<?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-2618861389357654498</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:12:17.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Lightning</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-98522955719166001</id><published>2011-06-11T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T11:54:48.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals Week One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2TEgRyMh4Wg/TfO0eV_rpzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/c3_7bRt9csE/s1600/finalsweekone1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2TEgRyMh4Wg/TfO0eV_rpzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/c3_7bRt9csE/s400/finalsweekone1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quickly's with Tim, Michelle, Ankush, and Brenden during fifth period.&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/-SnVgwUa8_bE/TfO0lCww54I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ljOU8WADPWk/s1600/finalsweekone2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SnVgwUa8_bE/TfO0lCww54I/AAAAAAAAAH4/ljOU8WADPWk/s400/finalsweekone2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to get Brenden in one of the pictures.&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/-xSw4Tw2O3Zc/TfO0qRj-lcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UWjddOa90lA/s1600/finalsweekone3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xSw4Tw2O3Zc/TfO0qRj-lcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/UWjddOa90lA/s400/finalsweekone3.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before Kelly looked like a kitty.&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/-CTeDVvFH1nE/TfO0wUQEeAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mkfWAhQ7Utw/s1600/finalsweekone4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CTeDVvFH1nE/TfO0wUQEeAI/AAAAAAAAAIA/mkfWAhQ7Utw/s400/finalsweekone4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Watching the boys play basketball during sixth period.&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: justify;"&gt;During fifth on Tuesday, we weren't during anything in class; so Tim, Michelle, Ankush, Brenden, and I ditched and went to Quickly's. &amp;nbsp;We got Boba then sat around and just talked. &amp;nbsp;Brenden and Ankush told us stories of each other in Junior High. &amp;nbsp;Tim told us about his Junior High and druggies. &amp;nbsp;Then the boys started talking about druggies and who is one at Troy. &amp;nbsp;We went back to school. &amp;nbsp;During sixth,&amp;nbsp;I went to Panera with Sophia, Sarah, and Jimmy. &amp;nbsp;Sarah and I got lost trying to find the car. &amp;nbsp;We got there and studied and talked. &amp;nbsp;Sarah and Jimmy left. &amp;nbsp;We kept studying. &amp;nbsp;(We also went Monday.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ankush. Michelle, and I ditched again during fifth on Wednesday and went to Starbucks and Yogurtland. &amp;nbsp;We were almost late, because Ankush has a real class for sixth period. &amp;nbsp;I helped Grace try to find her packet, but failed. &amp;nbsp;I went to meet Michelle, but found Kelly, Sean, and Jeff. &amp;nbsp;I got to put makeup on Jeff! &amp;nbsp;We had to make him look like a panda! &amp;nbsp;Michelle called and Jeff answered saying he was Thomas. &amp;nbsp;She came and then we left after awhile. &amp;nbsp;We watched the boys play basketball. &amp;nbsp;After school, we studied together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday, I had the first half of my chem final and my Spanish final. &amp;nbsp;The chem final wasn't that bad. &amp;nbsp;Spanish sucked. &amp;nbsp;It was partner, but it was still confusing. &amp;nbsp;I worked with Michelle. &amp;nbsp;Then collaborated with Jake and Brenden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday, I had the first half of my math final and the last half of my chem final. &amp;nbsp;Math was horrible. &amp;nbsp;I failed, I know it. &amp;nbsp;Chem was a little harder, but it was better than math. &amp;nbsp;We ditched fifth again and went to Starbucks. &amp;nbsp;While walking out Chris walked with us. &amp;nbsp;He gave me a piggyback ride with one arm! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We came back and sat around. &amp;nbsp;Our favorite sub talked to us! &amp;nbsp;I went with Michelle so she could check in at Track. &amp;nbsp;Nobody was there; so we just left. &amp;nbsp;We walked around some. &amp;nbsp;Chris proposed to us with flowers! &amp;nbsp;We went back to Track and signed yearbooks. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to go to Last Chance; so I dragged Daniel to take me to buy the ticket. &amp;nbsp;Then I watched them dance some and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I got somewhat ready then left for Crystal's house. &amp;nbsp;I got dressed at her house with her, Sneha, and Sarah. &amp;nbsp;We did makeup and hair. &amp;nbsp;It took us over an hour. &amp;nbsp;We had to sneak around her house so her parents wouldn't see us dressed like that. &amp;nbsp;We camwhored in the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;We walked part way then got picked up by Sneha's sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;When we first got there, we checked in then we thought we were gonna get dress coded so we snuck around the administration. &amp;nbsp;We camwhored in the bathroom. &amp;nbsp;Then we found the boys and talked some. &amp;nbsp;Eventually, we went into the crowd and found people to dance with. &amp;nbsp;I had a game / bet with Sebastian and I won ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-98522955719166001?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/98522955719166001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/06/finals-week-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/98522955719166001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/98522955719166001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/06/finals-week-one.html' title='Finals Week One'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2TEgRyMh4Wg/TfO0eV_rpzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/c3_7bRt9csE/s72-c/finalsweekone1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-4813408800303337095</id><published>2011-05-29T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:23:18.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Takes Hollywood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tsT_OtHMdsQ/TeM6fgBYfxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OdTp5fvfpvw/s1600/proof4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tsT_OtHMdsQ/TeM6fgBYfxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OdTp5fvfpvw/s400/proof4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My lovely date &amp;lt;3&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/-7BFZtl247a0/TeM6qzkEYyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KsBTNhy7Alo/s1600/Untitled-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7BFZtl247a0/TeM6qzkEYyI/AAAAAAAAAHk/KsBTNhy7Alo/s400/Untitled-1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Group picture&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/-WTnY4ZhLB6o/TeM627SXsQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hNvyweKH380/s1600/Untitled-2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTnY4ZhLB6o/TeM627SXsQI/AAAAAAAAAHo/hNvyweKH380/s400/Untitled-2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The girls&lt;/div&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/-koEKKi6vw0M/TeM7L-x_77I/AAAAAAAAAHw/SBVFErdyaGY/s1600/Untitled-5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-koEKKi6vw0M/TeM7L-x_77I/AAAAAAAAAHw/SBVFErdyaGY/s400/Untitled-5.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron, Tiffany, Patric&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q1t_G-7bR5s/TeM7Bbg1VcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D92S3dyH2tE/s1600/Untitled-3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q1t_G-7bR5s/TeM7Bbg1VcI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D92S3dyH2tE/s400/Untitled-3.png" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Miss Ana &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk26Z0coRWY/TeM6RZFr7JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WjDyOhp5bT0/s1600/0528111902.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kk26Z0coRWY/TeM6RZFr7JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WjDyOhp5bT0/s400/0528111902.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My corsage that got glitter everywhere! &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Tiffany and I met up at like 11:20 am and went to get our hair done. &amp;nbsp;We got there early so we could get in early, because the original time would make us have to rush after. &amp;nbsp;We did get in early! &amp;nbsp;The lady I had was really nice! &amp;nbsp;But, I think she hated my hair because it refused to stay curled. &amp;nbsp;She kept trying then just gave me a can of hairspray and told me to spray before I leave, LOL. &amp;nbsp;The whole time I wondered if she was related to Fidel Castro because her last name was Castro..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;We went back to my house and started to get ready. &amp;nbsp;We did our makeup and got dressed. &amp;nbsp;I got to do Tiffany’s makeup and I didn’t totally fail! &amp;nbsp;I was able to blend it even though it wasn’t for her skin tone ^__^ We took way too long so we were behind schedule. &amp;nbsp;She ate a taco and I drank lemonade cause I already ate chili cheese fries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Her mommy picked us up and we had to pickup Tiffany’s flower thingies. &amp;nbsp;We were such haters and hated on the other girls there because they looked like whores. &amp;nbsp;We liked how we said that when they had long dresses on and we had short dresses on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;We got to Cerritos Mall. &amp;nbsp;I found Aaron and he put on his vest. &amp;nbsp;Then we tried to check in but it was hard because it was just a huge mob. &amp;nbsp;But, we did make it through! &amp;nbsp;Then we went to put on the flower thingies! &amp;nbsp;Tiffany took pictures. &amp;nbsp;I couldn’t get his on, so Tiffany did it and I just faked it for the picture (: My corsage is really pretty! &amp;nbsp;It’s freaking huge and glittery! &amp;nbsp;All night I got glitter on people ^___^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;Aaron and I walked around some. &amp;nbsp;We talked to people. &amp;nbsp;Erin saw me and first thing she said was, “YOU’RE GOING TO GET RAPED TONIGHT!” I was like thanks.. &amp;nbsp;Her friend was like, “Did &amp;nbsp;you just say she’s going to get raped?!” &amp;nbsp;Then I went with Aaron to look at puppies! &amp;nbsp;We picked out our puppy (: We looked at the shoe store and I played with heels! &amp;nbsp;Then the buzzy thing buzzed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;We took our pictures! &amp;nbsp;I actually really like them (: We started to wait in line to pick them but we had to leave to the park to get there on time. &amp;nbsp;I saw Mommy and said hi and hugged her (: She made me feel a lot less stressed about the whole situation of the park and time etc. &amp;nbsp;Kayla and I became dates because Jeff and Aaron wanted each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;The way to the park was ridiculous and our prom disaster moment. &amp;nbsp;In short, everyone got lost. &amp;nbsp;Then we finally got the right directions and got there. &amp;nbsp;We took group pictures then got on the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;The bus ride was crazy. &amp;nbsp;It was loud and everyone was singing. &amp;nbsp;People were on the pole ;D &amp;nbsp;We had to play the radio because we didn’t have the connector. &amp;nbsp;So when commercials came on we had to change it. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes we thought the commercial was a song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;We got to the restaurant, Kate Mantilini. &amp;nbsp;It was nice (: The place mats amused me. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany and I bonded in the bathroom then came back. &amp;nbsp;(Every dance we must go to the bathroom together at one point.) &amp;nbsp;Luke stole a paper towel from the bathroom and used Ana’s fork and butter to draw a picture on it. &amp;nbsp;He’s like you guys can’t laugh, this is serious. &amp;nbsp;She came back and he presented it to her. &amp;nbsp;It was freaking funny. &amp;nbsp;She’s just like okay.. &amp;nbsp;Aaron decided to use my plate and use butter to make a smiley face. &amp;nbsp;He kinda failed. &amp;nbsp;We ordered the Scottish Salmon! &amp;nbsp;Aaron said I should feel guilty because killed a fishie that was about to vote :( We decided it had a life and etc before this (: We paid and the check worked out in the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;We got back in the bus and this time we had to iPod connector because Leyton and Zak ran around during dinner to try to find one. &amp;nbsp;So it was loud and etc. &amp;nbsp;We got to The Kress!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;We got to take a picture of the “Red Carpet.” &amp;nbsp;We went it and it was fun (: We went to the roof for awhile. &amp;nbsp;Aaron saw people he wanted to talk to so we did. &amp;nbsp;I found Jun and Alex! &amp;nbsp;Then we went back down and danced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;After the dance, we all stood around outside waiting for everybody. &amp;nbsp;It was cold :( Then we went to wait in the bus because Ana and Luke’s stuff got mmixed up. &amp;nbsp;They came and we left. &amp;nbsp;We were trying to decided if we wanted to eat or not. &amp;nbsp;We just went to Troy and would decide there. &amp;nbsp;We blasted music. &amp;nbsp;I used Aaron’s tie to blindfold him and cover his mouth, so he couldn’t hear or talk and to&amp;nbsp;kidnap&amp;nbsp;him (: I was tired and he broke free :( They said we should just get&amp;nbsp;dropped&amp;nbsp;off somewhere random and try to find our way home. We got back and had issues deciding what to do next. &amp;nbsp;My daddy showed up, so Aaron came to my house to get picked up at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;We got to my house and I was going to cook for him but then didn’t. &amp;nbsp;I thought his daddy might show up to soon.. &amp;nbsp;I let my mommy and daddy meet him! &amp;nbsp;They talked and stuff. &amp;nbsp;Then my parents left. &amp;nbsp;So we just sat around and talked. &amp;nbsp;His daddy came. &amp;nbsp;I failed at kidnapping him, because I let him go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 10px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;I talked to my mommy and daddy. &amp;nbsp;They liked Aaron ^___^&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-4813408800303337095?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/4813408800303337095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/05/prom-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/4813408800303337095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/4813408800303337095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/05/prom-2011.html' title='Prom Takes Hollywood'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tsT_OtHMdsQ/TeM6fgBYfxI/AAAAAAAAAHg/OdTp5fvfpvw/s72-c/proof4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-6924694451518105729</id><published>2011-05-21T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T21:36:46.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pho and Prom Prep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5x6Ysn0IIHY/TdiNNJ-gsRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/REwg8leSKRg/s1600/phoandprep3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5x6Ysn0IIHY/TdiNNJ-gsRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/REwg8leSKRg/s400/phoandprep3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Driving around with Jimmy.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9lx7BbKhhU/TdiNT8xKG7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/MzQjUL-X5ZU/s1600/phoandprep4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W9lx7BbKhhU/TdiNT8xKG7I/AAAAAAAAAHY/MzQjUL-X5ZU/s400/phoandprep4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He's creepy and does Screamo for me.&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMztL-EIHSg/TdiNGFUcUoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fDv5GHoUIHc/s1600/phoanddresses2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gMztL-EIHSg/TdiNGFUcUoI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fDv5GHoUIHc/s400/phoanddresses2.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Quickly's with Michelle (:&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/-dYTUQ1sE7XE/TdiM-uJ50cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dsACSoXDrIk/s1600/phoanddresses.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYTUQ1sE7XE/TdiM-uJ50cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/dsACSoXDrIk/s400/phoanddresses.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle "asked" me to Prom, LOL.&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: justify;"&gt;On Friday, during Business Ana and I online shopped for Prom dresses. &amp;nbsp;The guys helped us! &amp;nbsp;Chris was&amp;nbsp;really&amp;nbsp;helpful and opinionated and he isn't even going, haha. &amp;nbsp;Downum was like what are you guys doing?! &amp;nbsp;(Before she thought Alex was looking at porn, so she didn't trust us.) &amp;nbsp;Then she saw what we were doing and talked about dresses with us! &amp;nbsp;She let us keep looking instead of working, HAHA. &amp;nbsp;We had to vote for employee of the week for our businesses. &amp;nbsp;I rigged Ana's business group's votes, and changed Alex and Aaron's to Ana, so Ana would win. &amp;nbsp;She won.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;During sixth, Rajvir drove Spencer, Michelle, Chaz, and I to get food. &amp;nbsp;He dropped Spencer, Michelle, and I off a t Starbucks while they went to 7/11. &amp;nbsp;Michelle got Yogurtland and then we went back. &amp;nbsp;Michelle and I bonded some. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After school, I went to get Pho with Jimmy and Pho Olivia, near Quickly's. &amp;nbsp;We ate and talked. &amp;nbsp;Sophia texted him and asked if we wanted to go to the movies. &amp;nbsp;Before that we went to meet his mom and the tux shop to get him fitted. &amp;nbsp;There were so many people there. &amp;nbsp;I saw a guy from my SAT class and he waved and smiled at me! &amp;nbsp;I didn't think he'd recognize me cause I sat behind him, haha. &amp;nbsp;We got him fitted and went to pick up Sophia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We got to her house and just walked in on her changing. &amp;nbsp;She's like learn how to knock! &amp;nbsp;We sat around some and got ready to go to Birch. &amp;nbsp;We&amp;nbsp;convinced&amp;nbsp;her that he got a white tux, white shoes, and hot pink vest and tie. &amp;nbsp;She was scared and like I hope you guys are kidding.. &amp;nbsp;We got to the movies and got our tickets then she wanted &amp;nbsp;to eat. &amp;nbsp;We just sat there and said we're going to The Hat after. &amp;nbsp;She's like you have to go to my dad's&amp;nbsp;restaurant! &amp;nbsp;But we're like NAHH. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to see Priest. &amp;nbsp;It was weird.. &amp;nbsp;I was freaking tired too.. &amp;nbsp;After we left and were going to go to The Hat but thought it might be closed, so we went to Panda Express. &amp;nbsp;We ate then went to Jimmy's. &amp;nbsp;We shunned her and then loved her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday, I woke up really early and wondered if my mom was home to go shop but I fell asleep instead. &amp;nbsp;Then I woke up really late. &amp;nbsp;I ate and got ready to go. &amp;nbsp;My mom took me to South Coast Plaza to go Prom dress shopping. &amp;nbsp;We looked around but there was nothing I liked. &amp;nbsp;I didn't try on much because I didn't even like them enough to try on. &amp;nbsp;Then we went to Fashion Island. &amp;nbsp;I tried on more there and found a dress I kinda liked. &amp;nbsp;I tried it then wanted to go see the store at South Coast Plaza that is that brand's store. &amp;nbsp;We bought it just in case and then went back to South Coast. &amp;nbsp;We found the store and tried on a bunch of dresses. &amp;nbsp;I bought one! &amp;nbsp;It was like what I had in mind before I went shopping! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We returned the other dress at the same store but at South Coast. &amp;nbsp;On the way home, my mom was really tired and I was sucking up to her for spending six hours shopping with me. &amp;nbsp;She bought a pizza and we came home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-6924694451518105729?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/6924694451518105729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/05/pho-and-prom-prep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/6924694451518105729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/6924694451518105729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/05/pho-and-prom-prep.html' title='Pho and Prom Prep'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5x6Ysn0IIHY/TdiNNJ-gsRI/AAAAAAAAAHU/REwg8leSKRg/s72-c/phoandprep3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-1585970118526239628</id><published>2011-05-07T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T15:37:00.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fig1nGHRfoY/TcXF_0T0CTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uSeTwzUAKS8/s1600/goodday4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fig1nGHRfoY/TcXF_0T0CTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uSeTwzUAKS8/s400/goodday4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The flowers I bought for my mommy.&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/-2-c85fhe8OU/TcXFwjhr3XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dTu7s2NXZBM/s1600/goodday2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2-c85fhe8OU/TcXFwjhr3XI/AAAAAAAAAHA/dTu7s2NXZBM/s400/goodday2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Waiting at the bus stop.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUfXa5Hf7f4/TcXF5rNBvcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A9CgoGUD2Pk/s1600/goodday3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MUfXa5Hf7f4/TcXF5rNBvcI/AAAAAAAAAHE/A9CgoGUD2Pk/s400/goodday3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's weird.&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/-UVDp91YDF2g/TcXFoNKjliI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NDCTJSheIrA/s1600/goodday.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UVDp91YDF2g/TcXFoNKjliI/AAAAAAAAAG8/NDCTJSheIrA/s400/goodday.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tiffany saw how our clothes were and said we should take a picture.&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: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I had a really good day. &amp;nbsp;During first, I checked my SAT practice test score and I got a twelve on the essay ^__^ I was really happy. &amp;nbsp;Connie decided I need to be complimented more, so we complimented each other during second. &amp;nbsp;I actually figured out what's going on in math and chem! &amp;nbsp;Fifth period I just sat around with Brenden, Jake, and Michelle. &amp;nbsp;We talked and played games. &amp;nbsp;I talked to David during sixth. &amp;nbsp;I tried to make things awkward but it didn't work. &amp;nbsp;He just went with whatever I did or said. &amp;nbsp;Michelle and Anthony came and watched the swimmers warm-up. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After school,&amp;nbsp;I went to the mall with Tiffany. &amp;nbsp;We went to go find Mothers' Day gifts and her sister's birthday gift. &amp;nbsp;We looked some then went to Nordstroms and started to try things on. &amp;nbsp;We went from not wanting to shop to buying everything. &amp;nbsp;I got three shirts but I'm going to return one. &amp;nbsp;We went to another store and I got lip gloss and key lanyard. &amp;nbsp;The lip gloss smells really good. &amp;nbsp;We tried to look for a vase for Mommy Ju, but couldn't find one. &amp;nbsp;Then we just went to TGI Fridays. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany was extremely happy about the two for twenty deal. &amp;nbsp;We ate shrimp cocktail and a&amp;nbsp;magician&amp;nbsp;did tricks for us! &amp;nbsp;At my house, we just sat around and talked. &amp;nbsp;We looked at clothes online.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Today, I took the actual SAT. &amp;nbsp;I saw David, Edison, Eric, Sean, and Eric. &amp;nbsp;I attacked David and tried to trip Edison. &amp;nbsp;It was eh. &amp;nbsp;My parents picked up The Hat but I didn't feel like eating that. &amp;nbsp;After my dad finished we went to Niko Niko and got Mommy Ju a gift card then picked up Tiffany. &amp;nbsp;I drove us to David's house. &amp;nbsp;Daniel comes out asking who it is in a really weird way. &amp;nbsp;Mommy came out and we handed her the flowers and gift card. &amp;nbsp;She was happy! &amp;nbsp;Lauren gave us hugs and we went to say hi to David. &amp;nbsp;He ignored us :( We had to go and so did they. &amp;nbsp;David gave me a makeup hug for ignoring us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;On the way home, we stopped at a florist and bought flowers for our mommies. &amp;nbsp;We bought these ones with roses, carnations, and fillers. &amp;nbsp;They are pretty. &amp;nbsp;We dropped Tiffany off at her house and came home. &amp;nbsp;I surprised my mommy. &amp;nbsp;She was confused at first but then she was happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-1585970118526239628?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/1585970118526239628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/1585970118526239628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/1585970118526239628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/05/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fig1nGHRfoY/TcXF_0T0CTI/AAAAAAAAAHI/uSeTwzUAKS8/s72-c/goodday4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-1554270802974603458</id><published>2011-05-04T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:12:00.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filming Day One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbNVgVibN6Y/TcIul_1jy5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/kQTsKTavmAg/s1600/filmingdayone+%25281%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbNVgVibN6Y/TcIul_1jy5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/kQTsKTavmAg/s400/filmingdayone+%25281%2529.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was preparing for the movie by eating food, so we can have the wrappers as trash.&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/-XqDT7NtS0MM/TcIuty5AeGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ain_GBeroIQ/s1600/filmingdayone+%25282%2529.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XqDT7NtS0MM/TcIuty5AeGI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ain_GBeroIQ/s400/filmingdayone+%25282%2529.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;More food that we ate and money to buy more food.&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: justify;"&gt;During fourth, we were suppose to start working on the video project. &amp;nbsp;But instead, Grace and I went to see what we brought and ate. &amp;nbsp;We had to eat because we needed the wrappers as trash for our video, so we did work. &amp;nbsp;She gave me a piggyback ride down the breezeway and to Alex. &amp;nbsp;He didn't want us there, but Michelle loves us. &amp;nbsp;Then we went to visit the dancers. &amp;nbsp;We went back and ate more, then left again. &amp;nbsp;We got more food. &amp;nbsp;I left Grace and sat with Mindy and Jennifer. &amp;nbsp;I scared Mindy because I was sneaky. &amp;nbsp;Then I went back and Grace didn't love me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After school we started to film. &amp;nbsp;Brenden, Daniel, and Rick just fail at listening. &amp;nbsp;Brenden and Daniel were trying to get the lines, but kept messing around. &amp;nbsp;Rick was just sitting there being a distraction. &amp;nbsp;Then Faiz, Kevin, and Jason came and left. &amp;nbsp;It took forever to get started. &amp;nbsp;We filmed the friend scene then tried the breakup scene but PSST started practicing. &amp;nbsp;We went to find somewhere quieter, but the band was playing. &amp;nbsp;The school just hates us. &amp;nbsp;We filmed by the pool. &amp;nbsp;Brenden and I did the break up scene after like a million tried. &amp;nbsp;Brenden and Daniel kept laughing and singing. &amp;nbsp;They wanted to make it a Korean Drama -__- Brenden walk funny apparently. &amp;nbsp;I saw Mommy Ju and said hi. &amp;nbsp;Brenden and Grace were confused if it was my real mom. &amp;nbsp;Daniel was like it's David's mom. &amp;nbsp;I came back, we tried again. &amp;nbsp;We finally got it! &amp;nbsp;Then we moved to go film the makeup scene. &amp;nbsp;This one guy was going to help us, but then we found a way to do it without him. &amp;nbsp;Then Brenden and Daniel did the first part of the scene. &amp;nbsp;Brenden is suppose to call my name, but he decided I'm Shaniqua.. &amp;nbsp;We messed around a lot. &amp;nbsp;Daniel had to leave. &amp;nbsp;Then another girl, Grace, came out of review and filmed for us because Grace needed to be in the scene. &amp;nbsp;Brenden had to sit between us and push her out of the way. &amp;nbsp;It took awhile because of weird reasons. &amp;nbsp;We had to pause after, but he would start talking. &amp;nbsp;Then we decided to finish filming another day cause it was already five.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-1554270802974603458?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/1554270802974603458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/05/filming-day-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/1554270802974603458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/1554270802974603458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/05/filming-day-one.html' title='Filming Day One'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qbNVgVibN6Y/TcIul_1jy5I/AAAAAAAAAG0/kQTsKTavmAg/s72-c/filmingdayone+%25281%2529.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-8292115015746345947</id><published>2011-05-02T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T19:04:23.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PNjnrhhXjg/Tb9id_VRR9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/14M75-kiCWU/s1600/fatday.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PNjnrhhXjg/Tb9id_VRR9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/14M75-kiCWU/s400/fatday.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Super cup Boba, Popcorn Chicken, and Brenden's watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I freaking love Brenden Eum. &amp;nbsp;During fifth we decided we're hungry and are going to go eat after school. &amp;nbsp;I got shotgun (: We stopped at Quickly's cause other people wanted a ride there. &amp;nbsp;So we got Boba and Popcorn Chicken. &amp;nbsp;After sitting with them for awhile, he asks me if I want Spam Musabi. &amp;nbsp;So of course I say yes. &amp;nbsp;Then he drives us to L&amp;amp;L. &amp;nbsp;We got Spam Musabi while finishing what we got from Quickly's. &amp;nbsp;We just talked and bonded. &amp;nbsp;We had freaking weird conversations. &amp;nbsp;I had to leave. &amp;nbsp;On the way home, I realized I had his watch still. &amp;nbsp;Then I realized he has my binder and jacket. &amp;nbsp;We aren't very smart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-8292115015746345947?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/8292115015746345947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/05/food-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/8292115015746345947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/8292115015746345947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/05/food-day.html' title='Food Day'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PNjnrhhXjg/Tb9id_VRR9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/14M75-kiCWU/s72-c/fatday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-5037480594765581153</id><published>2011-04-30T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T23:15:38.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sliders and Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZuF39QysZA/Tbz4EWjWjwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oH5sHVSzBrw/s1600/slidersandflowers1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZuF39QysZA/Tbz4EWjWjwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oH5sHVSzBrw/s400/slidersandflowers1.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite one is the bottom left-hand corner.&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: justify;"&gt;This morning I woke up and went to go take my last practice SAT. &amp;nbsp;I'm really scared because I thought the math sections were really easy. &amp;nbsp;During the test, I noticed how badly I need to trim my bangs. &amp;nbsp;This one passage I was like I give up. &amp;nbsp;After that section, the guy behind me said to the other guy, "That passage was brutal. &amp;nbsp;I just gave up after the first column." &amp;nbsp;It was about some Greek thing or whatever. &amp;nbsp;Everyone around me just gave up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;After the test my cousin and her boyfriend picked me up, because my parents ditched me. &amp;nbsp;Henry took us to Sliders. &amp;nbsp;You can customize your burger and stuff. &amp;nbsp;Jessie was highly amused with the lemonade mixers. &amp;nbsp;Henry showed me a video of a car like snowboarding, I guess you can say. &amp;nbsp;The burgers were huge and hard to eat. &amp;nbsp;They tasted okay. &amp;nbsp;I liked the fried macaroni and cheese!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;They dropped me off at home and I sat around some. &amp;nbsp;Later, I went to the nursery with my mom so she could look at flowers. &amp;nbsp;She had me drive, and she's the most annoying person to drive. &amp;nbsp;She criticized me looking at the next lane, when I had to move over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;The nursery wasn't that bad, but then I learned there was a whole other section. &amp;nbsp;In that section I just sat around because I felt dead. &amp;nbsp;I sat inside after.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Target. &amp;nbsp;We bought random things. &amp;nbsp;I finally got this nail polish color that I have been wanting. &amp;nbsp;It's taupe. &amp;nbsp;My mom said it's ugly. &amp;nbsp;She got some purple/reddish color. &amp;nbsp;I got berry flavored cough drops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We stopped for Boba then finally went home. &amp;nbsp;It was only then my mom realized that I'm sick, even though I told her before we left. &amp;nbsp;I painted my nails. &amp;nbsp;She said it looks prettier on and isn't that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;When I'm sick, I can't have things messy because it stresses me out and makes me impatient. &amp;nbsp;So I cleaned my room really, really well. &amp;nbsp;It's usually clean, but this time I cleaned my closet. &amp;nbsp;It's so sad to look in there and see so much but yet find nothing to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I remembered and trimmed my bangs. &amp;nbsp;Then got a box of Kleenex and took pills. &amp;nbsp;I think I'll watch What Happens in Vegas for the millionth time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-5037480594765581153?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/5037480594765581153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/sliders-and-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/5037480594765581153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/5037480594765581153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/sliders-and-flowers.html' title='Sliders and Flowers'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3ZuF39QysZA/Tbz4EWjWjwI/AAAAAAAAAGs/oH5sHVSzBrw/s72-c/slidersandflowers1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-5443383332918728509</id><published>2011-04-23T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T13:47:24.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Karaoke Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv8tQ_Rx7aU/TbM31XjOdqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HL80QMQ7uRw/s1600/karaoke1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv8tQ_Rx7aU/TbM31XjOdqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HL80QMQ7uRw/s400/karaoke1.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jun refuses to take pictures. &amp;nbsp;Zak let's me take a million!&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/-__2DtEa6Gq8/TbM3-Krks3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/q5s5jsJ6kDI/s1600/karaoke2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-__2DtEa6Gq8/TbM3-Krks3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/q5s5jsJ6kDI/s400/karaoke2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Camwhoring at Crystal's house.&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: justify;"&gt;Friday night, I went karaoking at Ziller with Crystal, Jake, Jun, Leyton, and Zak. &amp;nbsp;First I met Crystal at her house and helped her put up her mirror. &amp;nbsp;We would compliment each other then cancel it out with an insult. &amp;nbsp;We left to go meet up with the boys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;They were waiting for us outside, so we had to walk by like we don't know them because Crystal's mom was there. &amp;nbsp;When she left we went outside to see them. &amp;nbsp;We stood around for awhile and the guys checked out cars that drove by. &amp;nbsp;This creepy lady was staring at us, but mainly Jun. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We went inside and got our room. &amp;nbsp;We looked through the books and Zak came. &amp;nbsp;Everything was expensive, so we only bought Redbulls. &amp;nbsp;Leyton decided that he's coming back high one day because of the lights. &amp;nbsp;Then we finally picked a song to start with. &amp;nbsp;Jun would do some in Korean for us. &amp;nbsp;Crystal and I did Party in the USA and got a 98 on it! &amp;nbsp;We only got one 100 and forgot who it was that got it. &amp;nbsp;Later, Jake and I tried to rap and we failed, badly. &amp;nbsp;All of us did Don't Stop Believing and recorded it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Crystal's mom picked me and Crystal up. &amp;nbsp;We picked up McDonalds and went back to her house. &amp;nbsp;The cashier forgot all of Crystal's food. &amp;nbsp;Crystal was sad and stole her brother's food. &amp;nbsp;We ate and took pictures. &amp;nbsp;Then she wanted to put up the butterflies in her room. &amp;nbsp;We're both not artistic so after three butterflies we stopped and decided Gina can do it when she comes over someday. &amp;nbsp;We looked through this bag of stuff and pictures. &amp;nbsp; Then we bonded over clothes and shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-5443383332918728509?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/5443383332918728509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/karaoke-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/5443383332918728509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/5443383332918728509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/karaoke-night.html' title='Karaoke Night'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uv8tQ_Rx7aU/TbM31XjOdqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/HL80QMQ7uRw/s72-c/karaoke1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-8196855296600056788</id><published>2011-04-19T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T19:05:39.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Eating</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHF7BTUOn_E/Ta48yGfjN_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/4zhv4Vq8X78/s1600/goodeating.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHF7BTUOn_E/Ta48yGfjN_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/4zhv4Vq8X78/s400/goodeating.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Grandma on her birthday.&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/-5iPaSEl6mH4/Ta488rCYvWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/utAbFsEJfco/s1600/goodeating2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5iPaSEl6mH4/Ta488rCYvWI/AAAAAAAAAGg/utAbFsEJfco/s400/goodeating2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Kalua for dinner.&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: justify;"&gt;Lately, I've been eating really yummy food. &amp;nbsp;So yummy, that yes, I had to make a post about it. &amp;nbsp;On Sunday, I got Udon. &amp;nbsp;Monday, I got Chicken Katsu and Spam Musabi for my lunch and dinner. &amp;nbsp;Tuesday, I got Boba, spicy popcorn chicken, and Kalua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to Niko Niko on Sunday for dinner to pick up food. &amp;nbsp;The people sitting at the bar were so drunk. &amp;nbsp;They were yelling and singing Shots. &amp;nbsp;One girl got some sushi thing she really liked so she kissed the chef. &amp;nbsp;They were just weird. &amp;nbsp;My dad and I realized why everyone else was sitting outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;During sixth on Monday, Michelle ditched practice and went to go get food with me. &amp;nbsp;She wanted Chipotle, so we stopped there. &amp;nbsp;Then we walked to L&amp;amp;L Hawaiian BBQ, because I wanted that. &amp;nbsp;While we were waiting at Chipotle, we decided we wanted doughnuts too. &amp;nbsp;After we got my Katsu, we went to the doughnut shop next door. &amp;nbsp;The man was really nice! &amp;nbsp;We walked in and he was like, do you want one of everything? &amp;nbsp;So we laughed and ordered. &amp;nbsp;While ordering one, he's like do you want them all? &amp;nbsp;He was so nice! &amp;nbsp;We ate out doughnuts on the way back and were going back to school to eat the rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-8196855296600056788?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/8196855296600056788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-eating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/8196855296600056788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/8196855296600056788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/good-eating.html' title='Good Eating'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dHF7BTUOn_E/Ta48yGfjN_I/AAAAAAAAAGc/4zhv4Vq8X78/s72-c/goodeating.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-8213940387040790253</id><published>2011-04-17T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:27:59.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68GRi0L3Kuw/TautNt2qrZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZksiRvOzNYs/s1600/springbreakrecap.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="135" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68GRi0L3Kuw/TautNt2qrZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZksiRvOzNYs/s400/springbreakrecap.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She misses me (:&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: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday 4/9:&lt;/b&gt; I had a practice SAT test and went to the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday 4/10:&lt;/b&gt; Tiffany's birthday. &amp;nbsp;We went to Dimsum for lunch with Tiffany, Patric, and her cousins. &amp;nbsp;After we came back and went to Starbucks and Target. &amp;nbsp;Then the girls made cupcakes. &amp;nbsp;I played water guns with her cousins. &amp;nbsp;Then all of us watched Tangled and ate more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Monday 4/11:&lt;/b&gt; I met up with Tiffany, Rachel, and Stephanie at Target. &amp;nbsp;We played with the toys and walked to Boba. Tiffany's aunt picked up me and Tiffany and took us to Neeraj's party. &amp;nbsp;We played at the pool and park. &amp;nbsp;We went back to his house. &amp;nbsp;I fought over the bed with Ben.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tuesday 4/12:&lt;/b&gt; I went to Tiffany's house. &amp;nbsp;We got picked up by Mommy Ju. &amp;nbsp;Then we all went to get our nails done with Lauren. &amp;nbsp;David walked around the shopping center. &amp;nbsp;Then we went out to Cerritos to eat all you can eat Korean BBQ. &amp;nbsp;After she dropped us back off at Tiffany's and we just sat around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wednesday 4/13:&lt;/b&gt; My family drove out to Santa Barbara. &amp;nbsp;We went to the zoo and then the beach. &amp;nbsp;After we went to the hotel and decided where to eat. &amp;nbsp;We walked to go eat then shopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thursday 4/14:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;I shopped all day on a mile long street of stores. &amp;nbsp;I got my second ear piercing redone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday 4/15:&lt;/b&gt; We started to head home. &amp;nbsp;But we stopped at an outlet mall and shopped more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday 4/16:&lt;/b&gt; I had my last driving class. &amp;nbsp;Then we went to go eat for my grandma's birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sunday 4/17:&lt;/b&gt; I went shopping for a bikini with my mom. &amp;nbsp;We went to Puente and she liked that mall cause she found a Todai. &amp;nbsp;Then we went to Brea instead. &amp;nbsp;After we went to get plants at Home Depot and looked at Target.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-8213940387040790253?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/8213940387040790253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/8213940387040790253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/8213940387040790253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-break-recap.html' title='Spring Break Recap'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68GRi0L3Kuw/TautNt2qrZI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZksiRvOzNYs/s72-c/springbreakrecap.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-6052849457860521566</id><published>2011-04-15T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:44:22.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Barbara Recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KAchnPUn8M/Tak0F-EQolI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JlkaU-J3564/s1600/santabarbararecap.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KAchnPUn8M/Tak0F-EQolI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JlkaU-J3564/s400/santabarbararecap.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Top left: Capybaras. &amp;nbsp;Top right: Elephants.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom left: Penguins. &amp;nbsp;Bottom right: Giraffes.&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: justify;"&gt;Wednesday through Friday I was in Santa Barbara with my mom and dad. &amp;nbsp;We really didn't do that much but I am really tired. &amp;nbsp;Wednesday, we went to the Santa Barbara Zoo. &amp;nbsp;My mom really likes animals, so she wanted to go. &amp;nbsp;My dad and I just kinda went with it. &amp;nbsp;I decided to get involved and take the pictures! &amp;nbsp;After that we drove to the beach. &amp;nbsp;On the way, my grandma called me. &amp;nbsp;It was really weird because I didn't know she even had my number and she never called me before. &amp;nbsp;Anyways, we got to the beach. &amp;nbsp;I just laid around. My dad just kinda sat there and waited for me and my mom to stop being lazy. &amp;nbsp;I stole a rock to give to Grace. &amp;nbsp;We left and went to the hotel. &amp;nbsp;After awhile, we decided where to eat and walked there. &amp;nbsp;They had yummy bread and big portions. &amp;nbsp;The half sized portions were huge. &amp;nbsp;It made us wonder what the full sized portions were like. &amp;nbsp;I drew on the paper and wrote compliments for whoever ends up cleaning the table. &amp;nbsp;After that we went to shop some. &amp;nbsp;We didn't find anything. &amp;nbsp;We got Starbucks and went back to the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Thursday, my parents woke me up early. &amp;nbsp;We went shopping for the whole day. &amp;nbsp;The street was a mile long with branches and it was all stores and food! &amp;nbsp;My dad had a lot of fun. &amp;nbsp;I barely bought anything for how long the street was. &amp;nbsp;I only bought three things. &amp;nbsp;It's weird cause they had a lot of stores I like. &amp;nbsp;The Forever 21 was three stories and I didn't buy anything. &amp;nbsp;I redid my second piercing and bought earrings and a shirt. &amp;nbsp;We bought something to send my sister since she couldn't come. &amp;nbsp;After walking probably four miles we went back to the hotel then went out to eat. &amp;nbsp;We went to Yogurtland after dinner. &amp;nbsp;While walking back to the hotel a homeless man with another guy and dog asked for donations and leftovers from people. &amp;nbsp;My mom gave him her leftovers. &amp;nbsp;Later, she said she hope they give some to the dog. &amp;nbsp;(Santa Barbara is filled with homeless people.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Friday morning we woke up and left. &amp;nbsp;On the way home we stopped at an outlet mall. &amp;nbsp;It was really big. &amp;nbsp;We all bought something! &amp;nbsp;My dad got shoes. &amp;nbsp;My mom got mini bowls. &amp;nbsp;I got two shirts! &amp;nbsp;It was the most successful shopping day of our vacations. &amp;nbsp;We ate there. &amp;nbsp;I got Boba but it wasn't that good. &amp;nbsp;Then we headed back home. &amp;nbsp;I went to my room and knocked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-6052849457860521566?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/6052849457860521566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/santa-barbara-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/6052849457860521566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/6052849457860521566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/santa-barbara-recap.html' title='Santa Barbara Recap'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--KAchnPUn8M/Tak0F-EQolI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JlkaU-J3564/s72-c/santabarbararecap.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-8494471318612634150</id><published>2011-04-15T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T22:49:46.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunions and Parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht6saSj13XI/Tako44Gx6TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qsZ1hb5huys/s1600/reunionsandparties.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht6saSj13XI/Tako44Gx6TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qsZ1hb5huys/s400/reunionsandparties.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Met up with Jr High friends.&amp;nbsp;&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/-z9656GDZiTI/TakpD2_qTqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3TobXzoeuYM/s1600/reunionsandparties2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9656GDZiTI/TakpD2_qTqI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3TobXzoeuYM/s400/reunionsandparties2.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's no secret that she loves me &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O6-0L2he_Ck/Takt3Ylwv-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/XnMyw3g5Tvw/s1600/reunionsandparties3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O6-0L2he_Ck/Takt3Ylwv-I/AAAAAAAAAGM/XnMyw3g5Tvw/s400/reunionsandparties3.png" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's like a spiderweb and it hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On Tuesday, I met up with some of my old Jr High friends and Tiffany. &amp;nbsp;I missed Jamba Juice cause I showed up late. &amp;nbsp;So I met them at Target. &amp;nbsp;I kept playing with the Wack-a-Mole. &amp;nbsp;Every time I did they took it away from me :( &amp;nbsp;They think I have too much anger and frustration to play with it without breaking it. &amp;nbsp;Which was probably true. &amp;nbsp;But I kept sneaking over there to hit it and every time Stephanie came and took it away from me. &amp;nbsp;Then I found Bop-it and played with that. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany, Rachel, and I kept playing with them. &amp;nbsp;Rachel got the highest score. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany got the lowest. &amp;nbsp;Then we left and went to get Boba. &amp;nbsp;Rachel tasted my Boba and didn't like it. &amp;nbsp;We just sat around and talked. &amp;nbsp;We camwhored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tiffany's aunt picked up me and Tiffany to go to Neeraj's party. &amp;nbsp;We got there and I hated Tiffany. &amp;nbsp;Eventually we all went to the party and pool. &amp;nbsp;I swung on the swings! &amp;nbsp;The higher I got the more it hurt.. &amp;nbsp;The seat was too small. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany, Katie, and I just sat near the water and talked. &amp;nbsp;Then we went out to the park again. &amp;nbsp;We took pictures and then went back to the swings. &amp;nbsp;I made a sandcastle. &amp;nbsp;It was getting dark so we all headed back to Neeraj's house. &amp;nbsp;Julian Xu gave me a piggyback ride back! &amp;nbsp;He wanted to race with Ben. &amp;nbsp;We won! &amp;nbsp;Ben said it's cause Tiffany is too fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was tired and just sat and laid on his bed. &amp;nbsp;Then Ben came and tried to claim the bed. &amp;nbsp;We fought over it. &amp;nbsp;He's fat and wouldn't move. &amp;nbsp;He kept poking me and said it wasn't his finger. &amp;nbsp;I'm like you're stupid. &amp;nbsp;We kept bugging each other. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany and Katie came. &amp;nbsp;We all just sat on top of him. &amp;nbsp;Then the bed broke, so we all got off and pretended we were never on there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We ate dinner and sat around and talked. &amp;nbsp;It was time to leave. &amp;nbsp;So we all gave Ben hugs. &amp;nbsp;I made him get up and give me a hug! &amp;nbsp;It's an accomplishment worth mentioning cause he's so damn fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We dropped off Katie. &amp;nbsp;Then I sat around Tiffany's for awhile. &amp;nbsp;We talked and somewhat bonded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-8494471318612634150?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/8494471318612634150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/reunions-and-parties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/8494471318612634150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/8494471318612634150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/reunions-and-parties.html' title='Reunions and Parties'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht6saSj13XI/Tako44Gx6TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/qsZ1hb5huys/s72-c/reunionsandparties.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-9067768072209988174</id><published>2011-04-11T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:46:58.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiffany's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WupLUiecuM/TaNUzmPhKsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/d8mdsrgzjYU/s1600/tiffanysbirthday.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8WupLUiecuM/TaNUzmPhKsI/AAAAAAAAAFw/d8mdsrgzjYU/s400/tiffanysbirthday.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My birthday present to Tiffany on the left and her present to me on the right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Oh and Edison helped pay for both.)&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/-VCDeFQULaJM/TaNU_0-EctI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Cn5mz9LtHyo/s1600/tiffanysbirthday3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VCDeFQULaJM/TaNU_0-EctI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Cn5mz9LtHyo/s400/tiffanysbirthday3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dim sum for Tiffany's birthday lunch.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSYQpnmDtRw/TaNWbWbifYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fJwfW3JPTnw/s1600/tiffanysbirthday5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vSYQpnmDtRw/TaNWbWbifYI/AAAAAAAAAGA/fJwfW3JPTnw/s400/tiffanysbirthday5.png" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I bonded with her cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFkRod-WAW0/TaNU5kV5ucI/AAAAAAAAAF0/r1eYdmv3krg/s1600/tiffanysbirthday2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFkRod-WAW0/TaNU5kV5ucI/AAAAAAAAAF0/r1eYdmv3krg/s400/tiffanysbirthday2.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Patric drinking hot tea in a plastic cup with a straw because we didn't let him drink the tea with a straw in the teacup.&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOudlpHvNes/TaNVCqpmUXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ViSmdn7rb08/s1600/tiffanysbirthday4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOudlpHvNes/TaNVCqpmUXI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ViSmdn7rb08/s400/tiffanysbirthday4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made paper worms with Sophie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I woke up around 8:30am because my phone went off. &amp;nbsp;I decided to stay up to get things done. &amp;nbsp;So I took a shower and ate. &amp;nbsp;Later, I went to the mall to go buy her jumbo Mickey Mouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was walking through this one store to get to the Disney Store and I saw shorts. &amp;nbsp;I was like those are the kind I've been looking for. &amp;nbsp;So I ended up trying them on and buying them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I was waiting I was looking at the mini stuffed animals. &amp;nbsp;If you spent thirty you could get one for five. &amp;nbsp;They were originally like fifteen. &amp;nbsp;I really wanted one cause they were so cheap. &amp;nbsp;Then I was like no and walked away. &amp;nbsp;I thought to myself if they offer it to me at the counter I'm screwed. &amp;nbsp;So they decided to offer it to me at the counter. &amp;nbsp;He's like want me to ring it up to see how much it is? &amp;nbsp;I said okay and he did. &amp;nbsp;He picked out the one I wanted too. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't fair.. &amp;nbsp;They got me when I was vulnerable. &amp;nbsp;So yes, I ended up buying a bunny from Bambi. &amp;nbsp;She has a pink bow! &amp;nbsp;The mall was just too tempting..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got back home and got ready. &amp;nbsp;I left for Tiffany's. &amp;nbsp;When I got to her house we left to Dim Sum. &amp;nbsp;Patric tried to do a magic trick. &amp;nbsp;I was a very involved audience member and messed up his trick. &amp;nbsp;He tried to cover it up by picking out cards and saying these aren't your card. &amp;nbsp;He put the one we picked in that pile. &amp;nbsp;Then we laughed and he's like it is in the pile huh? &amp;nbsp;It was the one on top so I turned it to him and was like was this our card? &amp;nbsp;He decided we're mean. &amp;nbsp;He tried to do it again with just me but I don't listen very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We decided to look at the Asian Market next door while we waited. &amp;nbsp;We found a bunch of yummy food. &amp;nbsp;Patric was amused with all the food and was like I should buy this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went back to the restaurant and ate. &amp;nbsp;Patric wanted to use a straw to drink the tea out of. &amp;nbsp;We were like no don't be stupid. &amp;nbsp;Later, he just dumped it in the plastic cup and drank it that way. &amp;nbsp;I shut up and eat. &amp;nbsp;Patric questions everything. &amp;nbsp;I made paper worms with Sophie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After we had Patric drive us to Starbucks and Target. &amp;nbsp;He only did it because it was Tiffany's birthday. &amp;nbsp;At Target, we bought all the cheap mixes to make cupcakes. &amp;nbsp;Everything was on sale! &amp;nbsp;We also bought Tangled to watch. &amp;nbsp;Patric is a horrible parker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At her house we made cupcakes. &amp;nbsp;I mixed it. &amp;nbsp;Sophie and Tiffany scooped it into the paper cups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I played outside with Sophie and Amber. &amp;nbsp;(Tiffany's little cousins) &amp;nbsp;They liked playing with water. &amp;nbsp;I helped Amber fill the water shooter. &amp;nbsp;Then shot it out for her. &amp;nbsp;Sophie kept making it rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went back inside and we all watched Tangled. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany and I frosted the cupcakes. &amp;nbsp;Then dinner was ready. &amp;nbsp;Amber came and wanted up. &amp;nbsp;So I picked her up and fed her the broth of the soup. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany is like you're really good with little kids. &amp;nbsp;I said people don't expect that. &amp;nbsp;She said it's because I have no patience for other people. &amp;nbsp;Which is very true.. &amp;nbsp;Amber decided to feed herself using the oyster shell and using that as a spoon. &amp;nbsp;She's very messy. &amp;nbsp;I fed her again and then she got down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We hung out in Tiffany's room. &amp;nbsp;Patric left. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany and I went on Tumblr. &amp;nbsp;We looked at stuff and bonded. &amp;nbsp;Then I went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-9067768072209988174?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/9067768072209988174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-5227317448868384143</id><published>2011-04-06T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:06:12.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress and Countdowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYGIDrmEX4Q/TZ1C3niDsZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ickq8Gd_vI8/s1600/stress2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yYGIDrmEX4Q/TZ1C3niDsZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Ickq8Gd_vI8/s400/stress2.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michelle and I camwhoring in Spanish.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FuVZURIb5E/TZ1CwjMQsGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4MjCsNuoZ6g/s1600/stress.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1FuVZURIb5E/TZ1CwjMQsGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4MjCsNuoZ6g/s400/stress.png" style="cursor: move;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're attractive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This week just, well, sucks. &amp;nbsp;It's the week before Spring Break and time is barely passing. &amp;nbsp;All day it felt later than Wednesday, maybe Thursday. &amp;nbsp;I actually don't have many test. &amp;nbsp;I only have one test. &amp;nbsp;But my grade is dying ever since I met Grace. &amp;nbsp;I don't even sit by her! &amp;nbsp;We sit across the room but we have a direct view of each other. &amp;nbsp;We'd be better off sitting next to each other and talking than us just staring at each other. &amp;nbsp;I really want to pass the test with an A but I don't know what will happen..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Julian is out sick so during sixth I've going to see David. &amp;nbsp;Which isn't bad, it's just abnormal. &amp;nbsp;Today, David tried to help me study but he was doubtful about what he was saying. &amp;nbsp;He had to go get ready to swim, so I went to see if my teacher was still there. &amp;nbsp;He wasn't. &amp;nbsp;I decided to go to my locker but I found Spencer instead and talked to him. &amp;nbsp;Grace came and stole my stuff. &amp;nbsp;I went to Avendanos to study with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jason was going to come visit after school but my dad was being dumb and told me I had to come home. &amp;nbsp;Cindy, Alex, and I harassed Daniel instead. &amp;nbsp;Daniel hates us but I think he actually loves us. &amp;nbsp;He walked me out even though he was like I hate you the whole time. &amp;nbsp;He's been walking me everywhere this week. &amp;nbsp;I guess because Julian usually walks me everywhere and since Julian is out sick Daniel is walking me everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Two more days until Spring Break..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-5227317448868384143?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/5227317448868384143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/04/stress-and-countdowns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/5227317448868384143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h71zyT9c81E/TZQNOWlr6XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mW_YMRe3ZJM/s1600/worstweekever.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-h71zyT9c81E/TZQNOWlr6XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/mW_YMRe3ZJM/s400/worstweekever.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My car handle broke.&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: justify;"&gt;I hate this week with a passionate,&amp;nbsp;fiery&amp;nbsp;hate. &amp;nbsp;Today and yesterday were horrible. &amp;nbsp;Yesterday, I saw how bad my grades are. &amp;nbsp;I did horrible on my history test. &amp;nbsp;To top it off, my car handle broke when I opened the door. &amp;nbsp;This moron kid decided to pick at his scab during tutoring. &amp;nbsp;Today, the worst math test ever. &amp;nbsp;Nobody finished. &amp;nbsp;Not even the girl who asked a hundred questions per day. &amp;nbsp;Then my shoe broke during third. &amp;nbsp;For the first time in his life, Avendano decided to care if we cheat. &amp;nbsp;So he made it impossible. &amp;nbsp;I had SAT class. &amp;nbsp;I want to go bake something for someone's birthday but I don't know if I have time. &amp;nbsp;Chem test tomorrow and it's theory. &amp;nbsp;I can't do theory. &amp;nbsp;I'm deprived of sleep. &amp;nbsp;I hate this week so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-2237089749000146593?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/2237089749000146593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqzvlKh1KvI/TZFcyZZ3pGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O5codMdoqm8/s1600/jessiesbirthday2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqzvlKh1KvI/TZFcyZZ3pGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/O5codMdoqm8/s400/jessiesbirthday2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The cake was really pretty.&amp;nbsp;&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/-UnH-tdxAV2U/TZFc6z-tt1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/_kPfSg5njes/s1600/jessiesbirthday3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UnH-tdxAV2U/TZFc6z-tt1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/_kPfSg5njes/s400/jessiesbirthday3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top row: Henry (her boyfriend), Me, and Kyle (my other cousin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bottom row: Annie (her cousin), Jessie the birthday girl, and Tiffany (her other cousin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom woke me up on Sunday to tell me to get ready to go to the mall again. &amp;nbsp;But this time just me and my dad were going to buy a new iPod because mine was broken. &amp;nbsp;We got there and filled out this form to trade mine in for a discount. &amp;nbsp;The guy kept trying to unfreeze mine but I told him the button was broken. &amp;nbsp;He's figured out that was the problem. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My daddy bought me pizza because I hadn't eaten. &amp;nbsp;So I ate on the way home. &amp;nbsp;It tasted really good because I'm used to school pizza. &amp;nbsp;We got home and I set-up the iPod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We went to my cousin's house for her birthday. &amp;nbsp;I studied some like a nerd. &amp;nbsp;Then we ate. &amp;nbsp;It was really good. &amp;nbsp;I ate a lot of good food this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Afterward we played Scattergories. &amp;nbsp;I'm so good at that game. &amp;nbsp;They were telling Tiffany and Annie about my previous answers. &amp;nbsp;Annie asked me "How do you come up with so funny answers?" &amp;nbsp;We played some and then Annie wanted to be my partner. &amp;nbsp;So we played and kicked ass. &amp;nbsp;We won that game, sixty points in five rounds. &amp;nbsp;My last answer was my glory moment. &amp;nbsp;It asked for a crime that started with R. &amp;nbsp;I said Redneck hunting. &amp;nbsp;Somehow I always come up with questionable answers that people can't say is wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We left after dessert, so I could do homework. &amp;nbsp;I got home and baked brownies for Jimmy's birthday. &amp;nbsp;Then I sat around and procrastinated. &amp;nbsp;I finally took a shower and came back and kind of worked. &amp;nbsp;Instead Spencer and Jimmy kept distracting me. &amp;nbsp;But I finally finished and tried to study for history. &amp;nbsp;Instead I fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-6755308906651631575?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/6755308906651631575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/03/jessies-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/6755308906651631575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h6VVb1it3wI/TZFZk_d-UeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LhwplFi0S6s/s1600/errandsandsuch.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h6VVb1it3wI/TZFZk_d-UeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LhwplFi0S6s/s400/errandsandsuch.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the birthday card my sister made me. &amp;nbsp;She painted it and&amp;nbsp;designed&amp;nbsp;all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Saturday morning I was completely dead. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't decide if I was still tired from eating too much or because I stayed up late texting Julian. &amp;nbsp;Anyways, I went to go take a practice SAT. &amp;nbsp;I forgot my calculator like an idiot, so I didn't do as well as I could have. &amp;nbsp;We got out earlier so I waited around to get picked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They picked me up and we drove to the airport to drop off my sister. &amp;nbsp;It was her last day of Spring Break, so she was heading back up North. &amp;nbsp;They didn't make us stay there for a long time like before. &amp;nbsp;I was hungry so it worked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My mom decided she wanted to go to the mall to find my cousin a gift. &amp;nbsp;We got there and my parents got a cinnamon roll to share and I got Boba. &amp;nbsp;After I went to Victoria's Secret to look at bathing suits and such. &amp;nbsp;I took a really long time because I couldn't decide if I liked it. &amp;nbsp;I didn't get it because it was missing something and I didn't want to pay for something that didn't have all the parts to it. &amp;nbsp;But it's a really pretty bikini and I do want it. &amp;nbsp;I'm trying to decide if I need it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then I went to Forever 21. &amp;nbsp;There was a lot of new things. &amp;nbsp;While I was trying things on this annoying lady kept yelling he daughter's name. &amp;nbsp;I just wanted to tell her to shut up and maybe her kid isn't there. &amp;nbsp;Then she finally found her. &amp;nbsp;Out of the million items I tried on I only found two and bought one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I went searching for an iPod case. &amp;nbsp;I looked at three places and that's when my parents came back so they got impatient. &amp;nbsp;But I finally found one. &amp;nbsp;So we left. &amp;nbsp;We picked up In n Out on the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-3563713375153523491?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Downs.&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9WminTOyro/TZFR_D4DBfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NBZBktKc9gQ/s1600/international2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9WminTOyro/TZFR_D4DBfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/NBZBktKc9gQ/s400/international2.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We both had to finish a Double Down.&amp;nbsp;&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/-ppORcENzUns/TZFSGYk7e9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/c_3_FdzfYyU/s1600/international3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ppORcENzUns/TZFSGYk7e9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/c_3_FdzfYyU/s400/international3.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's Brenden.. I just love this boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During sixth, I went to Starbucks with Sophia. &amp;nbsp;We talked about how we wonder how Jimmy gets girls and other random things. &amp;nbsp;I got back and hung out with Mindy. &amp;nbsp;This guy thought I was Ryan's sister, so we both went up and treated him like our brother. &amp;nbsp;Except, Ryan really is Mindy's brother. &amp;nbsp;We sat around and talked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After school, I hung out with Julian. &amp;nbsp;I talked to him and Ryne. &amp;nbsp;They were talking about clubs and then we got on topic about how my sister's boyfriend is a hippie. &amp;nbsp;I walked Julian to his bus. &amp;nbsp;Then I went to go watch FUZE practice. &amp;nbsp;Jason Chen came to visit! &amp;nbsp;He drove me, Tiffany, and Mindy to the mall. &amp;nbsp;He never turned when I told him to. &amp;nbsp;I got road rage at the drive.. Shit. &amp;nbsp;We offered him food but he didn't want to stay so he left. &amp;nbsp;We shopped around. &amp;nbsp;We looked to see if they had anything to wear to Sadies. &amp;nbsp;I finally bought new sunglasses. &amp;nbsp;Then I tried on new bathing suits. &amp;nbsp;We had to leave because Jason was super nice and picked us up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We drove to In n Out. &amp;nbsp;Mindy and Tiffany went in to order. &amp;nbsp;We were going to go to the drive through but there was none. &amp;nbsp;That was the worst parking lot ever. &amp;nbsp;It was freaking small, crowded, and ridiculous. &amp;nbsp;I got road rage for Jason! &amp;nbsp;The lady was just stupid. &amp;nbsp;We ordered our food. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany dropped the drinks for the boys' as she got in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got to International Show and it was full. &amp;nbsp;They performed and we ate our food. &amp;nbsp;I liked the modern dance for Korean Club and PSST. &amp;nbsp;FUZE was better than I thought they would be. &amp;nbsp;Mindy and I got bored during some of the show, but we lived. &amp;nbsp;Tiffany threw something at us and spilled another drink. &amp;nbsp;It wasn't her day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the show, we decided to go eat again. &amp;nbsp;Jason drove me and Cindy. &amp;nbsp;We waited for the others and got Yogurtland. &amp;nbsp;Then they decided to go across the street to Pieology. &amp;nbsp;Daniel and I went next door to get Double Downs from KFC. &amp;nbsp;He bought it as my late birthday present. &amp;nbsp;We both had to finish it. &amp;nbsp;He cheated and had people help him. &amp;nbsp;But I ate it all by myself. &amp;nbsp;We felt the heartburn and tiredness. &amp;nbsp;We sat on the couch dying. &amp;nbsp;There was something spicy that made it harder to eat. &amp;nbsp;I finished then continued to die on the couch. &amp;nbsp;When I couldn't die on the couch, Brenden's shoulder became my pillow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-7570657013893489827?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/7570657013893489827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/03/international-show-and-double-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/7570657013893489827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/7570657013893489827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/03/international-show-and-double-downs.html' title='International Show and Double Downs'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QaN6s2NqA2g/TZFSy59zIAI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HJpvzbHCnXM/s72-c/international+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-576634572137934886</id><published>2011-03-24T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T23:23:23.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking Julian to Sadies</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;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cpB3QAoaYkg/TYwuzxuelLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tvnj0UZgj1s/s1600/sadies2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cpB3QAoaYkg/TYwuzxuelLI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tvnj0UZgj1s/s400/sadies2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-npQUbAZYDnw/TYwuixodzQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oZd3STrFikU/s1600/sadies.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-npQUbAZYDnw/TYwuixodzQI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oZd3STrFikU/s400/sadies.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Left: The cover of the pizza box designed like Toy Story 3 movie poster.&lt;br /&gt;Center: The inside flap. &amp;nbsp;It reads, "I may not be a leader like Woody. &amp;nbsp;I may not be brave like Buzz. &amp;nbsp;I may not be tough like Jessie. &amp;nbsp;But, I will be your Barbie.. if you'll be my Ken."&lt;br /&gt;Right: The cookie that he was able to break within a hour.&lt;br /&gt;Not pictured: Bucket of Toy Story's toy soldiers and a stuffed flower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chris and I left first early to go deliver the cookie and stuff to Julian. &amp;nbsp;Chris walked in and Avendano was like REALLY JULIAN?! &amp;nbsp;He gave him the cookie and bucket of the toy&amp;nbsp;soldiers. &amp;nbsp;Then Julian came out to see me. &amp;nbsp;I held out a stuffed flower and said, &lt;i&gt;Will you go to Sadies with me?&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He said yes and the people that were watching went AWWWW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wasn't inside but this is what I was told that happened.. &amp;nbsp;Avendano made fun of Chris and said it's cute he's asking Julian to Sadies. &amp;nbsp;Julian was sleeping, so he got woken up. &amp;nbsp;He was really confused and then Chris gave him the stuff and was like go outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-576634572137934886?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/576634572137934886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/03/asking-julian-to-sadies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/576634572137934886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_eDdoCTwdFE/TYwrNexBYJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fn_b-vIm_34/s1600/cvs2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_eDdoCTwdFE/TYwrNexBYJI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Fn_b-vIm_34/s400/cvs2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I went to CVS with Mindy during sixth. &amp;nbsp;We were going to find stuff for me to use to ask Julian to Sadies. &amp;nbsp;We looked and everything Toy Story was too much money, so we gave up. &amp;nbsp;Instead we found these Hello Kitty dolls and bought them instead. &amp;nbsp;I also bought Tic Tacs to give to Julian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got back to Troy and went to Tennis to show off our Hello Kitty. &amp;nbsp;Julian was sitting on the bench. &amp;nbsp;He didn't feel well. &amp;nbsp;He left to feel better and we sat there and talked. &amp;nbsp;We decided it was smart for me to buy the Tic Tacs in case he got really sick. &amp;nbsp;I went to go buy him more water and we found him again. &amp;nbsp;He went to get his stuff and we all left. &amp;nbsp;Mindy left us and we sat at this bench. &amp;nbsp;I gave him the water and Tic Tacs. &amp;nbsp;We bonded until we had to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My dad and I went to&amp;nbsp;Giovanni&amp;nbsp;for a pizza box. &amp;nbsp;Then we went Target to go find things for me to use to ask. &amp;nbsp;I took a long time and he got impatient. &amp;nbsp;Then I finally decided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had the first class of SAT. &amp;nbsp;It's all Sonora kids and then me and three Sunny Hills kids. &amp;nbsp;I met this girl named Liz. &amp;nbsp;We're the only girls in the class. &amp;nbsp;We went to watch basketball during the breaks. &amp;nbsp;The teacher had us do some name game. &amp;nbsp;Then we finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got home and my sister wanted to celebrate my birthday cause she wasn't here when we ate and stuff. &amp;nbsp;So they bought me a cake and we ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Later, I decided to finally get ready to ask Julian to Sadies. &amp;nbsp;I baked the cookie and got the other stuff. &amp;nbsp;It was late so I went to bed when my sister finished helping me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-3831358168278941712?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/3831358168278941712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/03/cvs-sat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/3831358168278941712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/3831358168278941712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/03/cvs-sat.html' title='CVS &amp; SAT'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z-z51_WGBBY/TYwq46GT5-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/z3W44_NH_OM/s72-c/cvs.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-2322214559344641627</id><published>2011-03-22T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:03:07.059-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister Comes Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0ttaSB1FWGw/TYl7H3_5xjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n_ZROZNJb-c/s1600/sisterhome.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0ttaSB1FWGw/TYl7H3_5xjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n_ZROZNJb-c/s400/sisterhome.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was highly amused with the random tomato just plopped in the middle of the salad. &amp;nbsp;It was just one tomato sitting there awkwardly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rzgRtGyWtRA/TYl7MU51lyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uit-VAUXLsU/s1600/sisterhome2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-rzgRtGyWtRA/TYl7MU51lyI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uit-VAUXLsU/s400/sisterhome2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;restaurant&amp;nbsp;just provided amusement for me. &amp;nbsp;The flag amused me also. &amp;nbsp;I don't know why but it did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, my sister came home for Spring Break. &amp;nbsp;I fell asleep early so we didn't do anything. &amp;nbsp;But today, she wanted Mexican food because, according to her, they don't have Mexican food in Northern California. &amp;nbsp;I got fish and it tasted nasty. &amp;nbsp;It tasted like the ocean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I watched Tangled during first and second. &amp;nbsp;Everyone kept going, is that Tangled?! &amp;nbsp;I tried watching during third but Mason hates me and made me pass out papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was the first day of International Week. &amp;nbsp;So I dragged Grace with me to find food and boba. &amp;nbsp;Then she left me and I found Jun. &amp;nbsp;He bought me food as a late birthday present. &amp;nbsp;It made me happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;During sixth, I did homework with Julian again. &amp;nbsp;He kept stealing my book, so I would have to think and not use the book. &amp;nbsp;I was like I didn't read it yet. &amp;nbsp;He didn't care. &amp;nbsp;But I stole it back, after he practically fought me for it. &amp;nbsp;I like it when he ditches Tennis. &amp;nbsp;It means I get to hang out with him during sixth AND he walks me to my car (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-2322214559344641627?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/2322214559344641627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/03/sister-comes-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/2322214559344641627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/2322214559344641627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/03/sister-comes-home.html' title='Sister Comes Home'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-0ttaSB1FWGw/TYl7H3_5xjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n_ZROZNJb-c/s72-c/sisterhome.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-1524128559741143552</id><published>2011-03-20T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T13:41:57.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spanish Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_Bmr_W0i7RM/TYZgTZOK_HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1bQIoenE5JI/s1600/spanishproject.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_Bmr_W0i7RM/TYZgTZOK_HI/AAAAAAAAAEU/1bQIoenE5JI/s400/spanishproject.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We spent five minutes picking out beans. &amp;nbsp;It was hard to choose between: Pinto Beans, Black Beans, and some other random bean. &amp;nbsp;We chose Pinto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dgBM8WemX_g/TYZga-_WYfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RTX_wppjoLI/s1600/spanishproject2.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dgBM8WemX_g/TYZga-_WYfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/RTX_wppjoLI/s400/spanishproject2.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jake and Brenden are just special. &amp;nbsp;But they pushed the cart and carried stuff, so it's okay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c62uXO6CF2E/TYZgfXU2pJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6CHsAgFlwlg/s1600/spanishproject3.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-c62uXO6CF2E/TYZgfXU2pJI/AAAAAAAAAEc/6CHsAgFlwlg/s400/spanishproject3.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I did Koala to Brenden. &amp;nbsp;He used to wall to be able to move and drag me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jSUsXFYROb8/TYZgkOfrSZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xesupGTZHi8/s1600/spanishproject4.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jSUsXFYROb8/TYZgkOfrSZI/AAAAAAAAAEg/xesupGTZHi8/s400/spanishproject4.png" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only picture of us cooking on here. &amp;nbsp;Actually, we aren't even cooking. &amp;nbsp;We're just pouring the meat into the container.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gvR3U5tDSNE/TYZgsYSE-WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7wVbsa44Gu8/s1600/spanishproject5.png" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-gvR3U5tDSNE/TYZgsYSE-WI/AAAAAAAAAEk/7wVbsa44Gu8/s400/spanishproject5.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love my Spanish group &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, we had to cook for our Spanish project. &amp;nbsp;After finding the recipes, we went shopping for the ingredients. &amp;nbsp;On the way back, Jake was joking around and freaking out about Brenden's driving. &amp;nbsp;He's like, MICHELLE DON'T TALK. &amp;nbsp;Then made it look like Michelle almost made Brenden hit someone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We got back and Jake had to leave. &amp;nbsp;So we started cooking without him. &amp;nbsp;This disgusting looking taco bowl was the first thing we made. &amp;nbsp;It was really confusing the instructions, so we improvised. &amp;nbsp;I don't think we did the top right, because we just laid a tortilla across the top. &amp;nbsp;While waiting for it, we camwhored. &amp;nbsp;We made Brenden look like a pimp sitting in between two girls. &amp;nbsp;The food&amp;nbsp;came out and looked disgusting. &amp;nbsp;We tried to make it prettier by putting cheese on top. &amp;nbsp;Brenden tasted it and said it was actually really good. &amp;nbsp;So Michelle and I tasted it too. &amp;nbsp;It was good! &amp;nbsp;Then we filled in the spots that we took from with cheese.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We sat around and decided we'll wait for Jake to get back so he can have pictures too. &amp;nbsp;We squished each other. &amp;nbsp;Jake came and was like I thought we were going to work on a project. &amp;nbsp;But then he sat or laid across me. &amp;nbsp;Michelle and I tried to nap but that failed when they kept moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;They got&amp;nbsp;up only so they could play with my dogs. &amp;nbsp;Then we went back to cooking. &amp;nbsp;We made the things for burritos. &amp;nbsp;We played with a Hula Hoop. &amp;nbsp;Jake went home. &amp;nbsp;The rest of us went to go eat. &amp;nbsp;Brenden kept wanting to turn right when we weren't even there yet. &amp;nbsp;Every time you could turn right, he wanted to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We ate at Corner Bakery. &amp;nbsp;Awkward discussions and talked about dances. &amp;nbsp;Then we left to go finish the cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The cake completely failed. &amp;nbsp;It kept crumbling and it just ended up being uglier than our first dish. &amp;nbsp;We gave up and fried ice instead. &amp;nbsp;Brenden left, so me and Michelle cleaned up. &amp;nbsp;We talked about Sadies. &amp;nbsp;I told her my idea on how to ask and she's like oh come up with one for me! &amp;nbsp;So we did. &amp;nbsp;Then she went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-1524128559741143552?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/1524128559741143552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/03/spanish-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/1524128559741143552'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jWXyktgsT8I/TYLWe26gXPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qEIbbbYq5uk/s1600/innout2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jWXyktgsT8I/TYLWe26gXPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qEIbbbYq5uk/s400/innout2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Simon decided this is the best burger he's ever had. &amp;nbsp;It didn't look crappy and looked really big and delicious.&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="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mMeJUSF_4QQ/TYLWjSk-aKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HxgdoQLfirU/s1600/innout3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mMeJUSF_4QQ/TYLWjSk-aKI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HxgdoQLfirU/s400/innout3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Simon came today at lunch to take me out to eat. &amp;nbsp;I was asked why he was dressed so nice. &amp;nbsp;He said for me because he has to impress me, but apparently I don't have to impress him. &amp;nbsp;(I wasn't dressed up in anything decent today, haha.) &amp;nbsp;He showed me a song that totally described him. &amp;nbsp;Then he rapped for me. &amp;nbsp;We stopped at the bank so he could get money. &amp;nbsp;Then we went to In N Out and got food. &amp;nbsp;We decided I'm going to be late and &amp;nbsp;that we didn't care. &amp;nbsp;So when we got back he wanted to visit Ngo. &amp;nbsp;I was already really late, so I made him walk me to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;During sixth, I went to Panera with Sophia and Michelle. &amp;nbsp;I got a smoothie because I was craving something cold and sweet. &amp;nbsp;I really wanted Yogurtland, so we stopped there on the way back too. &amp;nbsp;(I probably consumed 2000 calories in two hours..) &amp;nbsp;This man asked us for money so he could support his family. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, I wonder if those stories are true but I wanted to help him anyways (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped this one girl in math and I couldn't figure out how this problem worked. &amp;nbsp;Nathan didn't know either. &amp;nbsp;We're both like I don't think that's possible? &amp;nbsp;Troy has failed us. &amp;nbsp;I don't know how he got into UCLA if he can't figure out a seventh grade problem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F-YWLSgCdDQ/TYLWayQTO4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/r4wR149A7j8/s1600/innout.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F-YWLSgCdDQ/TYLWayQTO4I/AAAAAAAAAEI/r4wR149A7j8/s400/innout.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The stickers I get with my Botan Rice Candy. &amp;nbsp;I think they're cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I absolutely love Grace (: I creeped on her Tumblr and she wrote a post about me. &amp;nbsp;It made my day! &amp;nbsp;I've only known her for eight days but it seems so much longer, in the good way. &amp;nbsp;I was talking to Connie before and she was shocked I only knew Grace for like a week. &amp;nbsp;She said she thought Grace was a junior and we've known each other since freshman year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2618861389357654498-6988172250887682726?l=catchinglightning.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/feeds/6988172250887682726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/03/decided-this-is-best-burger-hes-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/6988172250887682726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2618861389357654498/posts/default/6988172250887682726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://catchinglightning.blogspot.com/2011/03/decided-this-is-best-burger-hes-ever.html' title='Simon&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Profile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05109443160880739820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jWXyktgsT8I/TYLWe26gXPI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qEIbbbYq5uk/s72-c/innout2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2618861389357654498.post-3879202979954197831</id><published>2011-03-17T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T14:48:06.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping List</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Dark blue denim shorts&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sunglasses&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Sunglasses' case&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Liquid eyeliner&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sandals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;iPod touch&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;iPod case&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keyring lanyard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Makeup bag&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Compact powder&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;Tangled DVD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I came up with this list when my sister wanted to know what I want for my birthday. &amp;nbsp;So hopefully, she will help me out on this. &amp;nbsp;If not then I'll just get my lazy ass up and go shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, I think I should go buy my own camera but then I think I can just use my parents. &amp;nbsp;They don't use it that much and I use it on occasion, so it balances out. &amp;nbsp;Then I thought when I do get a new iPod touch it will have a camera on it. &amp;nbsp;The iPod I have right now is broken. &amp;nbsp;The menu button doesn't work so it's stuck on just the music screen or if I plug it in it goes to the menu. &amp;nbsp;But then whatever you choose to go to is what it is stuck on. &amp;nbsp;That's why I need a new one. &amp;nbsp;Apple does this thing where if you give them your old iPod they will recycle it and you get a discount. &amp;nbsp;The discount is only like 10%, so in short they pay tax but it's better than nothing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My sunglasses got scratched :/ &amp;nbsp;I never got around to buying a case for them, so this time I will get one when I get them! &amp;nbsp;Same as the iPod case. &amp;nbsp;I want to keep it in better condition than I did to the one I currently have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So a lot of these are replacements for something I already have but neglected to take care of. &amp;nbsp;Such as the liquid eyeliner (not working well) and compact powder (running out.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Left: David didn't really want to take a picture with me :(&lt;br /&gt;Right: Edison supposedly looks like a creeper in this one but I like this one better than the retake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HTbF6mvBVLo/TYGlcZoTtmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Wu48ELsNTZM/s1600/birthdaypost2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HTbF6mvBVLo/TYGlcZoTtmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Wu48ELsNTZM/s400/birthdaypost2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Left: Tiffany&lt;br /&gt;Right: Crystal and Janize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VF88XSdAXTc/TYGlnQi6QoI/AAAAAAAAADU/c9kk7GpmIeI/s1600/birthdaypost3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-VF88XSdAXTc/TYGlnQi6QoI/AAAAAAAAADU/c9kk7GpmIeI/s400/birthdaypost3.png" width="378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you for all of the gifts and birthday wishes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text-align: justify;"&gt;Top (Left to Right): Doughnuts from Grace, Minnie Mouse from Tiffany and Edison, and gummy snacks from Sophia.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom (Left to Right): Chocolates from Brian, cookies from Janize, bee cake from Sophia, cupcakes from Mindy, and Oreo chocolate from Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HmzdrxZxeYU/TYGv5-WKWLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iBPDU1OzmbU/s1600/birthdaypost4.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HmzdrxZxeYU/TYGv5-WKWLI/AAAAAAAAAEE/iBPDU1OzmbU/s400/birthdaypost4.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The cakes my mommy brought home for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Top Pictures (Left to Right): Red velvet cupcake, chocolate cake, and lemon cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;March 15 was my birthday. &amp;nbsp;Thank you to everybody who wished me happy birthday and gave me something! :D I hoped I replied to everybody's post on Facebook. &amp;nbsp;If I missed it, I am super sorry and thank you! &amp;nbsp;In case you were wondering or have asked me, I don't plan on doing very much for my birthday. &amp;nbsp;I don't plan what I'm going to do for my birthday but people usually want to take me out somewhere. &amp;nbsp;Last night, my parents took me to all you can eat Korean BBQ. &amp;nbsp;Then I came home and ate the cake my mommy bought me ^__^ &amp;nbsp;I don't really know how I am suppose to eat all of the food but I will find a way! &amp;nbsp;Saturday that is what I will be feeding my Spanish group (;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Birthday Plans&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Simon is visiting me at lunch to take me out to eat.&lt;br /&gt;Friday: Eating and exploring with Will.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: SAT practice test and cooking for Spanish with Jake, Michelle, and Brenden.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Family is coming over.&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Lunch with Jun and my sister is coming home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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