;div&gt;the website to request one. After typing in all of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my information and requesting my free Bible, a notice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pops up and says missionaries will arrive in a few days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLY GOD. I'd like the free Bible and all, thats great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But missionaries en mi casa? THEY DIDN'T SAY THAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ON THE COMMERCIAL OR BEFORE I ENTERED MY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ADDRESS AND AGE AND ALL. Can I sue this company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for sending strangers to my house? I know that'd be a sin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to sue a religious, non-profit organization...but they should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;warn you that they're sending friggen missionaries to your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;house! Remind me to tell my mom not to answer the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when they come in the next few days. 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&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/6108839026666283659-2946699306141754583?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/2946699306141754583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-good-lord.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2946699306141754583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2946699306141754583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-good-lord.html' title='Oh good Lord'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-7720084279326381399</id><published>2009-07-26T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:09:58.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do?</title><content type='html'>Last night I had a dream and I KNOW it was from God.&lt;div&gt;It has to do with my future. I know I can take care of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;myself. There are different possibilities as to where I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will take myself in life. I know where I want to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what I want to do, and who I want to be...I just don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;know how to get there. I know it will be hard and it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will take a lot of work and dedication and tough skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can handle all of that. What I can't handle is making&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the actual decision. I wish I knew how the future would&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;turn out depending on which way I choose to go. I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm supposed to live in the moment. But what I do know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;affects me later on. I need a guardian angel now more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-7720084279326381399?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/7720084279326381399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7720084279326381399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7720084279326381399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-to-do.html' title='What to do?'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6870528407968926067</id><published>2009-07-25T16:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T16:31:26.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='list'/><title type='text'>You may not know that:</title><content type='html'>-My confirmation name is Elizabeth.&lt;div&gt;-I have a cat named Fritzi and I've had her since 2nd grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I got my first puppy last Christmas, and her name is Muffy-she's a shih-poo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I've been playing violin since 4th grade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My favorite vacation place is Disney World.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When I turn 18 I am skipping college and moving to L.A. to start my own life.(say what you want)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have a soft spot for animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I want to name my kids: Adam Joseph, Brody Adam (I know I used Adam twice) and either have a Noah and a Natalie (just to throw those in there as well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My favorite band is the Jonas Brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I've had 7 or 8 different journals/diaries in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My favorite number is 9 because that is my favorite NASCAR driver's no. (Kasey Kahne!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My sister's dog was a stray that we saved and was named after Kasey Kahne.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I also have 2 cats (Chloe &amp;amp; Pumpkin) and two other dogs not yet mentioned (Blackie &amp;amp; Bella)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I want a new car (BMW X3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I wish I lived in CA;near a beach, with palm trees, sunny year round, and a place for my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am a tad bit materialistic, but it is mostly for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I do try to sing (if you watch my YouTube)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I really enjoy meeting new people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I tend to lean more towards dark haired guys.(its just a majority I've noticed from the past)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I like dying my hair different colors to see which I like best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My current obsession is Smoothie King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have a crush on Harry Potter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I've seen every single episode of 'The OC'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My all time favorite book is 'The Alchemist"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have read the 'Twilight' series 6 times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I love being filmed/photographed (which is good for my career choice)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I prefer talking on the phone to texting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have a bah habit of picking the split ends of my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have a Mac laptop;which I am on way too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I want to meet Rachel Bilson some day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-One of my goals is to meet Jenny Craig before I die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm a republican.(although they tell me I'm not supposed to tell anyone..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I read a lot, I really love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm a perfectionist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am dyslexic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have a muscle disease called fibromyalgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I am an undiagnosed insomniac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I eat/write with my right hand but do everything else with my left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My favorite exercise is biking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I read the bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I love the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I love to bake. (my mom calls me Betty Crocker)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I want to live in England for a while later in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I want to raise my kids to have english accents (see above^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I often think about the future. (yes, it scares me to death)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My current favorite thing to do when I'm bored is making lists on my blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-6870528407968926067?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6870528407968926067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-may-not-know-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6870528407968926067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6870528407968926067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-may-not-know-that.html' title='You may not know that:'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-3411412317729670617</id><published>2009-07-25T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:32:11.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank god'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>I saw God today</title><content type='html'>So my mom got me a credit card to use for gas and "emergencies."&lt;div&gt;She let me keep it with me this past week just because it was more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;convenient. Well, yesterday after getting my extensions taken out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(YES I DID IT!), My sister and I went to the mall to get Smoothie King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we were walking through stores just looking and at 'Express' I saw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this super cool purse that was $60 and I thought "I can find a cheaper one".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We go through 'New York &amp;amp; Co.' And I see cute purses for $30-$40.Even &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;better! I said "lets go to Macy's and come back if I don't find anything"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wellllll...Macy's had Dooney &amp;amp; Burkes and JEnnifer is helpless when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she is put in the same room as designer greatness. So my plastic beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paid for my GORGEOUS new Dooney &amp;amp; Burke purse. I was happy but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;had that guilty feeling. When I got home my mom went BALISITIC .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As crazy as a mother can get when her daughter spends more money&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than she could on her credit card for emergencies only. She gave me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the whole "you don't have a job, you can't support yourself, you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;darn well you shouldn't have spent this much money on just a purse!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah I don't have a job, but this is where the point of my story is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   I decided I should get a nice little job to pay for my own things and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to save up for when I move out on my own and for school/college/things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like that. Weellll God being the great Lord that he is intervened and I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't realize it at first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jo Hirlinger wrote on my wall on facebook offering me a job at&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her dad's carlot. HOW EASSY IS THAT!? answer phones, 3 hours a night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a few times a week. And the pay is great! That night when I was saying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my prayers and falling asleep, it HIT ME! THE HEAVENLY FATHER I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOLD FAITH IN WAS THE REASON FOR ALL THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bottom line: I saw God today.&lt;/b&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/6108839026666283659-3411412317729670617?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/3411412317729670617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-saw-god-today.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3411412317729670617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3411412317729670617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-saw-god-today.html' title='I saw God today'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8734719313787749475</id><published>2009-07-23T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:38:06.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good parts of life</title><content type='html'>-Rain at nighttime.&lt;div&gt;-Laughing until your stomach hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Finishing a good book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Driving with the windows down on a sunny day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Laying by the pool, getting warmed by the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Escalators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Smoothie King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My mom bringing me starbucks in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My puppy sleeping next to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Getting lost in music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Discovering something new about the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Staying up late at night watching scary shows on t.v.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Talking to that one guy who gives you butterflies in your stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Confiding in a close friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Watching Jim Gaffigan on YouTube.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Wipeout (Wed. @ 8PM on ABC)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-That 70's show marathons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Flying in an airplane.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Road trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Taking a nap in the middle of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sitting at the park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Capturing nature's true beauty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Reading the Bible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Looking at old pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Pedicures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Sleeping through breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Roller coasters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Talking on the phone for a long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Buying new sunglasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Bon fires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Spending time with momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Drinking ice cold water when you're really hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Knowing you have no school work during summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8734719313787749475?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8734719313787749475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-parts-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8734719313787749475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8734719313787749475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-parts-of-life.html' title='Good parts of life'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-3560599255147321959</id><published>2009-07-22T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:30:07.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><title type='text'>Belittled</title><content type='html'>Maybe I've been wrong all along.&lt;div&gt;Maybe I've been living in a fantasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I've failed to see what's right in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I've thought too positively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I overlooked the small, yet true facts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I was too hopeful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I haven't been praying hard enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe God can't hear me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe reality is stronger than any dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I set my goals too high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I've been too busy dreaming it, not doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe all my dreams will come crushing down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAYBE MY MOM IS RIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-3560599255147321959?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/3560599255147321959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/belittled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3560599255147321959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3560599255147321959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/belittled.html' title='Belittled'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-3747238771640100180</id><published>2009-07-21T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:50:47.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you don&apos;t know what I&apos;m talking about'/><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>What's that saying;&lt;i&gt; Old habits die hard&lt;/i&gt;, is that it?&lt;div&gt;Yeah well if thats it BOY IS IT TRUE. good lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I'm part of the water cycle here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the part where I do the habit, yeah that's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;precipitation. Then picking myself up and putting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me back together is evaporation. Trying my absolute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hardest to attempt in keeping my changed ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is condensation and then my mind wins and that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;means: &lt;b&gt;when it rains IT POURS.&lt;/b&gt; Oh Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-3747238771640100180?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/3747238771640100180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-we-go-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3747238771640100180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3747238771640100180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-5503811180814240548</id><published>2009-07-20T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T14:42:53.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UGHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><title type='text'>I'm just gonna vent here</title><content type='html'>!@#$%^*($$@ l&lt;div&gt;sd,vndfmgn sdfjgheafdngkhdjaadfk jghkt dfhsgkadfjghdf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;good lord!! I get so maddd at myself when these things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;happen. like GOSH JENNIFER don't give in. be mean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not nice. Don't let people take advantage of you. I swear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on my life its so annoying and frustrating. (DONT WORRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'LL EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED) It just bugs me that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people only want to do "acting" so they can be rich, or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;famous, or meet famous people and what not. GODDDD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It makes me so mad and frustrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This girl (yes I know her but haven't talked to her since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7th grade) messages me on facebook saying "Do you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;any good agents/websites/locations that are for acting. I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get into acting but I don't know EXACTLY how."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DUMB DUMB DUMB. this is the number one way to make me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so frustrated and mad. Like for real!?!?!?!!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)it's NOT THAT HARD. EVER HEARD OF GOOGLE!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)We haven't talked in forever you're just using me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY THE HECK DID I REPLY?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; she doesn't want to do acting. It's not a passion she has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wouldn't tolerate the long days, the demanding rehearsals,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the cruelty and rejection of the industry. I KNOW I KNOW IKNOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SHE just wants to be famous. She just wants to brag to her friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She just wants to say "I live in Hollywood, I do acting, I'm rich,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know famous people." GAHHHH AMETUER.! (i know its spelt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wrong.) I DONT CARE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have put so much into this just to get where  I am (which isn't too far).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents spent boocoo bucks on acting lessons I've been taking for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a year. 18 HOURS A WEEKEND!  I leaarn the businesss and I enjoy it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it is what I truly love. I left high school so it wouldn't hold me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;back from auditions. and guess what I WAS RIGHT AND MADE A GOOD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DECISION WITH THAT. OR ELSE I WOULDNT HAVE AN AGENT OR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAVE GONE TO ALL THOSE AUDITIONS. OR HAVE GONE TO THOSE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PHOTOSHOOTS TO GET MY HEADSHOTS AND PICTURES TO SEND OUT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm more than dedicated to this. (not that other actors aren't, I'm sure they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can empathize with me) &lt;b&gt;BUT WHY THE HECK DID I REPLY TO HER!?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I SHOULDN'T HAVE SHOULDN'T HAVE SHOULDN'T HAVE! DANGIT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT JUST MAKES ME SO MAD. I DEDICATE SO MUCH WORK INTO THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERY DAY I PRACTICE EVERY OTHER MONOLOGUE I HAVE MEMORIZED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES I HAVE 6 MONOLOGUES MEMORIZED FOR AUDITIONS. this girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't even know what a monologue is I KID YOU NOT!!. it just makes me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so mad she all of a sudden decides she's going to ask JENNIFER ON FACEBOOK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HOW TO DO ACTING BECAUSE SHE WOULD LOOK SO COOL TO EVERYONE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm really sorry for this but I really really really needed to vent. I didn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;really expect anyone to care or read the whole thing. but I didn't want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;go punch a wall or anything (no, I don't need anger management [: thanks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;DOES ANYONE ELSE AGREE WITH ME THOUGH?!?!?!??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-5503811180814240548?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/5503811180814240548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-just-gonna-vent-here.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5503811180814240548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5503811180814240548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-just-gonna-vent-here.html' title='I&apos;m just gonna vent here'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8875843439898521089</id><published>2009-07-19T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:52:05.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blast from the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washington dc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brandie'/><title type='text'>Blast from the past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SmOi-F7YUVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IJa7PZ3BAHI/s1600-h/n1069123192_352185_3351489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SmOi-F7YUVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IJa7PZ3BAHI/s320/n1069123192_352185_3351489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360307169127846226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today's "Blast from the Past" is featuring:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHO? : Brandie Potzick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHERE? : Washington D.C. (as seen in pic.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN? : 8th grade. (May 2007)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHY? : Brandie &amp;amp; I went to Panera today and caught up and reminisced and talked of old times. I decided this picture fitted in perfectly with my life as of this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8875843439898521089?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8875843439898521089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/blast-from-past.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8875843439898521089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8875843439898521089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the past'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SmOi-F7YUVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/IJa7PZ3BAHI/s72-c/n1069123192_352185_3351489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-3825821960427037382</id><published>2009-07-16T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T08:39:18.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Necessito sus opinones</title><content type='html'>Sooo, next Friday I have a hair apt to get my extensions moved up&lt;div&gt;(they're on little beads and as my hair grows out, every so many weeks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I go back and get them moved back up). I've had extensions since&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February. I'm thinking it's time for a change. I know my mom put a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of money into these but I think I'm ready to part with them. I'm torn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I feel like they're a big part of my looks and I need them with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my career. (now, how logical or illogical that sounds, I'm not so sure.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But here's why I want them out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-They're heavy, especially when I put my hair up. It slides out and hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I feel like I can't do much with them except wavy or straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I can't pull my hair up/back certain ways because you will see the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beads they are on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My hair is actually only about 2 inches shorter than the actual extensions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now so its almost as long as them. therefore extensions are pointless now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-It's just time for a change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Time to go back to all natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TELL ME YOUR OPINION PLEASEEEE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-3825821960427037382?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/3825821960427037382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/necessito-sus-opinones.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3825821960427037382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3825821960427037382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/necessito-sus-opinones.html' title='Necessito sus opinones'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-2520788207692762262</id><published>2009-07-13T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T10:29:54.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i miss my friend'/><title type='text'>I miss my friend..</title><content type='html'>Let's call this friend &lt;i&gt;Rock.&lt;/i&gt; (so you don't know if its a boy or girl, but by the way I talk about Rock, you'll probably be able to figure it out.) It all started in the beginning of 6th grade. I thought Rock was so cool and I really wanted to be Rock's friend. And in 6th grade Rock was in my class so we grew to be very close friends. Rock would come over to my house and we'd have sleepovers and have so much fun. (you probably just figured out Rock's gender...told you.) Anywho, Rock introduced me to cheerleading and we were so so close. We both made the cheerleading squad in 7th grade and that made me feel even closer and more appreciative of Rock. Rock had introduced me to this new passion I had no idea I had or even held talent for. Sure we had a few ups and downs but which close friends don't? Yeah. So anyways, in Jr. High, Rock and I were still friends through cheerleading but we had aquired new friends and different cliques, and circles, to hang around. Of course that was okay. I felt like I could lean onto Rock because Rock was going through some rough things but I looked up to Rock as a solid figure. Once high school came around, we were still friends through cheerleading and even had a class or two together so we still chatted. Then sophomore year we had no classes, no cheerleading, nothing to keep our friendship together. Of course we still said &lt;i&gt;Hi&lt;/i&gt; in the hallways and smiled at eachother and talked if we saw eachother after school at friends' lockers, but other than that, Rock and I had lost touch. Then I left school and we only talked virtually and not even real concersations.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Last night I had a dream about Rock, and we were at this weird camp (I'm not sure where, but that's how dreams go.) and I loved that we were really close and really great friends again. It made me miss the days in the past when we were so close. I'm not sure if Rock will read this or not, and even if Rock does, I don't know if they will realize this is directed towards them. Rock you are still in my heart. You will always be. I will always desire your friendship and cherish the amazing moments we had. I love you Rock ,and I always will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I miss my Rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-2520788207692762262?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/2520788207692762262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2520788207692762262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2520788207692762262'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-1327638929526847555</id><published>2009-07-10T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T18:47:10.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressions'/><title type='text'>New experience</title><content type='html'>Am I nervous? OF COURSE&lt;div&gt;Am I excited? ABSOLUTELY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I anxious? A LITTLE BIT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I ready? AS MUCH AS I'LL EVER BE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I prepared? PROBABLY NOT AS MUCH AS I SHOULD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I certain? AM I EVER..?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I wishful? EVERYDAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I thinking positively? WITH EVERY THOUGHT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I worried? I'LL LEAVE THAT TO MY MOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I hopeful? ALWAYS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I holding steady? I'VE NEVER BEEN STEADY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I new to this? 100% !!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DO I HOLD FAITH IN THE LORD? EVERY MINUTE OF EVERY DAY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-1327638929526847555?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/1327638929526847555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-experience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1327638929526847555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1327638929526847555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-experience.html' title='New experience'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6883127018412831095</id><published>2009-07-10T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T15:42:11.978-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hannah montana'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dont wanna be torn'/><title type='text'>"Dont wanna be torn"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have a decision to make. It is completely my choice. No one can answer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;this for me. It's all on me. So do I say 'Yes' or answer with a firm 'No'...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish there was a sign. Something to show me what the right choice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;would be. I've considered all of the possibilities of both outcomes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;The negatives aren't enough to overrule the positives. However, I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't want to regret this. Whether its sooner or later. Regret is what&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am trying to avoid. I know the quote "&lt;b&gt;don't regret anything because&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;at one point it was what you really wanted."&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; I just don't have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;enough faith in myself to make the right choice with nothing bad to follow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;*I found this song. And it says it all. Listen to your heart.*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Maybe its the things I say&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should think before I speak&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I knew enough to know myself&lt;br /&gt;And do whats right for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these walls I'm building now&lt;br /&gt;You used to bring them down&lt;br /&gt;The tears I'm crying out&lt;br /&gt;You used to wipe away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Listenin' to your heart&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said I'd be ok&lt;br /&gt;So why am I breaking apart?&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should choose&lt;br /&gt;Between what I want&lt;br /&gt;And what you think I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll always be your little girl&lt;br /&gt;But even little girls have got to dream&lt;br /&gt;Now it all feels like a fight&lt;br /&gt;You were always on my side&lt;br /&gt;All I need now&lt;br /&gt;Is to make it go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Listenin' to your heart&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said I'd be ok&lt;br /&gt;So why am I breaking apart?&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be torn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is all this so confusing?&lt;br /&gt;Complicated and consuming&lt;br /&gt;Why does all this make me angry?&lt;br /&gt;Wanna go back to being happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause here I'm crying now&lt;br /&gt;Trying to walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said it was easy&lt;br /&gt;Listenin' to your heart&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said I'd be ok&lt;br /&gt;So why am I breaking apart?&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be torn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-6883127018412831095?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6883127018412831095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-wanna-be-torn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6883127018412831095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6883127018412831095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-wanna-be-torn.html' title='&quot;Dont wanna be torn&quot;'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-3463755178946247959</id><published>2009-07-08T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T15:23:50.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlUcae8eawI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A0BhH-axtOI/s1600-h/DSC01300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlUcae8eawI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/A0BhH-axtOI/s320/DSC01300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356218573135964930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlUcUBiOu_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/OZ9MmHZBmtY/s1600-h/7262007021fq0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlUcUBiOu_I/AAAAAAAAAFI/OZ9MmHZBmtY/s320/7262007021fq0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356218462162041842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;Off to the races&lt;br /&gt;I'm going places&lt;br /&gt;Might be a long shot&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna waste it&lt;br /&gt;This is the big break&lt;br /&gt;And it's calling my name&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so great, get with it&lt;br /&gt;At least that's how I see it&lt;br /&gt;Having a dream's just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;So far so great, believe it&lt;br /&gt;Can’t take away this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Taking a ride with chance to my side&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;So far, so great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might need to wing it&lt;br /&gt;Still gonna bring it&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna sink low&lt;br /&gt;I'm going swimming&lt;br /&gt;Swing for the fences&lt;br /&gt;Sky's not the limit today&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeaah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so great, get with it&lt;br /&gt;At least that's how I see it&lt;br /&gt;Having a dream's just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;So far so great, believe it&lt;br /&gt;Can’t take away this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Taking a ride with chance to my side&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;So far, so great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says don't get your hopes up&lt;br /&gt;Learn the ropes and climb the ladder&lt;br /&gt;I know in the end that just being here is the best&lt;br /&gt;And it only gets better, it only gets better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far so great, get with it&lt;br /&gt;At least that's how I see it&lt;br /&gt;Having a dream's just the beginning&lt;br /&gt;So far so great, believe it&lt;br /&gt;Can’t take away this feeling&lt;br /&gt;Taking a ride with chance to my side&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;So far, so great&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;So far so great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-3463755178946247959?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/3463755178946247959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-far-so-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3463755178946247959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pre-shoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wed(7/8):Final wardrobe fitting @6PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thurs(7/9):Meeting with crew @5PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Filming days/times:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sat(7/11):8AM-7PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sun(7/12):8AM-6PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mon(7/13):11AM-8:45PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tues(7/14):7PM-11:30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Wed(7/15):6:30PM-10:30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thur(7/16):2PM-6PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Fri(7/17):7PM-12AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sat(7/18):6PM-1AM&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/6108839026666283659-3225950100080955008?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-7854143990824346102</id><published>2009-07-06T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:40:13.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaaaayyyyy'/><title type='text'>Employed!</title><content type='html'>So today my sister, brother and his friend, and I went to Kings Island&lt;div&gt;today and it was a blast (although I was there just Thursday with Marci,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacbob, and Tim). However the most exciting part was the carride back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom called and asked where we were. I told her we were on our way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home and would be there soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her reply:&lt;/b&gt; "Okay, I've got something important&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;"Tell me now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Her:&lt;/b&gt;"I can't I'll start to cry again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Of course I make her tell me right then and there if it's that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;important and emotional.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GOT THE PART FOR THE PRODUCTION I AUDITIONED FOR THE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A FEW WEEKS AGO.HOLY EFFING MOLY THIS IS A DREAM COME TRUE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I have to say is:&lt;b&gt;Thank you Lord God. I couldn't have done this without you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;You work miracles in ways that I can never detect. But I have faith. I had faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;all along this journey. And as this journey carries on I will continue to hold&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;my faith in you and all my trust and love. Thank you Lord, for EVERYTHING.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-7854143990824346102?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/7854143990824346102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/employed.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7854143990824346102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7854143990824346102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/employed.html' title='Employed!'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-2189888912950990517</id><published>2009-07-06T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:58:13.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><title type='text'>"Identical" Ellen Hopkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlKlJAdpjHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jphNnIsU14c/s1600-h/9781416950059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 186px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlKlJAdpjHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jphNnIsU14c/s320/9781416950059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355524481058704498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book was incredibly insightful. One word I would use to describe it: EYE OPENING! It's about two twin sisters who struggle with a mother who doesn't care anymore and a father who is abusive (with drugs/alcohol, and sexually). They hide all of their problems from the world. After an accident, their family was never the same. The mom was rarely home and the father was extremely controlling and as you can see, very messed up with life. They have to put on pretty smiling faces to the public because their mom is in politics so everyone knows who they are.  The ending was what you would call 'unexpected'! If you ever saw the movie &lt;i&gt;The Uninvited&lt;/i&gt;, the endings in that and in this novel are kind of similar in a way or so. I did &lt;b&gt;not&lt;/b&gt; see it coming at all! I must say this book was very dear to the heart. I love the way Ellen Hopkins wrote it. I am definately going to read her other books as well!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FAVORITE QUOTE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;"You are my glue. Without you, I'd be nothing but broken pieces." &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/6108839026666283659-2189888912950990517?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/2189888912950990517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/identical-ellen-hopkins.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2189888912950990517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2189888912950990517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/identical-ellen-hopkins.html' title='&quot;Identical&quot; Ellen Hopkins'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlKlJAdpjHI/AAAAAAAAAFA/jphNnIsU14c/s72-c/9781416950059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8741975323831637079</id><published>2009-07-05T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:57:39.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miley cyrus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miles to Go'/><title type='text'>'Miles to Go' Miley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlE-rp4pzYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BdZNw8nXz3Y/s1600-h/miley-cyrus-miles-to-go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlE-rp4pzYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BdZNw8nXz3Y/s320/miley-cyrus-miles-to-go.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355130351619001730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This book was exceptionally good. I think it was so so so soooo inspirational. She really explains her life story well. I admit that  I was a little bias against her from what I heard through the media. However, the way she explains things in her book clears things up and tells what &lt;i&gt;truly &lt;/i&gt;was going on in her life. And of course, &lt;b&gt;she&lt;/b&gt; would know best. I would find &lt;i&gt;amazing &lt;/i&gt;quotes throughout the memoir and I wrote my favorite ones down. I honestly think you should go get a copy and read it because it is so inspirational and true to the heart. By the end, I didn't want it to be over.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;You realize you have one life-and you have to live fully for the moments you have. There can't be room for nerves." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Beauty is the enemy. We try to conquer not feeling beautiful all our lives. It's a battle that can't be won. There's no definition of beauty. The only way to achieve beauty is to feel it from inside without breaking it down into physical attributes."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The biggest moments of insecurity come when all self confidence is lost and you feel like people are watching and judging. It should be the opposite. You should feel like the people who are watching care about you. This is something we can try to give each other-the feeling that eyes signal support, not disdain."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Embarrassment is the worst. Its the feeling of having your entire body go numb and not knowing what to do with yourself for that one moment.  There's no solution to embarrassment. It happens and you just have to put it behind you."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Fear is the only obstacle that gets in the way of doing what we love.  People are scared to travel, to try new things, to follow their dreams. Fear holds us back from living the lives we were made to live."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Success is the progressive realization of worthy ideas or goals." &lt;/i&gt;-Billy Ray Cyrus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Well don't be scared of anything. People waste their lives being scared. Lasso the moon. But don't do it because someone tells you its the right idea."  &lt;/i&gt;-Cyndi Lauper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Faith is having the strength to trust in something that you can't see with your eyes or prove scientifically.  You believe because your heart tells you that's where you should go or who you should be.  Your heart tells you what is right."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"If there's one message I have for my fans, it's that you can make your dreams real, but you have to enjoy just being. Make the best of the life you have every day. I can't wait to see what's in the days ahead, but I also don't want to fill them up too fast."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8741975323831637079?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8741975323831637079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/miles-to-go-miley-cyrus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8741975323831637079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8741975323831637079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/miles-to-go-miley-cyrus.html' title='&apos;Miles to Go&apos; Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlE-rp4pzYI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BdZNw8nXz3Y/s72-c/miley-cyrus-miles-to-go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8219749169934634624</id><published>2009-07-05T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T16:55:36.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate my life'/><title type='text'>f_ _ _mylife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlE9V6vZYwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zYbFoTnqFC0/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlE9V6vZYwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zYbFoTnqFC0/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355128878674830082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this afternoon my mom and I get in an argument&lt;div&gt;and I decide that it's best for me to leave the house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;instead of just lying in my room, sobbing my eyes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I got to the park and bike the 8 mile in record time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(30 minutes). I had suglasses on but I'm pretty sure some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people could still tell I was crying because they would look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at me weird; and I think one lady tried talking to me but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I head headphones in so I couldn't hear. I just kept on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;biking. I sat on a bench for, Oh I don't know, half an hour?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to stay out as long as I could. I went up to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really big hill and sat on a bench there for awhile until some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;creepy old guy walking smiled his creepy smile and waved at me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I took off faster than you could say RAPEEEEE. I might&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just be paranoid, but he wasn't a cute old guy, he was creepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cruised around for a bit realizing I honestly had no where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to go. (and not just because the library was closed. I wouldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have gone there anyway because I was a mess and couldn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pull myself together.) But I decided to come home. Thinking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom would be all mad and upset I was gone for so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and stormed out the way I did, turns out she wasn't even home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She left shortly after I did to do grocery shopping with my sister.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Psshhh. Me wasting time trying to worry her that I'm gone for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 hours when she knows I'm never at the park more than 45 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I plan on being locked in my room all tonight and tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except when I sneak out to pee. And when my laptop dies I'll have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get the charger too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlE9PX2HuuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/f7uxmgahLHY/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlE9PX2HuuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/f7uxmgahLHY/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355128766228576994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8219749169934634624?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8219749169934634624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/f-mylife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8219749169934634624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8219749169934634624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/f-mylife.html' title='f_ _ _mylife'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SlE9V6vZYwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/zYbFoTnqFC0/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6387082434776794899</id><published>2009-07-03T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T14:07:17.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading list'/><title type='text'>This is what it's come to (I'm a nerd) aka*bookworm*</title><content type='html'>My blogs have become laaaaame. this is probably the&lt;div&gt;most weirdest and most pointless blog you will ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;read. It's my &lt;i&gt;reading list.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Miles To Go" Miley Cyrus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"Identical" ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"P.S. I love you" ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-"True Believer" Nicholas Sparks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***-I don't remember the author off of the top of my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;head and I don't really feel like going to look at the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;books to determine the author. But if you're really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;interested in knowing who the author is I will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gladly find out JUST FOR YOU..quite possibly anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-6387082434776794899?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6387082434776794899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-what-its-come-to.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6387082434776794899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6387082434776794899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-what-its-come-to.html' title='This is what it&apos;s come to (I&apos;m a nerd) aka*bookworm*'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-757519521567432141</id><published>2009-07-01T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:54:22.599-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mitchel musso'/><title type='text'>Love this song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkuiknGqPcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7oKOPFkbj_A/s1600-h/mitchel-musso-album-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkuiknGqPcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7oKOPFkbj_A/s320/mitchel-musso-album-cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353551331915873730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;I'm counting the days since i began to live without you&lt;br /&gt;I'm covered in rain but it feels just like it's the sun&lt;br /&gt;And it don't get me down, don't come around&lt;br /&gt;You're better off leaving town&lt;br /&gt;I'm partying from now on without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at you&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Don't care enough to write you a letter now that I'm doing better alone&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at you&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Don't care enough to write you a letter now that I'm doing better,&lt;br /&gt;better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're stuck in a world and make believe that I can see it&lt;br /&gt;I gave it a chance, she must be crazy not to leave&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna bring me down,&lt;br /&gt;don't come around&lt;br /&gt;You're better off leaving town&lt;br /&gt;I'm partying from now on without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at you&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Don't care enough to write you a letter now that I'm doing better alone&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at you&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Don't care enough to write you a letter now that I'm doing better, better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving it up, now you're taking away&lt;br /&gt;All of the time, now get out of my way&lt;br /&gt;Never been lost in anyone, it's me they want&lt;br /&gt;Without you I'm insane&lt;br /&gt;So hear me now, screaming out your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at you&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Don't care enough to write you a letter now that I'm doing better alone&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at you&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Don't care enough to write you a letter now that I'm doing better, better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better off without you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming at you&lt;br /&gt;Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Don't care enough to write you a letter now that I'm doing better, better off without you&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/6108839026666283659-757519521567432141?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/757519521567432141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-this-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/757519521567432141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/757519521567432141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-this-song.html' title='Love this song'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkuiknGqPcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/7oKOPFkbj_A/s72-c/mitchel-musso-album-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6598729737989310959</id><published>2009-06-30T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:08:49.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All in all</title><content type='html'>To sum my week up, I've been getting pretty down on myself.&lt;div&gt;I don't know why I'm so hard on myself at times. I've never &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thought of myself as a 'perfectionist' per say..but there has to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; OCD  thing going on here. I feel that I have to bend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;over backwards to even try to please &lt;i&gt;myself. &lt;/i&gt;Call me crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm pretty sure that's not healthy. Say I go to an audition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I don't get praised for my work then I go home and beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;myself up for not doing better, or giving it my all, or not being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more upbeat and personable and delivering whatever monologue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or scene or script reading I did. I guess I just really, really, &lt;b&gt;REALLY,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hate it here in Ohio. I know that my dreams won't become a reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here..but it's not like I can control where I live...&lt;i&gt;yet&lt;/i&gt;. It seems to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all I think about these days:what I want from life, what I want to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do with my life, where I want to be, who I want to associate with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who I want to involve myself with, who I want to be friends with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who I &lt;b&gt;don't &lt;/b&gt;want to be friends with, what I do day in and day out,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where I want to live, the exact location of where I want to live my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life. I won't say exactly, but I'm just going to put this out there:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it's not here.&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/6108839026666283659-6598729737989310959?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6598729737989310959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-in-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6598729737989310959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6598729737989310959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-in-all.html' title='All in all'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-7586350631005740864</id><published>2009-06-30T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:02:18.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miley cyrus'/><title type='text'>Quote of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Skq1lbOolqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YJ0Unsi31UY/s1600-h/miley-cyrus-9-05-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Skq1lbOolqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YJ0Unsi31UY/s320/miley-cyrus-9-05-08.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353290761652180642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The dreams that you hold for your future are what you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;dream about at night. They're always at the back of&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;your mind. They're what your heart desires. They keep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you going. Accept reality and have a backup plan, but&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;always follow your dreams no matter what.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miley Cyrus "Miles to go"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-7586350631005740864?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/7586350631005740864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7586350631005740864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7586350631005740864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-my-life.html' title='Quote of my life'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Skq1lbOolqI/AAAAAAAAAEY/YJ0Unsi31UY/s72-c/miley-cyrus-9-05-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-9176729586009704037</id><published>2009-06-30T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:27:22.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream big</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkqROlctD_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZEspymmOPw4/s1600-h/california.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkqROlctD_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZEspymmOPw4/s320/california.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250786839957490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkqROfjKsRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fwG4yxk0v-0/s1600-h/los-angeles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkqROfjKsRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/fwG4yxk0v-0/s320/los-angeles.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250785256452370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkqROUxW-PI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qQS4C_MSpHE/s1600-h/LosAngeles3_city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkqROUxW-PI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qQS4C_MSpHE/s320/LosAngeles3_city.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353250782363187442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-9176729586009704037?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/9176729586009704037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/9176729586009704037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/9176729586009704037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream-big.html' title='Dream big'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkqROlctD_I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ZEspymmOPw4/s72-c/california.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-4072282964505939235</id><published>2009-06-30T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:15:38.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>Torture</title><content type='html'>I have a passion burning inside of me.&lt;div&gt;It's always in the back of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's always there in my dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every breath I take, it fills me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with desire. Every step I take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is one step closer to either extreme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope and achievement or severe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;disappointment. Every thought that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;passes through my head is tied to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the songs I hear, every note I sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every word that escapes my lips is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spoken upon my dream. Every prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I say. Every night I spend lying awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just thinking about how great my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would be. How set I would be for the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I am more than ready for this change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will do anything it takes. I will go anywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must. To achieve my dreams I would go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the ends of the Earth, the most extremes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the universe. I look deep into my heart and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel it beating with this burning desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;to act.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-4072282964505939235?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/4072282964505939235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/torture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4072282964505939235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4072282964505939235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/torture.html' title='Torture'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-4049966438367861440</id><published>2009-06-28T16:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:00:55.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lindsay lohan'/><title type='text'>Linsay Lohan- down the tubes</title><content type='html'>http://perezhilton.com/2009-06-28-do-you-like-my-sexy-body&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^The article tells all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-4049966438367861440?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/4049966438367861440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/linsay-lohan-down-tubes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4049966438367861440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4049966438367861440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/linsay-lohan-down-tubes.html' title='Linsay Lohan- down the tubes'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-3378542182906179140</id><published>2009-06-28T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T11:50:22.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pyt'/><title type='text'>Current obsessive song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;P.Y.T (Pretty young Thing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;-MICHAEL JACKSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;**With all of the radio stations playing his songs in memory of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;him, I have become re-obsessed with P.Y.T. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Ske6_yQ-4BI/AAAAAAAAADY/5Fi95BbjpxA/s1600-h/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Ske6_yQ-4BI/AAAAAAAAADY/5Fi95BbjpxA/s320/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352452287140651026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Where Did You Come From Lady&lt;br /&gt;And Ooh Won't You Take Me There&lt;br /&gt;Right Away Won't You Baby&lt;br /&gt;Tendoroni You've Got To Be&lt;br /&gt;Spark My Nature&lt;br /&gt;Sugar Fly With Me&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Know Now&lt;br /&gt;Is The Perfect Time&lt;br /&gt;We Can Make It Right&lt;br /&gt;Hit The City Lights&lt;br /&gt;Then Tonight Ease The Lovin' Pain&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Take You To The Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Young Thing&lt;br /&gt;You Need Some Lovin' (T.L.C.)&lt;br /&gt;Tender Lovin' Care&lt;br /&gt;And I'll Take You There&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Young Thing&lt;br /&gt;You Need Some Lovin' (T.L.C.)&lt;br /&gt;Tender Lovin' Care&lt;br /&gt;I'll Shake You There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Anywhere You Wanna Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Nothin' Can Stop This Burnin'&lt;br /&gt;Desire To Be With You&lt;br /&gt;Gotta Get To You Baby&lt;br /&gt;Won't You Come, It's Emergency&lt;br /&gt;Cool My Fire Yearnin'&lt;br /&gt;Honey, Come Set Me Free&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Know Now Is The Perfect Time&lt;br /&gt;We Can Dim The Lights&lt;br /&gt;Just To Make It Right&lt;br /&gt;In The Night&lt;br /&gt;Hit The Lovin' Spot&lt;br /&gt;I'll Give You All That I've Got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Young Thing&lt;br /&gt;You Need Some Lovin' (T.L.C.)&lt;br /&gt;Tender Lovin' Care&lt;br /&gt;And I'll Take You There&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Young Thing&lt;br /&gt;You Need Some Lovin' (T.L.C.)&lt;br /&gt;Tender Lovin' Care&lt;br /&gt;I'll Take You There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Young Things, Repeat After Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt; I Said Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[P.Y.T.'S]&lt;/i&gt; Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt; Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[P.Y.T.'S]&lt;/i&gt; Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt; Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[P.Y.T.'S]&lt;/i&gt; Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt; I Said Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[P.Y.T.'S]&lt;/i&gt; Na Na Na Na Na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michael]&lt;/i&gt; I'll Take You There&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Young Thing&lt;br /&gt;You Need Some Lovin' (T.L.C.)&lt;br /&gt;Tender Lovin' Care&lt;br /&gt;And I'll Take You There&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Love You (P.Y.T.)&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Young Thing&lt;br /&gt;You Need Some Lovin' (T.L.C.)&lt;br /&gt;Tender Lovin' Care&lt;br /&gt;I'll Take You There&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/6108839026666283659-3378542182906179140?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/3378542182906179140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/current-obsessive-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3378542182906179140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3378542182906179140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/current-obsessive-song.html' title='Current obsessive song'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/Ske6_yQ-4BI/AAAAAAAAADY/5Fi95BbjpxA/s72-c/thriller-michael-jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-2172645983267328714</id><published>2009-06-28T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T10:54:52.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='billy mays dies'/><title type='text'>Holy crap-RIP Billy Mays</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;IMPORTANT:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Billy Mays was found dead in his home in Florida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday (today) June 28. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has to be a week in history.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Ed McMahon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)Farrah Fawcett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)Michael Jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; now 4) Billy Mays&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read Article here:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://perezhilton.com/2009-06-28-rip-278&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-2172645983267328714?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/2172645983267328714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-crap-rip-billy-mays.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2172645983267328714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2172645983267328714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/holy-crap-rip-billy-mays.html' title='Holy crap-RIP Billy Mays'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-2080580432970296956</id><published>2009-06-27T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:40:43.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cpdrc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thriller'/><title type='text'>CPDRC "Thriller" dance routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hMnk7lh9M3o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1,500 plus CPDRC inmates of the Cebu Provincial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Detention and Rehabilitation Center, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Cebu, Philippines at practice! This is not the final routine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and definitely not a punishment! just a teaser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6108839026666283659-2080580432970296956?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/2080580432970296956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/cpcdrc-thriller-dance-routine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2080580432970296956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2080580432970296956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/cpcdrc-thriller-dance-routine.html' title='CPDRC &quot;Thriller&quot; dance routine'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-4463302476487799952</id><published>2009-06-25T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:07:36.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michael jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farrah fawcett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rip'/><title type='text'>R.I.P MJ</title><content type='html'>According to Perez Hilton and TMZ:&lt;div&gt;Michael Jackson has passed away from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cardiac arrest. No no no no no!! How&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can this happen?! Farrah Fawcett died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this morning and now Michael Jackson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this evening? Sad, sad, sad, :\&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest In Peace MJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-You as well Miss Fawcett&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-4463302476487799952?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/4463302476487799952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mj.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4463302476487799952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4463302476487799952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-mj.html' title='R.I.P MJ'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8626767948005801241</id><published>2009-06-23T18:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:59:02.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><title type='text'>Inspiring song</title><content type='html'>"Before the Storm"&lt;div&gt;-Jonas Brothers Feat. Miley Cyrus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***I don't know if anyone even reads the lyrics all the way through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or even at all but every song I put on here isn't just because I like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it, it's because the lyrics are meaningful and inspirational. They help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me and not only do I listen to the songs, I read the lyrics...especially&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I'm going through a rough time or need some spirit lifting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Tahoma, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;I know this isn't what I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought it come this far,&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking back to where we started,&lt;br /&gt;And how we lost all that we are.&lt;br /&gt;We were young and times were easy.&lt;br /&gt;But I could see it's not the same.&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing here but you don't see me,&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all for that to change.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to lose her,&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna let her go.&lt;br /&gt;Standin' out in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Need to know if it's over,&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz I will leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm flooded with all this pain,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I'll never hold her&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Before the storm&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, before the storm)&lt;br /&gt;With every strike of lightning,&lt;br /&gt;Comes a memory that lasts.&lt;br /&gt;And not a word is left unspoken,&lt;br /&gt;As the thunder starts to crash.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I&lt;br /&gt;Should give up.&lt;br /&gt;Standin' out in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Need to know if it's over,&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz I will leave you alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm flooded with all this pain,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I'll never hold her&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Before the storm&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep&lt;br /&gt;The lights from going out&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds from ripping out my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;They always say,&lt;br /&gt;That a heart is not a home&lt;br /&gt;Without the one who gets you through the storm.&lt;br /&gt;Standin' out in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Knowin' that it's really over.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm flooded with all this pain,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I'll never hold ya,&lt;br /&gt;Like I did,&lt;br /&gt;Before the storm.&lt;br /&gt;(The storm)&lt;br /&gt;Like I did&lt;br /&gt;Before the storm&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/6108839026666283659-8626767948005801241?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8626767948005801241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiring-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8626767948005801241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8626767948005801241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/inspiring-song.html' title='Inspiring song'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-2396277324893503279</id><published>2009-06-23T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:24:32.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging addiction'/><title type='text'>Offically diagosed with Blogging addiction</title><content type='html'>For all of you who said blogging becomes addicting...you were right!&lt;div&gt;I have officially become a blogging addict. I kid you not. I find myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinking about things to blog about and spending more time on here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than on any other website. (welllll..it's kinda tied with TWITTER) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just because twitter is equally as addicting. But the more blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;followers I have the more I feel I need to post on here..and as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of now I only have 6 followers ..which is actually quite pathetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but ...yeah. Anywho I hope everyone else on here is just as &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pathetically addicted as I am so that I'm not alone.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-2396277324893503279?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/2396277324893503279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/offically-diagosed-with-blogging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2396277324893503279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2396277324893503279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/offically-diagosed-with-blogging.html' title='Offically diagosed with Blogging addiction'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6792032592216538976</id><published>2009-06-23T15:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:13:30.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='june 4 picture friends at movies'/><title type='text'>PicShare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkJQl722vkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1etmKi6HIok/s1600-h/l_89a776da026c4c979b8302a1cd08714a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkJQl722vkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1etmKi6HIok/s320/l_89a776da026c4c979b8302a1cd08714a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350927919922724418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to share this picture with all of you,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It was Sammi, Marci, and Casey's last day of school and after their exams we went to greendale to see 'Drag Me to Hell'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yeah, it was kinda scary. But there were only 2 other people in the theatre. And this picture was on Casey's camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so of course I didn't find it until today (3 weeks later..) haha but oh well. Atleast I found it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;P.S. I only look really pale because I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;was taking the picture and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;was right by the flash..just so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Tahoma, Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;you all know.&lt;/span&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/6108839026666283659-6792032592216538976?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6792032592216538976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/picshare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6792032592216538976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6792032592216538976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/picshare.html' title='PicShare'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/SkJQl722vkI/AAAAAAAAADQ/1etmKi6HIok/s72-c/l_89a776da026c4c979b8302a1cd08714a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-5675834301056726738</id><published>2009-06-23T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:00:00.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://perezhilton.com/2009-06-23-joe-jonas-takes-swipe-at-taylor&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAH this is a link to Perez Hilton's website where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he has an article about Joe Jonas at his concert and changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the lyrics in the Jonas song "Much Better" from 'now I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;done with super stars'...to 'now I'm done with COUNTRY&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stars'. This was him taking a stab at Taylor Swift. HAHAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch around 0:10 or a little after to watch Nick's reaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He sits down and laughs REAL big. and you can see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-5675834301056726738?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/5675834301056726738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpperezhilton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5675834301056726738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5675834301056726738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/httpperezhilton.html' title=''/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-7993832081766594421</id><published>2009-06-22T18:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:12:44.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 2008'/><title type='text'>Discovery</title><content type='html'>I got these from Jojo's facebook! I totally forgot about them :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:Tahoma;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 48px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;a href="'http://img32.imageshack.us/i/n114163443216537644686.jpg/'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://img32.imageshack.us/img32/559/n114163443216537644686.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="'http://img188.imageshack.us/i/n11416344321812241604.jpg/'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://img188.imageshack.us/img188/338/n11416344321812241604.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="'http://img188.imageshack.us/i/n114163443216537765616.jpg/'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://img188.imageshack.us/img188/3996/n114163443216537765616.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&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/6108839026666283659-7993832081766594421?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/7993832081766594421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/discovery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7993832081766594421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7993832081766594421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/discovery.html' title='Discovery'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-794528956155155579</id><published>2009-06-22T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:57:25.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather in ohio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks to kelly may'/><title type='text'>Laaaame</title><content type='html'>Ohio+weather=SUCKS!&lt;div&gt;sorry for the language but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;forreal. It's june and summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I would like to swim and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;get a nice golden, brown tan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and look like I came from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hawaii. But nooooo. That's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apparently not what's  happening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with mother nature. I wonder if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ever did something to provoke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her to make this weather make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me miserable.? No-I recycle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways..Kelly May you should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;come to my house one of these days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because you're actually quite close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to me. And I haven't seen you in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quite awhile. But my mom keeps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;being anal (is that spelt correctly?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about our house being so sparkling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clean. And every 3 days she insists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we clean it..again. Well let me know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because I'm going crazy over here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except I'm about to go to my audition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so my mind is kind of occupied at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless me with some good luck, I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this more than anythingggggg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-794528956155155579?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/794528956155155579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/laaaame.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/794528956155155579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/794528956155155579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/laaaame.html' title='Laaaame'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-5294591172580532946</id><published>2009-06-21T07:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:00:27.137-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><title type='text'>JB Recording "Poison Ivy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre;font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCFz6Vlh-I0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bCFz6Vlh-I0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/6108839026666283659-5294591172580532946?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/5294591172580532946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/jb-recording-poison-ivy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5294591172580532946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5294591172580532946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/jb-recording-poison-ivy.html' title='JB Recording &quot;Poison Ivy&quot;'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-5332969311849423194</id><published>2009-06-19T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:11:49.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yay callback'/><title type='text'>Following my dreams</title><content type='html'>So today my mom, dad, sister, and I were on&lt;div&gt;our way to go shopping at Bridgewater falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when I received a call from the producer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of the t.v. show I auditioned for last week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday I am scheduled to go back for a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CALLBACK! I know I know. woohoo Jenn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;callback. But its exciting for me! A callback&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is make-it-or-break-it. It's either sealing the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deal or losing the deal (deal or no deal-ha; like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the tv show) Anyyywhooooo...wish me luck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;keep your fingers crossed, and say a prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for me.  Thanksss!! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; thank you Lord, I know this is all you. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-5332969311849423194?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/5332969311849423194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/following-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5332969311849423194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5332969311849423194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/following-my-dreams.html' title='Following my dreams'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-3806261984358648956</id><published>2009-06-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:59:17.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><title type='text'>'Black Keys' -JB</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div id="songlyrics" align="left" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; "&gt;She walks away&lt;br /&gt;The colors fade to gray&lt;br /&gt;Every precious moments now erased&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hits the gas&lt;br /&gt;Hopeing it would pass&lt;br /&gt;But the red light starts to flash&lt;br /&gt;It's time to wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the black keys never looked so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull&lt;br /&gt;And the lights out&lt;br /&gt;Never had this brighter glow&lt;br /&gt;And the black keys showing me a world I never know&lt;br /&gt;A world I never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves the sun&lt;br /&gt;Cause it proves she's not alone&lt;br /&gt;And the world doesn't revolve around your soul&lt;br /&gt;She loves the sky cause it validates her pride&lt;br /&gt;Never lets her know when is wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the black keys never looked so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull&lt;br /&gt;And the lights out&lt;br /&gt;Never had this brighter glow&lt;br /&gt;And the black keys showing me a world I never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;The walls are closing in&lt;br /&gt;Don't let em get&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your head&lt;br /&gt;Don't let em get&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your head&lt;br /&gt;Don't let em get&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your head&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause the black keys never looked so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And a perfect rainbow never seemed so dull&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;And the lights out never had this brighter glow&lt;br /&gt;And the black keys showing me a world I never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let em get&lt;br /&gt;Don't let em get&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your head&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Don't let em get yeah&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your head&lt;br /&gt;Don't let em get&lt;br /&gt;Don't let em get&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your head&lt;br /&gt;Don't let em get&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh&lt;br /&gt;Inside of your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a fight is better black and white&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-3806261984358648956?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/3806261984358648956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-keys-jb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3806261984358648956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/3806261984358648956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/black-keys-jb.html' title='&apos;Black Keys&apos; -JB'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-7098777923123690605</id><published>2009-06-16T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T07:37:20.607-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather in ohio'/><title type='text'>This weather is not what I like</title><content type='html'>This stupid Ohio weather is making me gloomy.&lt;div&gt;This is called SUMMER VACATION..meaning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summer weather. Not depressing clouds and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rainy days. I want 90 degree weather, lots and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lots of sun to lighten my hair and darken my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and to make my pool look inviting! I always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ask the good Lord to please please please lighten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this weather and make it enjoyable to be outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and not stuck indoors and boring..I guess he's just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;making me wait a bit so that I will appreciate it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that much more when it comes (in a week or two)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay God, I trust you man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-7098777923123690605?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/7098777923123690605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-weather-is-not-what-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7098777923123690605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7098777923123690605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-weather-is-not-what-i-like.html' title='This weather is not what I like'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6766854632248379017</id><published>2009-06-15T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:58:40.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><title type='text'>Newest Favorite song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;JONAS BROTHERS "TURN RIGHT"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I could pick up all your tears&lt;br /&gt;throw em in your backseat&lt;br /&gt;leave without a second glance&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;for this never-ending racetrack you call life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn right&lt;br /&gt;into my arms&lt;br /&gt;turn right&lt;br /&gt;you won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;you might&lt;br /&gt;fall off this track sometimes&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you on the finish line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving all your friends&lt;br /&gt;At a speed they cannot follow&lt;br /&gt;soon you will be on your own&lt;br /&gt;somehow i'm to blame&lt;br /&gt;for this never-ending racetrack we call life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turn right&lt;br /&gt;into my arms&lt;br /&gt;turn right&lt;br /&gt;you won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;you might&lt;br /&gt;fall off this track sometimes&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you on the finish line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did all i could&lt;br /&gt;and i gave&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;but you had to go your way&lt;br /&gt;and that road was not for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so turn right&lt;br /&gt;into my arms&lt;br /&gt;turn right&lt;br /&gt;you won't be alone&lt;br /&gt;you might&lt;br /&gt;fall off this track sometimes&lt;br /&gt;hope to see you on the finish line&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/6108839026666283659-6766854632248379017?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6766854632248379017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/newest-favorite-song_15.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6766854632248379017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6766854632248379017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/newest-favorite-song_15.html' title='Newest Favorite song'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-1905478612661055859</id><published>2009-06-14T16:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:52:15.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kings island'/><title type='text'>Sunday June 14, 2009</title><content type='html'>KINGS ISLAND PICTURES :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;a href="'http://img19.imageshack.us/i/49311072924029582142059.jpg/'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://img19.imageshack.us/img19/7302/49311072924029582142059.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Me, Aaron(brother), and Jess(sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="'http://img13.imageshack.us/i/49311072924149585142059.jpg/'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/8168/49311072924149585142059.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Jess &amp;amp; I with Diego!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="'http://img13.imageshack.us/i/49311072923949580142059.jpg/'"&gt;&lt;img src="'http://img13.imageshack.us/img13/8213/49311072923949580142059.jpg'" border="'0'" alt="'Image" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Jess &amp;amp; I on the Beast&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/6108839026666283659-1905478612661055859?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/1905478612661055859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-june-14-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1905478612661055859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1905478612661055859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/sunday-june-14-2009.html' title='Sunday June 14, 2009'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-124137898863604049</id><published>2009-06-14T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:13:21.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunday'/><title type='text'>Kings Island</title><content type='html'>WOOHOO! I love Kings Island.&lt;div&gt;This was my 2nd trip this season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this time instead of going with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my bestie, Marci, I went with my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;familia (Mom, Dad, Aaron, friend-Mark,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Jessica) It was so fun. But on Son of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beast it was so wild it somehow worked &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the ball of my bellybutton ring so i was &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;paranoid about it for the rest of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But during lunch we saw a country performing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;show and as silly as it was, I truly enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started to rain towards the end but it felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really good. The only scary thing was on the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way back it was storming and my sister was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;driving my brother, his friend, and I and the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;highway was flooded and we were going 15 MPH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was raining so hard you couldn't see anything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But luckily God got us home safely. Thank you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord. Today was amazing. Anyone who has a gold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pass, let me know and we can go to Kings Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(as long as I know you :P )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-124137898863604049?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/124137898863604049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/kings-island.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/124137898863604049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/124137898863604049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/kings-island.html' title='Kings Island'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-788836834792610774</id><published>2009-06-12T19:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:37:49.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i want'/><title type='text'>I wish</title><content type='html'>I wish I had my own personal bible. &lt;div&gt;One that I could read every night before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fell asleep. One that I could learn from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One to make me a better person. To teach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me the ways of God and Christ. Some &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;people may not agree with me. But I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it is a good, solid, thing to rely on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Emotionally, mentally, yeah. All of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-788836834792610774?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/788836834792610774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/788836834792610774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/788836834792610774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wish.html' title='I wish'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-1197342729058622354</id><published>2009-06-12T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:07:17.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jessica home'/><title type='text'>Sissy</title><content type='html'>My sister is home :) Yay!&lt;div&gt;I was so excited that she's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home...but it feels like she never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left. This morning at like 9:30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I climbed into her bed and she&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up and saw me (oops I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;didn't mean to wake her). But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had forgotten that she was even&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;home! Haha. Anyways, she is coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to support me (along with my mom)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at my audition and then we're going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shopping and having a night out on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the town. Too bad this weather stinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-1197342729058622354?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/1197342729058622354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/sissy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1197342729058622354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1197342729058622354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/sissy.html' title='Sissy'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8621596527458085866</id><published>2009-06-10T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:35:36.285-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='week'/><title type='text'>Schedule</title><content type='html'>Wednesday:Prepare ACT material&lt;div&gt;Thursday:Move Jess back home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:Audition for trailer (TV series)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:Audition &amp;amp; ACT classes (9AM-6PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:ACT classes (9AM-6PM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:Catch up on sleep!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:Jonas Brother's "Lines, Vines, and Trying Times" album comes out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm busier in the summer than during the school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's a GOOD busy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8621596527458085866?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8621596527458085866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/schedule.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8621596527458085866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8621596527458085866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/schedule.html' title='Schedule'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-4376158791619984090</id><published>2009-06-10T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:29:28.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yayyyyy'/><title type='text'>Luck turning around?</title><content type='html'>So Yeah I don't know how (or if) you can delete blogs posted. I accidentally&lt;div&gt;pressed 'enter' after typing the title to the blog posted before this but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWHO WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY IN THAT WAS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my day isn't going so well. My mom is a ....yeah. and I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in pain (like heart attack pain) and I'm moping in my bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just laying there playing around on my phone when my mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;storms in and throws the phone at me and says "here talk, its&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your agency". Turns out they have an audition they want me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;go to Friday. It's for a trailer that a production company hopes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to bloom into a t.v. series if the trailer goes over well. Wish me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;luck and hopefully this is the first step to following my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lord. I promise to be loyal and faithful and work my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;absolute hardest. Please watch over me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-4376158791619984090?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/4376158791619984090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/luck-turning-around_10.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4376158791619984090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4376158791619984090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/luck-turning-around_10.html' title='Luck turning around?'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8263818543766682558</id><published>2009-06-10T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T09:59:59.006-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid stupid stupid'/><title type='text'>Frustrating</title><content type='html'>So my debit card number got hacked from a website I ordered&lt;div&gt;from and someone was using it. My mom called the bank and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;told them. They blocked my card and looked into it. Turns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;out they can't prove that someone else did it since they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;have my card number and expiration date and everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now my mom thinks I'm a retard and don't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;using my card those days when I KNOW  I didn't. God! She&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thinks I'm lying to her about the whole thing now. Yeah, I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gonna tell you I didn't do those purchases, someone else did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT'S THE TRUTH. Good Lord I wouldn't lie about something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like this! And to top it all off I'm feeling stress in my chest and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's like I'm having a freaking heart attack. Maybe if I keel over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dead my mom will believe me about all of this. 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title='Frustrating'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-2781989150121615247</id><published>2009-06-09T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:59:43.611-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers "Fly with Me"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/un-KTpvCPXo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" 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better&lt;div&gt;and more colorful and way cooler. all probos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I'm not sure what "probos" means but I read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it somewhere so I hope I'm using it right) to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JESSICA RAE :) thanks hun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt she deserved her own blog post&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;since she sent me the link to the site&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that I got this awesome template from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-9066576302586429463?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/9066576302586429463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;JONAS BROTHERS: "FLY WITH ME"&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;pre style="font: normal normal normal 11px/normal verdana; line-height: 16px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; "&gt;If time was still The sun would never never find us We could light up The sky tonight I would see the world through your eyes Leave it all behind  If it's you and me forever If it's you and me right now That'd be alright Be alright We're chasing stars to lose our shadow Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine So won't you fly with me  Oh yeah Gotta fly with me now  Now the past Can come alive And give it meaning And a reason To give all I can To believe once again  If it's you and me forever If it's you and me right now That'd be alright Be alright We're chasing stars to lose our shadow Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine So won't you fly with me  Maybe you were just afraid Knowing you were miles away From the place where you needed to be And that's right here with me  It's you and me forever You and me right now That'd be alright We're chasing stars to lose our shadow Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine So won't you fly with me  If it's you and me forever If it's you and me right now I'd be alright Be alright We're chasing stars to lose our shadow Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine So won't you fly Fly Fly  With me&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-7974424412351618801?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-23739214197433523</id><published>2009-06-07T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:50:10.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer jessica lynn'/><title type='text'>Jessica Lynn Wickman</title><content type='html'>My sister comes home from college for the summer this friday&lt;div&gt;(6-12-09).I can't wait! My mom and I get to help her move out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I get to ride with my sister for the 3 hours trip back. But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm super excited because I've missed her so much! Yesterday,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom and I went up there to take her some things to pack her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;stuff into. We had our two puppies with us. Her boyfriend came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with us to dinner at Bennigan's (which is amazing!!) He is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a super sweet gentleman and he is so great to my sister&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he's really nice and social to me and my mom. Which is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a very good quality in a boy. I can't wait until he comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and visits us this summer. I'm in such a great mood. Summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fever has hit me and it has hit me hard. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-23739214197433523?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/23739214197433523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/jessica-lynn-wickman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/23739214197433523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/23739214197433523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/jessica-lynn-wickman.html' title='Jessica Lynn Wickman'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-4903586015324562718</id><published>2009-06-05T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T06:05:39.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer beginning plans friends'/><title type='text'>Thurs/Fri 6/4 &amp; 6/5</title><content type='html'>Soo here it goes:&lt;div&gt;Movies with Marci, Sammi, &amp;amp; Casey (we saw Drag Me to Hell-freakky movie!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then me and Marci left to pick up our sibs from school and take them home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we met Sammi and Casey at O'Charleys . Then we went back to Casey's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where we played Twister Moves &amp;amp; Catch Phrase. Sammi and I left to gas up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my car and stop by her house while Marci and Casey went to Marci's house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to get a phone charger and movies. Then we went back to Casey's and watched&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The House Bunny and something else (I don't remember). Then we all got hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so me and Sammi made a late night run to McDonald's and Taco Bell. (After eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;McDonald's fries I seriously thought I had food poisoning because Sammi and I were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;both feeling sick, and they were GROSS) Then we watched Twilight until 1AM (way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after Marci and Casey passed out) and Sammi and I shut it off and I layed in the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dark trying to fall asleep until almost 3AM! Then I woke up at 6AM because Marci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I had planned to go to Waffle House after we dropped her sister off at school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out, we could go straight to Waffle House where we ran into my mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and brother! :] We got free breakfast (mi madre paid (: ) and now I am waiting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for Marci to come over and we are going to lay out by my pool all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SWEET SUMMER TIME RIGHT?! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-4903586015324562718?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/4903586015324562718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursfri-64-65.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4903586015324562718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/4903586015324562718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursfri-64-65.html' title='Thurs/Fri 6/4 &amp; 6/5'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-7656901133216507465</id><published>2009-06-03T11:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:01:00.075-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><title type='text'>Funniest thing ever :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP-KFnYg6Hw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rP-KFnYg6Hw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-7656901133216507465?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/7656901133216507465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/funniest-thing-ever.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7656901133216507465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7656901133216507465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/funniest-thing-ever.html' title='Funniest thing ever :)'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6622272971264822997</id><published>2009-06-02T14:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:02:53.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love my mom'/><title type='text'>My mother</title><content type='html'>Everyone has those moments when they can't stand&lt;div&gt;their mom. I have those often too. She gets in bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moods and can be very irritable but at the end of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the day, I still love her. She supports me with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything I do..or want to do.  She's there to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;laugh with, to cry with, to be bored with,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or just to be with. I know she'll go with me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whichever way my path shall lead me. When&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was little, she would lead and I would follow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we stand side by side and conquer all &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;obstacles that stand before us. I love you Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-6622272971264822997?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6622272971264822997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6622272971264822997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6622272971264822997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mother.html' title='My mother'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6880924701548936865</id><published>2009-05-30T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T15:28:42.255-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer dreams'/><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>This week coming up is exam week. I know I should study&lt;div&gt;my butt off for them but I can't bring myself to waste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that large amount of time. I know..that's ridiculous. This&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summer I have set goals and aspirations for myself. I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cannot wait to see how my life changes this summer. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hope, dream, pray, want, wish, feel, desire, ponder my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dreams every night before I fall asleep. I can lie awake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for hours just thinking about my dreams and the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think about where I am now, or what I am doing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with my life now. I just think about where my life is going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and where I want it to go. I dream about what I want more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;than anything. I really am a big dreamer. You guys have no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idea. I don't know how many people read my blog posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For all I know, this is my virtual diary and I am the only&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one who sees it. Either way, I feel I can share these things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with anyone (or no one) on here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-6880924701548936865?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6880924701548936865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6880924701548936865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6880924701548936865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-591403021373608307</id><published>2009-05-29T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T15:30:40.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever the sickest kids whoa oh'/><title type='text'>Current Favorite song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Whoa Oh!" By-Forever The Sickest Kids &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I candy-coat and cover everything &lt;br /&gt;but I'm still hiding underneath &lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time, &lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time &lt;br /&gt;A thousand faces looking up at me &lt;br /&gt;hands all pointing to the ceiling &lt;br /&gt;Oh what a feeling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got friends in highly low places &lt;br /&gt;I'm standing on post, and I'm posted up&lt;br /&gt;cant afford to lose them &lt;br /&gt;I've got friends and highly low places &lt;br /&gt;I'll go inside when I wanna party &lt;br /&gt;Grab a girl and dance (don't touch me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh, &lt;br /&gt;Why do I put myself in these situations &lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh, &lt;br /&gt;I keep pushing myself even though &lt;br /&gt;I can't take it at all, whoa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, who taught you how to move like that? &lt;br /&gt;at this pace you're at you're at you're going way too fast &lt;br /&gt;I, I saw you from across the room &lt;br /&gt;It's me vs. every guy &lt;br /&gt;It's your choice, you choose &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got friends in highly low places &lt;br /&gt;it's been a long time it's been a long time &lt;br /&gt;and maybe baby you can rise above the rest to meet me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh, &lt;br /&gt;Why do I put myself in these situations &lt;br /&gt;Whoa Whoa oh Whoa oh, &lt;br /&gt;I keep pushing myself even though &lt;br /&gt;I can't take it at all &lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh, &lt;br /&gt;Why do I put myself in these situations &lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh, &lt;br /&gt;I keep pushing myself even though &lt;br /&gt;I can't take it at all, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're worth, &lt;br /&gt;losing my self esteem &lt;br /&gt;Your clever words mean &lt;br /&gt;nothing more to me than &lt;br /&gt;than a line i heard in a movie &lt;br /&gt;You're worth, &lt;br /&gt;losing my losing my losing my self esteem &lt;br /&gt;You're not worth, &lt;br /&gt;putting myself in these situations &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh, &lt;br /&gt;Why do I put myself in these situations &lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh, &lt;br /&gt;I keep pushing myself even though &lt;br /&gt;I can't take it at all &lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh, &lt;br /&gt;Why do I put myself in these situations &lt;br /&gt;Whoa oh Whoa oh Whoa oh, &lt;br /&gt;I keep pushing myself even though &lt;br /&gt;I can't take it at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-591403021373608307?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/591403021373608307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/current-favorite-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/591403021373608307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/591403021373608307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/current-favorite-song.html' title='Current Favorite song'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-5045658111852760823</id><published>2009-05-21T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T19:00:43.263-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonas brothers'/><title type='text'>My new favorite song :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   line-height: 20px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;JONAS BROTHERS "PARANOID" :] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--loveee ittt &lt;3--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i make the most of all the stress&lt;br /&gt;i try to live without regret&lt;br /&gt;but i m about to break a sweat&lt;br /&gt;im freaking out&lt;br /&gt;its like a poison in my brain&lt;br /&gt;its like a fog that blurs the scene&lt;br /&gt;its like a vine you cant untame&lt;br /&gt;oh im freaking out&lt;br /&gt;everytime i turn around&lt;br /&gt;something dont feel right&lt;br /&gt;i might be paranoid&lt;br /&gt;im boarding the lines&lt;br /&gt;cause they just might split&lt;br /&gt;can someone stop the noise?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what it is&lt;br /&gt;but it just dont fit&lt;br /&gt;im paranoid&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take the next stairway steps&lt;br /&gt;to get some air into my chest&lt;br /&gt;cant hear the thoughts inside my head&lt;br /&gt;im still freaking out&lt;br /&gt;thats why my ex is stil lmy ex&lt;br /&gt;i never trust a word she says&lt;br /&gt;im runnin all the background checks&lt;br /&gt;and shes freaking out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytime i turn around somethings just not right&lt;br /&gt;might be paranoid&lt;br /&gt;im boardin the lines cause they just might split&lt;br /&gt;can someone stop the noise?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what it is&lt;br /&gt;but it just dont fit&lt;br /&gt;consider me destroyed&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont know how to act cause i lost my head&lt;br /&gt;j i must be paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought it would come to this&lt;br /&gt;im paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stuck in the room&lt;br /&gt;were staring faces&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;im caught in a nightmare&lt;br /&gt;i cant wake up&lt;br /&gt;if you hear my cry running threw her streets&lt;br /&gt;im about to ffreak&lt;br /&gt;come and rescue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she might be paranoid&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;im boarding the lines cause they just might split&lt;br /&gt;can someone stop the noise?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what it is&lt;br /&gt;but it just dont fit&lt;br /&gt;consider me destroyed&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how to act cause i lost&lt;br /&gt;cause i lost my head&lt;br /&gt;i must be paranoid&lt;br /&gt;i never thought it would come to this&lt;br /&gt;im paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-5045658111852760823?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/5045658111852760823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-favorite-song-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5045658111852760823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5045658111852760823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-favorite-song-d.html' title='My new favorite song :D'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8986396711103964628</id><published>2009-05-20T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:49:21.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ipod brother gone new'/><title type='text'>Newest</title><content type='html'>I just ordered a new iPod nano. I decided my old&lt;div&gt;nano has music on it that was from my old laptop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so that library is gone and I don't want to mess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with it. My iPhone has my newest library and favorite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;music on it but I don't want to jog or exercise with my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;phone. So I decided to get a new one. It's a purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nano. I got free engraving on the back. It says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"follow your dream (Jennifer Lynn)" I kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of wish i would have put the Jonas Brother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quote "livin' the dream baby" or "Life's a climb,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but the view's great." from the Hannah Montana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;movie. I don't really care though. But yeah that's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my exciting new news for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and my brother left for Washington D.C today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I'm an only child until Saturday night. I pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he is safe down there and really has a great time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that God keeps my little brother safe all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the way through his journey home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8986396711103964628?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8986396711103964628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/newest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8986396711103964628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8986396711103964628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/newest.html' title='Newest'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8429601640109337083</id><published>2009-05-18T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:29:26.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='people.'/><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>I sometimes wish I was surrounded by more influential and inspirational people...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I am going to say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8429601640109337083?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8429601640109337083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8429601640109337083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8429601640109337083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-7955321617242152472</id><published>2009-05-18T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:26:12.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts life path dream'/><title type='text'>My life:Update</title><content type='html'>My life is something I like to blog about so one day a &lt;div&gt;few years from now, I can look back and think 'wow that's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what my life was like'...hopefully I'll be able to say "it was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so boring and slow compared to my life now"Obviously I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like life in the fast lane. I'm a going, going, and keep on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going type of person. I keep swimming..even against the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;current. This wasn't my point of this blog but it seems&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like a good path to travel along. Ever since I have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doing schooling on my own terms my life has been the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;way I want it. I finish school work around 10-11 A.M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I read, do yoga/pilates/walk my dog at the park/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bike ride. I stay active. I practice my violin and keep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;time to myself. I like being alone. I honestly don't mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I listen to music, I let my mind wander wherever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it wants. Usually I end up day dreaming about how I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;want my life and where I want to be. My mind is never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;blank. Maybe that's why I have troubles falling asleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then staying asleep. I spend more time at night lying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;awake thinking when I really should be letting my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rest. It's not something I can truly control. I've tried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;many times, but all attempts prove futile. Well I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;am sorry for boring you all, my blogging friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be back (manana) tomorrow to tell you what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new thoughts have creeped into my mind when it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;really should be vacant. Adios.Chao. Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-7955321617242152472?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/7955321617242152472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-lifeupdate.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7955321617242152472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/7955321617242152472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-lifeupdate.html' title='My life:Update'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-1711026286278112933</id><published>2009-05-16T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T04:44:09.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend-5/15/09</title><content type='html'>So yesterday my mom and I picked my brother&lt;div&gt;up from school and went to eat at O'Charleys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that me and my mom went shopping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at Macys. YAYY shoppping :D and now for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the rest of the weekend I will be at my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;acting classes for a total of 18 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@#$%^&amp;amp;* happy weekend right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-1711026286278112933?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/1711026286278112933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-51509.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1711026286278112933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1711026286278112933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-51509.html' title='Weekend-5/15/09'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-1039567189310586483</id><published>2009-05-14T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:20:36.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weather in ohio'/><title type='text'>Ohio Weather gets me Down</title><content type='html'>Ohio is a state that experiences all four seasons...in one week.&lt;div&gt;The beginning of this week was sunny and mostly warm and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;beautiful. As of yesterday, it's been rainy and stormy and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;chilly outside. It stormed all night last night. It's under&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;constant cloud cover and it's getting me down.  I don't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;like wet, cold, cloudy and depressing weather. I like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it warm and sunny and bright! I think I'll try to convince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my mom to let us move somewhere with consistently&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gorgeous weather. It really is true that the weather &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;affects your mood. When it's sunny I'm happy and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bouncy and outside being active. When it's rainy I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sad and lazy and sleepy and I feel like a bum because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't do things outside.. *sighhhh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-1039567189310586483?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/1039567189310586483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohio-weather-gets-me-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1039567189310586483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/1039567189310586483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohio-weather-gets-me-down.html' title='Ohio Weather gets me Down'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-5428479472406240212</id><published>2009-05-12T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:36:45.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may 12 2009'/><title type='text'>My Tues. May 12, 2009</title><content type='html'>Well I did my school work this morning. &lt;div&gt;After that I read my newest favorite book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'The Alchemist' (by Paulo Coehlo) outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a little chilly but gorgeously sunny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had lunch with my momma. Then we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left to pick my brother and his friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;up from school. After we dropped them off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had to go out to Versailles, IN for my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dentist appointment. Then my mom and I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;went to dinner at Golden Corral. It was amazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but we ate so much. So, when we got home we&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decided to go for a bike ride at the park. When&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we got back we chilled in the backyard playing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with out dogs and enjoying the sunset. I just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finished my pilates workout and now I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;going to finish 'The Alchemist'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no class connects tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so I can sleep in. And since it will be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;rainy, I will be stuck indoors doing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;indoorsy stuff all day. I love my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-5428479472406240212?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/5428479472406240212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-tues-may-12-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5428479472406240212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/5428479472406240212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-tues-may-12-2009.html' title='My Tues. May 12, 2009'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-6471021674742316226</id><published>2009-05-11T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T16:44:57.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend activities'/><title type='text'>My weekend</title><content type='html'>So Friday night I went to my brother's confirmation.&lt;div&gt;(I was his sponsor). And after we went out to eat. My&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;best friend, Marci, came over and spent the night. The&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next day (Saturday) we all went to Kings Island. (Yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we rode Diamondback...twice. It was pretty thrilling).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night my mom, brother, and I went to my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cousin's graduation party. She just graduated from&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;college. Sunday my mom and I took a road trip to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohio University to visit my older sister, Jessica. We&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;surprised her with her dog, Kasey. It was so fun seeing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(and hearing) her be surprised. Haha! We had lunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with her and then went walking around a bit on campus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a fun weekend. And I was totally exhausted today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-6471021674742316226?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/6471021674742316226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6471021674742316226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/6471021674742316226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-weekend.html' title='My weekend'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-2718802182887404834</id><published>2009-05-10T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T17:31:27.334-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YoutTube video'/><title type='text'>My newest YouTube video</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7yAzeMj5lE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O7yAzeMj5lE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;This is me and my best friend, Marci. We have some crazy and funny times at night. Watch it, you'll laugh! :D&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/6108839026666283659-2718802182887404834?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/2718802182887404834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-newest-youtube-video.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2718802182887404834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/2718802182887404834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-newest-youtube-video.html' title='My newest YouTube video'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8871468932682691246</id><published>2009-05-05T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:16:13.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working to be better'/><title type='text'>Contributions</title><content type='html'>In order to work towards my goal of being a "better me"&lt;div&gt;i just spent the last hour (which I would normally be &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching 'The. O.C' on soapnet) and I biked 14 miles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which include lots and lots of hills. I rode to the bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;trail (3 miles away) I biked the entire trail (8 miles) and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then I biked back (3 miles). wow those hills are killers..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;especially going UP! haha. and for those of you checking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my math right now: let me help you out (3+3(=6)+8=14)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes! I did it and later on tonight I'm going to do my daily&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pilates workout for 40 minutes and yoga for atleast 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very soon here. I hope I inspire others to be healthier &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;because it truly does make you feel a lot better about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yourself...oh and it was some good quality time with my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;little brother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8871468932682691246?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8871468932682691246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/contributions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8871468932682691246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8871468932682691246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/contributions.html' title='Contributions'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6108839026666283659.post-8456822061064685975</id><published>2009-05-04T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:20:36.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter i want followers'/><title type='text'>TWITTER</title><content type='html'>I know there's a thing on the side of my blog&lt;div&gt;about my twitter account. but I though I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would advertise in a blog as well. I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as many followers on twitter as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so either follow me through the thing on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the side or go to my twitter profile :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://twitter.com/jennwickman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6108839026666283659-8456822061064685975?l=jennwickman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/feeds/8456822061064685975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8456822061064685975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6108839026666283659/posts/default/8456822061064685975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennwickman.blogspot.com/2009/05/twitter.html' title='TWITTER'/><author><name>jennwickman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15014966572859092238</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hdXC7h7jYzk/S3SB5sFMOkI/AAAAAAAAALw/tWXoBMt9Z7g/S220/Photo+23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
