<?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-3749080762699858879</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:01:21.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jaclyn called Jace</title><subtitle type='html'>Virtute et valare luceo non uro</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-662717828220719727</id><published>2009-06-29T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T10:45:15.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Fried</title><content type='html'>So I have the sunburn of a life time, and it couldn't be more hideous. Other than that things are fine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we went to a car show for Jordens birthday. We saw a lot of cool cars, and it just made me want to get out and work on my car. There was this master piece rat rod there that I took loads of pictures of.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352806415315250066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/Skj9EwhMK5I/AAAAAAAAASE/uPomMd9yqKM/s400/100_3222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352806420031338114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/Skj9FCFl9oI/AAAAAAAAASM/H8gwjwXPgGI/s400/100_3230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352806429982829938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/Skj9FnKNrXI/AAAAAAAAASU/7gDOpfqh6vk/s400/100_3247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show, we went to the farmers market in Gresham, and got some Hawaiian ice. Lillie got her ears pierced, and Jorden got some new earrings, as Katelyn Zoe and I watched on. We went back to Jordens and had icecream cake. Zoe Katelyn and I went to Ariel's birthday after that and played Betrayal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went to a craft day at the twins friend Tori's house. I played with paint the entire time. Then I came home and lazzzed around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3749080762699858879-662717828220719727?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/662717828220719727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=662717828220719727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/662717828220719727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/662717828220719727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/06/super-fried.html' title='Super Fried'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/Skj9EwhMK5I/AAAAAAAAASE/uPomMd9yqKM/s72-c/100_3222.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-2962290211184085990</id><published>2009-05-04T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T10:32:15.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>howdy from beyond</title><content type='html'>So I never update anymore... I think it's because I only update about good stuff, and don't really ever want to talk about the bad. This is funny to me because most writers are inspired by all the misery in their lives, but whatever...&lt;br /&gt;The last couple weeks have been tough, and that's all i have to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Drawing class was canceled today, due to my teachers sickness. Currently stuck in the library bored out of my mind! my next class doesn't start until 1:10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've been thinking about lately is Star Trek! seriously if I let my mind wounder at all I get lost in the last episode I watched... I live a very sad life...&lt;br /&gt;I have mixed feelings about the movie coming out. While I can't wait to see it, I also think that I will hate it because I'm far too attached to the original cast. I'm obsessed with Spock and if this new guy fucks it up then I most likely will hate it to death!!! I probably will like it though. I herd that they'll probably make 3 or 4 of these movies so they'd better be good. Zoe was saying that &lt;em&gt;Dark Knight&lt;/em&gt; lifted the bar for comic movies the other day, after watching &lt;em&gt;Wolverine Origins&lt;/em&gt;. I can't help but agree, everything in my mind will be judged by that movie, it is the new standard. Wolverine didn't quite live up to my expectations, but what am I gonna do, hate an X-men movie???&lt;br /&gt;There's talk of us going to see Star Trek at an Imax, that should be intense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-2962290211184085990?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2962290211184085990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=2962290211184085990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2962290211184085990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2962290211184085990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/05/howdy-from-beyond.html' title='howdy from beyond'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-366349897057865281</id><published>2009-04-08T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T12:29:24.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turning spinning jumping</title><content type='html'>I am in the college library waiting for my next class to start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last posted, and lots has happened. Winter term is out and Spring is in, and I had a good spring break while it lasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my week for spring:&lt;br /&gt;Mon/Wen- Drawing 1, 9:00-11:50. Film, The Great Directors, 1:10-3:00.&lt;br /&gt;Tues- BIO 102, 9:00-10:20. Lab 10:30-12:20&lt;br /&gt;Thur- BIO 102, 9:00-10:20.&lt;br /&gt;I also am taking a Web based creative writing class&lt;br /&gt;Free Fridays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krissie and Ron are arriving on Saturday, and will be staying for about a week before departing on their epic journey.&lt;br /&gt;We are hiking on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I'll also be doing a bit of gaming this weekend, though I don't really know when I'll have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I hung out with Lillie after she finished her SSE. We had lunch with her mom, which was a little weird. I'm not used to being around her with so few people. But she bought my lunch so that was nice. After that we went to Jordens and watched &lt;em&gt;Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;But I'm a Cheerleader, &lt;/em&gt;and went for a walk. Jordens house was so fucking hot, it was tropical, Lillie and I nearly died.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Lillie doesn't know how to cartwheel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-366349897057865281?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/366349897057865281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=366349897057865281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/366349897057865281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/366349897057865281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/04/turning-spinning-jumping.html' title='turning spinning jumping'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-5633034422345319613</id><published>2009-03-16T13:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T21:16:07.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one day at a time</title><content type='html'>Tuesday- got food poisoning, barfed all night.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- barfed in the early hours, had stomach cramps the rest of the day, went to school. Got picked up and slept&lt;br /&gt;Thursday- woke up. went to school. went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jordens&lt;/span&gt;. had dinner with him and his mom. went to Lillie and Zoe's play. went to Shari's. went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Friday- nothing&lt;br /&gt;Saturday-nothing&lt;br /&gt;Sunday-watched movies at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jordens&lt;/span&gt;. Driving lessons, and a really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sucky&lt;/span&gt; imitation of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Reanimator&lt;/span&gt;. Went home and finished paper for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;WR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Today- Turned in paper. going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jordens&lt;/span&gt; to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Brisco&lt;/span&gt;, and work on comic.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow- going to take Bio final. Finish HP paper.&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday- turn in HP paper. Katelyn comes home. FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there I don't know what will happen....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-5633034422345319613?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5633034422345319613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=5633034422345319613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/5633034422345319613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/5633034422345319613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-day-at-time.html' title='one day at a time'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-8509821134132626352</id><published>2009-03-10T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:43:59.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the Watchmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SbckqBYWGDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HtPzzwq41Vk/s1600-h/untitledRor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311754589850441778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SbckqBYWGDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HtPzzwq41Vk/s400/untitledRor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saw Watchmen on Friday with Olivia, Jorden, Lillie, and Zoseph. Jorden, Lillie and I had all read the comic and were freaking out with excitement for months! Zoe is just a big nerd and Olivia likes awesome movies (most of the time(meaning sometimes she doesn't like all the movies that I like... the loser)). I really liked it a lot, despite the fact that some of the stuff that I really liked from the comic wasn't in the movie, and the fact that the sex scenes were awkwardly long... Seriously what is up with Zack Snyder! Watching the movie just made me more pissed at Jon for being an ass and killing my favorite character, Rorschach. Must... Not ... entangle myself... in... angry emotions!!! I really wish that they had had the giant psychic octopus thing at the end of the movie like there was in the comic. The movie it's self is a piece of art, the colors are vibrant and faithful to the comic, as are the costumes. Overall good, but I'm not sure if regular movie goers will like it... P.S. Fuck Ozymandias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday I went to a classic car show with Lillie and Jorden. We saw so many beautiful cars, i nearly died at the sight of each one. So many master pieces in one building it was a little more then I could take.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311754601861996082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SbckquIH3jI/AAAAAAAAAR8/uhUkTz5PYDY/s400/100_2311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the show we went to Billy Heartbeats and had awesome Malted chocolate milkshakes,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I drank all of mine and felt ridiculously fat afterwords. Such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took my Bio Lab final today, and I think I passed. I also gave my final speech for SP100 and got a B. My grades in those classes are going to be good, it's my other two classes I'm not so sure about... My HP class is kinda killing me, and my WR122 class makes me feel hopeless... I have to write a paper for both of these classes and turn it in on Monday, and I'm not looking forward to it. At least school will be over by Tuesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last weekend of spring break I'm going to Gamestorm, and I'm really excited. Lillie and Zoe go every year and Jorden goes now too. Hopefully Katelyn will be able to go, but I don't see why she wouldn't. I miss Katelyn &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3749080762699858879-8509821134132626352?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8509821134132626352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=8509821134132626352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8509821134132626352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8509821134132626352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/watching-watchmen.html' title='Watching the Watchmen'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SbckqBYWGDI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HtPzzwq41Vk/s72-c/untitledRor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-2108086194956726890</id><published>2009-03-01T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T13:42:50.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy March</title><content type='html'>I love it when the month changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The semester is almost over... YES! I took all serious classes this semester, no electives... my brain is dying a little more everyday with no new creative outlet. I signed up for three electives for next semester to compensate for this horrific semester. So that's good.&lt;br /&gt;Still a little less then three weeks left for this semester, but then we'll have break and that will be awesome! that is, at this point, all that I'm living for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday the twins, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jorden&lt;/span&gt;, and I saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Slumdog&lt;/span&gt; Millionaire, and it was really good. I seriously must own that movie when it comes out. The End. p.s. the soundtrack was also awesome and I'm listening to it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I watched The Guild all day, and needless to say, I'm obsessed. I can't wait for the new season to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/grCTXGW3sxQ&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/grCTXGW3sxQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.watchtheguild.com/"&gt;www.watchtheguild.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Vork&lt;/span&gt;, and laugh at everything he says.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-2108086194956726890?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2108086194956726890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=2108086194956726890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2108086194956726890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2108086194956726890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-march.html' title='Happy March'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-5628350742114999716</id><published>2009-02-23T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T15:22:20.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solid Organic Steel</title><content type='html'>I got a test back from my Health and Fitness class today. Apparently my teacher for the class is a huge comic nerd and here is a couple of questions off the test:&lt;br /&gt;The Incredible Hulk and the X-Men's Colossus have been teleported to an alternate dimension owned by the evil warlord MoJo. They are currently in an epic battle with the Juggernaut and MoJo. All of these behemoths weigh 800 pounds each. List two method of determining the body fat percentage for these behemoths.______ ______&lt;br /&gt;After testing them, you have determined that The Hulk is 8% body fat, the Juggernaut is 16% body fat, MoJo is 72% body fat, and you have found that Colossus is 100% solid organic steel. How many pounds of fat do they each have?&lt;br /&gt;This cracked me up! so i thought I would share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-5628350742114999716?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5628350742114999716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=5628350742114999716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/5628350742114999716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/5628350742114999716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/solid-organic-steel.html' title='Solid Organic Steel'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-792570889265837195</id><published>2009-02-18T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:17:39.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to Christopher Moore's book signing at Powells. He's on tour promoting his new book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fool&lt;/span&gt;, which I just finished reading. It was awesome to see him in person, he is a really nice guy, and is really funny in person. I was excited to hear that he is half way done with his next book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bite Me&lt;/span&gt;, the third book in his vampire series. After telling us this he said that he has the idea for the book after that, which will be about french painters... strange but he's my favorite author so I'll end up reading it no matter what the subject. I got my copy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fool&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lamb&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Practical Demon Keeping&lt;/span&gt; signed. A lot of people brought all of his books, so the next time he comes around I'm going to be ready!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SZyig9bdlYI/AAAAAAAAARs/7uU-pFv1lWU/s1600-h/chris+moore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SZyig9bdlYI/AAAAAAAAARs/7uU-pFv1lWU/s400/chris+moore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304293148264863106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-792570889265837195?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/792570889265837195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=792570889265837195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/792570889265837195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/792570889265837195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/fool.html' title='Fool'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SZyig9bdlYI/AAAAAAAAARs/7uU-pFv1lWU/s72-c/chris+moore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-7176819004866062537</id><published>2009-02-15T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:36:42.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zap!</title><content type='html'>I'm putting off writing my paper, for a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;I've been having a lot of weird dreams lately (I've said it before, I know) the one I had last night was just another drop in the bucket. I dreamed a scene in a bar where there were a bunch of towns people who were all looking at the TV. It was a news report on the towns new mayor a woman with shoulder length dark brown hair. The people of the town were talking about how it was a mistake to elect her, and they were angry that they couldn't over power her with their lightning powers, because she was immune to them. The bar became charged and lightning sparked and flashed threw the air... and I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;In about a third of my dreams I'm not even an active character in them. Most of my dreams are nightmares, and I would say only 10% of them are enjoyable. When I go into REM sleep my eyes open, and unless I'm in complete darkness I will dream about the stuff that's around me, like the posters on my wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Even though&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow is Presidents day we still have school, LAME. I could really use another day off, today I hung out with my friends and now I really feel like I could use a day to myself...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-7176819004866062537?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7176819004866062537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=7176819004866062537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/7176819004866062537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/7176819004866062537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/zap.html' title='Zap!'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-8790612110764754263</id><published>2009-02-13T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:58:16.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brisco Crisco Frisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I like to be in wide open space' alone, it's best when you can look around far off into the distance and see no sign of man, it brings me true peace. It was hard for me to adjust in Florence at first because the streets where so tight, i mostly hung around the Piatsa De Santa Senioria and gazed up at Neptune when things got to small for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302729246960178898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SZcUJ7Ei1tI/AAAAAAAAARc/U3TnMqzdw1Q/s400/100_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having weird dreams lately. Last night I dreamed that I got into a fight with Lillie and Jorden at Jorden's house. I stormed out of the front door intending to walk home, but when I got to the side walk I beem of light hit me from above and I was pulled up and into an alien spaceship! I only had a chance to look at my captors, who all had bubble gum like skin and deep voices, before I had waken up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I told you lately how much I love Bruce Campbell? Today I bought Brisco County Jr. the complete series at Costco, then I went to Jorden's to watch it. We only got threw 2 full discs today and there is 8, so we still have a ways to go. Bruce plays a way nicer character in the show then in any other movies I've seen him in before, where hes an asshole the whole time... It's kind of weird, he said stuff like "because we're friends" and he wasn't even a sleaze bag. Everyone in the show has really weird names, like Socrates Poole, Dixie Cousins, and Lord Bowler, not to mention the lead character Brisco County Jr. We decided that it would have been awesome to live in the west in the 1800's because you could walk around with a gun all the time and no one would really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302495584191140594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SZY_o9bKUvI/AAAAAAAAARU/iqpZraaAww0/s400/2462832867_1bfe1f1b5b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-8790612110764754263?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8790612110764754263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=8790612110764754263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8790612110764754263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8790612110764754263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/brisco-crisco-frisco.html' title='Brisco Crisco Frisco'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SZcUJ7Ei1tI/AAAAAAAAARc/U3TnMqzdw1Q/s72-c/100_0330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-2219209956044874059</id><published>2009-02-08T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:16:35.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies, Gypsies, and a couple of Irish guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I went to my first ever car show, down town at the convention center. It was pretty fun, though there was no old cars, we got to look at some really expensive cars, and some really pretty cars, while weeding through the crap ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we ate at the 50's dinner in the mall, where Lillie had a really fucking good chocolate malt shake. I wanted to die!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Stuff, and bought movies. I got &lt;em&gt;Donnie Darko, Planet Terror, &lt;/em&gt;and&lt;em&gt; Moliere&lt;/em&gt;. Then we went to Hollywood Video because Jorden couldn't find the movie he really wanted to watch at Stuff, which was &lt;em&gt;The Man with the Screaming Brain .&lt;/em&gt; This movie had Bruce Campbell in it and was (of course) an instant classic. The movie was about this guy who ended up with half of this other KGB guys brain, and his wife who died and whose brain got put into a robot, they are going after this Gypsy who ruined their lives, and who is crazy and wants to get married.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300520858677170322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SY87ozoAUJI/AAAAAAAAARE/WyqXkK9Oq8k/s400/man_screaming_brain_haut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then we watched &lt;em&gt;Boondock Saints, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Planet Terror&lt;/em&gt;. Both I hadn't seen before, I ended up liking them quite a bit. &lt;em&gt;Planet Terror&lt;/em&gt; is so freaking awesome! Why don't they make more movies like this? oh it was so good, I can't even describe how much I loved it, too awesome for words!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300522829542960194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SY89bhrBrEI/AAAAAAAAARM/FbBVC_Tvem4/s400/planet_terror_still.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-2219209956044874059?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2219209956044874059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=2219209956044874059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2219209956044874059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2219209956044874059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/zombies-gypsies-and-couple-of-irish.html' title='Zombies, Gypsies, and a couple of Irish guys'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SY87ozoAUJI/AAAAAAAAARE/WyqXkK9Oq8k/s72-c/man_screaming_brain_haut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-2244356447382434663</id><published>2009-02-03T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T18:37:27.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>luck? don't be silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Days like this make me think... or rather allow me to drift off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I was supposed to have a midterm, and deliver two speeches. I say supposed to because not one of these things actually happened. Something came up in each of my classes and I ended up having the most pointless day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One good thing that happened today is that I'm buying a car and an engine too. This ( of course ) is something Jorden cooked up. He knows that I have money, and he wanted to have a little project to waist time on, something he tells me will help is career(or some bull like this) and then he shows me this beautiful 1954 Chevy truck. This baby is going for really cheep and after all "only needs an engine." We find one (also cheep) and so I fall in love with it. Before you know it I'm talking to Pablos about buying it, and it's a go, as soon as I get my permit. That's right people I still don't even have a permit! Jorden, knowing that I am a weak human being, was happy to point out that as soon as hes fixed it he will teach me how to drive. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm taking the test this week and passing if it kills me. I've never taken it before, but the dream of this truck drives me on... I know that Jorden is just using me to fuel his hobby, but hey I get a car out of the deal, and if he fixes it then it'll be more meaningful then some crap car my parents give me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we dressed up and went to Rocky. I curled the girls hair with the SUPER CURLER, and we all looked pretty glamorous. While Zoe went to Winter Formal (LOOOOSER) the three of us hung back and danced to ELO while eating pizza, and watching flash movies. I had Magical Trever stuck in my head until the early hours of the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298765086509354018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SYj-xamhzCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bUuOExNUVCc/s400/l_6644c37283384b0bba560a7a6ff69edf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298765084838231618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SYj-xUYGfkI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/39IsaPyarZM/s400/l_f1f13713d9d1440f9b6195f78c50510e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for the day that it will no longer be necessary for Jorden to drop Lillie and I off, when we can just drive home together and sleep only a room apart. The day is coming sooner all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is so good right now, I think I'm the happiest I've ever been. School doesn't even bother me much anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3749080762699858879-2244356447382434663?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2244356447382434663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=2244356447382434663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2244356447382434663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2244356447382434663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/02/luck-dont-be-silly.html' title='luck? don&apos;t be silly'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SYj-xamhzCI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bUuOExNUVCc/s72-c/l_6644c37283384b0bba560a7a6ff69edf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-6775218275645645297</id><published>2009-01-26T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:11:25.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>odd balls and busts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jorden&lt;/span&gt; tried to do something different and brought the girls lunch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instead&lt;/span&gt; of taking them out. The good thing was that we could spend more time with them, but on the down side we where forced to eat lunch with High &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Scholars&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cafeteria&lt;/span&gt;. So it looks like we wont be doing that again. It was much more fun pretending that we where stealing them anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend was an odd one movie wise. I watched 5 movies I'd never seen before this included &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Starship&lt;/span&gt; Troopers 2, Immortal, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Repo&lt;/span&gt; The Genetic Opera, Rosemary's Baby, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Donnie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Darko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. From least to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;greatest&lt;/span&gt; that is the order that I liked them, but they were all good in their own way.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295772251462486834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SX5czfPKyzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jJPc_2sUk6w/s400/fondue_donniedarko_wideweb__470x299,0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295772252415535618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SX5cziyZKgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/58BzUIeA8co/s400/rosemarys_baby01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing scares/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fascinates&lt;/span&gt; me more then Satanists movies, regular horror movies honestly do nothing for me, but nothing captures my imagination more then a couple of devil worshipers. "Hail Satan!" said the cute little old satanist &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;joyously&lt;/span&gt;, sweetly thinking of her dark master. Throughout Rosemary's Baby I kept thinking of  The Last Unicorn, lines like  "I can feel this human body dying all around me!" and " I'm a unicorn! A UNICORN!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;popped&lt;/span&gt; into my head and I would randomly yell them at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;screen&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-6775218275645645297?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6775218275645645297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=6775218275645645297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/6775218275645645297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/6775218275645645297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/odd-balls-and-busts.html' title='odd balls and busts'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SX5czfPKyzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/jJPc_2sUk6w/s72-c/fondue_donniedarko_wideweb__470x299,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-2178833427480892858</id><published>2009-01-15T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:00:08.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In related news</title><content type='html'>There's nothing new really. Back at school, where I triumphantly return to the role of friendless loser, a role I thought that I retired after my freshman year of high school. My mom has also returned to her starring role of nagging overworked mother. What a wonderful world we live in, that people can just pick up the life style they were so happy to have escaped from.&lt;br /&gt;I sit there alone at lunch not even looking up expectantly anymore, because people (no matter how hard you wish they would) don't just come up and say "hey your that really cool happening girl, do you mind if I eat lunch with, I've been hankering to talk about that new Star Trek trailer for ages." and then share their beautifully packed lunch with you while in deep nerdy discussion. You can't blame them though, I would never do something like that, which is why I have no friends at my college. I sit there and eat a little of what ever was left from the night before while reading David &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sedaris&lt;/span&gt;, or listening to either &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Smodcast&lt;/span&gt; or whatever Neil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gaiman&lt;/span&gt; audio book I've gotten the night before. Lame me LAME!&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop crying now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jorden&lt;/span&gt; and I have started the tradition of taking the twins out to lunch on Fridays. The last two times (this has only been going on for the last two weeks) afterward I've gone back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jordens&lt;/span&gt; and had MANLY TIME, which turns out to be pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;My weekends are based around my friends, not my homework. It is only their call that I listen for, and I could care less about anything ells at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-2178833427480892858?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2178833427480892858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=2178833427480892858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2178833427480892858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2178833427480892858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-related-news.html' title='In related news'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-6819692805174985689</id><published>2008-12-22T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:16:23.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>american gods</title><content type='html'>I've been stuck at home a lot lately... so that leads to a lot of reading. I'm currently reading &lt;em&gt;American Gods &lt;/em&gt;by Neil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;. I make the decision to read certain books by the author, not by the content. I read &lt;em&gt;Star Dust &lt;/em&gt;while I was in Italy, because I liked the movie, which led me to like Neil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;. I'll probably read all of his books now. I really do like this one it's kinda sad but I like the main character and the plot (thus far) so hes got me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming. I really can't wait. You'd think that I'd be able to get over the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; of Christmas, but I can't. For my Parents the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt; of getting new presents is outweighed by dealing with where when who what and how of Christmas, never one fucking why for them, it's better not to think about it. Yesterday we fluffed our fake tree, as merrily as was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;necessary&lt;/span&gt; to please my mom. It was also our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;celebrating&lt;/span&gt; the solstice, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;shortest&lt;/span&gt; day the longest night. We did the usual, and it was fun again. Always something I look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just hang around the house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; the snow is gone... waiting...&lt;br /&gt;I'm also waiting for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Threadless&lt;/span&gt; order... damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Holiday&lt;/span&gt; sales&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-6819692805174985689?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6819692805174985689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=6819692805174985689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/6819692805174985689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/6819692805174985689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/american-gods.html' title='american gods'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-309593576234702618</id><published>2008-12-17T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T08:31:27.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>Well I'm back in the USA, back in Oregon. I got back on Saturday night a little before 11. I immediately went to the 24hour hot cake and steak house with my friends, not because i was hungry or in anyway awake, but because seeing and being with my friends was truly magical. I've pretty much been hanging out with them ever since. On Sunday I walked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jordens&lt;/span&gt; in the snow and got Katelyn to come down, I watched them play video games and ate nachos. We went out and played on the ice, sliding on the melted snow.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday my hair appointment was canceled. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; Lillie and we decided to go see My Name is Bruce at the Fox Tower. We all met up at the mall and took the 72 to the max. After the movie we went back to Katelyn's house and watched Iron Man, and I loved it! We spent the night and lazed around the house all day, watching a lot of Disney movies, and taking eating breaks.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird being back home, and yet it's normal, but it's also weird that it could be at all normal. I don't really know what to do with myself, but then again I've been spending nonstop time with my friends, so i don't really have to. It's good to be back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-309593576234702618?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/309593576234702618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=309593576234702618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/309593576234702618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/309593576234702618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/12/well-im-back-in-usa-back-in-oregon.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-8790210720327700928</id><published>2008-09-16T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:19:49.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freeze Ray</title><content type='html'>I have been having some really lazy days recently, today wasn't any different. I stayed home and watched episodes of Charmed, and ordered hot wings and pizza ( the fuckers forgot my soda!). I can't see the girls because they've all got school, and I would really like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time left in America, I'm leaving next Friday early in the morning. I am getting more and more nervous and apprehensive. but lets not talk about that.... got a new camera so I think I'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zune&lt;/span&gt; updated so it now has games, and audio book options. I played &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hexic&lt;/span&gt; while listening to my music on shuffle for about two hours. I also ended up with a lot of new podcast, before I only had the one which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;smodcast&lt;/span&gt;(I fucking love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;smodcast&lt;/span&gt;, they make my week when they put one up!) I'll probable take more then half of the ones that I got after this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to see me before I go, I really only want to hang out with my friends for the majority of everyday. It's truly amazing that we never get bored of each other, the only reason that we stop is when we are forced, which kinda annoys the parents. Could you have more then one love of you life, and be in love with them all at the same time? but also be in love with them without sexual attraction? and love them most when they are all together with you? weird thinking.... I just feel that I belong when I am with my friends, and it's seems that our personality's compliment each other so well. I'm going to miss them A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out that Gram Gram has breast cancer, I don't really know much about it but it's been on my mind lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-8790210720327700928?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8790210720327700928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=8790210720327700928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8790210720327700928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8790210720327700928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/freeze-ray.html' title='Freeze Ray'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-4221209198618833546</id><published>2008-09-07T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:40:58.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My mom took me shopping for the cloths that I needed down town. We spent a LOT of money, but got some really AWESOME stuff.  New cloths and shoes make me so happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Horrible's&lt;/span&gt; Sing-Along Blog today and LOVED IT! So cute. I got the soundtrack and sadly can't stop listening to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; a clip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILObfEzX92k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ILObfEzX92k&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-4221209198618833546?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4221209198618833546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=4221209198618833546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4221209198618833546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4221209198618833546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mom-took-me-shopping-for-cloths-that.html' title=''/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-2970354902350608469</id><published>2008-09-03T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:37:43.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown Begins</title><content type='html'>I am leaving for Italy on the 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;! There are only 24 left! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLAHHH&lt;/span&gt;! I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt; much I need to get done; I need to get a hair cut, go to the dentist, and the doctor, need new shoes, shirts, underwear, socks and such, and mom wants me to get my toes done ( they are kinda ...yeah...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next two days of my life are going to be a homework hell. Maybe I'll talk about it when I have more energy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-2970354902350608469?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2970354902350608469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=2970354902350608469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2970354902350608469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2970354902350608469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/09/countdown-begins.html' title='The Countdown Begins'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-6404620638614684792</id><published>2008-08-30T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:43:13.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellowstone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SLnocSpZamI/AAAAAAAAALA/WMbJ8j3Zm4U/s1600-h/100_2763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240475214161734242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SLnocSpZamI/AAAAAAAAALA/WMbJ8j3Zm4U/s400/100_2763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SLnocdjH0vI/AAAAAAAAALI/5Pme5bXOOeM/s1600-h/100_2553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240475217088205554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SLnocdjH0vI/AAAAAAAAALI/5Pme5bXOOeM/s400/100_2553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SLnocgZvseI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TI03iZzzsTU/s1600-h/100_2769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240475217854181858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SLnocgZvseI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TI03iZzzsTU/s400/100_2769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; just got back from my trip. The best part was when the bear and the wolf almost threw down, but instead had a spirit talk and walked away from each other. We could learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-6404620638614684792?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6404620638614684792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=6404620638614684792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/6404620638614684792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/6404620638614684792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/08/yellowstone.html' title='Yellowstone'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SLnocSpZamI/AAAAAAAAALA/WMbJ8j3Zm4U/s72-c/100_2763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-235986871355993435</id><published>2008-08-21T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:06:02.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fred Astair</title><content type='html'>Is Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katelyn and I watched &lt;em&gt;Swing Time &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;Shall we Dance&lt;/em&gt; on Tuesday and I fell in love with this man! I got the soundtracks to the movies and have been listening to them nonstop! I just love them. They really don't make movies like that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SK26wxhibUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/d7TNsEWNBZs/s1600-h/dance6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237047288792247618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SK26wxhibUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/d7TNsEWNBZs/s400/dance6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SK26xC0UzjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oGmcHUWyFUg/s1600-h/fredagingerr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237047293434449458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SK26xC0UzjI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oGmcHUWyFUg/s400/fredagingerr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SK26xTO3oVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Hx-l5SH_jWs/s1600-h/FREDLINKS%2520copy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237047297840750930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SK26xTO3oVI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Hx-l5SH_jWs/s400/FREDLINKS%2520copy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxPgplMujzQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mxPgplMujzQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipOfF-eZPkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ipOfF-eZPkQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-235986871355993435?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/235986871355993435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=235986871355993435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/235986871355993435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/235986871355993435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/08/httpwww.html' title='Fred Astair'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SK26wxhibUI/AAAAAAAAAKo/d7TNsEWNBZs/s72-c/dance6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-1401968455242030599</id><published>2008-08-17T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:48:17.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Warp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SKhrJJWomHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PMHgG_OcxYg/s1600-h/ROCKY%2520HORROR%2520PICTURE%2520SHOW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235552371692050546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SKhrJJWomHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PMHgG_OcxYg/s400/ROCKY%2520HORROR%2520PICTURE%2520SHOW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last 3 days have been awesome. Yesterday my friends- Lillie, Jorden, Zoe, Olivia, and the twins friend Stephanie- and I went to Rocky, and it was the cabaret cast! They are so much more awesome, they have all the costumes and props, their makeup looks great, and they know whats going on at all times. It was Olivia's first time going so she was a virgin, but because she was under 18 she didn't haft to do anything to traumatic. The theater was packed with virgins last night, there was more of them than there were of us! They could have over run us and taken over the theater if they weret just stupid virgins. But because there was so many people there the audience was really crazy and load. There was this whole group of jocks behind us who just wouldn't shut up! and really didn't get it. The call back lines where not really in unison and you'd hear broken pieces of weird different ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Friday we went to pioneer court house square to watch a movie on the bricks. We got pizza from schmizza, and watched &lt;em&gt;Vacation, &lt;/em&gt;staring Chevy Chase. It was really fun and I'm sorry that we missed the opportunity to see more free movies all summer (this was the last one) we'll have to go next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thrusday I went t0 work at my moms store because she was out of town. Jorden and Lillie picked me up and we watched&lt;em&gt; Starship Troopers &lt;/em&gt;1 and 3. Both the rental stores we went to had 2 rented out. The first one was still awesome, what a classic! but the third one was weird and cheep, and had lots of Jesus talk. The bugs looked sooo much better in the 1st one, I have no idea what happened with that! Now we have got to watch the second one, Jorden said that it was much better than the third, even though it doesn't go along with the story line of either one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh yeah! Last night after Rocky, we went to eat. Zoe dropped off Olivia and Jorden offord to give me a ride home from the Well's house. On the way home (now 4:30ish) Jorden let his car roll down this hill really fast, so we went like 50 down a 25 road. He was like huh I didn't even push the gas, and I was telling him that there is a little police station on that road, about a second latter we got pulled over by a cop. For some reason, whether it be that I was tired or hyped up on sugar, this was too funny to be scary. We were literally a block away from my house, and we are two of the most wholesome kids riding around at 4:30 in the morning, no drugs alcohol or even promiscuity (though as we are both 18 and thus legal we could have, but I don't that anyone would be happy if we had). Jorden was so calm and ... yes I'll say it.. charming. He totally handled the situation and was even being chatty with the cop. He wasn't sure where the registration was for the car we were driving (his moms) but found it. Jorden also was perfectly honest, which was the right move but was almost strange... He didn't give him a ticket, or even a warning. Weird... long night... I went to bed this morning and slept horribly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-1401968455242030599?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1401968455242030599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=1401968455242030599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/1401968455242030599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/1401968455242030599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-worp.html' title='Time Warp'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SKhrJJWomHI/AAAAAAAAAKg/PMHgG_OcxYg/s72-c/ROCKY%2520HORROR%2520PICTURE%2520SHOW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-3721379548542865926</id><published>2008-08-12T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T10:22:19.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>USB Owl</title><content type='html'>I was surfing the web and I found this little USB Owl, witch is cute as a button, but is completely useless. they come in different colors and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SKI0j46im9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Chztrv1bRIY/s1600-h/usbowl_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233803508135926738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SKI0j46im9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Chztrv1bRIY/s400/usbowl_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDy2vm5XvZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xDy2vm5XvZc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY!? It's pointless, there is no point! They exists only to be cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-3721379548542865926?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3721379548542865926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=3721379548542865926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/3721379548542865926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/3721379548542865926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/08/usb-owl.html' title='USB Owl'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SKI0j46im9I/AAAAAAAAAKI/Chztrv1bRIY/s72-c/usbowl_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-2700061521122014599</id><published>2008-08-11T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:18:02.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashland</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fieldtrip&lt;/span&gt;" in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ashland&lt;/span&gt;. I saw &lt;em&gt;Othello, The Further Adventures of Hedda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gabler&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;A Mid Summer Nights Dream. &lt;/em&gt;I was the youngest student on the trip. After the plays every one would want to go drinking and I would walk back to the dorm rooms we were staying in. I spent a lot of time alone, it was nice at first but got boring... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233779109447887650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SKIeXsuAayI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7vu49FKhj90/s400/Othello_1_tce-035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was my first time reading and seeing Othello. It's not my favorite Shakespeare play but I give the man props for keeping to one story line instead of five. The costumes were great, and the set was astonishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233427020490993266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SKDeJbJL7nI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/E8GZ0SYGaxo/s400/Hedda_1_jg_5073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I thought that we were just seeing Hedda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gabler&lt;/span&gt;, but we saw something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;els&lt;/span&gt; entirely. It was very funny, but I feel like I didn't get all the literary references.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233431816782638482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SKDigmuObZI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/t76EWmp7ojQ/s400/Midsummer_setups_jg_7006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This was probably the best production that I have ever seen. I have seen about 4 or 5 versions and this one had the best costumes ever! It was also the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;funniest&lt;/span&gt; one I have ever seen! though it was all about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;faeries&lt;/span&gt; and pushed the story of the lovers way to the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a good trip. I did get to spend a lot of time to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3749080762699858879-2700061521122014599?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2700061521122014599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=2700061521122014599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2700061521122014599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2700061521122014599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/08/ashland.html' title='Ashland'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SKIeXsuAayI/AAAAAAAAAKA/7vu49FKhj90/s72-c/Othello_1_tce-035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-4830835564115590398</id><published>2008-07-31T12:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:23:56.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Girls Go to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm listening to Meat Loaf, waiting for my comics to come via UPS. I ordered Hellboy vol. 1 and 3 because I already bought 2. I also got Fables vol. 1, and I hope it's good. I know that Hellboy will be good because I loved the second one so much. I love the Hellboy movies too, and totally wish I owned them...I'll put it on the Christmas list...because I'm a child.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229274507033511170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SJIddVC9BQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gYHrS_H6rlc/s400/Hellboy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229275153840795170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SJIeC-l07iI/AAAAAAAAAI4/XVWkpJPbUJo/s400/Fables_Legends_in_Exile_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really excited for Italy, it's practically all I think about. This morning, in between slapping the snooze, I had some nice Mediterranean men fantasys. But that is not the only reason that I'm excited to go, I'm also supper stoked about seeing all the art and experiencing the culture. I put a bunch of Italian movies on my netflix cue, and the other day I watched one of them, it was called &lt;em&gt;Divorce Italian Style. &lt;/em&gt;It was made in the '60s and was in Italian. The storey was a little crazy but I have to say that the main character, Ferdinando, was a total self centered sleaze, but he was likable and that was a little weird. I wouldn't recommend this movie, it was alright, but was no great cinematic achievement (unlike Evil Dead II!!!). What this movie did do for me was some nice Italian background noise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is the midnight release of &lt;em&gt;Breaking Dawn &lt;/em&gt;by Stephenie Meyer. I would say that I can't wait, but honestly I can. I have got sooooo much work to do, I don't even know when I'm going to have time to read the book. But I am sure that as soon as I hold it I'll find the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm Hungry! Where are my comics!!!&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/3749080762699858879-4830835564115590398?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4830835564115590398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=4830835564115590398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4830835564115590398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4830835564115590398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-girls-go-to-heaven.html' title='Good Girls Go to Heaven'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SJIddVC9BQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gYHrS_H6rlc/s72-c/Hellboy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-1644114591508464754</id><published>2008-07-27T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T10:49:30.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose Gos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SIywPxLt9iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GgUXB1x47ZA/s1600-h/102603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227747052417316386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SIywPxLt9iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GgUXB1x47ZA/s400/102603.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just got up...and remembered that i got my nose pierced yesterday! It's a very different feeling than getting your ears pierced, with ears it's like a slight sting and then it's over, but with my nose it's like a flesh wound that feels a little sore. I have to spray sea water that the mermaid king gave me in a spacial vial 3-5 times a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was looking at the different piercings, I chose the smallest lintiest diamond, but now I wish that I had gotten a huge bejeweled flower so that it would stand out more!!! oh well... I'll be able to change it as soon as it heals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so glad that Katelyn Lillie and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jorden&lt;/span&gt; were there to support me, even though they may have just been there to watch... The guy who did the piercing was really funny and nice, and didn't make fun of me for flinching when he touched me with the ink to make the place...I know I'm a big baby. It really didn't hurt that much, or at least I've been through worse pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so happy that I did it! I think it looks really AWESOME!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents went out of town this weekend and left before they could see it. I'm kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wondering&lt;/span&gt; what their reaction is going to be like tonight when they get home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-1644114591508464754?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1644114591508464754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=1644114591508464754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/1644114591508464754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/1644114591508464754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/07/nose-knows.html' title='Nose Gos!'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SIywPxLt9iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GgUXB1x47ZA/s72-c/102603.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-9065419072452195347</id><published>2008-07-17T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:28:40.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES IT'S TRUE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SIAMEJukmRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zq8UEJ-5404/s1600-h/201324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224188833220040978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SIAMEJukmRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zq8UEJ-5404/s400/201324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am officially going to Italy in the fall for three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt;! Boy I need to learn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Italian&lt;/span&gt;! I'm really excited, and surprisingly not freaking out with worry.&lt;br /&gt;I am however very tired today. I've got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;headache&lt;/span&gt; and it's kinda weird because I haven't had on in a while.&lt;br /&gt;Next week is my last week of my writing 121 class, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; good. I get to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ashland&lt;/span&gt; in less then a month. Classes are going well... life is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mamma&lt;/span&gt; Mia ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doubt&lt;/span&gt; that there is any Italian in it ) hope it's good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-9065419072452195347?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/9065419072452195347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=9065419072452195347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/9065419072452195347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/9065419072452195347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/07/yes-its-true.html' title='YES IT&apos;S TRUE'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SIAMEJukmRI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Zq8UEJ-5404/s72-c/201324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-2842624606484196351</id><published>2008-07-12T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T13:20:16.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one bad message one bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been neglecting my art 205 class and am now looking into taking an incomplete on it. If I do this then I'll be able to re-take it in the fall. I feel like crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222217586022089234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SHkLOdqlAhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oZTcrgyQ_f0/s400/122730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side my e&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nglish&lt;/span&gt; 105 and writing 121 classes are going really well. I hope that I will be able to survive the rest of my college life with the ease that I feel with these classes.&lt;br /&gt;In the prosses of posting this blog I got a bangs trim.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222224689785908130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SHkRr9P2q6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/aROLiMnKEY0/s400/131610.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-2842624606484196351?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2842624606484196351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=2842624606484196351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2842624606484196351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2842624606484196351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-bad-message-one-bad-day.html' title='one bad message one bad day'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SHkLOdqlAhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oZTcrgyQ_f0/s72-c/122730.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-8257636409301855624</id><published>2008-06-24T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T21:29:12.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on the second day Jacey did Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SOOO&lt;/span&gt; it's my second day of COLLEGE !!! and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hafta&lt;/span&gt; say that it is more like high school then I would have liked... The huge difference being most of the people in my class are much older then me. One of the first things I learned on my first day was that I have no idea how to talk to older people. If you think about it the only older people I've dealt with are like my parents, my family, and the teachers I've had. But the rest of the people, the other people, the real people living their lives from day to day behind my back, it is them that I have to deal with now, and them I have to learn how to talk to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215666967982704066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SGHFeT1ZBcI/AAAAAAAAAII/WBTumhZL6no/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215666960974940466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SGHFd5unCTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/xKEbZ2JIOi0/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My art history book is FUCKING HUGE! and I have to so much, but it is so huge that i cant take it with me to read on the bus. My bus ride, by the way, is 90 minuets long, I transfer twice to get home. The 72 is always full of people, just packed in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; So in conclusion I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;learned&lt;/span&gt; a lot about people and more about the streets. You just have to deal with the people on the bus, just have to let them sit next to you, just let them pull that yellow stop requested wire every block, because no one wants to fucking walk...but neither do you so... you just have to let it be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; I really need to do my homework...now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-8257636409301855624?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8257636409301855624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=8257636409301855624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8257636409301855624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8257636409301855624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-second-day-jacey-did-homework.html' title='on the second day Jacey did Homework'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SGHFeT1ZBcI/AAAAAAAAAII/WBTumhZL6no/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-8297444276336467227</id><published>2008-06-22T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T08:34:29.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>naked icecream</title><content type='html'>I just want to change my music to the loudest angriest godforsaken rock that I own and run naked around the house with scissors and fire, while eating all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt;. unfortunately I ate all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;icecream&lt;/span&gt; the last time I was home alone... Yes I am still a child,tomorrow is my first day of college.&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair cut today. Its shorter. The end.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really nervous about tomorrow. My whole life whenever I do something new in the name of progress I always feel like someone is going to jump in my face and say " what the fuck are you doing here? you don't belong here! you don't even know what you're doing here! get the fuck out of here!!!". Really these are just the questions I'm asking myself in my head. Only when I'm with another person can I feel comfortable, because they can justify why I'm there. I. Have. Problems. It's a good thing that I'm going to college alone, otherwise I would never do anything on my own.&lt;br /&gt;God I'm a looser, a looser that is fucking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-8297444276336467227?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8297444276336467227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=8297444276336467227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8297444276336467227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8297444276336467227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-want-to-change-my-music-to.html' title='naked icecream'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-4579184007968422619</id><published>2008-06-19T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T00:09:34.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>at the bottem of the lake</title><content type='html'>I had the whole day to myself today, and I was board! So I started playing Twilight, I play on and off ( more off really) last time I was just at the beginning of the Lake bed temple. Let me just say that it is a complete and total BITCH! What the fuck Nintendo!&lt;br /&gt;With the help of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mucho&lt;/span&gt; cheats I made it through, and I have just quite after being thrust into the desert. All I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hafta&lt;/span&gt; say is ...............I love Zelda!&lt;br /&gt;but I've looked into my future and I don't see much Zelda in it. I'm hanging out with friends tomorrow ( after looking after my moms store... heart full of HATE!!! ), Saturday I'm going to a party, and Monday I start my first day of college! Sunday will be spent cleaning and getting mentally prepared for the next day...I might melt...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm in a video game now. When I went to the bathroom I started to look for items...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-4579184007968422619?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4579184007968422619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=4579184007968422619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4579184007968422619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4579184007968422619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-bottem-of-lake.html' title='at the bottem of the lake'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-2629026261643190517</id><published>2008-06-16T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:04:26.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new new new!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well just two news really. today my new laptop came in the mail along with it's new laptop computer case, and my new Zune came in the mail today as well! The old one died and I had to send it in to get it fixed but they ended up sending me a new one... I have been suffering since it broke and now that the new ones here I'm a little crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Blahh I'm really glad that its all here and I can finally have my own technological space, but setting up is a bitch!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213051607453636626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SFh60SoNmBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QzlVkVZ5AkI/s400/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213051614122190514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SFh60reHprI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rx7fG0IafP8/s400/125.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with mi amigos today, we went to Hawthorn. I didn't buy anything, on the whole no one really did, but it was fun to hang out and search through the crazy stuff they have around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to write thank-you-notes to all the people that gave me money for graduating, and thats going to suck royally! but I suppose it has to be done...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-2629026261643190517?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2629026261643190517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=2629026261643190517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2629026261643190517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2629026261643190517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-new-new.html' title='new new new!!!'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SFh60SoNmBI/AAAAAAAAAHY/QzlVkVZ5AkI/s72-c/126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-3497150245393858952</id><published>2008-06-10T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T12:06:03.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>It's official! I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;graduated&lt;/span&gt; high school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SFVnTRNuO5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NNyoyEB8MZ4/s1600-h/DSCN1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SFVnTRNuO5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NNyoyEB8MZ4/s400/DSCN1708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212185724487351186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank GOD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-3497150245393858952?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/3497150245393858952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=3497150245393858952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/3497150245393858952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/3497150245393858952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SFVnTRNuO5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/NNyoyEB8MZ4/s72-c/DSCN1708.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-9210922217908670304</id><published>2008-06-04T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:59:59.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Till The Next Goodbye</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite Rolling Stones songs, if not my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my last day of school. Today I had to go to school because of the senior assembly. It was dumb, we watched the same people get award after award for having no social lives, leaving the rest of us with the most anti climactic end to our high school experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After that crap I hung out with my good buddies Katelyn and Jorden. We watched movies, ate food and played with sticks. It just gos to show that we may have just graduated high school, but we haven't stopped playing with sticks.....ah we sure do love sticks.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-372cfa36d36c098b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D372cfa36d36c098b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334358010%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ABE72A5F1DA8B73D653D7FF7EEF93E221F16F6C.200AE77B2EF863AC8D6B471AF719055AA607EDF1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D372cfa36d36c098b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DClUjCdkk50S2xToayFW6w1GT-Ns&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D372cfa36d36c098b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1334358010%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1ABE72A5F1DA8B73D653D7FF7EEF93E221F16F6C.200AE77B2EF863AC8D6B471AF719055AA607EDF1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D372cfa36d36c098b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DClUjCdkk50S2xToayFW6w1GT-Ns&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shoot 'em Up &lt;/span&gt;for the first time today, and LOVED it! It was a pure guy movie and every moment rocked! I will never look at carrots the same way ever again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-9210922217908670304?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/9210922217908670304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=9210922217908670304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/9210922217908670304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/9210922217908670304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/till-next-goodbye.html' title='Till The Next Goodbye'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-4624829336211482759</id><published>2008-06-02T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:40:55.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There are no happy endings...</title><content type='html'>I only have one day left of high school. I am , FOR REAL, graduating! It seems like everything I have struggling against has lead me up to this point in my life, and everything is concluding all around me. It's maybe that graduating is one happy ending, but the one thing that life has taught me is that there are no happy endings because nothing ever ends( thank you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Last Unicorn&lt;/span&gt; ) just because my high school life is very much over doesn't mean that my life is over. I have college to look forward to in just a couple weeks, which will lead me to making decisions about my life after college, then I will have to live out that life, hopefully have some kind of romance, and if I'm lucky have a kid or two. Even then the story of my life wont end, because with an end of one chapter there is a beginning of a new one, and even after I die the story of my life will continue with the lives of the people I leave behind ( If I don't grow up to be a crazy hermit!!! ). But I was just writing about high school wasn't I...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I need to get myself together for college. I'll be getting my new laptop soon and that's going to ROCK. I wont have to borrow my moms anymore, or wait for her to get off it! Then I'll start my new classes at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MHCC&lt;/span&gt;. I was talking to my cousin Jessie on Sunday and he told me that he was impressed that I got into Writing 121, he said that most people don't get tested into that class and that he wasn't when he first got in. To think that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; could be better than Jessie the golden child at something!!! Well it gave me a great confidence boost.&lt;br /&gt;Today was kind of a crap day. When I got home all I did was mope around the house, and I ended up watching TV which is weird for me because I hate TV. I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charmed&lt;/span&gt;, a show that I am now intrigued by at the fault of my buddy Katelyn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blahh&lt;/span&gt; it just fuels the dorky fire! I will probably watch it every afternoon now, how sad... and I thought I had given up TV for good...&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of shows I started to rent the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Aeon&lt;/span&gt; Flux&lt;/span&gt; series from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;netflix&lt;/span&gt;. At first I didn't like it as much, but then once I got to the episode where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aeon&lt;/span&gt; lets Trevor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Goodchild&lt;/span&gt; take her DNA and make a clone out of it so that he could use it for his own fiendish pleasures I was intrigued, and ended up liking the show a lot. I loved the episode where they were stuck in that weird cube place with the pink(maroon, jasmine...whatever)liquid stuff all around it, and they could only escape in that molding thing. It kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;toched&lt;/span&gt; my heart that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Goodchild&lt;/span&gt; is like so in love with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Aeon&lt;/span&gt; that he wants to save her even though she like fucks with his business whenever she can. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and in the episode where that one couple tries to get to the other side of the wall together and she ends up not making it and damaging her back, I loved it when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Goodchild&lt;/span&gt; was like; "I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Aeon&lt;/span&gt; gets in through sector C, I let her do that..." (not exact words but who really cares...) it was almost sweet.... I guess I just watch it for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Aeon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Goodchilds&lt;/span&gt; fucked up relationship... anyway can't wait to see the next five episodes, I bet they'll be as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;trippy&lt;/span&gt; as the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-4624829336211482759?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4624829336211482759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=4624829336211482759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4624829336211482759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4624829336211482759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/06/there-are-no-happy-endings.html' title='There are no happy endings...'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-4166347314613594838</id><published>2008-05-25T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:18:35.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed CDs</title><content type='html'>I found a couple mixed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cd's&lt;/span&gt; when i was going through my collection today. They were made when I'd first gotten a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cd&lt;/span&gt; burner around 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. I stared to listen to them and was surprised to find that I know almost all the words to every song. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;listened&lt;/span&gt; to some weird stuff when I was younger( a lot of it I still like today ) Here are some songs from those mixed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cd's&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; margin-left: auto; visibility: visible; margin-right: auto; width: 450px;"&gt;&lt;embed style="width: 435px; visibility: visible; height: 270px;" allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/mc/mp3player-othersite.swf?config=http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/mc/config/config_regular_noautostart_shuffle.xml&amp;amp;mywidth=435&amp;amp;myheight=270&amp;amp;playlist_url=http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/loadplaylist.php?playlist=11806354" menu="false" quality="high" name="mp3player" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" border="0" height="270" width="435"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/mc/images/create_regular.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/standalone/11806354" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/mc/images/launch_regular.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/download/11806354"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.greatprofilemusic.com/mc/images/get_regular.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-4166347314613594838?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4166347314613594838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=4166347314613594838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4166347314613594838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4166347314613594838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/mixed-cd.html' title='Mixed CDs'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-8491564485330580101</id><published>2008-05-22T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T21:58:26.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little Jacey pt.2</title><content type='html'>Awaiting the answers to my interview questions I wandered onto my blog, and no I feel another little Jacey story coming on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lets take it back to a much smaller and simpler time in my life, and by that I mean a much younger time in my life. I was about 3, and Mitchell (who is just a half a year younger then me) were being babysat by our fathers, a bad move on our moms part. Jimmy and my dad ( who's really my step dad Rob, but in this moment in time I was none the wiser to this fact, as far as I knew he was my dad ) were playing video games, I think it was that pilot game that's name escapes me, but it could have easily been Zelda, Kirby, or Mario. The point is the weren't paying attention to the two of us at all! So Jimmy and Mary used to have a huge fish tank at their house, and it had exotic fish in it. It just so happens that Jacey as well as little Jacey loves to swim. I don't remember how we got up there but Mitchell and I ended up in this huge fish tank. When Jimmy came in the room he screamed and pulled us out of the tank. My dad came in next and saw the water in the fish tank swaying violently back and forth, two wet naked kids ( apparently we took our cloths off before we got in, smart kids right? ) and some scared fish trying to make themselves small against one corner of the tank. When the mothers got home and herd the whole story, they deemed our fathers unworthy of babysitting their own children ever again. Not only could we have drowned but there was a lamp hanging precariously on the table next to the tank that could have fallen down and electrocuted us at any moment. And those exotic fish I was talking about, well two of them were an Oscar and the other a Parana! We could have been eaten!!! But as it turned out we peed in the tank and those two fish ended up dying just a week later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-8491564485330580101?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/8491564485330580101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=8491564485330580101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8491564485330580101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/8491564485330580101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-jacey-pt2.html' title='little Jacey pt.2'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-6916864359901474041</id><published>2008-05-19T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:31:15.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bride and Prejudice</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;I watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bride and Prejudice&lt;/span&gt; the on Sunday. It was beautiful, not so much the story as the songs dancing and costumes. Very CUTE! I'll have to get into more Bollywood movies in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is my favorite song and dance number from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ocNFQioWM5c&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ocNFQioWM5c&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-6916864359901474041?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6916864359901474041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=6916864359901474041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/6916864359901474041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/6916864359901474041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/beet-beat.html' title='Bride and Prejudice'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-7735815199827675059</id><published>2008-05-15T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T22:20:42.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Host</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SCxYWQviCmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/78zq6Wh8EJU/s1600-h/thehostcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SCxYWQviCmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/78zq6Wh8EJU/s400/thehostcover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200628809180777058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished Stephenie Meyers new book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Host&lt;/span&gt; yesterday afternoon. It was so good! It took me a while to get into, but once I got into it I couldn't put it down. I read over 300 pages one day, normally that would have finished it up, but this book was long! I was glad that it was because I got to know the characters a lot better and watch them grow. It's like the difference between watching a epic movie like Lawrence of Arabia instead of a short movie, were you don't have to think like Tomb Raider ( I love Lawrence of Arabia, watched it twice last week! Omar Sharif!!! ) . I loved the ending, it seemed to leave plenty space for the imagination, I hope that she makes a second book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-7735815199827675059?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7735815199827675059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=7735815199827675059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/7735815199827675059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/7735815199827675059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-finished-stephenie-meyers-new-book.html' title='The Host'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SCxYWQviCmI/AAAAAAAAAEk/78zq6Wh8EJU/s72-c/thehostcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-535816487064774939</id><published>2008-05-04T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:01:58.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little Jacey pt.1</title><content type='html'>I haven't really been doing anything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;postable&lt;/span&gt; lately(besides prom, art festival, hanging out with my friends more often then EVER, rocky horror) so was thinking I'd write about little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time in middle school we were playing capture the flag....  first of all I would like to say that middle scholars are the worst thing that every happened to earth, every single one of them is a snot nosed kid who thinks that they know better then everyone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;els&lt;/span&gt; and needs to be beaten daily for their attitude alone...P.S. at this time I had one friend in the entire school(witch was one more then I was used to at this friendless time in my life).... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Debrah&lt;/span&gt; and I were at one end guarding the flag, just standing there watching people in the middle all bundled up jumping back and forth over the border not coming any where near the flag. We watched our side slip into prison time and time again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Debrah&lt;/span&gt; decided that she didn't want to watch anymore and that she wanted to be a art of the action.  I let her know that I was  fine with being as far from the action as possible ( I would like you to know that I am not fat, fatty yes I have no muscle, but I am to vain too be fat, and too lazy to be  skinny ( on the other hand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Debrah&lt;/span&gt; was on track )) she went off to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stratigize&lt;/span&gt; with the rest of the team and two people came back to take our positions. I meandered around my teams side of the field and yelled useful things to my team like "look a penny trying to cross our side", and "you'd better put that guy in jail before he gets to our flag". You could tell the whole team was happy to have me(not). They all started planning this big attack with distractions and swerving and blocking, they wanted that flag badly. They had everyone involved except me....I was to guard the flag while this plan was to be executed. Then all of them charged forward, and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hafta&lt;/span&gt; say that the other team looked shocked but were still putting an effort to keep them from the flag. They had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;conerd&lt;/span&gt; them on one side of the field and left and right my people were being sent to jail. There was a clear path ahead of me that was made clearer when the coach yelled out "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt; you can get the flag if you run now!!!" it so happened that no one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;els&lt;/span&gt; heard that, so a began to run. when I crossed the border no one had noticed. I ran the length of the field and was touching the flag( witch was a hockey stick, propped up by a traffic cone ) I pulled it from the traffic cone and looked back at the action. No one had yet seen me, but as I began to fun the field the coach called out in encouragement, and then I was being chased by the fastest and the finest of the other team. (As I said before I am not fat, but being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;unfat&lt;/span&gt; doesn't make you any faster.) I could feel them gaining behind me and I still had a long &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stretch&lt;/span&gt; ahead of me before I could cross the other side. Stupidly I looked back and saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nearest&lt;/span&gt; of them, his eyes glinted with rage, my eyes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;watered&lt;/span&gt; with fear. This guy was going to take me out, he knew it, I knew it, the hockey stick posing as the flag knew it, but i couldn't let that happen not when I had gotten this far. I gripped the hockey stick and put all my energy into my little fatty legs. Then the border didn't seem to far from me. I could hear the anguish in the grunt of the the guy chasing me as I pulled forward and jumped across the border, and the game was over...&lt;br /&gt; P.E. went back to normal from then on, I never won anything in sports ever again. I took my place in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;lazily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;meandering&lt;/span&gt; about on end of the field, but I'll never forget the day that I captured the flag.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-535816487064774939?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/535816487064774939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=535816487064774939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/535816487064774939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/535816487064774939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-jacey-pt1.html' title='little Jacey pt.1'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-5354123071281522781</id><published>2008-04-13T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T09:10:22.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hobbit</title><content type='html'>I went to see The Hobbit at Rex Putnam on Friday. My buddy Olivia designed the lights, so I saw it for her. Since Kathryn left I really have no other reason to go there besides for Olivia. I saw loads of people I knew both on stage and off. I have today that the play wasn't very good, you could clearly see the actors hadn't been given good direction. I read the book over and over again until about the end of middle school(along with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LoTRs&lt;/span&gt;) but haven't really since, and I kinda feel like it now...but it'll be a pain to find my copy...&lt;br /&gt;After the play i went to Olivia's to spend the night. On the way to her house she asked her mother if we could go prom dress shopping the next day.&lt;br /&gt; "What!? No we're are not going tomorrow it's a beautiful day!!! and I don't want to miss out on yard work!! NO NO NO NO NO!!!"&lt;br /&gt; The next day we left the house at 9:30. If there is one thing that is for certain it is that Mrs. H will always want to go shopping, even if she says that she doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;We went to different vintage shores around town, and I ended up picking out this dress that fits me like a dream. It's from the '50s ( Apparently I have a '50s body type) and it's black with silver and rhinestones on the neck and waist line. The lady who worked at the store said that it was a evening dress, the kind you wore  when a gentleman was coming over for a night cap, very sexy.&lt;br /&gt; Olivia got this beautiful white dress with little velvet flowers embellished on it from the '40s. It was just so pretty on her and fit her almost perfectly, they are going to replace the zipper and make some adjustments on the top, but other then that she looks like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;liv&lt;/span&gt; is coming to my prom with me and she is going to wear a dress she already had, its a nice little black dress with a black rose print on it, a really cool shape it you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home and Olivia downloaded all the music that she didn't already have from my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Zune&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;viceversa&lt;/span&gt;. I now have a tun of new music that I will be listening to for weeks! It's SO cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good weekend. Today I'm going up to my grandma and grandpa to celebrate my moms, my cousins, and my birthday's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-5354123071281522781?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5354123071281522781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=5354123071281522781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/5354123071281522781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/5354123071281522781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/hobbit.html' title='The Hobbit'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-7587936238963399615</id><published>2008-04-06T21:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T12:37:49.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SAFin0XhrLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eFoN8gOXNaQ/s1600-h/dscn1480+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SAFin0XhrLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eFoN8gOXNaQ/s400/dscn1480+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188536681919261874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now 18 and my childhood is over forever, but I think that I'll be able to slowly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adjust&lt;/span&gt; into adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;Today I went to church, witch wasn't that great but was the last time that I really had to go. Then we picked up Olivia and went to the movies nearly missing the previews. We saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Run Fat boy Run,  &lt;/span&gt;I really liked it, even though parts of it were kinda dumb. After that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gathered&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Todai&lt;/span&gt; and stuffed some major face, leaving me feeling fat and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I got for my birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;New cell phone (witch was really good because my old one hardly works anymore, and sucks!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Red sweat shirt with a kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bandanna&lt;/span&gt; print&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Stephenie Meyer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Earrings&lt;/span&gt; that I already had&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first ever bento box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Money&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So all in all it was a really good birthday, nice and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHEUyu9lpIE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HHEUyu9lpIE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-7587936238963399615?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/7587936238963399615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=7587936238963399615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/7587936238963399615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/7587936238963399615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/18-at-last.html' title='18 at last'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SAFin0XhrLI/AAAAAAAAAEI/eFoN8gOXNaQ/s72-c/dscn1480+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-1550019779970725534</id><published>2008-04-03T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:07:15.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last days of childhood</title><content type='html'>My 18Th birthday is this Sunday. It's the end of my childhood, and the end of life as I know it. When I wake on the sixth I will be born into an eternal adulthood, and my Peter-pan-land will be no more!&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more that I wanted to do with my life! It can't end now! I don't feel 18! I morn for the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but such is life, and life gos on. It could be that I die this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;instant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and never see a day past 18, so in this way I must be grateful. Everyday is worth something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching Amelie again. My favorite part is when she gos into the haunted house and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;booooooos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on her neck! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; True Love! What a beautiful movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing my last name because I don't want to be called by my biological fathers last name  (my legal last name) in the future. I've been going by my mothers last name, but it doesn't look like I'll be able to keep that up. So I was going to change it, but it can be changed to anything so why keep my mothers when I could have something better! I have been living a lie for too long it's time to move on to the next one. I'm on the lookout for good last names, I search for them in the gaps and corners of the universe, waiting for a good one to surface, pop out, or zoom by. When that perfect one appears I will take it as my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-1550019779970725534?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1550019779970725534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=1550019779970725534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/1550019779970725534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/1550019779970725534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-days-of-childhood.html' title='last days of childhood'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-2325291962400626545</id><published>2008-03-28T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T08:59:35.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cirque du Soleil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0Rs_6jHbI/AAAAAAAAADY/hwo0BJE3Y94/s1600-h/char_clowness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0Rs_6jHbI/AAAAAAAAADY/hwo0BJE3Y94/s400/char_clowness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182818210942229938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0Rs_6jHcI/AAAAAAAAADg/1kIpK2_X6ts/s1600-h/char_whistler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0Rs_6jHcI/AAAAAAAAADg/1kIpK2_X6ts/s400/char_whistler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182818210942229954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0Rtf6jHdI/AAAAAAAAADo/vKz8kXXkzYw/s1600-h/char_white_clown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0Rtf6jHdI/AAAAAAAAADo/vKz8kXXkzYw/s400/char_white_clown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182818219532164562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my two buddies and I went to Cirque Du Soleil, Corteo. It was.....there are no words really....lets just say super awesome. I loved the music too, my friend bought&lt;br /&gt;a copy maybe I can get her to lend it to me sometime.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Varekai a couple years ago, and that was great. It had a completely different look and feel to it then Corteo. It was like an alien world, I had never seen anything like it before, and again it was amazing!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0U7_6jHgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qBjR-c0g3Lo/s1600-h/TripleTrapeze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0U7_6jHgI/AAAAAAAAAEA/qBjR-c0g3Lo/s400/TripleTrapeze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182821767175151106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0U7v6jHeI/AAAAAAAAADw/1Q3Q9WDuzqw/s1600-h/aerialhoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0U7v6jHeI/AAAAAAAAADw/1Q3Q9WDuzqw/s400/aerialhoop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182821762880183778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0U7_6jHfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UWQPHUxRbl4/s1600-h/IcarusCamirand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0U7_6jHfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/UWQPHUxRbl4/s400/IcarusCamirand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182821767175151090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait for the next show! but I'm going to haft to save up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-2325291962400626545?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2325291962400626545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=2325291962400626545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2325291962400626545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2325291962400626545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/cirque-du-soleil.html' title='Cirque du Soleil'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-0Rs_6jHbI/AAAAAAAAADY/hwo0BJE3Y94/s72-c/char_clowness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-1858109097426196004</id><published>2008-03-23T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:28:08.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>songs i've been thinking about</title><content type='html'>I saw Juno today and loved it&lt;br /&gt;made me cry, but then again I'm a big baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHXau3zAe7E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hHXau3zAe7E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my current myspace song.&lt;br /&gt;heard it on Never Mind the Buzzcocks, a show my friend turned me onto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXK2yPNXiQQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vXK2yPNXiQQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT CHIP !!!! love their new album Made in the Dark, super awesome! heres some of my fave songs from the record&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KFM_b2SqoHE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KFM_b2SqoHE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9OgZJckW6JE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9OgZJckW6JE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love for ELO grows and grows, I can't get this song out of my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5yC5Iw-LgE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L5yC5Iw-LgE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-1858109097426196004?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/1858109097426196004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=1858109097426196004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/1858109097426196004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/1858109097426196004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/songs-ive-been-thinking-about.html' title='songs i&apos;ve been thinking about'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-6957126856814880394</id><published>2008-03-23T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T17:43:31.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MYSTERY GUY + GIRL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-b5IP6jHZI/AAAAAAAAADI/jD0Dyp8Xm6A/s1600-h/mysterygirlguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-b5IP6jHZI/AAAAAAAAADI/jD0Dyp8Xm6A/s400/mysterygirlguy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181102341442706834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen these people, they are missing from my memory but seem familiar. If you know them or know of them please tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-6957126856814880394?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/6957126856814880394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=6957126856814880394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/6957126856814880394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/6957126856814880394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/mystery-guy-girl.html' title='MYSTERY GUY + GIRL'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R-b5IP6jHZI/AAAAAAAAADI/jD0Dyp8Xm6A/s72-c/mysterygirlguy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-4508239074990418729</id><published>2008-03-18T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T07:50:43.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Main Comidian Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R9_UxNOjG3I/AAAAAAAAADA/lJ2w-jj9nBQ/s1600-h/header.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R9_UxNOjG3I/AAAAAAAAADA/lJ2w-jj9nBQ/s400/header.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179092038328720242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="style5"&gt;PORTLAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            July 15&lt;br /&gt;            Keller Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;a href="http://www.ticketmaster.com/artist/851852" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ticketmaster&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          503-224-4400&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I LOVE THIS MAN! My friend called me one day and said:&lt;br /&gt;     "Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jacey&lt;/span&gt;, guess who's coming to town that we both love!"&lt;br /&gt;     "Holy Fuck! Eddie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Izzard&lt;/span&gt;!?"&lt;br /&gt;     " Yeah"&lt;br /&gt;     "Well When is he coming!?"............................and so on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is that we're going and it's going to ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-4508239074990418729?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4508239074990418729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=4508239074990418729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4508239074990418729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4508239074990418729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-main-comidian-man.html' title='My Main Comidian Man'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R9_UxNOjG3I/AAAAAAAAADA/lJ2w-jj9nBQ/s72-c/header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-4205260728086271681</id><published>2008-03-17T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T21:40:31.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Madness</title><content type='html'>Let's talk about movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my favorites in no particular order:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99E39OjGpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eKjf2HZVJ-U/s1600-h/003_amelie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99E39OjGpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eKjf2HZVJ-U/s200/003_amelie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178933824618437266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelie, the best romance I have ever seen. A wonderful surreal adventure that surrounds a mysterious "do-gooder" who falls in love. It's a magical movie, romantic, and really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99E39OjGqI/AAAAAAAAABY/K8pJWd9SNdw/s1600-h/194405%7ERaising-Arizona-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99E39OjGqI/AAAAAAAAABY/K8pJWd9SNdw/s200/194405%7ERaising-Arizona-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178933824618437282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising Arizona, a modern tall tail about how every one loves babies. Hi and Ed are the most lovable kidnappers ever.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99E4NOjGsI/AAAAAAAAABo/yc_awKQI4T0/s1600-h/D1377%7EBlues-Brothers-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99E4NOjGsI/AAAAAAAAABo/yc_awKQI4T0/s200/D1377%7EBlues-Brothers-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178933828913404610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blues Brothers, what can I say, my buddy and I dressed up as them for halloween once. It was awesome, and so is that movie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99E4NOjGrI/AAAAAAAAABg/qYTQ2r2crDU/s1600-h/504026%7EV-For-Vendetta-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99E4NOjGrI/AAAAAAAAABg/qYTQ2r2crDU/s200/504026%7EV-For-Vendetta-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178933828913404594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V For Vendetta, based on a comic book that I ended up buying because I loved the movie so much. Gotta say, loved the art, but liked the movie better then the comic. Maybe it's because it's set in a more modern time, and the main characters seem so much stronger and real to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99G9dOjG1I/AAAAAAAAACw/_3yXI7pr8T8/s1600-h/snatch.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99G9dOjG1I/AAAAAAAAACw/_3yXI7pr8T8/s200/snatch.jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178936118130973522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snatch, hard to understand but put on the subtitles and it's fucking hilarious. My favorite character is by far Bullet Tooth Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99F9dOjGuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZHAN0OslBVM/s1600-h/hercules_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99F9dOjGuI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ZHAN0OslBVM/s200/hercules_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178935018619345634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hercules, my favorite disney movie. I don't care that it really has no relation to the original myth, thats just the way disney roles. I love the music and Hercules is such a lovable and goofy character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99E4tOjGtI/AAAAAAAAABw/UomktpxUzLc/s1600-h/harder2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99E4tOjGtI/AAAAAAAAABw/UomktpxUzLc/s200/harder2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178933837503339218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interstella 5555, it's not so much a movie as it is a really long and beautifully animated music video. I love Daft Punk more then almost anything in the world.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99F9tOjGxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0r6MMhpOWV4/s1600-h/poster_xmen3-polish-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99F9tOjGxI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0r6MMhpOWV4/s200/poster_xmen3-polish-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178935022914312978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE all of the Xmen movies, I can watch them over and over and over again.They are most defiantly my favorite super hero movies. I can't wait for the new ones, I know they're gonna ROCK!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99HedOjG2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/-exyLa0wSIA/s1600-h/tarintino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99HedOjG2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/-exyLa0wSIA/s200/tarintino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178936685066656610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the Quentin Tarantino movies. Each one of them is a wild ride of crazy awesome characters put in fucked up situations, set to the coolest sound track you can find. The dialog is out of this world.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99F9tOjGwI/AAAAAAAAACI/2sT-izFW6LU/s1600-h/link.kevin.smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99F9tOjGwI/AAAAAAAAACI/2sT-izFW6LU/s200/link.kevin.smith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178935022914312962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other man who has my movie attention is Kevin Smith. Truth be told I have not seen all of his movies because I haven't seen Jersey Girl yet, but whatever. This guy is fucking funny, and I can't get enough of his dialog, so much so that I haft to listen to his podcast every week to complete my life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99G9NOjG0I/AAAAAAAAACo/x87Q3q9VaGw/s1600-h/hayao-miyazaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99G9NOjG0I/AAAAAAAAACo/x87Q3q9VaGw/s200/hayao-miyazaki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178936113836006210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayao Miyazaki is by far the best thing that has ever happened to anime. All of his movies are beautiful, the story lines, animation, messages, and soundtrack. I could never pick a favorite, every one of them is a great coming of age story that makes you laugh, cry, and amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think thats it for now, I might haft to redo this page if I forgot something vitally important. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R98y99OjGnI/AAAAAAAAABA/7vColZw1kxk/s1600-h/003_amelie.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-4205260728086271681?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/4205260728086271681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=4205260728086271681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4205260728086271681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/4205260728086271681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/movie-madness.html' title='Movie Madness'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/R99E39OjGpI/AAAAAAAAABQ/eKjf2HZVJ-U/s72-c/003_amelie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-5678845366917414354</id><published>2008-03-09T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:46:12.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there will be blood</title><content type='html'>I'm reading the Anne Rice book &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Vampire Lestat&lt;/span&gt; right now, so I thought that I would make this post about my friends the vampires.&lt;br /&gt; The first vampire book I read was Christopher Moore's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bloodsucking Fiends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;The cool thing about Mr. Moore's vampire story is that he didn't try to tell a mythology of the vampire, he just had fun making up this crazy story thats main characters happen to be vampires, they didn't even really want to be vampires, it just happened really, and they just try to live their life like normal people with a slight blood disorder. The book that followed was called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You Suck.&lt;/span&gt; This one was really good too, and I loved the ending. Christopher Moore is my favorite author, I just love everything that he writes because each one is full of crazy exciting characters that are put in really scary crazy sitchuations. The only thing that I could criticize about his books would be that the beginnings are always too long, and the ending action always happens in the last 10 to 20 pages, but what can I say I love them all.&lt;br /&gt; I got into the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; books by Stephenie Meyer. I LOVE them. I couldn't put them down and ended up reading the first three within a week. I cannot wait 'till the fourth and final book witch comes out this august. They are on the romantic side (the super romantic side) but still have a fun and epic story. I love perspective of Bella, and that she takes us all the places we want to go with her leaving nothing out. I also love that the story is sent on the west cost, and their making the movies here in Portland!!! I know some Native Americans who are going to be extras in the movies too!!! It's just TOO COOL!!!&lt;br /&gt; My friend read all of the Anne Rice when we were in 10th grade. I told her that I was interested in reading them and finally two years later she lent me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interview with a Vampire&lt;/span&gt;. I had seen the movie a while ago so I kinda knew the story line. This book wasn't anything like the other two series I had read before. It isn't  funny or romantic in the least. What this book is is tragic and interesting. I was with the main character the whole time, but unlike &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; it wasn't because I could relate to the angst, but because I was simpithetic  with him.&lt;br /&gt; So now I find myself with an obsession that most girls have at age 13, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;have a video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XC2mqcMMGQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_XC2mqcMMGQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check this guy out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/539xWgHhatM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/539xWgHhatM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtuELxXMOTY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gtuELxXMOTY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Beth/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Beth/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-4.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-5678845366917414354?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/5678845366917414354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=5678845366917414354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/5678845366917414354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/5678845366917414354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/there-will-be-blood.html' title='there will be blood'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3749080762699858879.post-2255389034718318611</id><published>2008-03-04T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:02:29.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>whose line</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RwmahSfFVlQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RwmahSfFVlQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this show, never really like the British version. Since I watched the outtakes I can't watch the regular show because it's just not as funny... sad but it cracks me up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3749080762699858879-2255389034718318611?l=jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/feeds/2255389034718318611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3749080762699858879&amp;postID=2255389034718318611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2255389034718318611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3749080762699858879/posts/default/2255389034718318611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jaclynakajacey.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-this-show-never-really-like.html' title='whose line'/><author><name>SpaceJace</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00939415457702946329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cTJWYh3aX04/SUkogGpT_aI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-nRD2FoLHTk/S220/100_1806.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
