<?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-3485268501048418099</id><updated>2011-11-18T14:40:56.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Author Gossip</title><subtitle type='html'>I’m a Dreamer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>378</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-2122885637884197768</id><published>2011-10-30T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T21:18:31.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choosing a Name</title><content type='html'>I have found that the most important part to starting a story, is to give your characters a name. When I name characters, I don't like to just give them any name, it has to be special, and it is always chosen carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I started writing again today, and about half a page in, I realized I needed to voice one of the characters names. The problem was, nothing came to mind. While writing this, I keep repeating the song Speed of Sound by Coldplay. I decided I was going to name one of the characters after the lead singer of Coldplay, so I searched it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Christopher Anthony John "Chris" Martin. While I love the name Chris, its too too much of a coincidence that I'm in love with the actor Chris Colfer. So I looked into Anthony. However that matches someone I work with. The implications of naming the character Anthony is WAY too much to handle. So I looked into his last name, Martin. Its not bad, but I'm not sure it has that flare I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&amp;nbsp; I have this internal debate. do I name him Chris, and lose the character in my mind because I keep relating him to Chris Colfer? Do I name him Anthony, and grit my teeth thinking of the one I work with? Or do I name him Martin even though its only lukewarm? I wanted the name to be a hidden&amp;nbsp; reference to the song that started the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I instead started looking at another band I've been listening to while I write: Depeche Mode. guess what, the lead singers name is Martin Gore. The name Martin is a sort of odd connector between the two. and While thinking about it, I realize that the name is fairly decent, especially since its a reference to BOTH bands. (Even though originally I wanted one name from both.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only one name. Its only the first! I'm not even going to go into the others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're writing, does the name you pick out mean anything? or is it just one that sounds nice?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-2122885637884197768?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2122885637884197768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=2122885637884197768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2122885637884197768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2122885637884197768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/10/choosing-name.html' title='Choosing a Name'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-7652539162636411813</id><published>2011-10-23T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T08:25:26.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't care about the darkness;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or how it makes me cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise to myself,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll keep the hurt inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-7652539162636411813?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7652539162636411813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7652539162636411813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7652539162636411813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7652539162636411813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/10/darkness-hurts.html' title='Darkness Hurts'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-7517298933699828025</id><published>2011-09-25T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T20:09:11.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Layout~!</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to changing the layout again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my new Autumn layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MbtQkC1Zm6I/Tn_sSRIXZyI/AAAAAAAABEM/xkaU_Yq-hzg/s1600/autumn1-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MbtQkC1Zm6I/Tn_sSRIXZyI/AAAAAAAABEM/xkaU_Yq-hzg/s320/autumn1-0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture was the basis of the entire thing. It was a toss up between that one and this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23MSh74CoBo/Tn_sj3zCz-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/QJZW8Oa1M4E/s1600/free-halloween-powerpoint-background-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-23MSh74CoBo/Tn_sj3zCz-I/AAAAAAAABEQ/QJZW8Oa1M4E/s320/free-halloween-powerpoint-background-3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end the pink one won. Basically because it was SO much easier to work with......But you never know. I might still do the orange one. It still appeals to me ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-7517298933699828025?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7517298933699828025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7517298933699828025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7517298933699828025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7517298933699828025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/autumn-layout.html' title='Autumn Layout~!'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MbtQkC1Zm6I/Tn_sSRIXZyI/AAAAAAAABEM/xkaU_Yq-hzg/s72-c/autumn1-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-4169724017468363277</id><published>2011-09-15T18:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:37:51.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hop-Scotch Girl + Natural Recipies!</title><content type='html'>I stumbled upon this girl, and was completely blown away by this original song of her of composure! Just listen to it, at least once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m0jCGjXEZ6c" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hu2Owo-3qTQ/TnKoGKTEXOI/AAAAAAAABEE/eJjrwNhWLFQ/s1600/homemade.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hu2Owo-3qTQ/TnKoGKTEXOI/AAAAAAAABEE/eJjrwNhWLFQ/s320/homemade.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Also, by going from link to link, I was able to find this &lt;a href="http://silver-gal.blogspot.com/"&gt;totally amazing Blog&lt;/a&gt; that is all about healthy natural homemade foods! You wouldn't believe how easy and delicious some to them look! Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://silver-gal.blogspot.com/2009/11/veggie-sushi.html"&gt;Veggie Sushi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://silver-gal.blogspot.com/2011/06/tomato-basil-salad.html"&gt;Tomato-Basil Salad&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;a href="http://silver-gal.blogspot.com/2011/05/minty-lime-watermelon-treat.html"&gt;Mint-lime watermelon shake&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwgFaGyGXmc/TnKmmFibTdI/AAAAAAAABEA/EIb9ezWtRY0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jwgFaGyGXmc/TnKmmFibTdI/AAAAAAAABEA/EIb9ezWtRY0/s200/007.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to have to make some of them in this coming week ^.^ I've always supported the idea of being Vegiterian/Vegan. She even has some inspirational posts about keeping at it, and how to fight those challenges of being healthier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://silver-gal.blogspot.com/2010/01/keep-your-resolutions-alive.html"&gt;Keep Your Resolutions Alive!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://silver-gal.blogspot.com/2010/07/myth-about-protein-in-our-diet.html"&gt;Myths about Protein in our diet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks like a very good place to start! Silvergal, it looks like you have a winner website!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-4169724017468363277?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4169724017468363277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=4169724017468363277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4169724017468363277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4169724017468363277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/09/hop-scotch-girl.html' title='Hop-Scotch Girl + Natural Recipies!'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m0jCGjXEZ6c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-6367406199849903718</id><published>2011-08-24T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T12:01:00.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ergo Proxy</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4oT2W3gaUBc?rel=0" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While watching the anime Ergo Proxy, I saw this opening. My first thoughts were of a friend I hold dear to me. This friend was someone I used to love. I can still remember hearing this while lying my head on his chest. A&amp;nbsp;bittersweet&amp;nbsp;heartbreaking memory. Something precious and something lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text him and told him I was watching Ergo Proxy and thinking of him. How I wish things could be the way they were before..... how I wish he was gay.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He text back and told me that if it made me feel any better, he wished he was also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement seemed so....sad. I told him that it sounded so sad. and asked why he would ever think something like that. his reply was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because I love you as well. And I know that you love me even more. Why wouldn't it bother me that I'm not gay when I know someone cares about me so much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so honest it hurt. I thought for a minute before writing back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you for being you. And I know that while we can't be partners, we can still be friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reply was "Always *smiles*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were the words I was looking for. It was something I needed to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/K3u5h9cPTBw?rel=0" width="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-6367406199849903718?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6367406199849903718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6367406199849903718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6367406199849903718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6367406199849903718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/ergo-proxy.html' title='Ergo Proxy'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/4oT2W3gaUBc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-1540731307427268128</id><published>2011-08-23T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T15:27:14.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first impression</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-wS-DbSLmU/TlQpNaquiCI/AAAAAAAABD8/PgoDvj5G4-Q/s1600/ist2_7495413-cafe-waitress1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-wS-DbSLmU/TlQpNaquiCI/AAAAAAAABD8/PgoDvj5G4-Q/s320/ist2_7495413-cafe-waitress1.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday I found out that one of my co-workers is gay. This was a surprise to me, I just never knew. When I asked her, she got all offended and told me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So what? Does that matter? I'm a lot more things than gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little bothered by this comment, as its usually my leading statement to those who i think are going to be unkind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later I heard her talking to a few other servers about how people&amp;nbsp;make snap decision judgments about someone once they find out their gay. How they don't bother to get to know you, they just figure your gay and thats all they really need to know. She continued, but I had left by this point, choosing to ignore her words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I thought about this comments she made, I found myself in a spiral of depression and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go out there and tell her everything that was on my mind. I had known her for 2 months and hadn't known she was gay. I knew she is a teacher for a university, I knew she didn't like coffee, but liked hot tea. I knew she had 2 children, one with a serious drug problem. I knew she felt like she is ignored by other teachers, and that she was a server just for fun. I knew all of this before I knew she was gay. My first impression of her wasn't 'oh, your gay'. I got to know her as a mother, a teacher, and a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to ask her what she knew about me. I decided when I went to work for Village Inn, that I wouldn't share my past. There have been a few times I've felt like giving out little hints, but other than that, I have kept everything a secret. I can recall everything I have ever told her. and the truth is, its not much. The most she knows about me is that I'm gay, and I live on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does she know that I want to become an author? Does she know that I have a rocky relationship with my parents? That I would love to learn to play the piano, or that I love collecting lanterns? &amp;nbsp;Does she know anything about me &lt;i&gt;other &lt;/i&gt;than the fact that I'm gay? I bet she couldn't even tell me what my favorite color was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I found myself very bothered by her comments.&amp;nbsp;Judgmental&amp;nbsp;herself at best, Hypocritical at worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-1540731307427268128?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1540731307427268128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=1540731307427268128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1540731307427268128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1540731307427268128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-impression.html' title='The first impression'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-wS-DbSLmU/TlQpNaquiCI/AAAAAAAABD8/PgoDvj5G4-Q/s72-c/ist2_7495413-cafe-waitress1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-6503476631137188721</id><published>2011-07-12T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:23:07.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been (even more) of a while</title><content type='html'>Man, it sure has been forever! So much has happened, its hard to know where to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First) I quit Walmart a while ago. I now work at Village Inn. I absolutely love it. They treat their associates like gold, and the people there are so fun to work with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second) I'm living with my friend Andrew. I have moved out of my parents house, and now live in Provo. At the end of July, the contract for their current place runs out. So we have been searching diligently for a new 3 bedroom place (there are 3 of us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third) I really miss you all! I havn't gotten on my Email, Facebook, Deviant, Blog, ect in a very long time. Like a month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry to all of you that noticed I was missing. I'm sure its been crazy making that I'm no longer around. But there is nothing I can really do about it. Work and life has been keeping me very very busy. and we don't have any internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to post more, but that will probably be when I have internet at home (Sometime after August 1st)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck! and have a fabulous summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-6503476631137188721?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6503476631137188721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6503476631137188721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6503476631137188721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6503476631137188721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-even-more-of-while.html' title='It&apos;s been (even more) of a while'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-1879238905084246373</id><published>2011-06-08T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T10:55:29.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its gone forever.....</title><content type='html'>I would like to give a quick summery of everything that has happened these past 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1) I went to the Gay Pride Festival. Second year I've gone. Always lots of fun. Meet new people, pick up like a million fliers, get free swag. Fun stuff. I also got a killer sunburn on my shoulders. Its what I get for not putting on enough sunscreen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a picture of me!&lt;br /&gt;In this, Sarah, the girl holding up two fingers is JUST covering me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-avkUPVXT0BY/Te-27P8ZvFI/AAAAAAAABD0/vZWghP9jBQ4/s1600/pride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-avkUPVXT0BY/Te-27P8ZvFI/AAAAAAAABD0/vZWghP9jBQ4/s320/pride.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am, in the D ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xi2HjvqAjkw/Te-277VtvRI/AAAAAAAABD4/xsdyNn5l3Jk/s1600/pride2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xi2HjvqAjkw/Te-277VtvRI/AAAAAAAABD4/xsdyNn5l3Jk/s320/pride2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2) I go to my friend Andrews house, we spend the whole time looking at apartments. That was lots of fun too. Me, Andrew, Amanda, and David, looked at like 5 apartments. They got progressively worse as the day went on, but the last one was a real winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bid them adieu, and left that night. I got all the way home when I realized my bag was missing off my scooter......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the car, and raced back following the exact same path. But to no avail......Its gone......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my favorite messenger bag, it was grey with these cool designs on it.&lt;br /&gt;This is what it had inside:&lt;br /&gt;-My Camera&lt;br /&gt;-Ipod&lt;br /&gt;-Wallet&lt;br /&gt;-My notebook for story ideas&lt;br /&gt;-my journal.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad I lost my Ipod, and my camera with all its pictures from Pride, and everything before and after that. I'm sad I lost my wallet, that had my ID, my walmart card, a $30 check. and sentimental things. For example, like 3 years ago, I bought James Dashner a Christmas present. I always kept the receipt hidden away in my wallet as a secret reminder that I had once done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more importantly (to me) My notebook and my journal........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That notebook had 5 months worth of notes, ideas, drawings, and even 2 short storys in it. Things that can't be replaced....The reason I write them down is so I don't forget them.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then theres my journal. You know the nature of a journal.....its something deeply personal, with things you dont want random strangers to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want those two things back......they are the most important to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassingly, that bag would've had a huge gay feeling to it. It had flyers from Pride, the camera was full of pictures from Pride. You had my journal and my notebook, both with gay elements in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever found it, is going to have the most interesting reading material ever..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I am still praying someone returns the bag. The back of the Ipod has my moms phone number on it. and my drivers license is in the wallet, so it would have been easy to find me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, my worst fears are that it was hit by a car, simply smashing everything inside. Because also inside was a bottle of hairspray, and some Axe body spray. If it had been hit by a car, both of those would have exploded everywhere.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pray for me that its found.....I really want it back :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-1879238905084246373?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1879238905084246373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=1879238905084246373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1879238905084246373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1879238905084246373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-gone-forever.html' title='Its gone forever.....'/><author><name>J.N. 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There is even proof in &lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/disney-vs-marvel.html"&gt;This Post&lt;/a&gt; from 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9XuEhUBpPh4/Tep6em5_EwI/AAAAAAAABDs/xZiycizq2Ak/s1600/X-Men-First-Class.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9XuEhUBpPh4/Tep6em5_EwI/AAAAAAAABDs/xZiycizq2Ak/s320/X-Men-First-Class.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Honestly, I really liked it ^.^ I'm not going to give away anything, so this is safe to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool going into some of the background story of characters like Magneto, Charles and Mystique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had some cool scenes, but this movie really wasn't action oriented. More informational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, my brother who went with me didn't like it as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll compare it to .hack//SIGNS. Signs is a really fantastic anime! The problem most people have with it though is that it is almost exclusively 90% dialogue. Something that really puts off the people that prefer action to words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfBAslCCmwo/Tep7_2PivzI/AAAAAAAABDw/yojjud_Y1_Q/s1600/1_dot_hack_sign.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pfBAslCCmwo/Tep7_2PivzI/AAAAAAAABDw/yojjud_Y1_Q/s320/1_dot_hack_sign.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I really did like First Class. There was only one scene that left me with a bad taste....but I can gloss over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give it a 8 of 10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-2949738484166801000?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2949738484166801000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=2949738484166801000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2949738484166801000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2949738484166801000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/x-men-first-class.html' title='X-Men: First Class'/><author><name>J.N. 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That is soooooo awesome! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-3428977323829412254?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3428977323829412254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=3428977323829412254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3428977323829412254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3428977323829412254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/pnk-had-her-baby.html' title='P!nk had her baby!!'/><author><name>J.N. 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Rowlings website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFHZW9GA0eI/TeXc7WQRCJI/AAAAAAAABDU/gySDkxiKgNA/s1600/jkrowling.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFHZW9GA0eI/TeXc7WQRCJI/AAAAAAAABDU/gySDkxiKgNA/s320/jkrowling.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This magical site is chalk full of interesting trivia, cool layouts, fun facts, and crazy rumors! In the end you will find yourself having spent more time than you thought you had browsing though it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is the website of &lt;a href="http://www.mnightshyamalan.com/"&gt;M. Night Shyamalan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxprW2ORYEY/TeXc7-sbaRI/AAAAAAAABDY/1TKkUrdp5oA/s1600/shyamalan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="151" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZxprW2ORYEY/TeXc7-sbaRI/AAAAAAAABDY/1TKkUrdp5oA/s320/shyamalan.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This website carries a much darker, creepier tone. But still ends up feeling more like an interactive game than a website. Moving through it, solving riddles to each room. It ends up being quite the adventure! But seriously, it is more than a little creepy. Browser beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real complaint I have with both of these sites is that they are not current. J.K. hasn't had anything new happen since Beedle the bard came out. While Shyamalans site still claims The Happening is his newest movie, when we know that his most current is The Last Airbender (and arguably Devil). But come on people! I don't want to hear about The Happening! Thats old news! I want to confront the rumor that Will Smith and his son Jaden Smith are going to be in Shyamalans next movie about some post-apocalyptic after earth kinda world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the minor flaws, I feel you should still give their two websites a chance. You never know, you might find out something you didn't know before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-6864856428894102147?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6864856428894102147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6864856428894102147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6864856428894102147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6864856428894102147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/06/jk-rowlings-m-night-shyamalan.html' title='J.K. Rowlings + M. Night Shyamalan'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IFHZW9GA0eI/TeXc7WQRCJI/AAAAAAAABDU/gySDkxiKgNA/s72-c/jkrowling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-7569144734573081162</id><published>2011-05-28T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T11:59:00.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found them!</title><content type='html'>So, in my&lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/p/past-layouts.html"&gt; Past Layouts&lt;/a&gt; section, I have only ever described the first 3 backgrounds I ever had. Simply because I couldn't ever find them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was&lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-video-watch-it.html"&gt; watching this video I made&lt;/a&gt;, when I realized, I had put all 3 backgrounds into it!!! So I was able to locate the original file for 2 of them. But not the first sky picture. Doesn't matter though, I still think its cool I found them! woots! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bsu5aMZTS5M/TdoX5SnBWPI/AAAAAAAABDM/2FRTdexHhKs/s1600/skyshot.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bsu5aMZTS5M/TdoX5SnBWPI/AAAAAAAABDM/2FRTdexHhKs/s320/skyshot.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIevVLT2RlU/TdoX3thlnTI/AAAAAAAABDI/ClAx4ByT_-s/s1600/dream_standard_1280x960.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JIevVLT2RlU/TdoX3thlnTI/AAAAAAAABDI/ClAx4ByT_-s/s320/dream_standard_1280x960.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeY6s4yTJwU/TdoX3DlZFfI/AAAAAAAABDE/Z_bMUT2Y8kA/s1600/crystal+rainbow.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zeY6s4yTJwU/TdoX3DlZFfI/AAAAAAAABDE/Z_bMUT2Y8kA/s320/crystal+rainbow.jpg" width="320" /&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/3485268501048418099-7569144734573081162?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7569144734573081162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7569144734573081162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7569144734573081162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7569144734573081162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/found-them.html' title='Found them!'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bsu5aMZTS5M/TdoX5SnBWPI/AAAAAAAABDM/2FRTdexHhKs/s72-c/skyshot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-5800944806964298723</id><published>2011-05-27T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T09:54:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday Chris Colfer! (21)</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday dear Chris Colfer! If I knew a way to send you something, I totally would! Until then I guess I'll have to just wish you happy birthday from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxOjpLbLzno/Td_XUi0U1WI/AAAAAAAABDQ/XGbn7NpkyFQ/s1600/normal_cco_kurts1x_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxOjpLbLzno/Td_XUi0U1WI/AAAAAAAABDQ/XGbn7NpkyFQ/s320/normal_cco_kurts1x_1.jpg" width="216" /&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/3485268501048418099-5800944806964298723?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5800944806964298723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=5800944806964298723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5800944806964298723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5800944806964298723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-birthday-chris-colfer-21.html' title='Happy birthday Chris Colfer! (21)'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cxOjpLbLzno/Td_XUi0U1WI/AAAAAAAABDQ/XGbn7NpkyFQ/s72-c/normal_cco_kurts1x_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-7047233838787641002</id><published>2011-05-26T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:01:00.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuclearoids</title><content type='html'>I have recently gotten into a very short game that I think is absolutely amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called &lt;a href="http://armorgames.com/play/7496/nuclearoids"&gt;Nuclearoids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think I'd call it a music game, from the feeling it has while playing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee you can finish the game in less than 20 minutes. but all I'm asking for is 5. Just give the game 5 minutes and see what you think of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nuclearoids./"&gt;Nuclearoids.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-7047233838787641002?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7047233838787641002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7047233838787641002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7047233838787641002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7047233838787641002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/nuclearoids.html' title='Nuclearoids'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-7788488887309756279</id><published>2011-05-25T18:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T18:29:29.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now 20</title><content type='html'>Thank you everyone for your kind birthday wishes ^.^ From the phone calls to the drop ins, I felt it was a very special day ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really guys, you made it amazing. *High five*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-7788488887309756279?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7788488887309756279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7788488887309756279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7788488887309756279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7788488887309756279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/now-20.html' title='Now 20'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-4250366146919261412</id><published>2011-05-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T11:01:09.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 20.....</title><content type='html'>On Monday, I turn 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a day I never thought was going to happen. When I was younger, I always thought that being 20 was something that was never going to happen to me. That I would just keep living life as a little kid forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda naive, but hey, I still can't believe this day is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have certainly gotten older. I mean, for example, I started this blog when I was 16. Since then I have seen and learned so much! I discovered new things about myself, I traveled to Mongolia! I lived on my own, and I made new friends from all across the world. I had ups and downs. Times that were amazing, and times that just weren't. I've had different jobs, and seen the world through different eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't believe I'm getting older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like I did when I was 16. or 10. or 8. or 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is one thing I know with certainty, 20 is going to be one of the best years of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make a change, and I am going to have something to show for it. I'm promising myself more than anything, that this year I will make a difference. This year I will do everything I can to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll get a better job. and move out of my parents house back into an apartment. Maybe I'll become a better writer. or a better artist. or a better songwriter. Maybe I'll finally learn how to read sheet music. Maybe I'll try and be better organized and be more appreciative. and maybe, just maybe, I'll find my elusive perfect other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for being my friend ^.~ No matter how long its been since we've spoken, know that I still appreciate your friendship ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your now older friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacoby Nielsen ~Future Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ps, I changed my layout again. A very summerlicious look!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-4250366146919261412?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4250366146919261412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=4250366146919261412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4250366146919261412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4250366146919261412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/turning-20.html' title='Turning 20.....'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-1700002129218899956</id><published>2011-05-13T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T18:12:08.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Days</title><content type='html'>Its hard for me to believe. But its coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10 days, I will no longer be a teenager! I will become a buff burly MAN! (probably not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10 days, I'll turn 20! Whoa! Look at that number! I think its going to bite someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just figured I write about because I think its some kind of milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe its the middle stone. I'm no longer 19. So I'm not a teenager. But I'm not 21. So I'm not a full blown adult either. Its like that odd middleground that no one wants to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm really looking forward to being 20. I think its going to be the best year of my life! whoooots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had better be! ^.^ Anything has to be better than what 19 was *shudder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.......I'm turning 20! *dance*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-1700002129218899956?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1700002129218899956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=1700002129218899956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1700002129218899956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1700002129218899956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/10-days.html' title='10 Days'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-4012438212251611149</id><published>2011-05-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:48:42.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee 2:20 - Prom Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNXn5af3q5U/TctQOTTuxWI/AAAAAAAABCo/mIcct0UVXd4/s1600/glee-cast-premiere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNXn5af3q5U/TctQOTTuxWI/AAAAAAAABCo/mIcct0UVXd4/s320/glee-cast-premiere.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A while back, I stopped reading the episode descriptions before the episode actually aired. As such, I was completely blown away by this episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a real Glee episode. One that pulls on your emotions, one that makes you gasp in surprise, and freezes the entire world around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was definitely one of my most favorite episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few points:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt; *Spoiler Alert!*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st) Kinda cool to see Jessie St. James come back. But I never really like him to begin with.....so *shrugs* whatever, nice tribute to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd) I am actually falling in love with the character Karofsky. He is becoming someone I actually really like in the series. and as characters go, I think Kurt and Karofsky would be a better couple than Kurt and Blane *prepares for flames* I don't think the writers would actually do it, but now that we have seen Karofsky &lt;i&gt;does &lt;/i&gt;have a soft side, I find that he is actually really sweet and emotional. Kurtofsky for the win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd) I loved that they covered Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri. I really love that song, and it seemed like a very nice tribute to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th) I'm sorry, but I &lt;i&gt;still &lt;/i&gt;don't buy into the 'Santanas a lesbian' bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th) of course, Kurt being nominated for Prom Queen. That really was a jaw dropping OH EM GEE moment. I havn't felt that level of shock since Karofsky kissed him in the locker room. I was also pretty shocked that Kurt took it so offensively. You'd think he'd be happy. But then again, it was a very realistic human response. Something I'm glad they still put into the show every so often. In the end I'm really happy that he had the courage to go back up there and accept that award. and his "Kate Middleton, eat your heart out" was perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a few other things, like Brittanys rejection of Arties apology, the fight between Jessie and Finn, and the fight between Racheal and Quinn. Also, I do feel bad for Mercedes not having a date. They really need to find her someone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, this episode was VERY well written. It was exciting, and shocking. Everything a good story should have. Ian Brennan, GREAT WRITING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-4012438212251611149?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4012438212251611149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=4012438212251611149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4012438212251611149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4012438212251611149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/glee-220-prom-queen.html' title='Glee 2:20 - Prom Queen'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GNXn5af3q5U/TctQOTTuxWI/AAAAAAAABCo/mIcct0UVXd4/s72-c/glee-cast-premiere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-6404902237948489884</id><published>2011-05-04T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T17:47:13.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Outside</title><content type='html'>So today, since we were babysitting my little brother and sister and inside it boring, we took them outside to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was some sidewalk chalk sitting around, so I sat down to draw something. At first I drew a tulip, since we have a few in the garden. But as I was sitting there, my little sister Avonlea struck a pose that I thought was just too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVdjoV_ZzM0/TcHquwHfyeI/AAAAAAAABCc/936DQfptCZc/s1600/HPIM1323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVdjoV_ZzM0/TcHquwHfyeI/AAAAAAAABCc/936DQfptCZc/s320/HPIM1323.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from memory, looking back at her every so often to check if it looked right, I drew her. I think it turned out really really well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VKReffQDBWI/TcHq4-wzkWI/AAAAAAAABCk/PCjJF3mk-sw/s1600/HPIM1334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VKReffQDBWI/TcHq4-wzkWI/AAAAAAAABCk/PCjJF3mk-sw/s320/HPIM1334.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I pulled out the camera so I could take a picture of her as a comparison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVmOKDrkIVc/TcHqy1Ss9uI/AAAAAAAABCg/W0UPPuDcDII/s1600/HPIM1324.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AVmOKDrkIVc/TcHqy1Ss9uI/AAAAAAAABCg/W0UPPuDcDII/s320/HPIM1324.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Comment below! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-6404902237948489884?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6404902237948489884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6404902237948489884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6404902237948489884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6404902237948489884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/playing-outside.html' title='Playing Outside'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vVdjoV_ZzM0/TcHquwHfyeI/AAAAAAAABCc/936DQfptCZc/s72-c/HPIM1323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-5596233615423592396</id><published>2011-05-02T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T10:54:54.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary's Proposal</title><content type='html'>A while ago I helped my two friends Mary and Corbyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_PibE55b5A/Tb7vNq4oYrI/AAAAAAAABCY/p-EuRjhOLM8/s1600/mccolorfest.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_PibE55b5A/Tb7vNq4oYrI/AAAAAAAABCY/p-EuRjhOLM8/s320/mccolorfest.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary (&lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/marys-photoshoot.html"&gt;the one who did all these photoshoots&lt;/a&gt;) has been dating Corbyn for (I believe) 2 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one day Corbyn called me up and told me he was going to propose to her. We made plans, yata yata, and eventually, BAM! He proposed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mary put it on YouTube, and I would like to share it with you! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real video doesn't start till 0:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mqxs0YNz5bg" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw!!! Wasn't that sweet!!! (and yes, that is my voice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I should share it, since I did have a hand in the making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the reason I couldn't focus on her face is because it was so bright out that the display wouldn't show what it was focusing on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end it was so very awesome!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proposals for the win!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you never know Mary, me and Corbyn could have had something special! ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wO9wZL1giA/TUBjg8OV5GI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ika2Z4Expvc/s1600/Friends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--wO9wZL1giA/TUBjg8OV5GI/AAAAAAAAA4U/ika2Z4Expvc/s320/Friends.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-5596233615423592396?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5596233615423592396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=5596233615423592396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5596233615423592396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5596233615423592396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/05/marys-proposal.html' title='Mary&apos;s Proposal'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2_PibE55b5A/Tb7vNq4oYrI/AAAAAAAABCY/p-EuRjhOLM8/s72-c/mccolorfest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8922760136666686481</id><published>2011-04-23T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T13:37:28.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank Stare</title><content type='html'>I have again changed the layout blog. It looks like this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UF1nsPi5lZA/TbM0yNNTfqI/AAAAAAAABCU/DrsduXskq-4/s1600/blog16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UF1nsPi5lZA/TbM0yNNTfqI/AAAAAAAABCU/DrsduXskq-4/s320/blog16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to look like this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkOjxgTDbt4/TVMWfcoxvaI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/TC8XBBsy6Ak/s1600/blog15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NkOjxgTDbt4/TVMWfcoxvaI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/TC8XBBsy6Ak/s320/blog15.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? I wanted to move towards a move classy look. I might also be suffering from a wee bit of depression. That might also be a factor. I bet its because its raining out (dirty rain!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of it? Yes? No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even then, expect the next layout sometime in the middle of May. This one is staying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8922760136666686481?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8922760136666686481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8922760136666686481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8922760136666686481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8922760136666686481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/blank-stare.html' title='Blank Stare'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UF1nsPi5lZA/TbM0yNNTfqI/AAAAAAAABCU/DrsduXskq-4/s72-c/blog16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-3679913371950818249</id><published>2011-04-22T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T21:48:33.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simone's Last Name</title><content type='html'>For those that have been following the odd story of Simon, here is the next chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 1 - &lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-are-you-now.html"&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2 - &lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/looking-for-simon.html"&gt;Looking for Simon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we left off, I had decided I was going to go back to Wasatch and search the 2000-2001 yearbook to find Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Returning to Wasatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got the chance to go back to Wasatch today. I went through the school to the Library. When I got there, the librarian recognized me and asked if I was back to take a second look. I told her that I hadn't thought about it before, but Simon would be in the 2000-2001 yearbook also! She told me I was free to go back and take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the back, opened the door, and stepped inside. I already knew where to look. All it took was that single glance to realize it couldn't be that easy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise. The yearbook for 2000-2001 was not there. I did the same thing I did last time, and moved them all around, hoping that it would suddenly appear. It never did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of the room, shut the door, and went to leave. The librarian stopped me as I walked past, asking if I had finally found him. I told her I hadn't. That the book wasn't there. She couldn't believe it. She already knew the story, since I had told her last time. She told me that she was actually really interested in this, and wanted to know the answers herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the front office, and she asked the secretary there if there were any other copies of the yearbook/student directories in the office. She said she didn't think so, but still looked around. As she was searching, she found something! She pulled it off the shelf, and we looked at it. 2002-2003......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the wrong one....a year off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sighed. This was becoming pointless. Maybe I was never meant to find Simon......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secretary said she was going to check the principles office as a last resort. She left, then came back 30 seconds later, holding a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this it?" she asked, showing me the cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at it, 2001-2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! It was the one! The one I had been looking for!!! The answers I needed were just feet away!!! so close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, it still seems something is trying to keep me from finding him. I say this because even though the book was RIGHT THERE, she held it for about 5 minutes while her and the librarian talked about meeting past students. I could feel every fiber of my being leaning towards it. trying to read its mind or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she handed it to me, and I started flipping through the pages. Maybe it was my imagination, but I swear as I turned from page to page it got harder to turn. The pages got heavier and heavier, until the final pages seemed to be stuck together. I turned the page one final time, feeling it catch and struggle to stay closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A page. Many face. Lots of names. I rapidly scanned the page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him. In the middle of the crowd of faces, I picked him out. For a second I just stared before I finally read the name below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simone Martinengo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It clicked, I remembered! I couldn't even fathom how I had forgotten! I wrote it down, committing it to memory. I thanked both of them for all of their help, and I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(note: after finding out his name has an E at the end of it, I will from now on use the proper spelling) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cyber Search&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did when I got home was jump on facebook and search for him. Despite Simone Martinengo being what I would consider a very rare if not one of a kind name, there are 3 Simone Martinengo's on Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sent all 3 of them messages, asking if they are the Simone I'm searching for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is a blank page, so they are unknown (and probably not them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is a white guy who I'm sure isn't him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third was the only potential candidate. However there is still a chance its not him....&lt;br /&gt;(this is the profile pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=1707871852818&amp;amp;id=1118720590&amp;amp;ref=notif&amp;amp;notif_t=feed_comment#%21/profile.php?id=1645189903"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOf_NpIBhJk/TbJScWqxXlI/AAAAAAAABCE/hj6SmUUGcgI/s200/maybesimone2.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I did some more online searching, and this is what I have found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simone went to Orem jr. high for 9th grade, and was on the Honor Roll (&lt;a href="http://www.heraldextra.com/news/local/schools/article_7fdb28dd-04c3-5aa8-b9c3-6056a1ab9cda.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;was on the 2008 11th grade Honor Roll, and went to Mountain View High (&lt;a href="http://www.heraldextra.com/news/local/article_0aa3c318-551f-5f26-bba4-109a6dfdbd77.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was also on the 12th grade Honor Roll (&lt;a href="http://my.heraldextra.com/post/OremNews/blog/mountain_view_high_school_q2_honor_roll.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Had an art project on display called &lt;span class="normaltxt12" id="lblBlogItemText"&gt;"Vortex of Vanity" (&lt;a href="http://my.heraldextra.com/post/SpanishForknews/blog/high_school_student_art_showcase.html"&gt;Source&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So he stayed in Utah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the best lead I have so far, is a MySpace account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1367085928"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/simonmartinengo"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C1hHe28c9tQ/TbJX34UaLyI/AAAAAAAABCI/hM_Z6Wlxdx0/s200/maybeSimone.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it could actually be him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that concerns me is one of the most recent comments. It says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey you still in brasil"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its dated a year ago. Do you think its possible that he went to Brasil? That maybe he is still there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know. All I know is I messaged this Simone also, and am praying its him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Only Time will Tell....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do now is wait. See if anyone responds back or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am one step closer to finding him. In fact, I think I am almost there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep wishing me luck!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jacoby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-3679913371950818249?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3679913371950818249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=3679913371950818249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3679913371950818249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3679913371950818249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/simones-last-name.html' title='Simone&apos;s Last Name'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dOf_NpIBhJk/TbJScWqxXlI/AAAAAAAABCE/hj6SmUUGcgI/s72-c/maybesimone2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-6604624697113439600</id><published>2011-04-20T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T23:48:08.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of Neglect (Glee 2:17)</title><content type='html'>I just barely saw the new Glee! Night of Neglect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I'd say I liked it. Wasn't a favorite, but it wasn't bad. I can't wait for the series to go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple thoughts - Nice to see Sunshine again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, I guess thats my only thought. Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ze othza newz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now frenchz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I saw Insidious (twice) and Arthur (once)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insidious was indeed AMAZING!!! But when I say it was scary, I'm talking totally way past messed up scary as all get out!!! But it was good. Still, I do not recommend it to anyone under the age of &lt;strike&gt;35&lt;/strike&gt; 18. and even then, you had better have a HIGH scare tolerance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arthur was....okay. Some of it was funny. or maybe I'm just a critique. If it doesn't make a lasting impression, I take it as a solid B movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets get into something more interesting! Like P!nk's cute little baby bump! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYj0_HOVUfY/Ta_REnNUnUI/AAAAAAAABCA/AvPksu0wiCw/s1600/020711_pinkbump.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYj0_HOVUfY/Ta_REnNUnUI/AAAAAAAABCA/AvPksu0wiCw/s320/020711_pinkbump.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(photo courtesy of P!nk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else cool and interesting. The superman shovel! or the swiss army shovel....okay, just watch for yourself. this thing should have its own TV show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="330" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b60OZhrTB6o?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, later peeps! I'm going to bed! (work tomorrow.....again)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-6604624697113439600?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6604624697113439600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6604624697113439600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6604624697113439600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6604624697113439600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/night-of-neglect-glee-217.html' title='Night of Neglect (Glee 2:17)'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hYj0_HOVUfY/Ta_REnNUnUI/AAAAAAAABCA/AvPksu0wiCw/s72-c/020711_pinkbump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-7230630675548676212</id><published>2011-04-11T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T17:11:56.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Simon</title><content type='html'>If any of you can recall, I have been looking for my past friend Simon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-are-you-now.html"&gt;Link to the old post for those that don't remember&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share with you this odd story: &lt;i&gt;Looking for Simon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Problem:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he left in the 5th grade I have been trying to find him with no luck. The first problem I ran into is I don't remember his last name. I have been asking friends, but none of them can remember his last name either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plan Two:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no one could remember Simon, I would have to find physical proof of his last name. I decided to go and look for my elementary scrapbook. I finally found it after weeks of searching. I opened it, turning past baby pictures, and preschool drawings. through the grades until I finally reached it. 5th grade. I turned the pages until I reached it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blank page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5th grade yearbook photo was missing! I checked every box of photos we had and found absolutely nothing. I had every other year, just not 5th grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next Idea:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had it! I'd simply ask my friend Jessica if she had the picture. She was pretty good with keeping her own scrapbook pretty organized (at least this is what I think, correct me if I'm wrong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to look for me, and she agreed. Problem was, she was at collage, and I would have to wait till she went home for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited and waited, and finally one day, she gave me the news. No matter where she looked she could not find our 5th grade yearbook photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs. Linford:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 5th grade teacher, Mrs. Linford, was one of my most favorite elementary school teachers. Well one day, about a month ago, I ran into her in a store. We exchanged numbers and promised to keep in contact with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized this was my chance! Who better than my 5th grade teacher herself to ask about Simon! I know she wouldn't remember him (its been 8 years), but she should have the yearbook photo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text her and asked if she could check it out for me. She said she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I waited and waited. Eventually she text me back a week later. She didn't have it. or at least couldn't find it. She was in the middle of a messy divorce, and her stuff was scattered everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wasatch Elementary:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, This was getting really strange. No one could find their 2001-2002 5th grade yearbook pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to the one place I knew HAD to have it. My elementary school: Wasatch Elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the front desk and asked if they had the yearbook photos of past years. They asked if I had gone to school here and I told them yes. They told me to go to the library, and the librarian would show me where they were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Library:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! I would find his last name! I went to the library, talked to the librarian, and she opened a backroom door to where they kept the yearbooks. We went in and it was pretty cool! They had every single year book from 2010 to 1960! All neatly organized on a few shelves up on the walls. We got a ladder and started looking. I was looking for 2001-2002.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04-05, 03-04, 02-03, 00-01, 99-00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait....what? The librarian had noticed at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01-02 is missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We looked everywhere, even pulling them all off the shelves to see if it had maybe been hidden behind them. It just wasn't there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Hasty Exit:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe it! I have tried almost everything! Why can't I find Simon!?!? Its really bothering me!!! So I left straight away and went to Mrs. Linfords class. I told her the story, from beginning to end. I finally got to the end, where I told her the yearbook wasn't there. Her reply was "Shut up! No way! The Library doesn't have it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quickly brainstormed all the other students in that class, and she said she was going to try and contact some of the students she still talks to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until we ad been talking for almost an hour that I realized something that seemed so painfully obvious. Simon had gone to school 00-01! I could simply go back, and find him in the previous year!!! I went back to the library to find that it was closed. it was about 5:00, and school ended at 3:20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so close to the information i needed. I probably brushed it when I was searching earlier. inches away from a single page that would tell me everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Final Statement:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to go back to Wasatch and check the previous years yearbook. I am so close to finding Simons last name. But realistically, what happens after that? What if I never find out where he went after that? What if he has a really common last name? It would be much easier to find him if I knew his middle name also. I may find his name, and never find where he went after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter though, I won't ever give up. I'll keep looking until I finally find him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-7230630675548676212?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7230630675548676212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7230630675548676212' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7230630675548676212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7230630675548676212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/looking-for-simon.html' title='Looking for Simon'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-3391940623172466937</id><published>2011-04-10T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T11:30:00.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A building of white marble. A slow soaking rain. I looked at my hands clenched at my sides. I took a deep breath, releasing my grip and letting my hands fall peacefully. I climbed the stairs, looking straight ahead. A door opened, and light spilled out pulling me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A crowded somber room. A long line of dark dressed tearful people. I stood behind a crying lady with a black veil obscuring her face, but not her sobs. The line moves forward like a trance. Dazed it goes without realizing it’s moving. It reaches its end, where people pause then scatter off like lost sheep. I step forward and glance at the object of everyone’s sorrowful devotion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Black ebony wood. Eternal sleep. I leaned forward, my hair gliding around my face, every strand observing. I froze, unable to believe what I was seeing. Impossibilities no longer seemed so unreal. I could feel something grip my heart. A lost pain. Inside the black casket….was me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took a step back and could feel shards of ice falling from my eyes. I had died. I took another step back, turned and walked away. I headed for the door when I saw them. His family (or was it my family?) standing a ways beyond the casket. I walked to them for an explanation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;She saw me first. His mother. Her tears quickly turned to anger as she pointed a finger at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I will never forgive you,” She hissed as she took a step forward, “Its your fault he died” She took another step forward and shoved me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I fell backward, landing on smooth tiled floors. I was in a mirrored room. I looked at my reflection and noted my youth. The same age I was in the casket. I was 17. As I stared my reflection changed, morphing into an older version of myself. He gave me a bittersweet smile as he placed his hand against the opposite side of the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I looked at my future. I saw the happy glow in his eyes, the joy of a life being lived to its fullest. I started towards him when he slowly shook his head no. He pointed behind me. I turned and saw something else in that reflection. I saw my family beaming at me. So happy to see me, and see where I was in my life. I looked back at my future and he tapped his head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I knew in that moment that I couldn’t have both. I turned back towards my smiling family. The question was clear. Do I leave my future to make my family happy? Or do I leave my family to make my future?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I watched both sides, weighing the options. I waited for what could have been a single moment, or an entire forever. Then I walked over to my family. They looked overjoyed to see me. I stopped right before them, and felt a tear slip down my cheek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love you…but I have to make my own way in the world. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I expected them to understand, like my future did. Instead the emotions ranged from anger to sorrow. I could feel the guilt eating me up inside. But I knew what I had to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I walked back to my future, and without any hesitation reached out and touched the glass. As our hands met, I could feel warmth. A golden light went from our hands covering both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly I was back at the funeral. Being pushed back a step. I looked her in the eye and told her the truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never died. You just refused the person I became.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;As I said those words, the doors and windows lit up with a brilliant, dazzling golden light. I could look away from it, but I couldn’t escape its light. I opened my eyes, stinging from the sun shining through the slats of my bedroom blinds…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-3391940623172466937?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3391940623172466937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=3391940623172466937' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3391940623172466937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3391940623172466937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/mirror-dreams.html' title='Mirror Dreams'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-179235595852447783</id><published>2011-04-06T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T20:31:14.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Mother, like Son?</title><content type='html'>So, today my mom and some of my uncles went up with my dad as he did a flight with my grandfather. You would NEVER believe this picture she took of herself!!! Its EXACTLY the same as the one I took of myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Igajx_gjo5I/TZ0sJ1iPKTI/AAAAAAAABB8/CHaBLGt7A8k/s1600/flying2+162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Igajx_gjo5I/TZ0sJ1iPKTI/AAAAAAAABB8/CHaBLGt7A8k/s320/flying2+162.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoyXrF_oSHM/TY-hMPYOjDI/AAAAAAAABAQ/qIcAJkFzaCo/s1600/032311122206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoyXrF_oSHM/TY-hMPYOjDI/AAAAAAAABAQ/qIcAJkFzaCo/s320/032311122206.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, we both thought that was such a cool coincidence when we looked back at the pictures!!! We were in the same seat, with the same headsets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-179235595852447783?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/179235595852447783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=179235595852447783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/179235595852447783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/179235595852447783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/like-mother-like-son.html' title='Like Mother, like Son?'/><author><name>J.N. 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Its so amazing! and I love her extreme eyebrows!!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out here: &lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/videos/katy-perry/636468/et.jhtml#id=1660919"&gt;MTV First: Katy Perry's 'E.T.'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaNK7nXw4XM/TZYqM2NBJ_I/AAAAAAAABBs/ymC9XlzDACs/s1600/katy+perry+et1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaNK7nXw4XM/TZYqM2NBJ_I/AAAAAAAABBs/ymC9XlzDACs/s320/katy+perry+et1.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QF2cdyqOBDs/TZYqNa9gFGI/AAAAAAAABBw/AtQKG4i7j6Y/s1600/katy+perry+et2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QF2cdyqOBDs/TZYqNa9gFGI/AAAAAAAABBw/AtQKG4i7j6Y/s320/katy+perry+et2.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-daflMWpWdNI/TZYqNu209iI/AAAAAAAABB0/4JD4gIISImg/s1600/katy+perry+et3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-daflMWpWdNI/TZYqNu209iI/AAAAAAAABB0/4JD4gIISImg/s1600/katy+perry+et3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KpJ57S1Uk5s/TZYqNy7bkII/AAAAAAAABB4/oBiFBWd6xTQ/s1600/katy+perry+et4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KpJ57S1Uk5s/TZYqNy7bkII/AAAAAAAABB4/oBiFBWd6xTQ/s1600/katy+perry+et4.jpg" /&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/3485268501048418099-1019190006213299682?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1019190006213299682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=1019190006213299682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1019190006213299682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1019190006213299682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/katy-perrys-et.html' title='Katy Perry&apos;s E.T.'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KaNK7nXw4XM/TZYqM2NBJ_I/AAAAAAAABBs/ymC9XlzDACs/s72-c/katy+perry+et1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-5622344453455477446</id><published>2011-03-28T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T14:54:06.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBP1VxJlCns/TZD7amWDecI/AAAAAAAABAs/_HM7mFwErEw/s1600/020911213930.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBP1VxJlCns/TZD7amWDecI/AAAAAAAABAs/_HM7mFwErEw/s200/020911213930.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3_GCccrfNQ/TZD7bfh9F9I/AAAAAAAABAw/vl4_VRdJrQM/s1600/020911214634.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s3_GCccrfNQ/TZD7bfh9F9I/AAAAAAAABAw/vl4_VRdJrQM/s320/020911214634.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYLxZOaf4rg/TZD7cNgg5WI/AAAAAAAABA0/PymFJ39PkG4/s1600/020911215529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jYLxZOaf4rg/TZD7cNgg5WI/AAAAAAAABA0/PymFJ39PkG4/s200/020911215529.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Valentines Cake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlB6CyOqiaI/TZD7c3DWvTI/AAAAAAAABA4/p8bjp6buTtY/s1600/022111184412.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlB6CyOqiaI/TZD7c3DWvTI/AAAAAAAABA4/p8bjp6buTtY/s320/022111184412.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOKDnemHiLA/TZD7eRWMk5I/AAAAAAAABBA/CpBi6KLpxvk/s1600/022111184454.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOKDnemHiLA/TZD7eRWMk5I/AAAAAAAABBA/CpBi6KLpxvk/s200/022111184454.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SF_y19l1ZUo/TZD7djcURiI/AAAAAAAABA8/S35YZ6Ml7jg/s1600/022111184420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SF_y19l1ZUo/TZD7djcURiI/AAAAAAAABA8/S35YZ6Ml7jg/s320/022111184420.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Magical Rainbow Jello)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wVnRJ1wYT4Q/TZD7ez7RXiI/AAAAAAAABBE/zxNP6Cu8eLk/s1600/022711125649.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wVnRJ1wYT4Q/TZD7ez7RXiI/AAAAAAAABBE/zxNP6Cu8eLk/s320/022711125649.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Frosting Experiment Cake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OdcUXzgwg44/TZD7gHnroLI/AAAAAAAABBI/Nr-FkN2ZQuc/s1600/031011234118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OdcUXzgwg44/TZD7gHnroLI/AAAAAAAABBI/Nr-FkN2ZQuc/s320/031011234118.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Cupcakes for a friends baby shower)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Omnavl3MKEU/TZD7gxY6g-I/AAAAAAAABBM/HD91z1M5yoc/s1600/100510130944.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Omnavl3MKEU/TZD7gxY6g-I/AAAAAAAABBM/HD91z1M5yoc/s320/100510130944.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-8el0J-g6s/TZD7hnql07I/AAAAAAAABBQ/9xTUVtg_ReY/s1600/100510130954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3-8el0J-g6s/TZD7hnql07I/AAAAAAAABBQ/9xTUVtg_ReY/s200/100510130954.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Badly Made Birthday cake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-tZxMDxLPk/TZD9ZDTZ3EI/AAAAAAAABBo/2YYUen6fVaE/s1600/030111012404.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-tZxMDxLPk/TZD9ZDTZ3EI/AAAAAAAABBo/2YYUen6fVaE/s320/030111012404.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Green Experimental Jello Cake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S46X33PCKSM/TZD8hu59_kI/AAAAAAAABBg/fLedVtw9JC8/s1600/Adriennes+Cake+4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S46X33PCKSM/TZD8hu59_kI/AAAAAAAABBg/fLedVtw9JC8/s200/Adriennes+Cake+4.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aht_hmrFmL4/TZD8Q6PtbdI/AAAAAAAABBY/wyl76tZ6BOw/s1600/Adriennes+Cake.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Aht_hmrFmL4/TZD8Q6PtbdI/AAAAAAAABBY/wyl76tZ6BOw/s320/Adriennes+Cake.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lOip_JuGPwY/TZD8UWw_oHI/AAAAAAAABBc/w8ePKi9cJiU/s1600/Adriennes+Cake+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lOip_JuGPwY/TZD8UWw_oHI/AAAAAAAABBc/w8ePKi9cJiU/s200/Adriennes+Cake+3.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yb0uvrKWRk/TZD7iRxCs-I/AAAAAAAABBU/4d9onYVUQXA/s1600/Thecakeisalie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0yb0uvrKWRk/TZD7iRxCs-I/AAAAAAAABBU/4d9onYVUQXA/s200/Thecakeisalie.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Adriennes Birthday Cake)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GfnNrkop_U/TZD8i3gUE_I/AAAAAAAABBk/dZydCAqmpDU/s1600/Blue+Martini.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6GfnNrkop_U/TZD8i3gUE_I/AAAAAAAABBk/dZydCAqmpDU/s320/Blue+Martini.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(Silly little tropical drink)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love baking, whether its something experimental, something that doesn't turn out quite right, or something that ends up looking fantastic! this is some of the stuff I have made that I actually have pictures of. My favorites are Adriennes Birthday cake and the Magical Rainbow Jello - both of which took a lot of time to finish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything i make is special. Unique. Imbued with time and emotions. To get one is something rare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know, maybe someday I'll make something for you too ^.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-5622344453455477446?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5622344453455477446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=5622344453455477446' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5622344453455477446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5622344453455477446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/make-it-special.html' title='Make it Special'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBP1VxJlCns/TZD7amWDecI/AAAAAAAABAs/_HM7mFwErEw/s72-c/020911213930.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-5073444864840816035</id><published>2011-03-27T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T14:05:50.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly Away, Into the Azure Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;A couple days ago I got to fly with my dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoyXrF_oSHM/TY-hMPYOjDI/AAAAAAAABAQ/qIcAJkFzaCo/s1600/032311122206.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoyXrF_oSHM/TY-hMPYOjDI/AAAAAAAABAQ/qIcAJkFzaCo/s320/032311122206.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(This is me with the headsets)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQHWdMMNhlI/TY-hNSuSRSI/AAAAAAAABAU/kiv02VQXrPE/s1600/032311123017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQHWdMMNhlI/TY-hNSuSRSI/AAAAAAAABAU/kiv02VQXrPE/s320/032311123017.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(My dad on the right, gray shirt) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ne6M2YI_hKQ/TY-hO_rvfXI/AAAAAAAABAY/sKYWQlMoCF4/s1600/032311123442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ne6M2YI_hKQ/TY-hO_rvfXI/AAAAAAAABAY/sKYWQlMoCF4/s320/032311123442.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Looking down at houses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_FHebR0yzZo/TY-hQMzv6kI/AAAAAAAABAc/oO8F95k2iLA/s1600/032311123451.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_FHebR0yzZo/TY-hQMzv6kI/AAAAAAAABAc/oO8F95k2iLA/s320/032311123451.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(More Houses)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TbfofvR80BE/TY-hRcZpg3I/AAAAAAAABAg/VKMGy24b90c/s1600/032311124134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TbfofvR80BE/TY-hRcZpg3I/AAAAAAAABAg/VKMGy24b90c/s320/032311124134.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Looking down at the land)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgb4TFItMkw/TY-hSyy0v-I/AAAAAAAABAk/-IPOOn-5IGg/s1600/032311130254.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mgb4TFItMkw/TY-hSyy0v-I/AAAAAAAABAk/-IPOOn-5IGg/s320/032311130254.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Some cool fields!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ5VRbv3ELE/TY-hVCld3UI/AAAAAAAABAo/eUOZrY3DL2Y/s1600/032311131343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lZ5VRbv3ELE/TY-hVCld3UI/AAAAAAAABAo/eUOZrY3DL2Y/s320/032311131343.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(If you look the engine, you'll notice its stopped. Its part of the test my dad was taking. Skipping the details, they shut off one of the engines)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Honestly, it was a lot of fun! and I would do it again in a heartbeat! ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-5073444864840816035?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5073444864840816035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=5073444864840816035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5073444864840816035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5073444864840816035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/fly-away-into-azure-sky.html' title='Fly Away, Into the Azure Sky'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uoyXrF_oSHM/TY-hMPYOjDI/AAAAAAAABAQ/qIcAJkFzaCo/s72-c/032311122206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8165269277362564292</id><published>2011-03-23T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:32:16.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Treijim</title><content type='html'>I decided that another artist I follow deserves a feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://treijim.deviantart.com/"&gt;Treijim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His drawings are so realistic and lifelike that you would almost think they are photos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the ones I really find cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://treijim.deviantart.com/art/Gabriel-146161390" title="Gabriel by `treijim, Dec 8, 2009 in Digital Art &amp;gt; Drawings &amp;gt; Fantasy"&gt;&lt;img height="103" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs70/150/f/2009/342/1/6/Gabriel_by_treijim.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://treijim.deviantart.com/art/Noble-138050763" title="Noble by `treijim, Sep 23, 2009 in Digital Art &amp;gt; Drawings &amp;gt; People"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs50/150/f/2009/266/5/2/Noble_by_treijim.jpg" width="108" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://treijim.deviantart.com/art/Courage-136528017" title="Courage by `treijim, Sep 10, 2009 in Digital Art &amp;gt; Paintings &amp;amp; Airbrushing &amp;gt; Fantasy"&gt;&lt;img height="106" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs24/150/f/2009/253/b/6/Courage_by_treijim.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://treijim.deviantart.com/art/Turn-Around-112775985" title="Turn Around by `treijim, Feb 13, 2009 in Traditional Art &amp;gt; Drawings &amp;gt; Portraits &amp;amp; Figures"&gt;&lt;img height="102" src="http://th09.deviantart.net/fs40/150/f/2009/044/c/1/Turn_Around_by_treijim.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://treijim.deviantart.com/art/No-Reason-112037203" title="No Reason by `treijim, Feb 6, 2009 in Digital Art &amp;gt; Drawings &amp;gt; Portraits"&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs41/150/f/2009/037/3/2/No_Reason_by_treijim.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://treijim.deviantart.com/art/Vibrant-Blaze-Eternal-82799054" title="Vibrant Blaze Eternal by `treijim, Apr 14, 2008 in Digital Art &amp;gt; Drawings &amp;gt; Fantasy"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://th01.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2010/018/c/d/Vibrant_Blaze_Eternal_by_treijim.jpg" width="147" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://treijim.deviantart.com/art/Cold-Feet-53511651" title="Cold Feet by `treijim, Apr 18, 2007 in Digital Art &amp;gt; Paintings &amp;amp; Airbrushing &amp;gt; People &amp;gt; Open Format"&gt;&lt;img height="113" src="http://th04.deviantart.net/fs13/150/i/2007/111/c/8/Cold_Feet_by_treijim.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://treijim.deviantart.com/art/Stay-Back-68411592" title="Stay Back by `treijim, Oct 28, 2007 in Manga &amp;amp; Anime &amp;gt; Digital Media &amp;gt; Drawings"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs20/150/f/2007/301/c/6/Stay_Back_by_treijim.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want him to tell me what hes running from! I think its a shadow. But it could be something cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Trijim, I think you rock. Hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8165269277362564292?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8165269277362564292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8165269277362564292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8165269277362564292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8165269277362564292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/treijim.html' title='Treijim'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-9100823912788070471</id><published>2011-03-22T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:14:30.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Preston</title><content type='html'>I have recently started following a cartoonist named&lt;a href="http://tompreston.deviantart.com/"&gt; Tom Preston&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, he is amazing!!! You all need to go and read his comics, laugh at his jokes, buy his books, and stalk with website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From his series Alex Ze Pirate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://tompreston.deviantart.com/art/Lost-At-Sea-180688412" title="Lost At Sea by *TomPreston, Sep 26, 2010 in Cartoons &amp;amp; Comics &amp;gt; Digital Media &amp;gt; Cartoons &amp;gt; Drawings"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2010/269/2/1/lost_at_sea_by_tompreston-d2zks2k.jpg" width="118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to his intriging series Formera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://tompreston.deviantart.com/art/Rude-Awakening-48940524" title="Rude Awakening by *TomPreston, Feb 16, 2007 in Digital Art &amp;gt; Paintings &amp;amp; Airbrushing &amp;gt; Fantasy"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://th02.deviantart.net/fs15/150/f/2007/061/6/2/Rude_Awakening_by_TomPreston.jpg" width="98" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to an interesting untapped character Percy Phillips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://tompreston.deviantart.com/art/Percy-Phillips-136167102" title="Percy Phillips by *TomPreston, Sep 6, 2009 in Traditional Art &amp;gt; Drawings &amp;gt; Illustration &amp;gt; Storybook"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs47/150/i/2009/249/c/b/Percy_Phillips_by_TomPreston.jpg" width="82" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love his So, Your A Cartoonist comics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://tompreston.deviantart.com/art/SYAC-Boxed-Art-201049126" title="SYAC - Boxed Art by *TomPreston, Mar 15, 2011 in Cartoons &amp;amp; Comics &amp;gt; Traditional Media &amp;gt; Comics &amp;gt; Pages"&gt;&lt;img height="118" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2011/074/7/e/syac___boxed_art_by_tompreston-d3bp6hy.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His imaginative ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://tompreston.deviantart.com/art/Curious-Shadows-106288808" title="Curious Shadows by *TomPreston, Dec 14, 2008 in Digital Art &amp;gt; Drawings &amp;gt; Illustrations &amp;gt; Conceptual"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs70/150/i/2010/101/3/9/Curious_Shadows_by_TomPreston.jpg" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and his all around awesomeness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="shadow-holder"&gt;&lt;span class="mild shadow"&gt;&lt;a class="thumb" href="http://tompreston.deviantart.com/art/Everyones-a-Captain-Kirk-153509511" title="Everyones a Captain Kirk by *TomPreston, Feb 9, 2010 in Digital Art &amp;gt; Drawings &amp;gt; Illustrations &amp;gt; Conceptual"&gt;&lt;img height="89" src="http://th08.deviantart.net/fs71/150/i/2010/259/8/7/everyones_a_captain_kirk_by_tompreston-d2je8p3.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, Tom Preston is someone I hope to someday meet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is truly worthy of the title Cartoonist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-9100823912788070471?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9100823912788070471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=9100823912788070471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/9100823912788070471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/9100823912788070471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/tom-preston.html' title='Tom Preston'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-1147555104743774200</id><published>2011-03-21T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T09:08:48.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Riding Hood</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was hanging out with some friends when my mom text me asking if I would like to see a movie with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This NEVER happens, so I text her back saying 'yes, I'd love to'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up seeing Red Riding Hood. It was, despite my trepidations about it, a very good movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PM8V3cHdSC4?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I thought it was cool that my mom asked if I wanted to see a movie with her. It was pretty special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-1147555104743774200?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1147555104743774200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=1147555104743774200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1147555104743774200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1147555104743774200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/red-riding-hood.html' title='Red Riding Hood'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PM8V3cHdSC4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-2095924391789030509</id><published>2011-03-16T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:45:13.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Original Song</title><content type='html'>I saw the newest episode of Glee today - Original Song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly really liked this episode! and as an added bonus, it wasn't a themed episode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, what did I like about this episode....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs:&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;I loved Kurts redition of Blackbird. I thought it was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I loved Puck's song Big Ass.....Heart. Thought it was funny, and really cool&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure about Rachels solo though. It was a good song. But not a huge favorite.&lt;br /&gt;I loved their Loser Like Me! I thought it was fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;and of course, close to my heart, I loved hearing Raise Your Glass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Development:&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was cool that Blaine and Kurt are now an item. I'd think it was cooler if I didn't totally have the hots for Chris Colfer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kj9DYmZ7SgA/TYEvWd0mfnI/AAAAAAAABAM/VrCLTSpSKYM/s1600/COLFER02X390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kj9DYmZ7SgA/TYEvWd0mfnI/AAAAAAAABAM/VrCLTSpSKYM/s320/COLFER02X390.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad to see Puck and Lauren are getting together also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends tell me how much they hate Rachel. I actually like her, so I don't get what they are talking about. However, in this episode, I totally saw what they were talking about. I can't put my finger on it, but she really bothered me today........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I really liked this episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something else that has been bothering me though. and that is Sunshine Corazon. She came in the first episode, and then disappeared. I'm sure they are going to bring her back for the end. But as it is now, its really annoying that she hasn't come back. I feel like if she does come back, it'll be really rushed......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-2095924391789030509?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2095924391789030509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=2095924391789030509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2095924391789030509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2095924391789030509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/original-song.html' title='Original Song'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kj9DYmZ7SgA/TYEvWd0mfnI/AAAAAAAABAM/VrCLTSpSKYM/s72-c/COLFER02X390.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-848351663077524582</id><published>2011-03-14T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T11:44:40.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priest</title><content type='html'>Lately, I have been reading the infinitely creepy manga called Priest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZpnWEfRIzgE/TX2VkiBSAiI/AAAAAAAABAA/0as3uHAwU60/s1600/Priest+Cover+9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZpnWEfRIzgE/TX2VkiBSAiI/AAAAAAAABAA/0as3uHAwU60/s320/Priest+Cover+9.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago, in a box of free books I was given, were the first 4 books in the series. I read them, thought they were pretty disturbed, and only slightly interesting. So I pretty much ignored them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now, for all those that don't know, they are making a movie called Priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/stAfEDSosXc?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading through 80% of the series, I think the movie and the book have little to nothing to do with each other. but still. I'm excited for the movie! I love the main actor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny, I realize that when I'm reading a book, one song will stick out more than the rest, and will end up being played over and over, until it keeps all the memories of those readings with it. That song (for this book) is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.T. by Katy Perry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="143" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TxQU7fRg8xA?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, Priest books, Priest Movie, and Katy and her Extraterrestrials.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-848351663077524582?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/848351663077524582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=848351663077524582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/848351663077524582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/848351663077524582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/priest.html' title='Priest'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ZpnWEfRIzgE/TX2VkiBSAiI/AAAAAAAABAA/0as3uHAwU60/s72-c/Priest+Cover+9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-2352727897235614706</id><published>2011-03-13T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T12:34:08.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P!nk Forever</title><content type='html'>On P!nk's website, she posted about how Glee was indeed covering her Raise Your Glass song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LuAUduXmZis/TX0bsesOFCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/6i6qan8MkQ8/s1600/Pnk%252BRaiseYourGlass%252BPNG.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LuAUduXmZis/TX0bsesOFCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/6i6qan8MkQ8/s320/Pnk%252BRaiseYourGlass%252BPNG.png" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She posted a preview! Find it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.billboard.com/features/glee-song-premiere-the-warblers-do-pink-1005070152.story#/features/glee-song-premiere-the-warblers-do-pink-1005070152.story"&gt;Glee - Raise Your Glass&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While i thought it was okay, I still feel like it is missing something. A certain spark. Its like they polished away all the rough edges, leaving it a softer song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P!nk sings from the heart. When she sings, you can feel it resonating with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P!nk is still the greatest!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-yNzwDkEdIu0/TX0beT45j2I/AAAAAAAAA_k/wLUKWd2DaZY/s1600/Beautiful+Pink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-yNzwDkEdIu0/TX0beT45j2I/AAAAAAAAA_k/wLUKWd2DaZY/s320/Beautiful+Pink.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-msZqRGs21lU/TX0bfkqC3vI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Lk-hh5sk-LY/s1600/Pnk%252Bcospinkexclusivepictures4lgn.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-msZqRGs21lU/TX0bfkqC3vI/AAAAAAAAA_o/Lk-hh5sk-LY/s320/Pnk%252Bcospinkexclusivepictures4lgn.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eP_AZzFYLB4/TX0bhi9jkZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/t359H_PHh0U/s1600/Pnk%252Bimnotdeadera.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eP_AZzFYLB4/TX0bhi9jkZI/AAAAAAAAA_s/t359H_PHh0U/s320/Pnk%252Bimnotdeadera.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Zltf9W_F9bo/TX0bj4zo7fI/AAAAAAAAA_w/2r4S4RhxVL0/s1600/Pnk%252Bnormal_003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Zltf9W_F9bo/TX0bj4zo7fI/AAAAAAAAA_w/2r4S4RhxVL0/s320/Pnk%252Bnormal_003.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PqRYnSCffLc/TX0b4ai88WI/AAAAAAAAA_8/nVqEp-AAVos/s1600/Pnk%252Bby%252BDeborah%252BAnderson.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-PqRYnSCffLc/TX0b4ai88WI/AAAAAAAAA_8/nVqEp-AAVos/s320/Pnk%252Bby%252BDeborah%252BAnderson.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LuAUduXmZis/TX0bsesOFCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/6i6qan8MkQ8/s1600/Pnk%252BRaiseYourGlass%252BPNG.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/3485268501048418099-2352727897235614706?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2352727897235614706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=2352727897235614706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2352727897235614706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2352727897235614706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/pnk-forever.html' title='P!nk Forever'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LuAUduXmZis/TX0bsesOFCI/AAAAAAAAA_4/6i6qan8MkQ8/s72-c/Pnk%252BRaiseYourGlass%252BPNG.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-2049703807719449225</id><published>2011-03-12T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T23:24:00.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Nemo</title><content type='html'>Recently, I found a movie I have not seen since I was a little kid. Its called Little Nemo: Adventures in Slumberland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be more than a little cheesy, but I still love the art, and it was fun to watch again after so many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I found the movie on YouTube, in its full completeness! I'm going to post it here. So if you have the time, pop some popcorn, and enjoy this very cheesy, well animated, horribly scripted movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/69637mM5-vM" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2JGoLA_P348" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Krve3mhW838" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lsDYtc_HakU?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Wtkkx_K6x-s?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mF3kufntdVA?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/sezXzFiXt_s?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RlcLNmbQnC4?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/P_t94JYvdGc?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IdVvO8qvtjE?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LTe2cISnU44?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DTXaUX8Ybkc?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kb72OqpP5q8?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/t8qawxEE7zU?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cGst4Qx_F_U?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z4EgkMzNBBA?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content"&gt;          &lt;div class="comment-text" dir="ltr"&gt;           Jazama Pajama Pajama Jazama&lt;br /&gt;Shimera Kazam Kimera Kazam&lt;br /&gt;Imeratazam Paja-Pajap&lt;br /&gt;Shazama Shazama Pajama Pajama&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/3485268501048418099-2049703807719449225?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2049703807719449225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=2049703807719449225' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2049703807719449225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2049703807719449225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-nemo.html' title='Little Nemo'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/69637mM5-vM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-3056340719413313</id><published>2011-03-10T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T23:58:46.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw for me</title><content type='html'>My friend RadenWA drew me a picture! I'm so way excited about this! I asked him months ago, to just draw a simple picture, of what it would be like if we meet. and this is what he drew:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bZ4b1XUk0dQ/TXnVfpnfW6I/AAAAAAAAA_g/XKkuCYiuHY0/s1600/Jacoby+and+Raden.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bZ4b1XUk0dQ/TXnVfpnfW6I/AAAAAAAAA_g/XKkuCYiuHY0/s640/Jacoby+and+Raden.png" width="347" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Isn't that just the coolest? I certainly thought it was! ^.^ and it actually looks like me! I'm not sure what he looks like though, but I'm sure its the same. he is a really good artist! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Raden! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-3056340719413313?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3056340719413313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=3056340719413313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3056340719413313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3056340719413313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/draw-for-me.html' title='Draw for me'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bZ4b1XUk0dQ/TXnVfpnfW6I/AAAAAAAAA_g/XKkuCYiuHY0/s72-c/Jacoby+and+Raden.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-5061394158752813974</id><published>2011-03-03T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T23:41:12.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last 4 Days</title><content type='html'>As some of you may have noticed, my updates are fewer and fewer. It may be because we are no longer next to the holiday gambit, where we go from Halloween to New Years; the time I seem to blog and be online the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, its because i have had the last 4 days off of work. I'm sure some of you are now going '&lt;i&gt;doesn't that mean you have more time online?&lt;/i&gt;' and while theoretically the answer could be '&lt;i&gt;yes&lt;/i&gt;', the answer is instead a resounding '&lt;i&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads to the age old question: &lt;i&gt;Why&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is indeed a good question. that answer of which, is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had 4 days off (in a row), what would you rather do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Stay home and cleaning your desperately messy room while YouTubing music and messing around with your Ipod, convinced you are doing this so you can get 'cleaning music'. All the while finding excuses to sit a for a spell, using whatever excuse you can. making it a very unproductive day because to be honest you really just wish you could use magic and make your room perfectly clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B) A friend calls you and says &lt;i&gt;'hey, we are having a birthday party for *insert name*, wanna come?&lt;/i&gt;' and you say 'well all im doing is &lt;strike&gt;procrastinating&lt;/strike&gt; cleaning my room, sure, I'd love to' and you instead ditch your room to hang out with real people, laugh, crack jokes, act silly, and bake an awesome cake. Then the next morning, your uncle asks if you want to come over and play some video games. You then end up staying there until the last day, watching movies, playing games, drinking copious amounts of Sunny-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I choose both. First, because I'm a rebel. and second, because I made the poll in the first place. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there you have it. my whole 4 days. I cleaned my room, hung out with friends for a birthday party. hung out with my uncle, played many many a video game. watched too many movies. drank too much soda. got not enough sleep. late nights, early mornings. messed up sleep schedule. permanent dazed expression. you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was over at my uncles house, we watched like a TON of movies. I'm going to list them all here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha and Omega&lt;br /&gt;Dead Snow&lt;br /&gt;Battle Royale&lt;br /&gt;Zombies of Mass Destruction&lt;br /&gt;I Sell the Dead&lt;br /&gt;How to Train your Dragon&lt;br /&gt;Battle Royale 2&lt;br /&gt;Sanctum&lt;br /&gt;Mad Money &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my quick review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alpha and Omega - Childrens movie, very cute. a lot better than I thought it would be. it gets a 9.5 out of 10 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LAqbh50aMFQ/TXCVu_qhrtI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/F9-LfzYfOdI/s1600/alphaandomega.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-LAqbh50aMFQ/TXCVu_qhrtI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/F9-LfzYfOdI/s320/alphaandomega.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Snow - A scary half comedy about Gold-hunting Nazi Zombies. It was only half funny. actually was scary. I don't recommend it. Like at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle Royale - Pretty good, reminded me of a certain book. I'm going to post a review of Battle Royale tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombies of Mass Destruction - A very good movie. It was a comedy zombie movie (if you can't tell, 50% of our movies we're zombie movies) I actually really loved it. Especially 2 of the main characters that were a gay couple. they were hilarious. I thought the movie was pretty good. I'd rate it 9 or 10. but again, it does have a lot of gore (for zombie movie directors feel every papercut should be a fountain of very fake blood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Sell the Dead - LAAAAAAAAAAME movie. We were told it was a comedy. it wasn't. it was boring. repetitive. dull. boring. repetitive. dull. boring. repetitive. dull. bori- okay, you get the point. It had an actor in it that i liked, since he was in LOST. but the movie fell flat. with only 1 or 2 parts that I actually laughed at. the rest of the movie being a yawnfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-asJpeDdhgOk/TXCVtPCfW9I/AAAAAAAAA_M/OAYZWQ5P-OQ/s1600/abc_lost_charlie640x480.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-asJpeDdhgOk/TXCVtPCfW9I/AAAAAAAAA_M/OAYZWQ5P-OQ/s1600/abc_lost_charlie640x480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Train Your Dragon - 10 of 10. seen it before. loved it before. still love it now. very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bFKPlqCtZlI/TXCVvTXKFDI/AAAAAAAAA_U/U6vQi-2XldU/s1600/How_to_train_your_dragon.jp-thumb-550x292-36087.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bFKPlqCtZlI/TXCVvTXKFDI/AAAAAAAAA_U/U6vQi-2XldU/s320/How_to_train_your_dragon.jp-thumb-550x292-36087.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle Royale 2 - didn't watch it very closely, i was too wrapped up playing a game at the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanctum - not scary. actually kinda boring. The previews made it look scary.....when it really wasn't. heres a preview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-sPMSiyLRDk?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mad Money - funny movie. I had actually seen part of this in Mongolia. It was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Kb6wE-_mkIM/TXCVwTE1qsI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/5py_ITYsaI8/s1600/mad_money.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Kb6wE-_mkIM/TXCVwTE1qsI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/5py_ITYsaI8/s320/mad_money.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we have video games. while there I played&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry Birds&lt;br /&gt;Portals&lt;br /&gt;Psyconauts&lt;br /&gt;some Elemental game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I had a ton of fun. Sorry I was gone. I'm feeling like cutting this off because I got distracted and now don't want to write a post anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-5061394158752813974?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5061394158752813974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=5061394158752813974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5061394158752813974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5061394158752813974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/last-4-days.html' title='The Last 4 Days'/><author><name>J.N. 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As everyone knows, P!nk is my hero, a female rock-star that will always have my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just couldn't believe the news ^.^ I thought I would share ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only downside? Its going to be sung by the Warblers. and unfortunately, i really don't like them. I think the show would be so much better if we weren't always cutting to their trivial dramas. Yes, I love Chris Colfer (Kurt). and I love to see what Kurt is doing. but honestly, I don't like the idea of him being with the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its obvious to me that Kurt is going to eventually go back to New Directions. Why else would the camera STILL be following him around? I mean, he is like the heart of Glee. But if he was really finished, the directors would have written him out a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have hope he is going to default back to New Directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets raise our glass everybody! P!nk's song Raise Your Glass will be on Glee! Yay! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CPaYM_hlDF0/TWtheTfcpFI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ddRTbSue5BM/s1600/Pnk%252B%252BFunhouse%252B2008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CPaYM_hlDF0/TWtheTfcpFI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/ddRTbSue5BM/s320/Pnk%252B%252BFunhouse%252B2008.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-3258451901967819140?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3258451901967819140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=3258451901967819140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3258451901967819140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3258451901967819140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/raise-your-glassagain.html' title='Raise Your Glass...again!!'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5Jc9f0CMGe0/TWthcLbbzBI/AAAAAAAAA6U/21QbvGrwNxw/s72-c/Pink.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8543344892240864819</id><published>2011-02-25T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T01:50:37.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Broken Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Destruction wrought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;A price untold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;A demon and a human soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chaos shrouds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;The open lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ink black skies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;And fireflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Escape these halls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;And tortured calls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shackled minds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;When time unwinds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Broken Hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seeks out power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;And from within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;The cracks begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Reality shatters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Light will scatter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Two worlds will merge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;And life is purged&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;From the terror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is the error&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of a demons trust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;A human’s lust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;A foolish plan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;And hourglass sand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;The fissures made&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;The price is paid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;The absence of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;A world undefined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8543344892240864819?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8543344892240864819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8543344892240864819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8543344892240864819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8543344892240864819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/broken-hour.html' title='The Broken Hour'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8307492708034160938</id><published>2011-02-16T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T13:24:43.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have your Email Address?</title><content type='html'>"Can I have your Email Address?" A phrase that is almost never used anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized the other day, that while communication is becoming Real Time, we are no longer experiencing the closeness we used to have when talking to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now days, when we find a friend, one of the things usually asked in a conversation is "Can I get your number?" We exchange numbers, then do nothing with them. Maybe texting when we need something. or just making small talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says "Wow! I don't know how we lived without cell phones! i bet no one ever talked to anyone else!" Yet back 7 years ago, before Cell Phones were common, you would ask your friend "Hey, can I have your Email Address?" Then you would send them a test email saying "Hey, this is Jacoby, just wanted to make sure I wrote it down right"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would lead to often huge huge conversations. You would always be able to write as much as you wanted, talk about everything and anything. Emails would very quickly go from being playful to deep and thoughtful. As opposed to a phones 160 character limit it places on every text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel text messages are just so shallow. There is not much real depth to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets talk about pre-email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember trying to call my best friend Andrew on his home line when I was in first grade. In those days the internet would take out the phone line if it was being used. So I almost never could get ahold of him through the phone. So we did the old fashion thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would actually talk to each other! *audience gasp* Yes, I know. On Thursday we would say "lets have a sleepover on Friday. We would go home, ask our parents, then come back the next day with the answers. We had to be diligent in remembering the dates of our hangouts. Those were the day when if you told a friend to meet you at the mall, and they were an hour late, you left without them. It meant they were not coming. They had forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at this time there were land lines, and there was email. and email does include Messenger. But as a little kid, you can't spell. So email is useless. and, well, the rule was no email until we were, i think, 12. and when you had parents using the internet for word, it was almost impossible to be able to use the land lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about this? We all have cell phones (generalization), yet it seems to me like people are not getting closer together but far apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny to me to think that back in the day when I was a kid, asking for an email  address was socially acceptable. While asking for your number was not. But now asking for your number is acceptable, while asking for  your email address is downright weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you think technology is going to improve in the future? Will we find something better than Text? I'm really big on the Hive-mind situation, where people become linked with electronics, and can send brain waves to other people. eventually I hope we will cut out electronics all together, and have a hive-mind where everyone knows what the other is thinking. everyone shares their knowledge, and everyone helps each other because you are everyone, and everyone is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats just a weird (awesome) theory of mine (and I love it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know your thoughts on the matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jacoby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8307492708034160938?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8307492708034160938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8307492708034160938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8307492708034160938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8307492708034160938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/can-i-have-your-email-address.html' title='Can I have your Email Address?'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-7502977937403704594</id><published>2011-02-14T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T09:15:11.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonely Hearts Day ^,~</title><content type='html'>I am not celebrating Valentines day. Because I don't have a Valentine to share it with. So instead I'm celebrating the Lonely Hearts Day ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone without a date goes to the mall and laughs at everyone walking by and holding hands.&lt;br /&gt;Telling yourself '&lt;i&gt;ha, I don't need that&lt;/i&gt;' while secretly inside you are going '&lt;i&gt;whhhhhhhhhhy!!! I want that so badly!!!!&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be a short post everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you I wish a happy Valentines Day if your in a relationship. and if your not, cherish your Lonely Heart. You only get &lt;b&gt;single status&lt;/b&gt; for so long in your life! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ru"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;до свидания! (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;do svidaniya&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ru"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;) (otherwise known as &lt;b&gt;goodbye&lt;/b&gt; in &lt;b&gt;Russian&lt;/b&gt;)(or that thing &lt;b&gt;Anastasia&lt;/b&gt; says to &lt;b&gt;Rasputan&lt;/b&gt; at the end of the movie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ru"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ru"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;~Jacoby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="short_text" id="result_box" lang="ru"&gt;&lt;span class="hps" title="Click for alternate translations"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-7502977937403704594?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7502977937403704594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7502977937403704594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7502977937403704594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7502977937403704594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/lonely-hearts-day.html' title='The Lonely Hearts Day ^,~'/><author><name>J.N. 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Like at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ran off in search of that perfect layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sifting through many images, I almost used this one. But it was really dark, and I decided against it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TVMRyQpsWRI/AAAAAAAAA6E/9sypB2KYGCg/s1600/fantasy_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TVMRyQpsWRI/AAAAAAAAA6E/9sypB2KYGCg/s320/fantasy_16.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I finally found it, the perfect one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TVMRuWl6IjI/AAAAAAAAA58/AJ_fTh687Xs/s1600/background33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TVMRuWl6IjI/AAAAAAAAA58/AJ_fTh687Xs/s320/background33.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was really kind of small. and didn't quite work. So I did what I did with &lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/09/brand-new-layout.html"&gt;This Layout&lt;/a&gt;. I remade it into a complete picture. So the final result was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TVMRv4_fO_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/IB-H53UtXkY/s1600/background44.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TVMRv4_fO_I/AAAAAAAAA6A/IB-H53UtXkY/s320/background44.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is how my blog looks now ^.^ Cool, aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TVMT5OEUNgI/AAAAAAAAA6M/N02ufJVXC7Q/s1600/blog15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TVMT5OEUNgI/AAAAAAAAA6M/N02ufJVXC7Q/s320/blog15.jpg" width="320" /&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/3485268501048418099-2875272955878074518?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2875272955878074518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=2875272955878074518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2875272955878074518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2875272955878074518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-star-is-limit.html' title='My star is the limit'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TVMRyQpsWRI/AAAAAAAAA6E/9sypB2KYGCg/s72-c/fantasy_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-5582272433414151915</id><published>2011-02-09T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:44:53.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I robbed a house. It was great!</title><content type='html'>I spent these last 3 days hanging out with my best friend Andrew. Of course going to Andrews means&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Video gaming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Movie watching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lots of ramen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pranks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Today I am only going to cover #4. Pranks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrews other roomate, David, had to work on Monday, one of the days I was over there. He didn't get back until 8:30. So we decided to play a prank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first (because it was storming so bad outside) we flipped off all the breakers and we were going to tell him the power went out. But I quickly came up with an even better idea. Something I have wanted to do for a loooooong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob a house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me, Andrew, and his girlfriend Amanda all tore through the house making massive mayhem and destruction. We knocked over bookshelves, we scattered books and dvds everywhere. we went through the closets pulling stuff out and tossing it on the floor. Basically, we made a HUGE mess.&lt;br /&gt;(as a note, we were actually really gentle. Its not like we wanted anything broken.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well around the time David was supposed to get home, we placed a video camera where we could catch his reaction to this disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got home he stepped in the doorway. turned off the lights. stopped. took off his glasses. put them back on. then whipped out his phone and called the cops. so of course Andrew and I jumped out laughing, and tried telling him it was all a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not amused. Like at all. He told us he was going to leave for an hour and take a walk. and when he got home, if the house wasn't picked up, he was going to shank us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he left, and we got it all mostly picked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, it was much fun! David thought it was funny, after everything had been picked up and he realized we had only made it &lt;i&gt;look &lt;/i&gt;like a mess. and to make it all better, we have it ALL on camera. us destroying it, his reaction, and us putting it back together again. So I am totally making a video of it ^.^ Its hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what has happened these past 3 days. I hope to have a completed movie to show you all in the near future ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-5582272433414151915?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5582272433414151915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=5582272433414151915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5582272433414151915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5582272433414151915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-robbed-house-it-was-great.html' title='I robbed a house. It was great!'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-6045647169041538400</id><published>2011-02-04T08:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:43:10.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vibe - Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PWh1TBruynk?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-6045647169041538400?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6045647169041538400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6045647169041538400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6045647169041538400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6045647169041538400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/vibe-finals.html' title='The Vibe - Finals'/><author><name>J.N. 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But hey, it was an easy free credit. Our teacher had just given us an assignment, and I hadn't started working on it yet. Not because it was too hard, but because it was too easy. I looked around the classroom at the others there. Everyone was in their own group, talking with friends, working on the assignment, or just messing around.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; I looked back to the empty paper and named and dated it. I started reading from the open book beside me. A soft quiet sound reached my ears. A muffled sob. I looked up and located the source of the noise. A girl siting ahead of me. I had seen her come in earlier and had noticed she was new, but I hadn't noticed that she was alone. As I watched, I noticed that she was crying, and was trying to hide it. I thought about it for a second before making a choice. I stood up, scooping all of my stuff into my arms, went around the table, and sat in the chair next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; She looked up at me and I spoke to her&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, how are you? Is everything okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I'm fine" she replied quietly.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you just start coming to this school? I haven't seen you before"&lt;br /&gt;"I just moved here with my family. Today is my first day...." She trailed off.&lt;br /&gt;"Thats pretty exciting! I remember when I first moved here, I didn't know anybody."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; She wiped away some of her tears with her sleeve and gave a hiccup. I noticed that room had gone silent, and everyone was watching what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not really sure what to do with this assignment" I said, gesturing to the book we were supposed to be reading, "but you know, I bet we could get it done a lot faster if we worked on it as a team."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; She smiled, "That would be cool"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;We spent the rest of the class talking and finding the answers in the workbook. By the end of the class she was smiling and laughing, her tears a million miles away. When the bell rang we both got up and handed in our assignment to a teacher that beamed us a smile. We gathered our stuff and left out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; "Thank you" she said, as we parted ways. and then she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Hey!" someone yelled into my ear as they put their arm around my shoulder, "Who's that?"&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Shes my new friend" I replied shrugging them off, "Her name is Tanisha"&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited! I can't even tell you! One of my old friends from highschool, Tanisha Belnap, is a finalist on the show Live to Dance! I am so excited for her! She was on at 7, her group, the Vibe, competed against 6 other groups! I am praying that she wins! I have texted every single friend on my phone, and talked to every single person I could get ahold of! I really hope she wins! That would be fantastic! If she does win, I'm totally getting her some flowers or something as a congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just way too exciting ^.^ I can't believe I can ever say that I knew her! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish her luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck Tanisha! !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(These are only the Semi-finals)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n_1h2vVr4pM" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-1411369374414987555?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1411369374414987555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=1411369374414987555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1411369374414987555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1411369374414987555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/tanisha-belnap-live-to-dance.html' title='Tanisha Belnap - Live To Dance'/><author><name>J.N. 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Glee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Feburary 6th prepare for the Sue Sylvester Bowl Shuffle! (Rumored to be one of the most expensive in Tv history)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two days later on Feburary 8th is Silly Love Songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Glee Episodes in 1 week! You should all be majorly thrilled!!! ^.^ I know I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-2034941191313179209?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2034941191313179209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=2034941191313179209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2034941191313179209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2034941191313179209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-glee.html' title='New Glee!'/><author><name>J.N. 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Listen to them and see if you can catch it&lt;br /&gt;(They are in the same order I heard them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b7xZFk7aCjk?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is one of the only Beatles songs I actually like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dFsFZitlM7k?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="255" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8v_4O44sfjM?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I absolutely &lt;i&gt;LOVE&lt;/i&gt; the background dancers in the second round of the chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you catch it? I noticed it during Fireflys. But when Christina Perri came on it became creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-3187890045681716893?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3187890045681716893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=3187890045681716893' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3187890045681716893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3187890045681716893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/eerie-connections.html' title='Eerie connections'/><author><name>J.N. 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I love your photoshoots! They always turn out so magical!!!&lt;br /&gt;(The green haired boy is Corbyn. Marys boyfriend.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-7567483610187203883?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7567483610187203883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7567483610187203883' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7567483610187203883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7567483610187203883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/marys-photoshoot.html' title='Mary&apos;s Photoshoot'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TUBjb0u_ysI/AAAAAAAAA3s/KC1xpiQkMik/s72-c/Badass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8032971993751060090</id><published>2011-01-25T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T14:02:55.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grimm's Fairy Tales Giveaway! (Because she loves us)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;To be honest, I have indeed heard of this fantastical book before! Its a:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1862272655"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;A &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1913&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;Color-illustrated &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;Rand McNally version of &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grimm's Fairy Tales&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;Illustrated by Hope Dunlap.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;If that isn't enough to get your Rarehunter senses tingling, then I don't know what is!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1862272631"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;Many of you know, that in games as well as in real life, I love finding and collecting rare, unusual, old, limited time, event only, items.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1862272627"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;A 1913 fairy tale book certainly falls under this category!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1862272621"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;I am here today to tell you *clears throat*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1862272617"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;That you have a chance to win it~!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1862272613"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;That is right! All you have to do is visit a certain blog and follow the instructions from there! ^.~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1635481323"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;Just click ANYWHERE on this blog post to find yourself at the BEST contest I have seen in 2 years!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1635481323"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://suzettesaxton.blogspot.com/2011/01/antique-grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway.html"&gt;Best of luck!&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/3485268501048418099-8032971993751060090?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8032971993751060090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8032971993751060090' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8032971993751060090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8032971993751060090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/grimms-fairy-tales-giveaway-because-she.html' title='Grimm&apos;s Fairy Tales Giveaway! (Because she loves us)'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-1442469462295810057</id><published>2011-01-21T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:57:00.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>F*ckin' Perfect</title><content type='html'>I have mentioned this numerous times, but I will say it again. There are two people in this world that have the biggest impact on my life. On the writing side is James Dashner. But on the musical side, its the most talented singer I will ever know - P!NK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has an unofficial list of things they want to do before they die. On the very top of my list, topping every exciting experience, every person I have ever wanted to meet, I want to be able to shake P!NK's hand and tell her how much she means to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During one of the darkest moments of my life, she found me. Her songs inspired me to be myself. and amidst tears and scars, I became myself. I realized that I have the power to be me. That I don't have to limit myself, I can do anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bCUYySfb12c?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Motorcycle's in the parking lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Revving their engines and it just won't stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Matches the noise screaming in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Houston, I think we got a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Where does everybody go when they go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;They go so fast, I don't think they know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;We hate so fast and we love too slow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;London, I think we got a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And when I think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I just can't think about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I try to drink about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I keep spinning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ave Mary A, where did you go? Where did you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;How did you know to get out of a world gone mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Help me, let go of the chaos around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The devil that hounds me, I need you to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Child, be still, child, be still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Broken hearts all around the spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I can't help thinking that we lost the plot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Suicide bomber and a student shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Tokyo, I think we got a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;But for that they have gotta pill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;If that don't kill you then the side effects will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;If we don't kill each other then the side effects will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Cape Town, I think we got a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ave Mary A, where did you go? Where did you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;How did you know to get out of a world gone mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Help me, let go of the chaos around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The devil that hounds me, I need you to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Child, be still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;If the darkest hour comes before the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Where is the light? Where is the light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;If the darkest hour comes before the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Where is the light? Where is the light?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Where is the light? Yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ave Mary A, where did you go? Where did you go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;How did you know to get out of a world gone mad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Help me, help me, let go of the chaos around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;The devil that hounds me, I need you to tell me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Child, be still, child, be still, child, be still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ave Mary A is the song that inspired me the most during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;When it was dark, and I was alone with only dark thoughts to keep me company, I would play her music. A final lifeline before I fell into insanity and did something I would surely regret.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was not for this one person, I would not be here today. I owe P!NK my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, when life is again getting confusing, I find myself want to fall back on old habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again I have have found the most comfort in a women who will never know I exist. Her new songs, Raise your glass, F*cking Perfect, Heartbreak Down.....They all mean so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In particular, like Ave Mary A meant so much a few months ago, her song F*cking Perfect has the most meaning to me right now. I've been playing it on repeat, listening to it. Drinking in the magic of her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night she released the music video for it. It has so many parallels to my own life. It means more to me than I think people will ever know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Fucking Perfect (Official Music Video)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Warning: This video DOES contain ideologically sensitive materials. I mean, just look at the title. So don't watch it if you get offended easy. Because to be honest, I don't really care. At the very least, skip the first 10 seconds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-57beb14354933333" 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://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57beb14354933333%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330366478%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37F684F4BF89B91FD70E1CA28520D0DF9CE55D0E.3D242DE7431E208C49CF14EC4801A76C49744D79%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57beb14354933333%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQnZn_nA3uc8szF7q6fIk-1OASO8&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://v15.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D57beb14354933333%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330366478%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D37F684F4BF89B91FD70E1CA28520D0DF9CE55D0E.3D242DE7431E208C49CF14EC4801A76C49744D79%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D57beb14354933333%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQnZn_nA3uc8szF7q6fIk-1OASO8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Made a wrong turn, once or twice &lt;br /&gt;Dug my way out, blood and fire &lt;br /&gt;Bad decisions, that's alright &lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my silly life &lt;br /&gt;Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood &lt;br /&gt;Miss 'No way, it's all good', it didn't slow me down &lt;br /&gt;Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated &lt;br /&gt;Look, I'm still around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect &lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing &lt;br /&gt;You're f*ckin' perfect to me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead &lt;br /&gt;So complicated, look happy, you'll make it! &lt;br /&gt;Filled with so much hatred...such a tired game &lt;br /&gt;It's enough! I've done all I can think of &lt;br /&gt;Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect &lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing &lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're f*ckin' perfect to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer &lt;br /&gt;So cool in line, and we try try try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time &lt;br /&gt;Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere &lt;br /&gt;They dont like my jeans, they don't get my hair &lt;br /&gt;Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time &lt;br /&gt;Why do we do that? Why do I do that?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I do that..? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby..! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel  &lt;br /&gt;Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect &lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel &lt;br /&gt;Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me &lt;br /&gt;You're perfect, you're perfect!  &lt;br /&gt;Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You're fuckin' perfect to me..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pink, thank you so much. You are my biggest hero, and I can't wait till the day I can tell you to your face that you inspire me every day of my life. If it was not for you, I don't know where I would be. But that doesn't matter, I am here today. and it is all because you you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-1442469462295810057?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1442469462295810057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1442469462295810057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/fcking-perfect.html' title='F*ckin&apos; Perfect'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bCUYySfb12c/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-1026376875245084894</id><published>2011-01-17T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T15:31:38.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad broken heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Sad broken heart let me come and dry your tears. Mend those wounds you hold so dear. The only reminder of a distant past where you were loved and beauty lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me whisper words in your ears. Let me tell you I’m still here.  Let me hold your hand, and let us race across the land. Let us adventure  where no ones been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sad  broken heart let me come and take you away. I know a place where you  can stay. Pure white clouds above a shore. You can stretch your wings  and finally soar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ll  fly far from your old scars. We’ll find peace and touch the stars.  Close your eyes and drift to dreams. Under night sky’s and moonbeams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sad broken heart let me be your knight. Let me be your guiding light. Let me show you your alive. That your heart has been revived.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll  be here forever. I’ll see you through your every endeavor. Leave your  sorrows and tears at last. For they have already become the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Perfect smiling heart let me be your friend. I will stay with you always, till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-1026376875245084894?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1026376875245084894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=1026376875245084894' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1026376875245084894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1026376875245084894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2011/01/sad-broken-heart_17.html' title='Sad broken heart'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-4051115410625541374</id><published>2010-12-31T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:22:44.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Years Resolution</title><content type='html'>This years revolutions to good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Simply this year, I want to find You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my New Years Resolutions. Yeah, A boring topic for most of you. So &lt;b&gt;all you impatient people can all just scroll down and read the bolded, highlighted, underlined, size 14 words and get a general picture of whats going on.&lt;/b&gt; For the rest of you more awesome people, ^.~ , read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I would like to say this: Every years since I was a little kid my parents would always have us write out our new years resolutions. So I'd sit there, pencil and paper in hand, and just write down all the 'good' stuff. I want to be nicer, I want to be taller, I really want this toy, ect. In the end, the list would look like a Christmas list/prayer. I never really understood what it was supposed to mean. I just did it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm older, and I have finally realized what a New Years Resolution is. It's a chance for self improvement. A chance to make yourself better in a year. 365 days of striving to be a better person than you were the year before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year is a chance to set new goals. Its a chance to start new projects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that there are 3 separate times when its the &lt;i&gt;best&lt;/i&gt; to start new goals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first is a Monday. Monday is the start of a new week, so its also the best time to start a new goal. Most of your Monday Goals are short term, that turn into long term. Like if you were going to quit smoking. Start on a Monday, see how it goes for a week, then start a new week. Mondays are great for starting goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next is the First of a month. Again, its because its the start of a new month. Which feels like the start of a new idea. I think the first of the month is the best time to start exercise programs. Because each month you can check your progress and see how well you did for 30 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the absolute best time to start a new goal, is the New Year. Literally, it is a new year. You suddenly find yourself on day 1. You have an entire year laid out before your eyes. A chance to do everything and anything you have ever wanted. The New Year is a chance to do something that will forever change your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I want to be a published author making a bazzilion dollars, world famous where everyone from that random kid on the street to Lady Gaga wants to talk to me. Now that is the absolute peak. The ending thats never there, but always strived for. I realize that it will be extremely difficult getting to that stage of popularity. But that doesn't mean I'm ever going to give up on it. As long as I believe I'm going to get there, it &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why, for this new year, I am going to put forth some real effort to change myself into a better person. Into someone I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have separated this list into 3 main goals, and 7 little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My 3 Core Goals&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Write:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I want to write at the very least 1 page a day. Because at the very least that is 365 pages written. Another step closer to &lt;strike&gt;world fame&lt;/strike&gt; being a &lt;strike&gt;world famous&lt;/strike&gt; published author. &lt;strike&gt;With world fame.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P90X:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt; P90X is a 90 day exercise program. 1 hour every day. The end result? A sexy toned body and a ton of self esteem! To be popular, you have to feel popular. This all starts with feeling good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Sugar:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Some people laugh. But I'm being serious. I have a friend who can't have any sugar. none at all. She is always watching what she eats, and whats in it. My curiosity about this lead me into much food related research. In the end, this was my finding: Did you know, that sugar is considered a drug? It has so few health benefits, and so many health problems, that the bad outweighs the good and its considered a drug. I mean look at it. Its highly addictive, and does so much harm! yet almost every single food we eat is laced with it! Even drinks! Sugar adds to weight gain, bad teeth, even bad bone structure! It has so many problem! But don't take my word for it, research it yourself. Decided for yourself. In the end, this is my decision, and I'm going to stick by it. No Sugar. Period. and especially no Soda!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;My 7 Sub Goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(I assigned each of them a day because its always fun to have structure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dance Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I want to be a better dancer. So I'm going to take dance classes, and devote an hour on Monday to dance practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Piano Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I want to be a better pianist. I'm going to take a piano class, devote an hour on Tuesday, and learn to read music and play better, faster, and cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cleaning Wednesday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I want to make sure that my room stays clean. I am going to use Wednesday to Tidy up my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sketch Thursday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I want to be a better artist. So I'll take a drawing class, and spend some time on Thursday sketching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friend Friday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I want to be better friends with the friends I have. that is why I will try and spend every Friday with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vocal Saturday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I want to be a better singer. Vocal lessons. Saturday will be for practice (though I sing everyday, so whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relaxing Sunday&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - I want to be more applicative to the world around me. and I want to be more relaxed. I'm going to work on letting go of stress. In the words of Dharma "Put it in a bubble, and blow it away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my New Years Resolutions. You may have your own. Ours might even be very similar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, this is what I want to work on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, in parting words, I would like to ask this: Could you please, in the comments, 'sign' your name saying that I have your support these goals? We would always pass around our lists, and have each other sign them, saying we would help them along and encourage them when times got hard. As this is digital, I feel a digital signature will work just as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone, and have a grand new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-4051115410625541374?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4051115410625541374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=4051115410625541374' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4051115410625541374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4051115410625541374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-new-years-resolution.html' title='My New Years Resolution'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-7706737127435369432</id><published>2010-12-30T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:01:00.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a psychoanalysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQhTPaKIOMI/AAAAAAAAA2U/WkhvluBeR0I/s1600/DSCF9886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQhTPaKIOMI/AAAAAAAAA2U/WkhvluBeR0I/s400/DSCF9886.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this picture make you think I'm weird? It was made from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - cinamon bears (feet)(except they had white chocolate on them. we make them and hand them out as gifts)&lt;br /&gt;2 - doughnut holes (body)&lt;br /&gt;2 - grapes (head)&lt;br /&gt;2 - dry spagetti noodles (arms, legs, neck, spears)&lt;br /&gt;1 - Pepperoni (blood)&lt;br /&gt;2 - icing tips (hats)&lt;br /&gt;4 - bits of gummy bears (hands)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a creative idea to use gummy bears as feet, and well, this is the end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its time for all you shrinks out there to tell me: What do you think I am trying to say with this scene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Also, If you haven't already, vote to the right! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-7706737127435369432?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7706737127435369432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7706737127435369432' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7706737127435369432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7706737127435369432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-for-psychoanalysis.html' title='Time for a psychoanalysis'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQhTPaKIOMI/AAAAAAAAA2U/WkhvluBeR0I/s72-c/DSCF9886.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-1088761458659265752</id><published>2010-12-25T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:24:01.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!! ^.^</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for this wonderful day! The bright white snow! A tree the glows! Gifts, friends, family ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all come together to create this one special day! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-1088761458659265752?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1088761458659265752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=1088761458659265752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1088761458659265752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1088761458659265752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!! ^.^'/><author><name>J.N. 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Woots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the bleach. Its really painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TROY0t1_pmI/AAAAAAAAA2w/dGgnCPdeMGk/s1600/121310132955.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TROY0t1_pmI/AAAAAAAAA2w/dGgnCPdeMGk/s320/121310132955.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is after the bleach. Its really...yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQ5cP_ZJmWI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Q4oBgBB-rmA/s1600/121310141917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQ5cP_ZJmWI/AAAAAAAAA2c/Q4oBgBB-rmA/s320/121310141917.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TROY1k3BkqI/AAAAAAAAA20/KszJZT4YZJM/s1600/121310142858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TROY1k3BkqI/AAAAAAAAA20/KszJZT4YZJM/s320/121310142858.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we bleached it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and It turned out to be this! Woots! White hair! ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQ5cQ4jUyiI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Q-wmxHAphLo/s1600/121510124622.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQ5cQ4jUyiI/AAAAAAAAA2k/Q-wmxHAphLo/s320/121510124622.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Which I have had before!) See?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TRRH5qLyMVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/JAOV9DyBwgk/s1600/Adriennesblanket.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TRRH5qLyMVI/AAAAAAAAA3I/JAOV9DyBwgk/s320/Adriennesblanket.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I decided to cut it off. Using P!NK as my inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TRRHXXow7RI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ZgPJ4q7DvbE/s1600/P%2521NK%2527s+Hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TRRHXXow7RI/AAAAAAAAA3E/ZgPJ4q7DvbE/s1600/P%2521NK%2527s+Hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chopped it off in a Pixie Cut. then dyed it Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it looks like this! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TROY3fJ8HFI/AAAAAAAAA28/SJ9F8_B-eUA/s1600/122010220319.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TROY3fJ8HFI/AAAAAAAAA28/SJ9F8_B-eUA/s320/122010220319.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if I like changing my hair like other people change clothes. It makes me who I am. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jacoby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8724110948776215902?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8724110948776215902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8724110948776215902' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8724110948776215902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8724110948776215902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/changing-color.html' title='Changing Color'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TROZWZoLfeI/AAAAAAAAA3A/znvozG3LqXs/s72-c/Measy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-2519182677792032680</id><published>2010-12-21T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T15:20:40.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Ms. Magenta Carmina Roberts</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TRE2IB7YG1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/ModX2pWA03Y/s1600/us.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TRE2IB7YG1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/ModX2pWA03Y/s320/us.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks Bettina, I'm so glad we are still friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Through thick and thin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Early mornings and late nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Breezy days and soaring kites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Story ideas, and enticing idyllic stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This doesn’t make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But neither do we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How could we still be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Such great friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still doesn’t make sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But what sense doesn’t it make?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This really doesn’t rythme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But neither do we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What if….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This was how it was meant to be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our story a confusing history&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All that matters now is the final result.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I’m glad I know you and I wouldn’t trade it for the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;This ones for you Bettina! ^.~ Its been 2 complete years since we met!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Your so sweet and just so true! ^.^ Bettina, your always you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(Response to her 2 posts - &lt;a href="http://magentacarmineroberts.blogspot.com/2010/12/silly-stuff.html"&gt;Silly Stuff&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://maggiespoetrycorner.blogspot.com/2010/12/for-my-best-friend.html?showComment=1292970456623_AIe9_BE4P3iIIi_MbBxxs-xys-Kl--QIuleSBFYBLU8flg4_OUcgcj0J5fUsbOIv-i9eRrkrjQwHXmoHyvmPSAF2YhKQAgOOokm0i9lkSbML1OXb7VWmIQnhILwpIU-xmRoE41cNr-npnoWm5iJdpLEQ5xjMkDMCxM5psm4GUlw3OPmBjBPSHGFjJcXoBFm3jrghMmU9RIhJbzLKP8DmCgvjdcXQ4wapy5BpsGk829hQq5YWPcaykoHtSQ1lMTUF9ImlslvECgr0KYv7XnzEqYP6hmrX86PTa3VA3gqT8FbcH855BbR8lJXWBsJCrux7qSeiV2wzdlq2Ik9bKz5jB3lC09_ai5l0YobAafgn311Z2REu4X62pSR19gjLguewclH5k0vOzn7wHDHCYyz9JWk57jag-lGBWt0vRtI-WxE8hrH8BX1kwoPIniyUMfSxOqk-W_wUIB8_2_Mc9LyNsan331dpRI0LxeBm4IShnPcx1SsHYzQdx67VEtrRQp1ZzLFHu002Y1tQwhPNjHZNUe21IRgaMVzceuspevhMRfa2i80wQvHTVJn-MWsPwUMAjiR3yh1a9I2JYgeFfXxwxizUF7pJAXac5qGZ-BCH0C6YlZupKSzxj2MizgjTzcspO2Tam-KsJY_4ZJ_foz15TuS68LvPRZGfTv6WPAtcB1TKqoHmN30zIaTv0mg3GhQvD9dj1FrJODtPYJxrkjpOkqpISZwcUXVlo04q5sfzXiQ9bl4yJbofZdHt2y9cu5yhQJREVAN01Fs_QG5zifmWtAs0iyXEhjoJUJ8J3k3JouDISvivJOAq5Mo#c7779296725585042054"&gt;For My Best Friend&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="180" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N2vEET8x1lo?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="200"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-2519182677792032680?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2519182677792032680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=2519182677792032680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2519182677792032680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2519182677792032680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-ms-magenta-carmina-roberts.html' title='Dear Ms. Magenta Carmina Roberts'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TRE2IB7YG1I/AAAAAAAAA2s/ModX2pWA03Y/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-6896812746752222672</id><published>2010-12-18T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T10:27:28.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 3.5 Obsessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQg1bNTl8QI/AAAAAAAAA2A/u_mJQtvFZaM/s1600/DSCF9881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="132" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQg1bNTl8QI/AAAAAAAAA2A/u_mJQtvFZaM/s320/DSCF9881.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the top shelf of my bookshelf. I only put the things that are of utmost importance to me on the top shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st) I am the biggest .hack fan you will ever know! I have read every book, seen every show, played every game, heard every song. I love it, from the awesome, the better, and the best!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are ever going to get into that series, start with the anime .hack//SIGNS. That was the very first .hack anything ever made. Then I would get into the first 4 PS2 games (Infection, Mutation, Outbreak, and Quarantine) From there you can really explore around as much as you want, read the other books, play the other games, watch the other shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5L9d3Z8-cQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f5L9d3Z8-cQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This universe DOES have an order it goes in, but as long as you have seen SIGNS, played the first set of the original games (the 4 I talked about earlier) and played the G.U. set, the rest is just very interesting background and side stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end .hack is the most complex universe I have ever encountered. Every single person is intricately connected to the next. Its amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd) My second obsession of course, is Glee. Whats not to love about a highly dramatized show about a highschool Glee club? Include good music, fun characters, and engaging plots and you have Glee. Oh, don't forget Chris Colfer. mmm boy hes HAWT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQg-f39mXbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/azuajIM7STo/s1600/COLFER02X390.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="233" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQg-f39mXbI/AAAAAAAAA2E/azuajIM7STo/s320/COLFER02X390.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd) James Dashner - James Dashner is my third obsession. Some of you sit back and wonder "Why is James Dashner your third obsession?" I am now going to tell you why the one and only James is my third obsession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQhClqBDCAI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Yf9DFbugxXM/s1600/23-James-Dashner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQhClqBDCAI/AAAAAAAAA2I/Yf9DFbugxXM/s320/23-James-Dashner.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter morning, 2004, my family went to my aunts house for Easter. We went egg hunting, and came back inside to find a basket for each one of us. Inside mine, next to some colored pencils, were the first 2 Jimmy Fincher books: A Door in the Woods, and A Gift of Ice. I read those within the week and thought they were pretty hot stuff! except the covers. I taped paper over them because I was embarrassed about the weird it looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later, I read the 3rd book (Tower of Air) when it came out. and Finally, a while later, I read the 4th and last book War of the Black Curtain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The War of the Black Curtain had the best ending of any book I have ever read in my entire life. Amen. The End. Don't dispute it. Lets move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This series had so much imagination! From the Shield, to the Gift of Ice, to the odd characters, and coooool places!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this story meant something much much more to me. After reading that series, I realized anything and everything is possible with writing. I started writing my own little stories, and I started dreaming about becoming a published author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because to be honest, James Dashner is my biggest hero. I admire him more than he will &lt;i&gt;EVER&lt;/i&gt; know. He is the one who inspired me to start writing. He is the reason this blog is in existence. I have met James Dashner on multiple occasions, and he is literally that nicest person I have ever known. He is genuine. he cares about his readers. He is funny, and he honestly wants to see you succeed with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Dasher, I am forever in your debt. You are the single and sole reason I decided to start writing in the first place. You are the biggest inspiration in my writing and my life, and the only hero I have ever had the pleasure of meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be your #1 fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jacoby Nielsen, Future Author&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQhC6bR2kGI/AAAAAAAAA2M/XbRyHnwbG78/s1600/Employee+Pictures+281.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQhC6bR2kGI/AAAAAAAAA2M/XbRyHnwbG78/s200/Employee+Pictures+281.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQhDLUj034I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/w4ncvt3Q-zA/s1600/aaajacoby.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQhDLUj034I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/w4ncvt3Q-zA/s200/aaajacoby.jpg" width="200" /&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/3485268501048418099-6896812746752222672?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6896812746752222672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6896812746752222672' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6896812746752222672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6896812746752222672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-35-obsessions.html' title='My 3.5 Obsessions'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQg1bNTl8QI/AAAAAAAAA2A/u_mJQtvFZaM/s72-c/DSCF9881.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-4205665177084442112</id><published>2010-12-17T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:01:00.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l6iiLQCqqsI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l6iiLQCqqsI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwSfQ1V7yf4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OwSfQ1V7yf4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS, I can't read sheet music &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please remember to vote on the left~! Just pick 10 that sound cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-4205665177084442112?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4205665177084442112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=4205665177084442112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4205665177084442112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4205665177084442112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-this.html' title='Whats this?'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-4243762644365557921</id><published>2010-12-16T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T11:01:00.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one is for you!</title><content type='html'>So, dear blog readers, I would like to know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you want for Christmas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it that you think would bring a smile to your face if it appeared under your tree mysteriously wrapped saying it was from &lt;strike&gt;God&lt;/strike&gt; Santa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it? Tell me in the comments! I want to know! ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQgdAJNK_TI/AAAAAAAAA18/YLziN9suaBw/s1600/christmas-presents.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQgdAJNK_TI/AAAAAAAAA18/YLziN9suaBw/s1600/christmas-presents.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please vote on the poll to the right! ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;(This song reminds me of Q) &lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Anne Little - Fly Me Away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="137" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMBFY_hrYWc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMBFY_hrYWc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="137"&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/3485268501048418099-4243762644365557921?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4243762644365557921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=4243762644365557921' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4243762644365557921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4243762644365557921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-one-is-for-you.html' title='This one is for you!'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQgdAJNK_TI/AAAAAAAAA18/YLziN9suaBw/s72-c/christmas-presents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-1538082604481662727</id><published>2010-12-15T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T12:01:00.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What story would like to hear about most?</title><content type='html'>So, with the last poll I found out this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQgU9ryRRjI/AAAAAAAAA14/cAe_Lknik7A/s1600/favorite+color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQgU9ryRRjI/AAAAAAAAA14/cAe_Lknik7A/s1600/favorite+color.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So you guys like Black and Yellow the best? That makes me think of a bumble bee....or a really ugly bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun, a little experiment. This one however is something I really do want input on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new poll up, Its multiple choice, but I'm asking if you please choose at least/most 10. I am going to narrow down the winners in a week, and then the winners from the next, until by new years I will have the project I will work on for the next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be helpful to me because I need to stop writing around, and actually stick with 1 project until its completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be much apriciated! So please please vote on the ones you think sound the coolest! Thank you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Glee Cast - Taking Chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4YxqFv9WNuM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4YxqFv9WNuM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&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/3485268501048418099-1538082604481662727?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1538082604481662727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=1538082604481662727' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1538082604481662727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1538082604481662727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-story-would-like-to-hear-about.html' title='What story would like to hear about most?'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQgU9ryRRjI/AAAAAAAAA14/cAe_Lknik7A/s72-c/favorite+color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-2969581430060037942</id><published>2010-12-14T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:39:29.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Christmas Tree?</title><content type='html'>So, I changed my blog layout from this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQf047qGFpI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CuRhayIzAPA/s1600/blog12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQf047qGFpI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CuRhayIzAPA/s320/blog12.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQgONQ5lSwI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pxokv8Q39_c/s1600/blog13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQgONQ5lSwI/AAAAAAAAA1w/pxokv8Q39_c/s320/blog13.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQf3DpEr8II/AAAAAAAAA1o/hvA9tyO3ISc/s1600/blog13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its simple, Christmasy, and doesn't look too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day&lt;br /&gt;(Warning: It is weird and may offensive to some people) &lt;br /&gt;---- &lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga - Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PolcJd2eh-w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PolcJd2eh-w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&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/3485268501048418099-2969581430060037942?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2969581430060037942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=2969581430060037942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2969581430060037942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2969581430060037942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-christmas-tree.html' title='Oh Christmas Tree?'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQf047qGFpI/AAAAAAAAA1g/CuRhayIzAPA/s72-c/blog12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-3262846502806324506</id><published>2010-12-10T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:29:21.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyage of the Burlesque Mall Treader</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was pretty exciting! ^.^ I got to hang out with my friend David. Right now he is going to collage, so I don't see him very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yesterday he came over and we decided to go to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Orem mall, and just walked around. We visited a few game stores, a music store, then just walked around till we got hungry and went to Arbys in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go to the Provo mall instead. So we went there, did the same thing, just looked at a bunch of awesome stuff. After a while we decided to go and see a movie. I swear Tron Legacy came out on the 7th! But I guess it doesn't come out till the 17th. So we saw Burlesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQJ_aR9sDVI/AAAAAAAAA1c/84kjsEL_3co/s1600/burlesque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQJ_aR9sDVI/AAAAAAAAA1c/84kjsEL_3co/s320/burlesque.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burlesque was actually pretty good. I LOVE musicals, and this one fits the musical persona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is no way to explain that movie without making it sound weird. So here is a trailer to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2r_8l1c2nQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p2r_8l1c2nQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we decided to see a different movie. The Warriors Way. That movie was so awfully boring that we walked out and got ticket exchanges. So we instead decided to see Narnia at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we waited and waited and waited.....and waited. then for good measure, we waited some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it was midnight! yay! We went in, got some good seats, and waited for the movie to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the previews we saw one for Transformers: Dark of the Moon. It actually looks REALLY interesting! yay! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a TON of looking, I finally found the trailer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qqeoyn58O4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6qqeoyn58O4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we saw Narnia. Sadly I have only ever read the first 2 of those books. So Prince Caspian. and Voyage of the Dawn Treader are totally new to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they are AWESOME! ^.^ Dawn Treader was really really good! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad we saw it....at midnight....I'm still tired! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wxfb1L-hMxU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wxfb1L-hMxU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&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/3485268501048418099-3262846502806324506?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3262846502806324506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=3262846502806324506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3262846502806324506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3262846502806324506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/voyage-of-burlesque-mall-treader.html' title='Voyage of the Burlesque Mall Treader'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQJ_aR9sDVI/AAAAAAAAA1c/84kjsEL_3co/s72-c/burlesque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-6157731765885136586</id><published>2010-12-09T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T10:05:55.485-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQEaS-Z-aWI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/t-u3QruB7zs/s1600/Measy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQEaS-Z-aWI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/t-u3QruB7zs/s400/Measy.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sEPLs_17Z_4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sEPLs_17Z_4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&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/3485268501048418099-6157731765885136586?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6157731765885136586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6157731765885136586' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6157731765885136586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6157731765885136586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/guess-who.html' title='Guess who'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TQEaS-Z-aWI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/t-u3QruB7zs/s72-c/Measy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8053767985753144519</id><published>2010-12-08T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:43:11.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You won’t die, for here we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Bright as light, we’re shooting stars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Race across the heavens sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Glittery glows in lovers eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Radiant gold, like crystal suns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our bright flare is now among&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Other souls, just like our fire,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With purest hearts and loves aspire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A response to the last line in my friends poem &lt;a href="http://nerdani.deviantart.com/art/Will-you-188656168?q=&amp;amp;qo="&gt;Will you...?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"If I die, will you live.....and not turn back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Part 1 - &lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will.html"&gt;I will....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8053767985753144519?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8053767985753144519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8053767985753144519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8053767985753144519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8053767985753144519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/shooting-stars.html' title='Shooting Stars'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-7191960022637885287</id><published>2010-12-08T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T08:54:17.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you wake up, I’ll be waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you walk, I’ll hold your hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you ask, I’ll tell the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you bleed, I’ll cry for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you cry, I’ll dry those tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you’re blind, I’ll be your guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you’re cold, I’ll hold you closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you’re my day, I’ll be your sunrise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you fall, I won’t let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When your lonely, I’ll come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When you’re my love, I’ll be yours too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friend wrote a poem, this was my response to it. (&lt;a href="http://nerdani.deviantart.com/art/Will-you-188656168?q=&amp;amp;qo="&gt;His poem here - Will you....?&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Part 2 - &lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/shooting-stars.html"&gt;Shooting Stars&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/3485268501048418099-7191960022637885287?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7191960022637885287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7191960022637885287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7191960022637885287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7191960022637885287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-will.html' title='I will....'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-4318225932222550477</id><published>2010-12-05T11:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T11:40:39.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw With Me</title><content type='html'>This is one of the coolest, sweetest, saddest little clip I have ever seen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separated by an unbreakable wall of glass.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRkgH7Uu-hA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRkgH7Uu-hA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&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/3485268501048418099-4318225932222550477?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4318225932222550477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=4318225932222550477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4318225932222550477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4318225932222550477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/draw-with-me.html' title='Draw With Me'/><author><name>J.N. 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This is the third, Moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TPqCvC-euSI/AAAAAAAAA1U/BcrVv-5tIr8/s1600/moving-truck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TPqCvC-euSI/AAAAAAAAA1U/BcrVv-5tIr8/s320/moving-truck.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given this much thought, and planning with friends, so here is my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea started with Wal-mart. After you work there for 6 months, you can request a transfer to a Wal-mart anywhere else in America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan is this: I wanted to move from place to place every 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I'm pretty trapped in Utah. While I love it here, love the mountains, the people, how beautiful it is, I still feel that I am missing out on the rest of the world. I want to see New York's towering skyscrapers, Florida's beautiful bright sunshine weather, go back and see more of Washington's gorgeous trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to experience life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet all its glories with open arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, everyone wants an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, every single person I have ever told this plan has at least one idea that almost shoots it down. There is always another obstacle to overcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainly, the two biggest problems I could see were these&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) It would be really really lonely. Because I would make friends, then leave them, just to do it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Finding places to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have found 2 fixes for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix 1) I get a traveling companion. While I have had 2 takers, both of them are in collage and don't want to leave until they are graduated in 2 years. I refuse to wait 2 entire years! But that's not that big of a problem really, there are some other people that say that would be fun enough that they would go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fix 2) This is really an awful fix, but whateva. A friend suggested getting a *shudder* house-car-thingy. While those really aren't that bad, it totally isn't my idea of an awesome time. I would personally rather move into a new apartment every time, because part of the adventure would be a new home every 6 months! Living in a house-car would defeat that purpose. but if it came down to it, it would work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course doing this would take major planning! I've planned a lot of it, but still, there is a lot more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now this is still an idea. A Project. and I may never do it, but it sure would be fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the best part, I would write my heart out while traveling. Imagine all the inspiration, new places to see, new people, new personalities and customs! It would totally help me with my goal to be a published Author! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, for all of you that might be worried, its just an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, Project 3: The Move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Britney Spears - Circus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVhJ_A8XUgc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVhJ_A8XUgc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that this video alone has 64 Million views? That is just one of her songs. She is arguably the most popular pop star in history. Long live Britney Spears - Queen of Pop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-3166683687598629630?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3166683687598629630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=3166683687598629630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3166683687598629630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3166683687598629630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/project-3-move.html' title='Project 3: The Move'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TPqCvC-euSI/AAAAAAAAA1U/BcrVv-5tIr8/s72-c/moving-truck.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-6055203656398043914</id><published>2010-12-02T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T12:00:01.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't I Cry?</title><content type='html'>I don't understand. I used to cry over everything. Even just making eye contact with an adult was cause for my eyes to water up to the point of almost crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's been 2 years since I really had a good cry. I had a spell back in May when I left my best friend Andrew. Where right as I was leaving I burst out crying. That was the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pressure in my heart, and I know that crying will take it all away from me. But it isn't working. No matter what happens, Ripping up another friendship, seeing a sad movie, reading a sad book, listening to a sad song. No matter what I can't cry. Sometimes I can feel the tears start to come, they seem to just stay where can't reach them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to cry so easily. It was a release. I felt better afterwards. I remember crying in class because my friend Ashley said that her and Andrew had a secret that I didn't know about (7th grade). I remember crying in my room because of something my mom said. I remember looking into the eyes of my teachers and feeling my eyes well up. Or standing in front of a class giving a report, I was always on the verge of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has changed? Have I put up a mental barrier? Does something in my mind tell me that crying is weak? That I shouldn't do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Years ago coincides with something that happened around that time. My journal gives me the date January 27 2009. Something that was completely life changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I just don't cry. I can only remember two times after that. When Suhei was mean to me at work. and the day I moved out of Andrews house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I am broken......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you cry?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-6055203656398043914?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6055203656398043914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6055203656398043914' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6055203656398043914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6055203656398043914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/why-cant-i-cry.html' title='Why Can&apos;t I Cry?'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-823564016623079960</id><published>2010-12-01T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T13:17:53.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee 2:9 - Special Education</title><content type='html'>This episode went by really fast, and honestly didn't really catch my attention that much. I have a few comments (Short for one in my life!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st) I really liked seeing Kurt and Rachel talking to each other like normal people. There wasn't that hate vibe between them that you have seen throughout the series. Rachels character is seeing some development ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd) I'm getting really tired of Will. He lost his cool like 3 times in this episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd) Good job for you Emma. Wait? Did I just say good job? Scratch that. What were you thinking!?!?! This is to the writers, not Emma. You guys decided to just marry her off? You don't even give an explanation or anything! Its just BAM, I'm married. That was some pretty poor writing on your part. Please, just step it up, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th) The whole Rachel/Finn thing is starting to get on my nerves. Finns dumping her was uncalled for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th) I give Puck two thumbs up since he said he would not hurt Finn again like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th) Rachels comment of Sam/Quinn being Ken/Barbie was actually pretty funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th) I can't wait for Kurt to default back to New Directions. But something tells me that might not be for a LONG while. Like maybe even season 3. But you never know, they could pull out some surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) There was no Beiste or Sue in this episode. Kind of sad since I wanted to know what Sue has been doing since resigning as principle. Then again that leads back to Figgins. What is he doing now also?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode gets a 8/10. or a B+. It wasn't horrible, but it wasn't memorable either. It was just there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time with A Very Glee Christmas! ^.~ The songs to that one were leaked a very long time ago, so go ahead and find them on Youtube! ^.^ I particularly like the one with Darren Criss (Blaine) and Chris Colfer (Kurt) singing the duet song Baby It's Cold Outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB_-GAsIhdM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iB_-GAsIhdM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is your preview for the next episode! ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvZSvO2dVEU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QvZSvO2dVEU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too bad that the next episode ** *** **** *** ***** ******** *****.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-823564016623079960?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/823564016623079960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=823564016623079960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/823564016623079960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/823564016623079960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/glee-29-special-education.html' title='Glee 2:9 - Special Education'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-1709153320828533151</id><published>2010-11-30T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T12:00:02.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you now?</title><content type='html'>I would like to dedicate this post to friends. At least to past friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a bunch of people that I was really good friends with growing up. You know? Every single grade had people coming and going. I have kept in contact with almost everyone I used to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some of them have slipped through the cracks...... There are a few that I have been looking for, for a while now, with no luck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon - In 5th Grade one of my best friends in that class was a boy named Simon. I don't remember what his last name is, unfortunately. During recess we would 'play' Dragonball Z. Our group of about 6 boys would all take on a roll from the show (Around the Tournament before Buu for those that know DBZ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, well anyways, me and Simon would always be Goten and Trunks from the show. In the show they were best friends, alot like how we were. (I was always Goten, the kid with black hair. He was always Trunks, the kid with purple hair)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOrU3UUk1bI/AAAAAAAAA1I/hUCRhGtUGMQ/s1600/Trunks+and+Goten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOrU3UUk1bI/AAAAAAAAA1I/hUCRhGtUGMQ/s200/Trunks+and+Goten.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOrU4cpD3aI/AAAAAAAAA1M/_MZbVtfZrnc/s1600/Trunks+and+Goten2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOrU4cpD3aI/AAAAAAAAA1M/_MZbVtfZrnc/s200/Trunks+and+Goten2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOrU6uUC_tI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GaKQnnAgkaM/s1600/Trunks+and+Goten3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOrU6uUC_tI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/GaKQnnAgkaM/s200/Trunks+and+Goten3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Near the end of 5th grade, Simon was going move away. We were going to hang out one last time before then. I remember the day so clearly....I was so excited for it! I waited and waited, and right before 3:00 came around, me and a brother got in a fight. I was told I couldn't go. 5 minutes later he showed up and while feeling like I was going to cry I told him I got in trouble and couldn't hang out with him. I watched him get back in his familys old truck, and drive away.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the last time I ever saw him........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking for Simon ever since. But I have not heard a single thing about him....even if I could just know his last name, I would do &lt;i&gt;anything &lt;/i&gt;to find him. He meant something really special to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to include the names of everyone else I'm looking for, but for now I'm going to have to save them for another day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-1709153320828533151?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1709153320828533151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=1709153320828533151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1709153320828533151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/1709153320828533151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/where-are-you-now.html' title='Where are you now?'/><author><name>J.N. 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I worked a 9 hour shift that day, and it was a madhouse!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagine a TON of people, in one store, all fighting over the same TV/DVD player combo. or a laptop. or a video game. or whatever catches their interest. No joke, this is how Black Friday went. (Phone rings are people calling the store. everyone else is a costumer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hey, excuse me-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;can you help m-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Where are your-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;are you sold out of the-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my purse is miss-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone rings* do you still have-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;have you seen my child-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;STOP LOOKING THROUGH MY CART-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone rings* hello? I've called 3 times-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;will this price go down anymore-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i need some socks-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i need a jacket-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone rings* Electronics please-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;where are the strawberries-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone rings* I need electronics-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;does this ad really mean-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone rings* Transfer me to electronics!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*display knocked over*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;looks like clean up on isle-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;wow dude, how did you manage-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;im so glad i don't have to clean that-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone ringing* electronics-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;why isnt-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;where is-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;how-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*carts crashing together*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;get out of my way!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;screw you!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*children crying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wanted the-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;theres no more-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i don't want-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone rings* do you still have your-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hey, you-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;listen closely-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*another display knocked over*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;haha sorry dude-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;pick that up! I cant move my cart!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;i can tell you where to stick your cart!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*censored for small children*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*more censoring*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*rude hand gesture*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;get outta my way!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone rings* i need a-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone rings* and a-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone rings* this is me again-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone rings* still have-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;why in the-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I know you have more in the back!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Go get some!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;take me to the-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;will you tell that person-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The child just-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;can i just take this?-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*phone rings* I have called like 7 times!-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*check clock*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*only 15 minutes have passed*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*sigh* only 8.45 hours left.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much 15 minutes of that day. There were things being knocked over, purses being stolen, children going missing, items being stolen, the phone ringing off the hook on all 8 lines. people swearing at each other. arguments breaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still the most annoying thing EVER is the phone calls! Come on people! If you want to shop on Black Friday how about you just come in and check for yourself. We are not magic, if you ask us a price we do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and NO. we do NOT have it in the back. We are not secretly holding out on you for kicks and giggles. Every single thing we have is already on the sales floor!!!!!!!! EVERY. SINGLE. THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and stop calling. Really. its annoying. if you want that Lego set, come in and find it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Friday was the LONGEST day of my life. well, my working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Crazy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_gpzWJeEH8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k_gpzWJeEH8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A pretty cool music vid. Advent Children totally rocks!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-2753106844672837211?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2753106844672837211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=2753106844672837211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2753106844672837211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2753106844672837211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-7665846150804959901</id><published>2010-11-25T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:32:14.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanks-Turkey Day</title><content type='html'>Yeah, you all knew this was coming. I mean, its a staple of most holidays to post something about it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Happy ThanksTurkey Day!!! I'm going to list 10 things of the top of my head that I am thankful for. But Its not going to be family, or friends, or food. Of course I am thankful for those!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the Sky, and Clouds. Warm sunshine, new underwear. I'm thankful for sandy beaches, and the odd miracle we call Rain. I'm grateful for music. Definitely Music. Must makes my day brighter, it sets my mood, and its amazing. I'm thankful for the hottest man on earth - Chris Colfer. (I can say him because he isn't family, or really even a friend....yet) Chris Colfer is an inspiration to me, and someone I look up to alot! Also, hes totally talented! Lets see, that list makes 8. 2 more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for books and authors! Both of which are always amazing!!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my short weird Thanksgiving post! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really am grateful for friends and family ^.^ You guys all rock! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jacoby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-7665846150804959901?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7665846150804959901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7665846150804959901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7665846150804959901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7665846150804959901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanks-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Thanks-Turkey Day'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8509634362976624542</id><published>2010-11-24T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:57:22.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee 2:8 - Furt</title><content type='html'>Wow. This episode was the best episode I have seen in the entire series of Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot about this episode I was impressed about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was very impressed by New Directions closeness with each other. They are all so close. Best friends. I was so proud of them that they would stand up to Karofsky. It was so awesome to see them all team up and tell him to back off Kurt. Especially Mike and Sam. Well, and Artie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leads up to point Two. I was so very extremely impressed with Sue Sylvester in this episode! She actually cared, and listened, and promised to do whatever it took to stop the bullying. Even resigning so she could be back out in the halls. Sue has shown a caring side of her in this episode that is just astounding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode saw a lot of character development! It was so impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, the wedding of Burt and Carole was absolutely beautiful! I loved the Glee cast singing &lt;i&gt;Marry You&lt;/i&gt; by Bruno Mars. I've been listening to it on repeat. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aNiI1lnecGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aNiI1lnecGQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really liked their rendition of &lt;i&gt;Just The Way You Are&lt;/i&gt; (also by Bruno Mars). That song means something a bit more special to me since a &lt;a href="http://magentacarmineroberts.blogspot.com/"&gt;girl-friend&lt;/a&gt; of mine says it reminds her of me. ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJTBw4v8dlc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PJTBw4v8dlc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was so sweet of Finn to dedicate it to Kurt. and to dance with  him. I felt like crying at this scene. It was just so touching to me.&lt;br /&gt;Continuing, I actually really liked Sues dress for her own wedding. It was just so Sue. and it really was beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sue had exponential character growth in this episode. It doesn't mean I expect her to be a nice person from now on. But it shows that she is smart and knows when its time to get serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one big problem I had with Furt. and that was the fact that Kurt left New Directions in the end. I felt it was a huge slap in the face to everyone that helped him out. I felt if he had stayed, they would have become an even closer group. Standing up for each other is the best way to build trust and friendship. Also, I felt even though Karofsky was coming back, he would know not to pick on Kurt. He has just gotten both expelled, and he fought with most of the Glee guys. Without a doubt he would know to leave Kurt well alone. With Kurt leaving it tears a huge hole in the Glee clubs 'family', while also tells Karofsky that he is still the top dog, even though he knows that the Glee club is a powerhouse that could bring him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in the end this episode is literally my most favorite out of the entire series. Its predecessor being Preggers since I liked to see Chris dancing the &lt;i&gt;Single Ladies&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well rounded, sweet, and full of good emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan Murphy, you outdid yourself with this script! and Carol Banker, it was directed beautifully. A+ on both of your report cards! You should be proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you all next week with the episode mark Special Education! It's going to be a musical explosion with a confirmed 7 songs being sung! The highlights of which are &lt;i&gt;Don't Cry for Me Argentina&lt;/i&gt; being sung by both Kurt and Rachel in a fashion I think is going to be like &lt;i&gt;Defying Gravity&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;(I've Had) The Time of My Life&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Hey, Soul Sister&lt;/i&gt; being sung by Blaine! Also, &lt;i&gt;Valerie&lt;/i&gt; being sung by Santana. ^.~ Enjoy the sneak peak! Lastly, &lt;i&gt;Dog Days Are Over&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MUbnDqDsiw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MUbnDqDsiw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7q_OFjD7gA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s7q_OFjD7gA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAAAAAAAATER all you awesome peoples you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jacoby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8509634362976624542?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8509634362976624542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8509634362976624542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8509634362976624542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8509634362976624542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/glee-28-furt.html' title='Glee 2:8 - Furt'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8473039396745088269</id><published>2010-11-21T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T11:31:51.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I've Been Working On</title><content type='html'>I realize I have posted every day this week! That must be a new record or something, since I don't plan it or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have been working on making "Pages" for my blog. Just some things for fun. So you might notice just under the Header, there are 4 Tabs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOlxwOwChtI/AAAAAAAAA04/RyEjycgBM0k/s1600/blogtester.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOlxwOwChtI/AAAAAAAAA04/RyEjycgBM0k/s320/blogtester.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Author Gossip&lt;/a&gt; - Just the main page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/p/past-layouts.html"&gt;Past Layouts&lt;/a&gt; - Since 08 I have started taking screen shots of my layouts. I have finally compiled them all for your amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/p/current-projects.html"&gt;Current Projects&lt;/a&gt; - Under construction right now, as I don't have enough time to give them all a teaser. But still, some of the names are cool ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/p/poems.html"&gt;Poems&lt;/a&gt; - I have written so many, I thought it would be fun to have a link to them all in the same place. Its fun to look back ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, today is the &lt;i&gt;first &lt;/i&gt;Sunday I have had off since working at Wal-mart! So I actually get to spend it with my family ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Also, Did you guys see the poll in the sidebar? I think its pretty awesome! ^.^ Right now the "Colors" question is just there for show. I'm actually going to have some serious ones in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8473039396745088269?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8473039396745088269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8473039396745088269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8473039396745088269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8473039396745088269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-ive-been-working-on.html' title='What I&apos;ve Been Working On'/><author><name>J.N. 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Muhahaha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOgnZIUnXzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/oh2hAkk9bG4/s1600/Living_Spirit_Background_by_ElConsigliere.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOgnZIUnXzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/oh2hAkk9bG4/s320/Living_Spirit_Background_by_ElConsigliere.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeehaaaaa! I'm so excited its hard to put it into words!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to reverse most of the 'harm' I inflicted on my blog when I made the background invisible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this I was able to finally post the Halloween theme I wanted! ^.^ Yeah! Party!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is STILL my most favorite holiday ever! "We'll celebrate Halloween on Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, thats what I'm going to do ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go! he original image is pretty cool ^.~ Aye?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I got this finished in time! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya all later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nHQaUTSFPNA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nHQaUTSFPNA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&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/3485268501048418099-6627297065439076010?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6627297065439076010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6627297065439076010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6627297065439076010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6627297065439076010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-is-here-again-muhahaha.html' title='Halloween Is Here Again! 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Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOgnZIUnXzI/AAAAAAAAAx8/oh2hAkk9bG4/s72-c/Living_Spirit_Background_by_ElConsigliere.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-5030307725664970238</id><published>2010-11-19T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T12:47:17.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TObiTG-8QtI/AAAAAAAAAx4/uRToVMHkWtM/s1600/Swedish_Deathly_Hallows_cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TObiTG-8QtI/AAAAAAAAAx4/uRToVMHkWtM/s320/Swedish_Deathly_Hallows_cover.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows was one of the best movies I have seen all year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously it was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the Locket scene, when Ron has to destroy it while facing his worst fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the ministry scene! Ron really has become the comic relief, and his role in this movie was very funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also really liked the Godrics Hollow scene. It was very well played out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don't want to say too much because I don't want to ruin it for anyone out there. But it was very very good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Bellatrix is still one of the best villains EVER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, there was a rumor flying around that there was a 'nude scene' where Harry and Hermione danced together. Totally a lie people! I bet someone put that up on facebook for a laugh and had it expand into something HUGE. Because it is TOTALLY not real. Never happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-5030307725664970238?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5030307725664970238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=5030307725664970238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5030307725664970238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5030307725664970238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-and-deathly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TObiTG-8QtI/AAAAAAAAAx4/uRToVMHkWtM/s72-c/Swedish_Deathly_Hallows_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-4414911689300132574</id><published>2010-11-18T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T11:44:18.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen</title><content type='html'>I saw the movie Frozen last night. It. Was. Awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't see it. I think it has officially become my number 1 hated movie ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just very long, very repetitive. and someone got eaten by wolves O.o, after that scene I was like "okay, I'm done" and we watched the rest of the movie on fast forward. It was just one of those movies where you walk away feeling dirty inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T SEE IT!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will give them some credit, the cover looked cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOV-Zzo12wI/AAAAAAAAAx0/7Vv8ZURcAZs/s1600/frozen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOV-Zzo12wI/AAAAAAAAAx0/7Vv8ZURcAZs/s320/frozen.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other gleek news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furt will feature Just The Way You Are and Marry You by Bruno Mars. Its hasn't been announced who is singing it, as its VERY under wraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they have announced that in Episode 11 (Unnamed for now) They are going to have a Micheal Jackson Thriller mashup with another (unnanounced) song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another song by Katy Perry! and a song by the Black Eyed Peas! (Please be I Gotta Feeling!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in Episode 9 (Special Education) Kurt will be singing Don't Cry For Me Argentina. Something I'm really looking forward too! But then again, Rachel Berry is also, so maybe its going to be like the Defying Gravity song! Where they are both competing! This time I bet he will win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I look forward to all of these songs! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember, &lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;DON'T SEE FROZEN!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/go8ABAkQcfk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/go8ABAkQcfk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can play this on the piano! ^.^&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-4414911689300132574?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4414911689300132574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=4414911689300132574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4414911689300132574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4414911689300132574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/frozen.html' title='Frozen'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TOV-Zzo12wI/AAAAAAAAAx0/7Vv8ZURcAZs/s72-c/frozen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-804731550740181630</id><published>2010-11-17T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:21:40.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee 2:7 - The Substitute</title><content type='html'>I don't have much to day about this episode. Either my infatuation with it is ending, or their writing is starting to stagnate.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking its the second option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode featured a well known (i guess) singer. Who honestly, for how well she is supposedly known, I actually don't know her. But it really doesn't matter, she has a very fun personality, and I'm already a fan of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Wait, I figured out where I have seen her before. She is Pepper off of Ironman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode was about, well, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A strain of some sickness breaks out accross the school and Mr. Figgins the principle gets sick and leaves Sue as the new principle. Then Will gets sick leaving Holly Holiday in charge of his spanish class and by associations, the Glee club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit, the little glee kids were SO cute! I remember watching something about them on Hulu, and they were just too adorable! So that gets an A+ on the creative scale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Terrys advances are still coming across a little bit too creepy for my taste. Relationships in this show are totally unreal. After getting a divorce, Will is the only one acting NORMAL in that situation. Terry keeps trying to get him back. But to what end? If she were to get him back, then what? Suddenly their married again and she would be totally happy? Yeah. There is no end goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now Sue has complete power, and what does she use it for? To take away tatter tots from school lunches? Wow Sue, that sure is a mastermind plan! Makes me wonder if you came up with it yourself, or if you had some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally lame! Come on guys! This is Sue!!! She has become the new Chuck Norris and your making her take away tatter tots? Introduce something dangerously crazy! Like having the school suddenly become like a prison. Change the name of the school. Build a giant statue of yourself. Become the next Umbridge! Make your own 'educational decrees'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This episode surprisingly did not feature Emma in it. Which was very surprising to me, with her germaphobe self she would fit in at least SOMEWHERE even just a side joke. But knowing you guys by now, on the next episode she might say something like she hid in her house all week to avoid it or something like that. or maybe Carls house. Who knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the whole Kurt/Blaine thing has just become a dead weight. I'm sorry, but that is NOT how dates go. EVER. We do not talk about things like that. We are just like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this is an example on how Glee takes things to their upmost extreme. Lets just take a look all the extreme stereotypes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have Kurt who is so totally flamingly gay that your surprised the people next to him don't erupt in a homo'tastic fire of fabulous proportions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have the bully, who is just the poster child of a prick. He shoves people, yells at them. oh, and he is secretly insecure once you make it through the miles of gruff thick skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have Santana, a girl whos a hoe and puts out for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to Racheal, a girl who never puts out even after dating someone for like a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britteny is the "Blond" of the show, acting totally and completely mental. But I will forgive them of this stereotype, as she is absolutely hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puck the Rude buff jock/punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn the nice jock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artie the Cripple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mercedes is the 'black' one of the group. Who is always fashionable in a 'black' sort of way. and likes fried foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina the emo/oddball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course Quinn, the head cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are all stereotypes taken to the extreme extreme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, back to The Substitute. I'd give it a solid B. It didn't really hold my attention. it added a new character and a new plot twist....but both were very weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will however say I liked the Singing in the Rain/Umbrella mash-up. It was pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the 23rd! with the episode: Furt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SfShwvwrXQI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SfShwvwrXQI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&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/3485268501048418099-804731550740181630?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/804731550740181630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=804731550740181630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/804731550740181630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/804731550740181630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/glee-27-substitute.html' title='Glee 2:7 - The Substitute'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-6043932441979873485</id><published>2010-11-16T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:09:39.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P90X</title><content type='html'>So, a few days ago I mentioned that I was working on 3 projects. Well here is project 2: P90X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you, especially you that know me in real life, know that I'm like ultra conscious about how I look! I grew up being called Fat. and because of that, I actually have a pretty low self-esteem in that area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to be skinny, as I was indeed a bit bigger back then. But living in Provo, then Mongolia, and back in Provo again (But not Spanish Fork, as that all seemed to be soda and junk food) actually made me loose a bit of weight, and look a TON skinnier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol, weight is very embarressing, but I really don't care, so I will tell you anyways. Before when I lived in Salem I was about 190. While the BMI chart said that was normal, I never felt that was normal! I always felt FAAAAAAAAT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those 3 months in Provo, I went down to 180. I felt skinnier, and I looked it too. But still, 180 was NOT skinny enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those 3 months in Mongolia I dropped HUGE 30lbs to become 150lbs! I have stayed around this weight ever since. and to be honest, I'm perfectly happy with this. 150 for a guy is not bad, in fact its pretty good! I look and feel a TON skinnier! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it really isn't enough. I'm not going to feel good about myself until I am Perfect. So, after lots of researching, I've decided to give P90X a try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really want to bulk up, I just want to get toned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still. This is going to be like WAY hard work! Every single day, for 90 days, I will be working out insanely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, in the end, I think it should be worth it. When I finally get the chance to start it, I'm going to put a countdown timer on the side of my blog. But until then, thank you AnnaLisa for letting me borrow your copy! and Candice! For letting me have your old blender! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want you to take before and after pictures. But I'm not going to show you all my Before pictures ^.~ hehe. well, maybe after the afters have been taken. But yeah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARD WORK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-6043932441979873485?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6043932441979873485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6043932441979873485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6043932441979873485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6043932441979873485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/p90x.html' title='P90X'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-4299349979777449915</id><published>2010-11-15T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:24:33.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagine and Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Imagine&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still really like you. &lt;br /&gt;Alot. &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine meeting you at the airport, &lt;br /&gt;you standing there as I run and pretty much tackle you with a hug! &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine driving home and talking. &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine giving you the grand tour of my apartment. &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine coaxing out a single kiss from your lips and having it feel like fireworks in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine everything. &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine just watching a movie together on the couch, &lt;br /&gt;our own private safe haven from the world. &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine it being a still and quiet night, with only the moon shining in the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine you silently coming into the room and slipping under the covers. &lt;br /&gt;I would cuddle up to you. &lt;br /&gt;Just to be close to you&lt;br /&gt;feel the heat from your body,&lt;br /&gt;listen to your heartbeat and the sound of your breathing. &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine in the early hours of the morning, &lt;br /&gt;waking up quietly and making you breakfast, &lt;br /&gt;so when you woke up it would be right there. &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine your smile, &lt;br /&gt;and I can imagine your laugh. &lt;br /&gt;I can imagine your touch. &lt;br /&gt;But I can't imagine your love.&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;and Wonder&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Like I love you?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Do you wonder how I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;Am I a toy that has lost its newness?&lt;br /&gt;To be discarded and replaced with something better?&lt;br /&gt;Have I been forgotten?&lt;br /&gt;You seem so distant&lt;br /&gt;and I can't reach you.&lt;br /&gt;But I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;and I wonder about you.&lt;br /&gt;But will I ever have you?&lt;br /&gt;Come out and just say it&lt;br /&gt;Do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Or do you not?&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time&lt;br /&gt;yet that question still remains.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be in love.&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel that joy.&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything for you &lt;br /&gt;and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;But I know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;You don't share those same feelings&lt;br /&gt;Just come out and admit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I NEVER posted these here! What a shock! so here they are now. Don't read to far into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also 2 songs attached to them, that were slight inspiration, or at least these reminded me of those songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sYu1C-Cn9Ag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sYu1C-Cn9Ag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Wonder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/taOPSDrU9s4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/taOPSDrU9s4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&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/3485268501048418099-4299349979777449915?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4299349979777449915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=4299349979777449915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4299349979777449915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4299349979777449915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/imagine-and-wonder.html' title='Imagine and Wonder'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-5488709674237607926</id><published>2010-11-13T21:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T21:17:57.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice of my Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You always take his side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your never takin’ mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought we were such friends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All down till the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But now I see you flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the whim of the crowd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doesn’t matter if we’re proud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your gonna go with the pop’s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hangin with the jocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because they are cool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But we’re the ones that rule&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The ones that don’t hide their face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ashamed of who they are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The ones who fight the race of life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who run instead of being maze mice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being brainless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Choose your side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know whos your on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not gonna let that slide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t say any words for they’ll only condemn you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You look to the crowd and hope they commend you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You faker, you cheater, you freaking deserter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m done with you, and your masks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You put on so people think you have class&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m the one with the rhymes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m the one going to the finish line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m winning this race&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m gonna show on my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I’m better than you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That sit around and think small&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m thinking big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m gonna make it big&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m gong to be famous&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wait and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hangin’ with me’s the place to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m goin’ somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your goin’ nowhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So see yah later &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m leavin’ this town&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goin’ to make it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;With the voice of my sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;-----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;5 minutes. Extra angry/extra annoyed/extra ERAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-5488709674237607926?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5488709674237607926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=5488709674237607926' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5488709674237607926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/5488709674237607926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/voice-of-my-sound.html' title='Voice of my Sound'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-4758548814429129271</id><published>2010-11-11T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T12:33:21.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Draw</title><content type='html'>So, about 2 weeks ago I bought a sketchbook just for the fun of it. I'm not very good at drawing, like at all, but I'm going to try and learn! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly I want to be able to draw so I can make some awesome storyboards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try and focus mostly on drawing people, since I think they are the most important part of most drawings/art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, I drew this using Microsoft Paint. It took about 10 minutes (loooong time, I know)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TNxSy47blkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/BPGufCmoWzw/s1600/My+Rose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TNxSy47blkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/BPGufCmoWzw/s320/My+Rose.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this is one of 3 projects I am currently working on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 1: Learning to Draw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project 2 will be tomorrows post ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-4758548814429129271?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4758548814429129271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=4758548814429129271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4758548814429129271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4758548814429129271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/learning-to-draw.html' title='Learning to Draw'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TNxSy47blkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/BPGufCmoWzw/s72-c/My+Rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-7046144245410220645</id><published>2010-11-10T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:29:30.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee 2:6 - Never Been Kissed</title><content type='html'>Wow. This episode shattered all expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly didn't think much of this one. All of the previews did it no justice, making it sound like it was just another mash-up episode. I had no clue what I was getting into until I watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Colfer said that this was the first episode in the bullying saga. You can totally see why. There are suddenly a LOT more things going on! More problems to solve, more drama to be expanded upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really loved the Warblers singing Teenage Dream. I've had that on my ipod for about 2 weeks now, and it was good to finally see it in context to the rest of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely jealous when Blaine took Kurts hand. I guess all the rumors were wrong, Sam really isn't going to be Kurts boyfriend. Honestly, I'd be happy with Blaine, he is nice, talented, and very understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really bothered me that Kurt kept being bullied. But when he finally confronted him, that scene was one of the single most shocking moments of my entire life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for Beist. I actually really like her. But I'm glad things turned around in the end. To be honest, I want to see more of Beist/Sue fights. I like Sue, but I would rather vote for Beist (even though I really really like Sue!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when Will kissed Coach Beist I felt like she really deserved it. I also think this might add something to the Will/Emma relationship that I think was pretty much killed off in my mind. All of Wills pathetic begging to get her to be with him was awful. Like completely pitiful. But I actually do hope that maybe Will will indeed fall in love with Beist! I really really want this to happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also toyed a little with Artie and Puck. We got to see more of Pucks character, while also seeing more of the Artie/Brittany relationship. Sadly I have also given up on Artie/Tina. Tina doesn't deserve him. But I think Artie/Brittany might actually get somewhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but most importantly, to me at least, is the Kurt/? relationship. I really really want to see him with someone, since I think of his character as a parody of my own life. I really hope the Kurt/Blaine relationship turns out. Even though that will certainly create more problems since they are both technically on opposite teams. But somehow I get the feeling that Blaine will be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all this episode was a solid 10/10. I have never thought of any of the newer ones as a 10 before. But I feel like this episode is getting back into the real spirit of Glee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the next episode - The Substitute airing next week on the 16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Dream - Glee Cast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E46BhMIRujI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E46BhMIRujI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;(Blaines the main singer)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-7046144245410220645?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7046144245410220645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=7046144245410220645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7046144245410220645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/7046144245410220645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/glee-26-never-been-kissed.html' title='Glee 2:6 - Never Been Kissed'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-6909502798097688097</id><published>2010-11-03T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:50:38.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Backfire</title><content type='html'>So, remember how proud I was that I got my background to go transparent? Well much to my chagrin I can't get it back to normal! I tried to a couple weeks ago when I was going to do a halloween theme. Unfortunately I'm going to have to find the prototype to my blog. I have tried to use Picture Perfect, but to no avail! So sadly I can't fix it unless I take the time to go through and figure out what it was I removed &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;, Lots of hard work ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, P!NK released the real music video to her hit song Raise Your Glass. I'm not going to lie, it was WEIRD. Like even Lady Gaga has not hit that kind of weird before. So I'm going to have to say I do not recommend watching it. But the song is still fantastic! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In otha neews - I saw the movie Red. It wasn't bad, and it had funny parts to it. But I'd give it a solid &lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt; if I was grading it. It was neither here nor there. and I thought it was a one time see. But others that saw it raved how awesome it was. so either they have low standards, or mine are set too high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more otha neews - I saw the final episode of Cowboy Bebop. I can now say I have seen the entire series. It really was not that good at all! It was rated the best anime ever. Like the best &lt;b&gt;ever&lt;/b&gt;. I would give it a &lt;b&gt;C &lt;/b&gt;it really didn't engage me at all! I mean, it had its moments, but on the whole, it felt like a waste of time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day: Paparazzi by Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcHsE1ELzjo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XcHsE1ELzjo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the chorus! When I'm alone at work I like to sing this song ^.~&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I'm your biggest fan, I'll follow you until you love me.&lt;br /&gt;Papa-paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby theres no other superstar, you know that I'll be your&lt;br /&gt;Papa-paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise I'll be kind. But I won't stop until that boy is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me&lt;br /&gt;papa-paparazzi&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a specific crush I think of when I listen to this song ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pretty obvious if you know me ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-6909502798097688097?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6909502798097688097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=6909502798097688097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6909502798097688097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/6909502798097688097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/backfire.html' title='Backfire'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8081684729477776048</id><published>2010-11-01T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:16:31.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QGJuMBdaqIw?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katy Perry finally released her music video to her hit song Firework. This video honestly meant a lot to me personally. The fighting parents scene is a familiar one, and the boys actions are ones I have imagined doing (good for him!). 2:11 meant a lot to me personally as well. In the end, I have gotten more respect for Katy Perry. Katy, I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for Halloween this year I was in fact a Team Rocket grunt ^.~ It was SOOOOOOOOOooooooooo much fun! ^.^ I'm going to post some pictures, because it was so freaking awesome! ^.^ Also, when I went to a school dance with some friends there was a girl there dressed in the girl Rocket costume! It was so awesome! Then there was someone dressed as Ash!!! So we all hung around each other and tried to enter the costume contest together, but we didn't win (but I think it was rigged so only people from that school could win!) But still, it was awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TM8O8KM6nLI/AAAAAAAAAxk/53Ngo_vo0pk/s1600/Rocket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TM8O8KM6nLI/AAAAAAAAAxk/53Ngo_vo0pk/s320/Rocket.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TM8O81HAAEI/AAAAAAAAAxo/t3ACLqo5J2g/s1600/rocketus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="269" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TM8O81HAAEI/AAAAAAAAAxo/t3ACLqo5J2g/s320/rocketus.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TM8O9jvBY_I/AAAAAAAAAxs/DK19FNca0ks/s1600/rocketus2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TM8O9jvBY_I/AAAAAAAAAxs/DK19FNca0ks/s320/rocketus2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there are others, but I cant find the photographer!!! When I do, I'll post some more! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, Kyle Comoletti, (hes Ash) I can't find you anywhere! I wanted to link the pictures to you, but in cyberspace your a mystery ^.~ So if you ever find this post, shoot me an email and I'll send you the rest of the pics! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I let my friend Bettina (Magenta) read my scary story Strangle. I was so scared to let her read it! But it all turned out fine in the end! what a relief! I loved your ideas, and I'm actually going to use a lot of them ^.^ To be honest I was so scared to read your rewrites that I would read a few of them, feel so embarrassed that I didn't catch those errors, and leave for like 10 minutes before returning and reading a few more lines. Rinse and repeat until the end. Yeah, I was hardcore embarrassed! But thank you for reading it anyways! and oddly enough, I know that scene did have an ending...I don't know why it wasn't there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I have just been working working working! and if I get lucky I might be moving up to Salt Lake City! Yay!!! ^.^ More to come later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya later my friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8081684729477776048?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8081684729477776048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8081684729477776048' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8081684729477776048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8081684729477776048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TM8O8KM6nLI/AAAAAAAAAxk/53Ngo_vo0pk/s72-c/Rocket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-15890254368505168</id><published>2010-10-25T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T12:09:05.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets make your day</title><content type='html'>I am writing today about these 3 songs that I am absolutely fascinated with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one is Firework by Katie Perry. &lt;br /&gt;This is one of those general feel good songs. Listening to it just fills me with such hope! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCtGNC6D3AM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kCtGNC6D3AM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta ignite the light&lt;br /&gt;And let it shine&lt;br /&gt;Just own the night&lt;br /&gt;Like the Fourth of July&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause baby you're a firework&lt;br /&gt;Come on show 'em what your worth&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh!"&lt;br /&gt;As you shoot across the sky-y-y&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second one is No Floods by Lady Gaga. This is Gaga before she went Gaga ^.~ Its just peaceful and sweet. And you can hear the Gaga in her in the chorus ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2O1ZxnmOX4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u2O1ZxnmOX4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last one is my all time favorite right now. Its&amp;nbsp; Magic by B.o.B. This is a song I really feel like I can relate to. You know you have the magic in you ^.~ But this song also reminds me of someone else. It keeps reminding me of J. Scott Savage. Especially his Farworld books. Since their saying is Take courage - The magic is already inside you. At least thats what the bookmark says ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1avKvKnmTLM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1avKvKnmTLM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the 3 songs that are inspiring me right now, and I feel that you should feel their inspiration as well ^.^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Floods, Firework, Magic,&lt;br /&gt;~Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-15890254368505168?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/15890254368505168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=15890254368505168' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/15890254368505168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/15890254368505168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/lets-make-your-day.html' title='Lets make your day'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-2653920104789339630</id><published>2010-10-23T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T00:48:35.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graves of past friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conjunctures on fire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That pass through the ire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of living by day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On lies that you hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your heartbroken smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A heart so hostile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your fake little laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A soul torn in half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Words left unspoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A body that’s broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your thoughts are so scattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your mind has now shattered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A rain of falling pain on winds of brevity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A voice in the dark of dejected longevity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A sad dark depressing pitiful sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your visage, a complex, and spirit it dyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sad little whispers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And roses that whither&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On graves of past friends that die in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet shadows now drown you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And drag you down far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your light will extinguish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And leaves only scars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A serious solemn ominous tomb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dry broken leaves, a teardrop or two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All this awaits you in cold quiet peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ice bound in chains and movement deceased&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A being of frozen desires and nightmare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Shivers of fear, for being alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In your own thoughts icy as bone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A ghost of a phantom you drift from the mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Forgotten at once with form undefined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trapped in your cruelty, there is your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dying of malice it now departs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your body is gone, turned into dust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That blows away sadly in the first gust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A soul oh so lost and footsteps of frost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those bitter long days that took their cost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This spirit now wanders with wails of despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This sorrow and misery you should beware.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The one final note&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To whom this is wrote&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This futures not far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You know who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-2653920104789339630?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2653920104789339630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=2653920104789339630' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2653920104789339630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/2653920104789339630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/graves-of-past-friends_23.html' title='Graves of past friends'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-3138378058994953509</id><published>2010-10-14T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:46:55.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorch Trials, Birthdays, and more!</title><content type='html'>So much has been going on! ^.^ So.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLavNBofF3I/AAAAAAAAAxI/OFPtVV74Nbs/s1600/__Fly___by_AlexiusSana.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLavNBofF3I/AAAAAAAAAxI/OFPtVV74Nbs/s320/__Fly___by_AlexiusSana.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I saw Glee 2:4 today! Pretty good! Loved every minute of it!!! ^.^ As usual Glee is awesome. It was called Duets. Go see it on Hulu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLau7PLNMcI/AAAAAAAAAxE/AFx9jlxX6YQ/s1600/glee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLau7PLNMcI/AAAAAAAAAxE/AFx9jlxX6YQ/s320/glee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Scorch Trials came out yesterday! Woot woot! I have not gotten around to cracking this diamond open, but it sure is loving being up next to its siblings on my bookshelf! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLau6UNvXJI/AAAAAAAAAxA/3Zr0p907UtE/s1600/101210224612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLau6UNvXJI/AAAAAAAAAxA/3Zr0p907UtE/s320/101210224612.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Speaking of siblings. Today was my little brother Ryans birthday!!! Happy Birthday Ryan!!! I love you! Your now 14!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLaw86bZh9I/AAAAAAAAAxc/ocqgbzWtqYw/s1600/IMGP3745.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLaw86bZh9I/AAAAAAAAAxc/ocqgbzWtqYw/s320/IMGP3745.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got him 2 little lego sets. I think he liked them ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-So, recently I have gotten into the show Lost. Not going to lie, its not a huge brain buster or anything. But It is good, it does have mystery and intrigue. and it is fun to watch. So I recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLawqbO0KII/AAAAAAAAAxY/hxUNrPjESrs/s1600/lost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLawqbO0KII/AAAAAAAAAxY/hxUNrPjESrs/s320/lost.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-I picked up a video game at Wal-mart the other day. It's called Drawn. It looks pretty interesting, and I'm excited to start playing it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLawHfsAmJI/AAAAAAAAAxU/DJO5leuzKmo/s1600/drawn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLawHfsAmJI/AAAAAAAAAxU/DJO5leuzKmo/s320/drawn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I still need to drop of my costume at the mall to get the emblem put on it. But that can wait for later ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLavrpiLGiI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/9Rm2qhbdTEo/s1600/blogpic0.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLavrpiLGiI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/9Rm2qhbdTEo/s1600/blogpic0.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, I have a step counter that I decided to take to work today for the fun of it. It claims that after 9 hours of working at walmart I walked around 40,000 steps!!! It is said that around 10,000 steps is 5 miles. So does this mean I walked 20 miles? Step counters also cant stop 'false steps' where it picks up only movement. Even then, deciding that only half of them were real, thats still around 10 Miles! or 20,000 steps! This is why I am so tired when I get home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLay0o23xFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xnZUX6TRmdA/s1600/220px-Omron_HJ112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLay0o23xFI/AAAAAAAAAxg/xnZUX6TRmdA/s1600/220px-Omron_HJ112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, this is a short review of what has been happening! I could write entire blog posts on each subject alone! ^.^ but I won't. Short and sweet is how I need to take it! I seem to have no time anymore!!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLavfHehqnI/AAAAAAAAAxM/tg0frQ5mN84/s1600/Dock.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLavfHehqnI/AAAAAAAAAxM/tg0frQ5mN84/s320/Dock.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later all you fans, friends, and creepy stalker peoples!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-3138378058994953509?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3138378058994953509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=3138378058994953509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3138378058994953509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3138378058994953509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/scorch-trials-birthdays-and-more.html' title='Scorch Trials, Birthdays, and more!'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLavNBofF3I/AAAAAAAAAxI/OFPtVV74Nbs/s72-c/__Fly___by_AlexiusSana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8167178706560152100</id><published>2010-10-11T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T13:23:10.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, A break!</title><content type='html'>So, after working 6 entire days with 4, 9 hour shifts, I finally have a day off! ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my updates on LiFe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first, for all of you that don't know I'm going to be this for halloween! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNoCJO8TwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/rYCj19zP174/s1600/blogpic0.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNoCJO8TwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/rYCj19zP174/s200/blogpic0.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNoDVd4pvI/AAAAAAAAAwg/LNXEO3mOG6s/s1600/blogpic01.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNoDVd4pvI/AAAAAAAAAwg/LNXEO3mOG6s/s200/blogpic01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNoDVd4pvI/AAAAAAAAAwg/LNXEO3mOG6s/s1600/blogpic01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So its like a way easy costume to make! ^.^ But it will mean something to me, since I'm still a fan of Pokemon ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Dashners Scorch Trials comes out tomorrow!!! I am so going to read that book every chance I get!!!! I'm so excited for it!~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is something I have been WAY so excited about for a long long time!!! Everyone knows how big of a fan of Glee I am ^.^ Well it was rumored months and months ago that they were maybe going to feature the Rocky Horror Picture Show on an episode! Well its now official! on October 26th they are going to air an episode called the Rocky Horror Glee Show!!!!!! ^.^ I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOO excited for it!!! yay!!!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping my hollywood crush Chris Colfer gets a big part in that one! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNutzwT2TI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w5O5T5wrElk/s1600/Chriscolfer00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNutzwT2TI/AAAAAAAAAwk/w5O5T5wrElk/s320/Chriscolfer00.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet! I found shots of it!!! Uh, but Chris is going to be the creepy guy in it! I'm slightly disappointed! But it'll still be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx1Q0-KII/AAAAAAAAAwo/fJyBXQvs7m4/s1600/glee01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx1Q0-KII/AAAAAAAAAwo/fJyBXQvs7m4/s200/glee01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx10fiqFI/AAAAAAAAAws/ggB1dJQAi9s/s1600/glee02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx10fiqFI/AAAAAAAAAws/ggB1dJQAi9s/s200/glee02.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx2Ya1aHI/AAAAAAAAAww/jIsuTls6Jis/s1600/glee03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx2Ya1aHI/AAAAAAAAAww/jIsuTls6Jis/s200/glee03.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx3LO5MxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/weVX31wn5M0/s1600/glee04.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx3LO5MxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/weVX31wn5M0/s200/glee04.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx3iK1z4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/P3g1aMvp-wM/s1600/glee05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx3iK1z4I/AAAAAAAAAw4/P3g1aMvp-wM/s200/glee05.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx4VBw16I/AAAAAAAAAw8/JYhekbeP4x4/s1600/glee-rocky-horror-episode-preview.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNx4VBw16I/AAAAAAAAAw8/JYhekbeP4x4/s200/glee-rocky-horror-episode-preview.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess those are my 3 updates of the day! I'm going to get around to answering both Bettinas and Rainys tags if I get the chance ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jacoby, Future Team Rocket Member!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8167178706560152100?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8167178706560152100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8167178706560152100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8167178706560152100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8167178706560152100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/finally-break.html' title='Finally, A break!'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TLNoCJO8TwI/AAAAAAAAAwc/rYCj19zP174/s72-c/blogpic0.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8835976668591460482</id><published>2010-10-06T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T11:12:38.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee 2:3 + Religion</title><content type='html'>This episode actually meant a lot to me personally. It was very moving, dealing with the subject of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the same views that are expressed in the show. Religion really &lt;i&gt;doesn't &lt;/i&gt;have a high opinion of gays. We are sinners of the worst sort in their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it when people say being gay is a choice. Who &lt;i&gt;chooses &lt;/i&gt;to be hated, to be prejudiced against? Who chooses to fear for their lives in certain part of the world? Talking to a friend who lives in Poland I found that Nazis are still very much alive in that part of the world. and that they have no problem killing people that identify as gay. We are talking cold blooded murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would &lt;i&gt;choose &lt;/i&gt;this? I don't believe for one minute that its a choice. But everyone has their own opinions and are allowed to express them as they see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the LDS church is under fire because of a talk broadcast worldwide about how homosexuality is a sin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"“There are those today who not only tolerate but advocate voting to  change laws that would legalize immorality, as if a vote would somehow  alter the designs of God’s laws and nature,” Boyd K. Packer, president  of the church’s Quorum of Twelve Apostles, said in a strongly worded  sermon about the dangers of pornography and same-sex marriage. “A law  against nature would be impossible to enforce. Do you think a vote to  repeal the law of gravity would do any good?”"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a vote against gravity. This is a struggle of life and death. If you watch the news you will have noticed the depressingly high number of suicides especially with gay teens. People are dying over this. People that feel no acceptance, that feel they are alone in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize what that talk is going to do? It is going to cause more LDS families to reject their gay children. More children kicked out of their homes. More loss, more depression. and more suicides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard for you to understand our point of view. but have you ever considered that it might be just as hard for us to understand yours? Everyone around us is asking us to change. To be someone else. We don't ask you to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wonder what would happen if the situation was reversed. What if someone totally straight decided that they were going to try being gay. That they took classes, and went to institutions. Convinced themselves that they really were gay, when they are not. Would it work? Would they actually be gay? Can you really change your fundamental core that easily? I ask this because this is what the world is asking of us. They ask that we take classes in being straight, they want us to go to institutions, they want us to change our core beliefs. So, would it work? Would we actually be straight? Would we realize that our beliefs are wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest thing about this debate is the fact that we are in the very bottom &lt;b&gt;Minority&lt;/b&gt;! From what I have looked up we are in the low 2% of the entire world wide population. 2%!!! How are we supposed to fight for our rights to be like everyone else when we are only a paper-thin minority?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm burned out with this conversation, and I have to leave for work in half an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Glee 2:3 - Grilled Cheesus was very good. I loved it alot, and the fact it focused on Kurt. I don't believe he should have pushed his friends away like that, but I do believe he had a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm sick and have pretty much lost my voice. It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier when I was quoting Boyd K Packer he said "Do you think a vote to  repeal the law of gravity would do any good?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me think of a song I listen to at least 7 times a day. I am going to share this with you under strictest confidence, as I find the song almost sacred to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't repeal the law. But you can defy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wSXLtDIC-c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1wSXLtDIC-c?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&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/3485268501048418099-8835976668591460482?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8835976668591460482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8835976668591460482' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8835976668591460482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8835976668591460482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/glee-23-religion.html' title='Glee 2:3 + Religion'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8156676767406788656</id><published>2010-10-05T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T15:43:48.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>P!NK'S NEW SONG!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So, I just got an email from P!nks website, advertising her new album P!nks "Greatest Hits....So Far!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKuqDnojNuI/AAAAAAAAAwY/-kS4guw7KI8/s1600/singleart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKuqDnojNuI/AAAAAAAAAwY/-kS4guw7KI8/s320/singleart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it has a link to it, letting you hear one of her new rocking songs EARLY!!!! OH MY GOSH ITS SO EPIC!!! Its called Raise your Glass! ^.^ Listen to it!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ak.pinkspage.com/?utm_medium=zomba-email&amp;amp;utm_source=pink&amp;amp;utm_campaign=zomba-email%7Cpink%7C20101005"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some swearing in it, so be forewarned. But still, totally a new favorite!!!! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8156676767406788656?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8156676767406788656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8156676767406788656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8156676767406788656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8156676767406788656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/pnks-new-song-yay.html' title='P!NK&apos;S NEW SONG!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKuqDnojNuI/AAAAAAAAAwY/-kS4guw7KI8/s72-c/singleart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-894314154620811688</id><published>2010-10-05T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:28:06.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just leave me alone. I'm not a sin.</title><content type='html'>It doesn't matter what I contribute or what I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't ever mean a thing to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you were kidding, but I know the facts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell when your honest, or when its an act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be a 'guest' no matter where I go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my own home, a house, my own chateau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lifes not a country where I follow you laws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your laws are choking, and so filled with flaws&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to play by my own rules, not go along with yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be another in your military corps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the keys so I can break the chain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That holds us together when you don't want the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way to break free is to run away or die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or God grant me wings so I can fly so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I never find a safe place to call my own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A home I can live my life you so condone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of this, I always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just leave me alone. &lt;i&gt;I'm not a sin.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;---&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Song of the Day. Set Free by Kaie Gray&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="175" width="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fvDugNh-6U0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fvDugNh-6U0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&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/3485268501048418099-894314154620811688?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/894314154620811688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=894314154620811688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/894314154620811688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/894314154620811688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-leave-me-alone-im-not-sin.html' title='Just leave me alone. I&apos;m not a sin.'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-8627887388966041900</id><published>2010-10-01T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T12:54:01.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things you didn't know about me</title><content type='html'>1) I remember the very first story I ever wrote. I was in first grade and I wrote a story about a boy who was kidnapped (because a story is ALWAYS about kidnap when written by a child) who was put in a cage (for its always cages as well) in a cave filled with treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYyC6YeVyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/61zQRd-YU8g/s1600/blogpic3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYyC6YeVyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/61zQRd-YU8g/s200/blogpic3.jpg" width="116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYyDZNYqzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/9nDM62vPXMg/s1600/blogpic4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYyDZNYqzI/AAAAAAAAAwA/9nDM62vPXMg/s200/blogpic4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I do not have a favorite color. It used to be Pink and Blue when I was in kindergarten. Then it was purple. Then it was silver. Then it was blue. Then red. Dark red. Dark blue. Light blue. White. Black. It's always changing because I LOVE color! But I mostly gravitate to Blues, Reds, Pinks, Tans, and Whites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYy0uv-lxI/AAAAAAAAAwE/iROAl7Y3VME/s1600/blogpic5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYy0uv-lxI/AAAAAAAAAwE/iROAl7Y3VME/s320/blogpic5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I used to believe that I ran faster in the dark. Yet amazingly, I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYzde5kgjI/AAAAAAAAAwI/GlmkhASMoE8/s1600/blogpic6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYzde5kgjI/AAAAAAAAAwI/GlmkhASMoE8/s200/blogpic6.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I have a weakness for small silverware and saucers. In our  cupboard we have the normal sized plates, then we have the really small  ones (saucers) that you put your cup on. You know what I'm talking  about, right? Well those are the only plates I grab. I feel that because  they are smaller, you put a smaller portion on your plate because it  looks like you are filling your plate faster, leading you to actually  eat healthier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYwhro4LOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/h1JacJRnO7w/s1600/blogpic1.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYwhro4LOI/AAAAAAAAAv0/h1JacJRnO7w/s200/blogpic1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYwiH7L0_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/_12Twr6FmfE/s1600/blogpic2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYwiH7L0_I/AAAAAAAAAv4/_12Twr6FmfE/s200/blogpic2.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then  I really love small silverware! Like the tiny spoons and dessert forks  (I think they are dessert forks). Whatever the fork is, it only has 3  prongs. I love the fact that because I have toddler siblings, we have  those small colorfull plastic forks and spoons! I don't care if I look ridiculous using them, they are still my favorite.  The reason I love these are they force you to eat slower. I know WAY too  many people that finish a meal in like 30 seconds flat! I don't feel  they are actually getting the full experience.With a small fork, you can  only get so much onto a fork, mean you eat slower, meaning you actually  get to taste and enjoy whatever it is your eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) The very first online game I ever played was called Neopets. My username was &lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/userlookup.phtml?user=ulee_boy"&gt;Ulee_Boy&lt;/a&gt;. I loved that game, then one day I couldn't log onto my character. I was locked out forever. This was in my 5th grade year. Also, if you visit the link, notice my name is Robin Skyhi. I have had my angel story idea for Robin Skyhigh since 5th grade. back in 2002. The reason his lastname is only Sky&lt;i&gt;hi&lt;/i&gt; and not Sky&lt;i&gt;high&lt;/i&gt; is because I thought that was how you spelled High. Also I liked Code Lyoko. Still do ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKY3y9N38iI/AAAAAAAAAwM/inPOVwLok_Y/s1600/angel-sanctuary-28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKY3y9N38iI/AAAAAAAAAwM/inPOVwLok_Y/s320/angel-sanctuary-28.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) When playing video games, I have a set name for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the game is online I use the name Yulie (ulee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the game is offline I use the name Robin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if its not a game, but a website, I will always use my real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKY8OcmsJhI/AAAAAAAAAwU/LJXzlhBnTsY/s1600/blogpic7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="130" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKY8OcmsJhI/AAAAAAAAAwU/LJXzlhBnTsY/s200/blogpic7.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I have a lantern fetish. I just LOVE lanterns!!! ^.^ But I only own one. And its awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKY6aaec4oI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8a6-2YgkuSE/s1600/100110134007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKY6aaec4oI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8a6-2YgkuSE/s320/100110134007.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This lantern is mine. and my favorite!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8627887388966041900?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8627887388966041900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8627887388966041900' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8627887388966041900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8627887388966041900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/10/7-things-you-didnt-know-about-me.html' title='7 Things you didn&apos;t know about me'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKYyC6YeVyI/AAAAAAAAAv8/61zQRd-YU8g/s72-c/blogpic3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-3149097867340548816</id><published>2010-09-30T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:40:47.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee 2:2 - Britney/Brittany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKUuBW4AShI/AAAAAAAAAvw/dLAe7yVP59A/s1600/glee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKUuBW4AShI/AAAAAAAAAvw/dLAe7yVP59A/s320/glee.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally loved this episode!!! It had a lot of elements of a &lt;i&gt;good &lt;/i&gt;Glee episode! Not to mention they had like 5 songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is really sad to say, but I didn't grow up with Britney Spears. In fact I hardly know her at all. So I'm sure I would have gotten much more out of this if I had listened to her music more. The most experience with her music was a remix that her and Linkin Park did together; Toxic Faint, a mix of Britneys Toxic, and LPs Faint. Honestly, its pretty good (and in my Ipod)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nABZJvta5ik?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nABZJvta5ik?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I loved about this episode ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely loved Brittany in this episode, and her revelation that her name is Brittany Spears (Brittany S. Pierce) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also it was pretty cool that Kurt stood up to Mr. Schuester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Sue was SOOOOO funny in this episode! with her description of the Democratic party of whatever year. Also she had absolutely amazing acting when she pulled the fire alarm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a very good episode! ^.^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-3149097867340548816?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3149097867340548816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=3149097867340548816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3149097867340548816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3149097867340548816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/09/glee-22-britneybrittany.html' title='Glee 2:2 - Britney/Brittany'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TKUuBW4AShI/AAAAAAAAAvw/dLAe7yVP59A/s72-c/glee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-956474655342736090</id><published>2010-09-23T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T12:46:36.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saw Glee Season 2 Episode 1!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I saw Glee Season 2 Episode 1!!! ^.^ Watch it here - &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/watch/178226/glee-audition"&gt;Glee Season 2 Episode 1 on Hulu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had mixed feelings on it. First, I loved the song Lea Michelle and Charice sing together in the bathroom! That was the best scene ever! Total verbal cat fight with Lea Michelle, while Charice was simply enjoying herself. Watch it below, its AWESOME! If you don't watch it you will have bad luck for those 2 minutes you could have spent watching it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xvQ_oeXsoM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-xvQ_oeXsoM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;(Note to self, use the 400 Format!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, was that not awesome or what! ^.^ Also, for some really odd reason, the picture is completely reversed! If you watch the full episode on Hulu you'll see it. Its weird. It's better when its normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lets see, honestly that was the only song I really 'felt'. The others were just 'meh' and a shoulder shrug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and AHHHHHHH! I HATE the new quarterback!!!!!!! Only because of what he later becomes!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it was pretty cool that they set up a few problems already that need to be overcome. A new coach, love relationships all out of whack, the cheerleading squad squabbles. You know, awesome stuff. This season had better be good!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a pretty decent opening. But they could have made it better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I'm a Gleek forever ^.~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chris Colfer is still hot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-956474655342736090?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/956474655342736090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=956474655342736090' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/956474655342736090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/956474655342736090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/09/saw-glee-season-2-episode-1.html' title='Saw Glee Season 2 Episode 1!!!!'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-4741781171092006164</id><published>2010-09-18T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T13:20:56.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Living at Home</title><content type='html'>Honestly, living at home has been the best thing to ever happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a car, I have a home, I have a job! All of this within the first 2 weeks I was back! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great being able to drive anywhere I want, just because I want to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and It's way cool being able to work a few hours a day knowing I'm getting a paycheck ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is totally awesome ^.^ Its fun being able to play games with them, and just talk and chill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I love you family &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^.^ Living at home is totally the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-4741781171092006164?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4741781171092006164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=4741781171092006164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4741781171092006164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/4741781171092006164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/09/living-at-home.html' title='Living at Home'/><author><name>J.N. Future Author</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272091026545783041</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/StvS1QHb2FI/AAAAAAAAAh4/vLQMBY9fTwE/S220/PICTURE.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3485268501048418099.post-3815958722923667513</id><published>2010-09-15T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:24:07.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most need of a Hug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TJG25XPzwWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/4oW1iNk_gHw/s1600/freehugs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TJG25XPzwWI/AAAAAAAAAvo/4oW1iNk_gHw/s320/freehugs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Sometimes the one who seems the strongest is the one who is in the most need of a hug~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;This picture and this quote are so touching! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the picture using google, and the quote is something a friend showed me ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally love it ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song of the day! (I love how they are the same person! ^.^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="221" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVo-S9ns2_A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pVo-S9ns2_A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="221"&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/3485268501048418099-3815958722923667513?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3815958722923667513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=3815958722923667513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3815958722923667513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/3815958722923667513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/09/most-need-of-hug.html' title='Most need of a Hug'/><author><name>J.N. 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I was there for like 6 hours and it was SO fun!!! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went over a bunch of the rules, policies, yata yata yata. But it was great! ^.^ Total fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I GOT THE COMPLETE FIRST SEASON OF GLEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(!x1,000,000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for this! ^.^ I love Glee so so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TJBJaTOqKnI/AAAAAAAAAvg/L5S8BCqdp1A/s1600/watch_glee_online.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_laM6CKNFxyw/TJBJaTOqKnI/AAAAAAAAAvg/L5S8BCqdp1A/s320/watch_glee_online.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Colfer (Kurt Hummel in the show) is my favorite actor ever! He is the entire reason I watch that show ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally recommend it! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have nothing else to say ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jacoby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3485268501048418099-8160899551967754141?l=jacobyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8160899551967754141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3485268501048418099&amp;postID=8160899551967754141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8160899551967754141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3485268501048418099/posts/default/8160899551967754141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jacobyn.blogspot.com/2010/09/job-orientation-and-glee.html' title='Job Orientation! and GLEE!!! ^.^'/><author><name>J.N. 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