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Sometimes I wonder if I actually miss it.  I suppose it's just a phase like everything else I go through...like my life is just a series of phases.  I'm an ever-changing person.   I guess that, in itself, never changes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've tried just living in the moment...to stop watching as an outsider and an observer...but that's what I do.  I observe, then I document.  I still fear that if I don't, it basically never happened.  And what if it didn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-1242104205856359977?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1242104205856359977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2011/06/lot-has-changed-and-nothing-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1242104205856359977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1242104205856359977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2011/06/lot-has-changed-and-nothing-at-all.html' title='A lot has changed, and nothing at all'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-1835023298307828422</id><published>2010-08-17T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:13:45.441-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='planes'/><title type='text'>Birfday gurl</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me.  Happy birthday to me.  Happy birrrthday to meeee-eeee!  Happy birthday to ME!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yea, normally I don't get too excited but these last coupla' years have been steller!  ...all because of the people I have in my life.  Swear to God, I've never felt so loved.  My friends are amazing, my family is amazing...and it's all just so simple.  Love you all, so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My bfriend, especially, was ever-so-loverly to surprise me with a lil sumthin' sumthin'..... a plane ticket to Austin!  He knew how much I loved my trip earlier this year, and I was so excited when I found out he was gonna be playing there on tour this fall.  He'll be out there with my bestie, Jessica's husband, Jesse, so he and Jessica strategically planned to book the flight together, so we'll be flying together to see our men on the last night of their tour!  And only to make things even better, we'll be visiting our other bestie, Miss Decker!  Gah, an overwhelming sense excitedness!  (Notice all the exclamation points?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, Jessica was there to capture my surprise.  I swear, I literally had NO idea...I didn't even get it until I saw the little miniature plane Tyler planted inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgmpgP8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-j5DgWEHU2k/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgmpgP8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-j5DgWEHU2k/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573594846576578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So excited, I got double chins.  PS, beautiful wrapping job, babes.  I wish I kept the bow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgmpgP8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-j5DgWEHU2k/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHGox_K7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/6ncfTkJVSQA/s400/photo-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573148742429618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyler helping me open the box cause I, obviously, am a child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgmpgP8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-j5DgWEHU2k/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHHMs2MfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/nLw5qesQojM/s400/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573158384546290" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birfday gift part one:  party hat!  And it's yellow...ma favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgmpgP8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-j5DgWEHU2k/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHHaVQXhI/AAAAAAAAAkU/b9XZHMS2ook/s400/photo-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573162043694610" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgmpgP8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-j5DgWEHU2k/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why does it look like our party hats are superimposed on our heads?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgmpgP8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-j5DgWEHU2k/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHHzBYKlI/AAAAAAAAAkc/_MghSZ_sECY/s400/photo-4.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573168671205970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birfday gift part deux:  party blowers!  Toot Toot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgmpgP8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-j5DgWEHU2k/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHTWNDBOI/AAAAAAAAAkk/kyycwJRqb2Q/s400/photo-5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573367093953762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgmpgP8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-j5DgWEHU2k/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask me why I got so confused when I saw travel sized toiletries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHTs6FCxI/AAAAAAAAAks/dw2sPevRDA0/s400/photo-6.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573373188410130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ahhhh...I get it!  It's a plane!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHT1xnwCI/AAAAAAAAAk0/C-zP9dBiOo0/s400/photo-7.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573375568855074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is my ticket with my flight information.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgmpgP8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-j5DgWEHU2k/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHfuqfBhI/AAAAAAAAAlE/hRCnq9NqUl4/s400/photo-9.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573579818305042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhhh how cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgJQO-5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/s9deWgs0R2o/s1600/photo-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgJQO-5I/AAAAAAAAAlU/s9deWgs0R2o/s400/photo-11.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573586955959186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Party time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHf4wjSzI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Zuj4G6E1sGM/s1600/photo-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHf4wjSzI/AAAAAAAAAlM/Zuj4G6E1sGM/s400/photo-10.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506573582528105266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's a party in the U.S.A. !!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-1835023298307828422?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1835023298307828422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/08/birfday-gurl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1835023298307828422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1835023298307828422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/08/birfday-gurl.html' title='Birfday gurl'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGtHgmpgP8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/-j5DgWEHU2k/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3045395531273881518</id><published>2010-08-09T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T22:08:53.905-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fruits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jcrew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yankee candle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yummy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oxfords'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madewell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>JKill me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My two newest obsessions might get me into a lot of trouble:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yankee Candle &amp;amp; JCrew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Yankee Candle company has always been an obsession of mine...pretty much since I was a little girl and my parents brought me to their flagship store in South Deerfield, Mass.  The scents they have are pretty genius.  Though, strong scents kick off my migraines (I'm not a floral-y scent kinda girl), just the right ones can send me into heaven.  I'm particularly into anything that mimics the smell of food.  With that said, don't ask me why I bought the Midsummer's Night air freshener for my car.  It kinda smells like a prepubescant boy that doesn't understand the right way to put on cologne.  Literally, I have to throw it away.  I bought a new one today to replace it, and it is much more my style:  Farmer's Market.  Smells like fresh berries and other kinds of delicious fruits.  I actually liked this scent so much I bought it in a tumbler size along with Harvest since it was "buy 1, get 1 50% off."  Another amazing scent is Autumn Fruit.  Kinda like Farmer's Market, but more apple-y.   But, I didn't want to get too ahead of myself...summer is still going strong, so I wanted something a little bit more zingy, so I bought this amazing plug-in air freshener thing in Vanilla Lime...and I can't stop sniffing the air because I'm so addicted.  So so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGDYxvfsLvI/AAAAAAAAAjc/fAf2r1-7z_s/s400/L_1163522.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503637093721321202" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I write a whole other paragraph on candles, I figured I'd justify my new obsession with JCrew (I guess I can't ever fully escape the Connecticut side of me).  Whoever their creative director is and head of design, I seriously applaud you.  You make preppy look fun.  Usually preppy is so blah, but somehow you style it all so well.  Can I join your team?  Pretty please?  With a cherry on top?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGDZ3NrFCfI/AAAAAAAAAjk/7iJCMFVY-ww/s400/Picture+12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503638287233124850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGDaPbN3Z8I/AAAAAAAAAjs/nV24JOavxLg/s400/Picture+13.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503638703185553346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Ummm also, this necklace I die for...why do you have to be $275.00?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGDbGoWxGtI/AAAAAAAAAj0/rYTJ4jl5U0c/s400/erez.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503639651605355218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 393px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;A more reasonable splurge for me, though, was these oxfords I bought last week from Crew's sister store, Madewell.  I even waited a whole week to think about it (sometimes, I shop better that way so I don't buy on impulse).  However, I couldn't stop thinking about them, and when I went back, there was only one pair left in my size.  It was on display, too, so I knew I had to act fast before they were completely sold out everywhere.  I figure these shoes are so classic that they would last me quite a while.  I can't wait to break them in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGDeI0M8z0I/AAAAAAAAAj8/j3dsCrYMS6g/s400/server.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503642987680026434" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 393px; height: 393px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Anyway, yeah...these are my guilty pleasures right now.  Somebody help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3045395531273881518?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3045395531273881518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/08/jkill-me.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3045395531273881518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3045395531273881518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/08/jkill-me.html' title='JKill me'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TGDYxvfsLvI/AAAAAAAAAjc/fAf2r1-7z_s/s72-c/L_1163522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-903816081634098681</id><published>2010-06-20T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T22:11:07.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yoga'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the album leaf'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nashville'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in a safe place'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='window'/><title type='text'>In A Safe Place</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it took me this long to download The Album Leaf...particularly, In A Safe Place.  I've written down the name of this band several times.  I kept hearing their music in random places.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across them, again, about month or two ago when watching a gorgeous yet tragic video of the Nashville floods (...from what I heard the video isn't nearly half as devastating as what damage was really done), but I couldn't help but write down their name again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vwCGz1vSh_M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vwCGz1vSh_M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess the final straw is when I began my first yoga class last week.  I recognized the music right away...it was the first thing I heard as I sat down on my mat.   Immediately, it put me at ease, and I was ready to take in all I could from this experience.  I knew I was about to fall in love.  The peace of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to experience it again...I can't wait to lie in bed falling asleep to these sounds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-903816081634098681?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/903816081634098681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-safe-place.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/903816081634098681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/903816081634098681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-safe-place.html' title='In A Safe Place'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4327362156096690343</id><published>2010-06-12T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:33:07.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Getting some help from Xander while my ma and I work on some stuff for the wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TBOolqgx0PI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0lRy0Qo1Uzc/s1600/photo-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TBOolqgx0PI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0lRy0Qo1Uzc/s400/photo-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481910536460423410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TBOogK4AGGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iBJk_OSL_CA/s1600/photo-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TBOogK4AGGI/AAAAAAAAAhs/iBJk_OSL_CA/s400/photo-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481910442068547682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TBOnhv1TSdI/AAAAAAAAAhk/u4reF4K6l2A/s1600/photo-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TBOnhv1TSdI/AAAAAAAAAhk/u4reF4K6l2A/s400/photo-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481909369657575890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TBOnEiDW-2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/t0CkqxAOvG8/s1600/photo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TBOnEiDW-2I/AAAAAAAAAhc/t0CkqxAOvG8/s400/photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481908867742235490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4327362156096690343?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4327362156096690343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-helper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4327362156096690343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4327362156096690343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-helper.html' title='Little helper'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TBOolqgx0PI/AAAAAAAAAh0/0lRy0Qo1Uzc/s72-c/photo-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-59599025154049904</id><published>2010-06-06T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T22:07:15.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Only have a few things to say (in which, afterwards, I'm sure you'll never want to read my lame blog again.  However, I promise you, I will have more intriguing things in the near future).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent a lot of the last month kinda preparing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for my only brother's wedding this summer.  My future sister-in-law's sister and I (with the help of all the other awesome bridesmaids) put together a bridal shower for the bride.  It was really nerve wrecking to do something like this with having no experience at all, but I have to say it went really well.  I was super happy with the results.  Then, I've been spending a lot of time trying to find a bridesmaid dress (the bride is letting us pick out our own).  Shockingly, I'm the last of seven to get a dress.  Don't ask me h&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ow it's taken me this long because, most certainly, I've known pretty much what I was looking for for almost exactly a year, now.  Anyways, I still have a few kinks to work out with that area, so I'm not exactly done shopping just yet.  Then, I've been helping my mom with a few crafts for the soiree. ..no details to give out on that just yet, but I'm sure I will explain everything from start to finish come the time of wedding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pics from the shower:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TAx5lvt0rmI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NSdf41rUGso/s400/31841_1333841381240_1087200104_30896844_6011653_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479888535973834338" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TAx5lwP8lTI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Q5tZT0KPyqk/s400/31841_1333841301238_1087200104_30896842_4422303_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479888536116958514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TAx5mKOSgBI/AAAAAAAAAgc/RW4eRYvwMww/s400/31841_1333841341239_1087200104_30896843_8360610_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479888543089328146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TAx5mlrVVmI/AAAAAAAAAgk/4vdjdF5bRxI/s400/31841_1333844261312_1087200104_30896859_6855294_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479888550458906210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TAx5m4d2kiI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FTEbC-cIPCU/s400/31841_1333844341314_1087200104_30896860_6386411_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479888555502637602" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(5 of the 7 bridesmaids...the bride is the one next to me, third from right.  I look like a little midget and freak of nature, so you best bet I'll be wearing some good heels for the wedding day.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, memorial weekend came around and what that means to me is basically the annual festivities at the Parker residence is Massachusetts.  I was sad at first cause I thought I was going to miss it, but I have a great boyfriend and he found a way for me to reunite with all of my friends.  We played the best game of "Psychiatrist" which I can't really explain if I ever want to play this game again, but just take my word for it:  It was awesome!  Yay for Sam being so awesome, and thank you to Gabbers for timing the hour and a half it took us to play.  Besides that we played a game of wiffle ball which, somehow, Jesse guilt Amber and I into playing (we were celebrating his birthday, how could we say no?).  Team Bacon is what Erica dubbed us (the winning team).  Then we played some badminton.  Tyler and I whooped Adam and Amber's boooo-tay!  I missed out on the bocce and the bag toss thing, but how much could I possibly handle in one day?  The rest of them had all weekend long, and I had one day to cram it all in.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, then, earlier this week, I went to see the screening of The Next Karate Kid with my mama, and despite all your giggles I can hear out there, I thought it was pretty good!  Maybe it's just me and the fact that I grew up on Mr. Miyagi and The Karate Kid, but I was really into it.  I mean, it's no box office hit, but I fully enjoyed it.  And the star is the spawn of Will Smith...how could I not like this film?  You may not wanna spend your money going to the theater to see it, but I think it's netflix-able.  I already have a crush on little Jaden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XY8amUImEu0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XY8amUImEu0&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a lot going on in the next month, but one thing in particular is the release of my boyfriend's band's debut full-length album.  June 22nd.  A Great Big Pile Of Leaves.  Be ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, thanks.  I'm off to read the stupid Eclipse book from the Twilight saga.  I don't even know why I bother anymore cause all I wanna do is just get it over with once I start.  I can't not finish something I've started.  I gotta do it, so I'm sucking it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gnight y'all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-59599025154049904?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/59599025154049904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/ask-me-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/59599025154049904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/59599025154049904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/06/ask-me-why.html' title='Ask me why'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/TAx5lvt0rmI/AAAAAAAAAgM/NSdf41rUGso/s72-c/31841_1333841381240_1087200104_30896844_6011653_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7167781611001693617</id><published>2010-05-15T06:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T07:31:05.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intruder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeping tom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2003'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='k-9'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gaston'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Rest In Peace, Gaston!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night my mother came to me with some sad news of a dear "friend" who recently passed.  Of course, there comes a time for all of us, but for those of the canine species it seems to come so much quicker.  Gaston was particularly close to my heart because of a situation I had back in the summer of 2003.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had just come home for summer break from college and had not been home much longer than 5 hours, yet as I prepared for bed in the bathroom of my parents house I heard a loud scream from my mother calling my father's name.  She had let my dog outside to do her "business" in the backyard only to find a man standing on the railing of our back porch peering in at me while I was in the bathroom.  He jumped at her screams but managed to scare her even more by charging at her first, in what she realized, after, was an attempt to pick up something he dropped...then he basically ran like hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything after that was such a blur.  All I basically remember was my brother and father waking up from a sound sleep, grabbing a club and flashlight, and bolting out the door.  I have never seen such furry in their eyes, and it was actually pretty reassuring.  I worried only slightly for their saftey.  I've never seen them so angry, so I was pretty confidient their rage could take whatever lie ahead of them.  Immediately, my mother dialed 911, and surprisingly only minutes later there was a police officer and a huge german shepard tearing through my house.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-6sQ6BfeWI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZaMyr4TqPME/s400/30991_392486459755_164075689755_3834797_7210860_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471500003755129186" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That german shepard was Gaston!  He was all business, I tell you.  He paid no attention to my little yapping jack russell terrier.  He was busy picking up the scent of the intruder.  Seconds later, he was off down my neighborhood following his tracks.  Unfortunately, the track ended ubruptly, and we found nothing.  The officer said the man must have hopped into a car because Gaston lost the scent on the street, and it just stopped no where in particular.  But seriously, that night my heroes were my brother, father, and Gaston.  Somehow, I felt safe because of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was really nerve wrecking to have not found the man looking in at me through the bathroom window.  The police think he knew me.  They didn't believe he was peeping tom choosing at random because I had been in town for such a short time and found foot prints only under my bedroom window.  They had no evidence to catch the guy, but my parents say they have a pretty good idea of who they think the culprit is (also, yes, my mother had seen the man, but it was dark outside and it happened all so quickly that she only really saw his silhouette).  Luckily, they also think he didn't have intentions to hurt me...just to pretty much be a perv or a jerk or both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I've never been so terrified, though.  Ok, yes, I have...but those are another story.  Pretty much, I'm thankful my town had a canine on their police squad.  Even though nothing came of my incident, I can only imagine how many people he has helped over his lifetime.  So thank you, Gaston!  You were definitely appreciated and will be missed.  I hope you are happy now in puppy heaven and get all treats you deserve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to the creep who was my peeping tom, if you are reading this now, screw you!  I really hope it was a one-time thing, and I pray you are a decent human being and realized your mistake.  I really want to feel safe in my own home, but you have forever made that difficult for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7167781611001693617?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7167781611001693617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/rest-in-peace-gaston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7167781611001693617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7167781611001693617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/rest-in-peace-gaston.html' title='Rest In Peace, Gaston!'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-6sQ6BfeWI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ZaMyr4TqPME/s72-c/30991_392486459755_164075689755_3834797_7210860_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4670998301969315351</id><published>2010-05-06T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T19:33:37.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red bull'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hoodwink'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motion city soundtrack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bamboozle'/><title type='text'>Bamboozle 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;And the time of year is here...when kids break out their favorite band t-shirts, get their farmers tan on, and listen to as many bands as they possibly could in a 48-hour period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For me, bamboozle is somewhere I get to discover new music and hang out with old friends.  Lately, I've been out of touch, so I had lots to catch up on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-Ney6jQZYI/AAAAAAAAAew/viejoYGcSqE/s400/2010_05_01_014wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468318601361515906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-Nh81rOKkI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9CchJbIPHN0/s1600/2010_05_01_020wtmk.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-Nh81rOKkI/AAAAAAAAAfw/9CchJbIPHN0/s400/2010_05_01_020wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468322070386321986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;We spent most of our day hanging in and outside of the Red Bull tent.  Where it used to be thee location to party. ..not so much the case this year.  Everyone just went there to fill up on drinks, and maybe grab a meatball or some veggies to munch on.  Kinda lame and something they should work on for next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-Nh7zUC_yI/AAAAAAAAAfo/wSsaLHMY1C0/s400/2010_05_01_013wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468322052572380962" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-NfLBz1a_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/PlHyw3Ip1eY/s1600/2010_05_01_032wtmk.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-NfLBz1a_I/AAAAAAAAAfI/PlHyw3Ip1eY/s400/2010_05_01_032wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468319015626959858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real fun was obviously out in the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-Nh93eTxmI/AAAAAAAAAf4/xj2nhzcqSvs/s1600/2010_05_01_027wtmk.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-Nh93eTxmI/AAAAAAAAAf4/xj2nhzcqSvs/s400/2010_05_01_027wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468322088048903778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-Nez0wf6_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/FMC_86v2Vm4/s1600/2010_05_01_030wtmk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-Nez0wf6_I/AAAAAAAAAe4/FMC_86v2Vm4/s400/2010_05_01_030wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468318616986315762" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I  totally discovered Spose this bamboozle.  His beats are catchy and the rhymes are clever.  I may be late to the game on this one, but I'm obsessed with his single, "I'm Awesome."  Must. Go. Check. Out. ...and become your favorite new jam of the summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-Ne0-WJY2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/zl9YgttYAQA/s1600/2010_05_01_047wtmk.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-Ne0-WJY2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/zl9YgttYAQA/s400/2010_05_01_047wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468318636740010850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-NfMD9ymgI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Q2V2VpRnlgk/s400/2010_05_01_037wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468319033385458178" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This girl is my favorite, my bestie, my lazy day comrade, and so much more.  Love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-NeybR_DRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/VxstcHgEKAU/s1600/2010_05_01_010wtmk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-NeybR_DRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/VxstcHgEKAU/s400/2010_05_01_010wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468318592967576850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow, I got lucky enough to get on stage to watch Drake's set and take a few shots.  He had an insane crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-NgU8PgJ1I/AAAAAAAAAfY/aBul2GQMquQ/s400/2010_05_01_Drake_002wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468320285442713426" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-NgVrsxTuI/AAAAAAAAAfg/nQwjsQLMnhk/s400/2010_05_01_Drake_008wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468320298181938914" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;Even though Drake went over on his set time, Paramore still went on graciously afterwards and killed it, sending everyone home fully satisfied.  I'm sad I have no photos of them, but I always have too much fun watching them play to take pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, the day left me way too exhausted to go for another, so no Sunday Bamboozle for me.  I will get to say that I enjoyed attending Hoodwink, though (Friday night, pre-boozle style).  Got to see a handful of bands play other bands' music.  Obviously, my favorite was Motion City Soundtrack covering Nine Inch Nails.  A solid set that I enjoyed though only knowing a few NIN songs.  It sounded so rad to hear them a different brand.  And then Saves The Day ended the night by covering another headliner, Weezer.  Twas awesome and had fun dancing it out side stage with my ladies.  Mucho amusement!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jiscilla.smugmug.com/Music/Festivals/Bamboozle-2010/12051862_wYUKu#855584732_3wfZW"&gt;Check out more photos here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4670998301969315351?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4670998301969315351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/bamboozle-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4670998301969315351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4670998301969315351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/bamboozle-2010.html' title='Bamboozle 2010'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S-Ney6jQZYI/AAAAAAAAAew/viejoYGcSqE/s72-c/2010_05_01_014wtmk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-8275774665385747949</id><published>2010-05-03T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T07:25:11.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everybodys fine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drew barrymore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cry fest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robert de niro'/><title type='text'>Cry fest</title><content type='html'>Last night I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0780511/"&gt;Everybody's Fine&lt;/a&gt; with Angela.  I was super exhausted so I figured I'd fall asleep in the first 10 minutes, but for some reason, I got so caught up in this super depressing movie and practically balled my eyes out every 5 minutes.  It made me miss my Grandpa so much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsCX6a5RUFs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QsCX6a5RUFs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my eyes are all red and puffy, and I want nothing more than to go spend some time with my Grandma and let her know how much I love and appreciate her.  Mark my word, when my parents get older, I want them to live with me.  I never want them to feel alone or abandoned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-8275774665385747949?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8275774665385747949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/cry-fest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8275774665385747949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8275774665385747949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/05/cry-fest.html' title='Cry fest'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3553549623640385645</id><published>2010-04-23T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T03:21:35.240-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Hello, my dear friends!</title><content type='html'>Of course, I'm up all super late right now (4:55 am to be exact).  Ok, maybe I should have said "early" instead because I went to bed around 11 or so.  I feel like my brain is going to explode, though.  I swear, my thoughts are eating me alive.  Sometimes, I think it's funny how I stress myself out.  There are times when I have real legit excuses, but other times it's the silliest of silly things.  Example:  I'm stressed because I haven't had the time to find any new music to listen to...either the "finding it" part or finding the time to listen to it.  Yesh, am I really that strange?  Guess so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, since I'm up, and haven't written in a crapload of time...I am here now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where can I start?  Well, I wanted to finish a post I started a while back about my trip to Austin, but I didn't feel like I was in the mood.  I do that a lot...start a post, run out of time, and never return to the mood to actually get it finished.  Lame, I know.  That's why I kinda like this one I'm writting right now.  It has no real "start" or "end"...I'm just going with it.  Going with the flowwww.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see, I will tell you some recents viewings and readings of mine.  First off, I finished In The Woods.  Good book....maybe a 3 1/2 or 4 stars (outta 5).  I had a rough time getting into the first chunk of chapters, but once I got half way in, I was really digging it.  It was very Law &amp;amp; Order...or maybe more so like an episode of Bones or The Mentalist because of the female/male detective, kind of bond, thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I started reading the 3rd book of the Twilight Saga, Eclipse.  I have this thing that I like to read the book right in time with before the movie comes out.  I can't lie, though, I'm not really into it as much, anymore.  I loved (ok, I was as obsessed as any other Twi-hards out there) with the first book, but once I hit New Moon, I was over it.  I feel like I'm only reading it, now, just so I can find out how it all goes.  I mean, it's not terrible (well, the writting is), but it just doesn't do it for me.   But then again, I've never been a series-kind of girl.  I read the first book of Harry Potter and I was done.  Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Movie-time!  Just recently seen Date Night.  Sorry, just did not dig it.  I just couldn't find it funny...at all.  And I love Tina Fey!  Ok, maybe the taxi scene got a giggle out of me, but that was it.  Vincere, I saw with the girls at IMC theatre.  I'm a little surprised that I actually really enjoyed it.  Sure, I got a little confused from time to time, but I thought it was really well acted and beautifully portrayed...'twas about Mussolini's supposed secret wife, and yes, it was in Italian.  Subtitles, people.  What's Eating Gilbert Grape...can you believe I've never seen this one?  I feel like I've missed out on a ton of movies from my childhood.  Anyways, Leo!  What great acting!  I still marvel at how people can be so convincing.  A good classic.  Jennifer's Body...now, I'm sorry, but I truly loved (maybe I should say "liked") this movie.  It's totally not my style:  comedy &amp;amp; horror.  But weird, I LIKED it.  Yeah, yeah, Megan Fox is hot in it (and I was actually surprised that she can act)...but Amanda Seyfried, I'll  just say she's in my top five.  Every movie she does, she's a completely different character.  PS, I Love You.  Great movie.  Adored it.  Do want an Irish boyfriend with an accent.  Thank you.  Away We Go...awful, terrible, hard not to turn off.  Somehow, I actually bought this...and I couldn't want to sell it any faster.  Oh, and I finally saw New Moon.  It was ok.  I love the soundtrack!  I still love Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson.  Maybe which is why I loved this movie better than the book...a first for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have I mentioned.........???  I've taken a few dance classes!  Hallelujiah!  For those that don't know, I've spent 20-some odd years of my life dancing.  It's the one thing I can actually say I'm good at.  But its been a couple years, for me, since I've left it behind.  I've decided, officially, to go back and do what I love most.  I even hired a personal trainer to get me back to what I used to be physically (man, it's rough, but I'm working on it).  Well, anyways, I took a basic class ...actually, it was a Gaga class with a few of my friends...just for fun, ya know?  Not taking it seriously.  Just doing it to have a good time and enjoy myself...and I figured, what a better way to do it than to do it with my besties.  Plus, I figured it was good to go and take my first class in years in "private," if you know what I mean.  No one to watch me ease back in with embarassing myself, no pressure from my elite dance friends that dance with artists like Beyoncé, Rhianna, Britney, etc. etc. etc.  It's just not fair that way, ya know?  Oh no, but of course, I run into an old friend of mine, Bijan, who just finished auditioning in a studio upstairs not too much earlier.  He insisted on knowing where the hell I went and what the hell I was doing in a class like that.  Whatever, I thought, I gotta start somewhere, right?  He was supportive, though.  And told me to come back, and just jump right into it.  Sorta like riding a bicycle, right?  Not exactly, but I'll try my best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so that's what I got.  Time to get stressed out on things like my brother's wedding coming up in a few months...money &amp;amp; time-wise.  Weddings are expensive!  I couldn't want to spend money any other way, though.  This is my only brother, and I'm super stoked to have his future wifey as my sister-in-law.  I want to go all out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone going to bamboozle next weekend?  I'm gonna be working at the Nylon tent taking photos, so come by to say "hi" and pose for a little photo-sesh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go eat, now...ma tum-tum is a rum-rum rumblin'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mucho love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your missing unicorn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3553549623640385645?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3553549623640385645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-my-dear-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3553549623640385645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3553549623640385645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/04/hello-my-dear-friends.html' title='Hello, my dear friends!'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-57815465579730818</id><published>2010-03-17T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:46:29.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tofu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Yum yums</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight I made some more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S6GnuQ3RykI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qpRf2fTwiyk/s1600-h/photo-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S6GnuQ3RykI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qpRf2fTwiyk/s400/photo-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449821437337651778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Though it may be vegan, I'm not exactly sure how healthy it was.  I wish I knew how to count calories and things when cooking, but I have no idea.  I'm actually trying to keep a food diary.  I'm not getting too serious about it, but I'm just curious what it is that I actually eat.  Paying attention to it has really shocked me in a lot of cases.  I don't think I eat horribly, or exceptionally either.  What really got me is the serving sizes and what size portions I eat and how it all adds up.  It's crazy how easy it is to overeat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, my dinner was really sweet (the tofu and the rice).  I usually don't like sweet things unless it's dessert, however, tonight, I guess I was in the mood.  The tofu recipe, I got from Eat, Drink, and Be Vegan...the book Tyler had given me as a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S6Gs1LJramI/AAAAAAAAAeI/cVFQEIw8z_g/s400/890409.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449827053621439074" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 243px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's called Orange Sesame Tofu.  Not too hard to make at all, but may take a little bit of prep time (marinating the tofu for at least an hour is recommended).  Originally, I saw another recipe suggested as a sidedish to the tofu, but when I found I didn't have all the ingredients, I looked up &lt;a href="http://vegetarian.about.com/od/sidevegetabledishes/r/coconutrice.htm"&gt;something similar&lt;/a&gt; online. It's very simply called Coconut Rice.  I excluded the lemongrass and just went with the coconut milk and sautéed onions...oh and I cut the recipe in half.  You could definitely taste the coconut, but I want to say it wasn't too overbearing.  I honestly think the onions made the recipe, though.  To go along with everything else and to bring color to my plate, I bought a huge batch of asparagus.  I'm obsessed with green vegetables!  I seriously can't wait to eat my leftovers tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-57815465579730818?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/57815465579730818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/eat-drink-and-be-vegan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/57815465579730818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/57815465579730818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/eat-drink-and-be-vegan.html' title='Yum yums'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S6GnuQ3RykI/AAAAAAAAAeA/qpRf2fTwiyk/s72-c/photo-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3819863737779403632</id><published>2010-03-10T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:23:33.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kirsten stewart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the runaways'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dakota fanning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherry bomb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joan jett'/><title type='text'>This is how I know I'm getting old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I find this video disturbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:490989" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=artist%3D3529289%26vid%3D490989%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A490989" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin:0;text-align:center;width:500px;font-family:Arial,sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Dakota Fanning and all, but I'm just not ready to see her in thigh highs and making out with dudes.  Isn't she still 6, and wasn't her last movie I Am Sam?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5hzQTJBdLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qPByfgmHMjw/s400/Picture+6.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447230473157833906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless, I will probably go see this movie just for the shock factor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5h9gn8y8dI/AAAAAAAAAd4/vmLXJ52TCAg/s400/dakota+young+to+now.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447241748737880530" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How does she go from so darn cute, to so darn "adult-like?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3819863737779403632?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3819863737779403632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-how-i-know-im-getting-old.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3819863737779403632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3819863737779403632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-how-i-know-im-getting-old.html' title='This is how I know I&apos;m getting old'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5hzQTJBdLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/qPByfgmHMjw/s72-c/Picture+6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3087613243938745830</id><published>2010-03-09T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:45:24.689-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adopt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal shelter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse'/><title type='text'>Beating, not biting the bullets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;More and more every day I want to get involved.  My heart is literally tearing at the seams.  &lt;a href="http://www.revenantmedia.com/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;task=view&amp;amp;id=2118"&gt;Stories like this&lt;/a&gt; make me feel so heartbroken...and helpless.  I want to help animals find a better life, a home, a family, and the care they deserve.  I only wish I had the resources to help foster animals, or even adopt.  Don't get me wrong, I love my perfect puppy, but there are so many animals out there that need love.  Where do you even start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thank you, &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/ultragrrrl"&gt;Ultragrrrl&lt;/a&gt;, for retweeting about this.  This is an awful, yet amazing story how this guy survived after 2 bullets.  What kind of person could even think of doing something like this.  They should be tortured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5c6nka1TwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/_v7_BazIaA8/s400/bilde.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446886725793435394" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Someone, please, adopt this adorable dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3087613243938745830?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3087613243938745830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/beating-not-biting-bullets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3087613243938745830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3087613243938745830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/beating-not-biting-bullets.html' title='Beating, not biting the bullets'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5c6nka1TwI/AAAAAAAAAdo/_v7_BazIaA8/s72-c/bilde.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-5245900986923234174</id><published>2010-03-08T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:16:02.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vintage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday book'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffed animals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>A Unicorn's Birthday Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tonight, I found an old notebook of mine containing the birthdays of all my stuffed animals from childhood.  Literally, I had hundreds of stuffed animals, and each had names and birthdays.  The funny thing is, looking through my scribbling of names, I can totally remember each one of these beloved friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Are you surprised?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5XhrxRsVUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6humBOooo7k/s400/photo-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446507466452653378" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In case you couldn't tell, I had a little help from my dad in naming one of my little fellas.  Too bad he didn't help me spell it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5XjQ4-91MI/AAAAAAAAAdY/GT07gVZEKw8/s400/photo-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446509203688379586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fee-Fee was my very first stuffed animal and was given to me on the day I was born.  I wonder why we don't have the same birthday.  Also, I named my dolphin poster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5XnL3fuKNI/AAAAAAAAAdg/P37pyNB2LAc/s400/photo-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446513515436058834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love that I named one of my guys "FunBun."  I have no idea where that came from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5XjMeCoAUI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/2rEdTk0jdso/s400/photo-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446509127736492354" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I started leaving myself notes in case I lost track.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5XjK_kIWgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/aOJovmfGNSA/s400/photo-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446509102375655938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I believe it's spelt R-A-G-G-E-D-Y  A-N-N.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5XjKs1FrGI/AAAAAAAAAcw/XATKGZouBf8/s400/photo-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446509097346509922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;As you can tell I was quite the speller, and had quite the imagination.  Some may have had imaginary friends, but mine were real.  ;0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-5245900986923234174?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5245900986923234174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/unicorns-birthday-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5245900986923234174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5245900986923234174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/unicorns-birthday-book.html' title='A Unicorn&apos;s Birthday Book'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5XhrxRsVUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/6humBOooo7k/s72-c/photo-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6736961320366019499</id><published>2010-03-07T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:33:11.441-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brunch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Flapjack Smack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Totally made my first pancakes from scratch today...no dairy involved, and no eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5SPnxWl3NI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Jn_4KRgeTMs/s400/vegan-brunch1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446135762823535826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt defeated, yesterday, when I went out to breakfast with my parents.  Everything on the menu had some sort of dairy product in it besides, maybe, the homefries?  The waitress looked at me like I had two heads, too, when I asked about the ingredients in the batter.  I suppose I should have known better in going to a small-town diner.  Well, every now and then, I "cheat" on the not-so-obvious (breads, bagels, pasta, etc), and yesterday was one of those times.  I got the waffles with strawberries, holding the whipped cream.  Man, I cannot even tell you how unsatisfying it was.  Sure a waffle is a waffle, but they gooped it with this gross, thick, strawberry jam-like topping.  It was warm, syrup-y, and way too sweet.  I guess I was expecting fresh strawberries delicately placed on top.  I think I am becoming somewhat of a food snob, now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I decided this morning that I would take my revenge by cooking something marvelous and extremely simple: Banana Flapjacks.  I took the recipe straight from Isa Chandra Moskowitz's cookbook, Vegan Brunch, and divided it in half.  In less than 10 minutes, I was eating this delicious treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5SZDTQvKZI/AAAAAAAAAbg/-VXbI_gdLRA/s400/2010_03_06_003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446146131386902930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5SZD0d7bbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/lS6Est0tH5E/s400/2010_03_06_002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446146140300602802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Need I say more?  It was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say thank you to my good friends who have supported me in this choice I have made even though they don't choose it for themselves.  Occasionally, I'll get the sarcastic remarks, the mocking, and the down right cruel displays of behavior from others about becoming vegan, and honestly, it hurts.  Sometimes they act as if I've joined a cult or done something horrific.  So to those that have been good to me, I will do my best to be good to you.  I will not judge you for eating meat.  I will not shove veggies in your face.  And I will not preach about my way...directly...and unless called upon.  But, seriously, it means a lot...especially the gifts, two vegan cookbooks, from my boyfriend who is the biggest carnivore I know.  I love you...all of you. You know who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6736961320366019499?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6736961320366019499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/flapjack-smack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6736961320366019499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6736961320366019499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/03/flapjack-smack.html' title='Flapjack Smack'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S5SPnxWl3NI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Jn_4KRgeTMs/s72-c/vegan-brunch1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-844253057744346299</id><published>2010-02-19T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T10:42:11.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kelsie dagger'/><title type='text'>One small step for man, one giant leap for my bank account</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Today, I resisted.  Today, I am proud.  Tomorrow, I will go through this process all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to take a moment and talk about something personal right now...something I know, at least, more than half of you can relate to.  It's called shopping. Now, as harmless as it may sound, this word haunts me everyday.  Some people may laugh, so go ahead...but I'll just have you know that I'm not laughing on the other end.  I'm holding my head high.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I &lt;i&gt;almost&lt;/i&gt; bought this pair of lovely Kelsie Dagger boots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S37Ot3BR_8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HmRCtRAr-sI/s400/med.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440012687168896962" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yeah, they may be ugly to you, but to me, all I know is I wanted them.  Why?  I dunno.  I liked the color.  I liked that they only had a 3/4" heel.  I liked the scrunchy style and the studs on the side.  I, also, liked the deal they offered...only $89.  I, also, felt pressured that I only had approximately 10 minutes to decide whether or not to buy them.  And I, ALSO, was bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously, this is the kind of stuff I go through when I'm shopping.  I had to get up and walk away from my computer, and hope they would sell out before I managed to run back.  (Sidenote: they didn't)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My point is: unnecessary shopping.  I tend to do this WAY too much.  I buy things just because I want them, not because I need them or because they could be an essential part of my life/wardrobe.  And even if I had all the money in the world, would this habit still be acceptable to me?  I sure hope not, but I doubt I'll find that out any time soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As much as I love fashion I just as equally hate it.  Unfortunately, for me, I work in fashion, so this love/hate relationship comes up a lot.  I've come to love making statements, following trends, making people look and feel great.  I've, also, come to hate what superficial people this industry creates.  Are clothing and accessories really all that trivial?  Do you really need these things to feel good about yourself or feel important?  Hell no!  So why do we do it?  Why do we all fall victim to this incompetent crime?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whatever the reason, I'm standing my ground.  This seems to be my year...the year in which I am practicing healthy habits and working on making myself a better person.  I may falter a bit here and there, but you have my word that I am, in fact, trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-844253057744346299?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/844253057744346299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-small-step-for-man-one-giant-leap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/844253057744346299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/844253057744346299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-small-step-for-man-one-giant-leap.html' title='One small step for man, one giant leap for my bank account'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S37Ot3BR_8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HmRCtRAr-sI/s72-c/med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-2753343000887222110</id><published>2010-02-08T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T22:22:39.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whole foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wahoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make it or break it'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='texas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal shelter'/><title type='text'>Austin, you have my crazy heart (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;Dear Austin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;You’ve made me a very happy, girl. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Love always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Jiscilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;A few years back, I got the chance to basically spend a day in Austin. Unfortunately, all I got to see was a big parking lot (pretty much what most of warped tour is...different cities, different parking lots, lots of great &amp;amp; not so great music). As Austin being in my top 5 for cities I’ve wanted to (really) visit, I was slightly disappointed of my stunted time there. Alas! I came back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;One of my dearest, best friends, Christy had moved out there a couple years back, and having missed her so, it was the perfect opportunity for me to take a trip out west.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S25JmzFX04I/AAAAAAAAAaY/fEcyFyahWeU/s400/photo-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435362731179365250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;I got in on Thursday (1/28/10) night. Christy picked me up from the airport and we went straight to Whole Foods. We were like kids in a candy store but without all the unhealthy junk (it's hard to maintain self-control in that place).  She recently became pescatarian and was interested to try a recipe I had mentioned earlier, the Black Bean &amp;amp; Tomato Quinoa, so we bought all the ingredients necessary and whipped up dinner shortly after we arrived home.  While eating our tasty homemade dinner, Christy attempted to get me into Friday Night Lights (does anybody else watch this show besides my friends?) and put the pilot of the show in the DVD player.  I was surprisingly tired from my trip and not-so-surprisingly fell asleep halfway through.  I don't get what the fuss is about this show, but I can't seem to get myself into it (sorry, my curbies, better luck next time...also, am I the only one that does not find Tim Riggins/Taylor Kitsch hott?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Anyways, the next day, Christy had to work, and I enjoyed sleeping in. I probably laid in bed ‘till noon watching my newest favorite show on Hulu (I’m prepared for the jokes you've got planned for me): it's from ABC Family, and it's called Make It or Break It.  If you don't know, the show is about four elite gymnasts and their crazy lives.  I guess it's nothing out of the normal soap-opera style drama with some added tumbling passes, but I like it, so sue me.  Luckily, I had internet for a few hours and got to watch about 4 episodes, but after watching all that exercising, it started to make me feel guilty.  Soooo, I got up and decided to go for a walk.  I walked down the street and turned in to a little place called Café Medici that Christy had recommended. All I wanted to do was sip on some tea and open the new book I started reading a few days before.  However, after I got my tea, I realized the place was extremely crowded with not one seat available.  I was a little bummed.  It was so cold out (yeah, Texas was freezing), but I left with warm tea in hand and decided to go "site-seeing" instead.   I can't say I found much, but I like exploring places I've never been, so it was enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;After her workday, Christy took me to &lt;a href="http://www.wahoos.com/"&gt;Wahoo’s&lt;/a&gt; for dinner.  It is a cool place with a skate/surf vibe and they're known for their fish tacos (obvs I kept it vegan, but if you ever go there, I suggest the onion rings...soooo good!).  PS...I hear there are tons of these places on the west coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S25JnSkAUcI/AAAAAAAAAag/7lc-f4P0gCs/s400/photo-15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435362739629347266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;After Wahoo's we went to a bar on the other side of town called &lt;a href="http://www.blacksheeplodge.com/"&gt;Black Sheep Lodge&lt;/a&gt; where I met Christy’s friend Christine (loved her) and indulged in hilarious conversation.  I found it funny how all people were all seated at this bar besides the handful playing games off to the side.  Sidenote: some dude asked if one of us would like to join him in a game of pool as he hustle his opponets. Though, he seemed genuine (?), we turned him down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; min-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px; "&gt;Anyways, the next day, Christy had a full day planned, and as she’s planning to adopt a dog, I was more than enthusiatic to help her with the process. We started out first thing in the morning.  Her hopes weren't set high, though.  She was sure the puppies she found on petfinder.com earlier in the week were most likely adopted by this point, but we decided to pay the no-kill shelter they resided in a visit, anyway. The shelter is called &lt;a href="http://www.hswc.net/"&gt;The Humane Society of Williamson County&lt;/a&gt;, and it is in Leander, TX about 30 minutes from Christy's apartment. It was amazing!  This place had everything, and I'm not just talking about the tons and tons of dogs and cats from all ages and breeds. They had amazing volunteers, great places for these animals to get care, training, and exercise...it literally blew me away.  It made me so happy to know a place like this existed. It actually struck a cord in my heart, deeply.  We went in inquiring about the puppies, but, of course, they had been adopted already.  We got to meet the mother of pups, though.  She was so sweet, and as badly as I wanted Christy to take her home, she was still quite sickly from the puppy mill she was rescued from 2 weeks before.  She needed a lot of care.  It hurt my heart so bad to know people can treat animals the way they do...or even just abandon them!   I fell in love with the cats there, too.  There were so many, and they had such a nice home for being in a shelter (“Kitty Condo’s” as they called them). One even had a gynormous castle homemade for them to climb. It was so cute. Again, this place is a sanctuary. It may have changed my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-2753343000887222110?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2753343000887222110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/austin-you-have-my-crazy-heart-part-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2753343000887222110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2753343000887222110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/02/austin-you-have-my-crazy-heart-part-1.html' title='Austin, you have my crazy heart (Part 1)'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S25JmzFX04I/AAAAAAAAAaY/fEcyFyahWeU/s72-c/photo-16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3133651474293271364</id><published>2010-01-26T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:30:00.177-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Just call me Chef Jiscilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been a few weeks in and I'm still cooking...what are the odds?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S16NyaksaFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/yndX2l5uV3A/s1600-h/photo-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S16NyaksaFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/yndX2l5uV3A/s400/photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430934097921599570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little dish ^, we made up.  Some whole wheat penne, sautéed vegetables, and vegetable broth (we used vegetarian bouillon cubes).  It tastes pretty good, but I think it may need a little bit more flavoring.  Maybe more garlic?  We did chop up 2 garlic cloves...so maybe something else? Any suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to stay away from too many carbohydrates, though.  Many of those just turning vegan often make the mistake of overeating pasta, rice, bread, and potatoes...starches with those "empty calories."  They tend to slow you down more than give you energy, and have little nutritious value.  That's something vegans can't afford to lose since they cut out foods from their diet that contain all those vitamins, proteins, and minerals .  This is why I'm carefully watching my intake, and switching it up as much as I can with fun grains and different kinds of vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S16PRo4rZyI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/c2gFfoNKw2o/s400/marinatingtofu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430935733851088674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After whipping up that quick dish the other night, I wanted to try something a little more involved, but to my surprise, it was a lot easier than I had planned.  I marinated some tofu overnight, and it came out absolutely delicious.  I made the marinade, myself, from Alicia's Kind Diet book (Fresh ginger, shoyu, brown rice vinegar, umeboshi vinegar, toasted seasame oil, rice syrup, chopped garlic, and some water).  It took me all of 5 minutes to do (okay probably less), and the next day, I baked it for approximately 30 minutes (15 on each side) and voila!  It was seriously awesome.  I just added asparagus and some plain millet (a high-protein grain) to my plate and dinner was served.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S16PRP8i7LI/AAAAAAAAAaI/VG8ODWcMp6Y/s400/marinatedtofudinner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430935727156423858" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kinda liking this cooking thing.  Who woulda thought?  I guess as long as meat is not involved, I'm good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3133651474293271364?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3133651474293271364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-call-me-chef-jiscilla.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3133651474293271364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3133651474293271364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-call-me-chef-jiscilla.html' title='Just call me Chef Jiscilla'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S16NyaksaFI/AAAAAAAAAZw/yndX2l5uV3A/s72-c/photo-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-8467182437591705082</id><published>2010-01-26T09:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:01:08.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poll'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weddings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift certificates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jmjwedding'/><title type='text'>This'll only take a minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S16L1PhBYVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VUF6Z1GIv7g/s1600-h/Picture+5.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S16L1PhBYVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VUF6Z1GIv7g/s400/Picture+5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430931947469758802" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 244px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go and vote for Jessica &amp;amp; Jesse on their &lt;a href="http://www.channingjohnsonblog.com/2010/01/contest-best-of-2009/"&gt;wedding photographer's website&lt;/a&gt; for Best of 2009. If they win, they'll get a $200 gift certificate to &lt;a href="http://www.saltsrestaurant.com/"&gt;Salts&lt;/a&gt; in Cambridge, MA (or a $200 Amex gift card). Afterall, their wedding WAS the Best of 2009...and of all time. Seriously, we still can't stop talking about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-8467182437591705082?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8467182437591705082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/thisll-only-take-minute.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8467182437591705082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8467182437591705082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/thisll-only-take-minute.html' title='This&apos;ll only take a minute'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S16L1PhBYVI/AAAAAAAAAZo/VUF6Z1GIv7g/s72-c/Picture+5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-233478385337709492</id><published>2010-01-24T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T21:46:53.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is where i leave you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jonathan tropper'/><title type='text'>This Is Where I Leave You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S10v9h27m-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pmXp9hPqUVg/s1600-h/9780525951278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S10v9h27m-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pmXp9hPqUVg/s320/9780525951278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430549459785980898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family:'Lucida Grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I gave This Is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper 5 stars, but it's not to say it's because I "loved" the story.  It was definitely interesting and entertaining, but more or less disturbing.   The messed up life of Judd Foxman made me a bit sad, but even more scared than anything.  I understand that his world is a reality for many, and that is what scares the friggin' bejeebers outta me.  I. DO NOT WANT. To end up.  Like Judd Foxman.  I felt such sympathy for him in this novel when his life crumbles beneath him (it can happen to anyone) even though he's not exactly benevolent.  His life, so twisted...his family, so perverse.  It makes you wonder what you can do to prevent such things.  What's the perfect recipe to not fuck life up?  And why does it have to be so damn interesting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, it got me hooked, and I couldn't put this book down.  It's probably the fastest book I've ever read.  I am definitely seeking out more from Jonathan Tropper in the near future...because corrupt is the new illustrious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-233478385337709492?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/233478385337709492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-where-i-leave-you_24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/233478385337709492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/233478385337709492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-where-i-leave-you_24.html' title='This Is Where I Leave You'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S10v9h27m-I/AAAAAAAAAZg/pmXp9hPqUVg/s72-c/9780525951278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4164901453824622895</id><published>2010-01-14T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T21:29:24.354-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quinoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whole foods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><title type='text'>Whole Food Heaven</title><content type='html'>I swear, I'm never shopping in a Stop &amp;amp; Stop, Gristedes, or a Price Chopper again!  Whole Foods in my jam!  Not only can I always find what I need there, the experience is so much more pleasant (except if you're waiting in line at the Union Square location).  Seriously, the dude that helped me out today said that if I don't like the product that I ate, I can always bring back any of the remnants or carton it came in and get a refund?  Really???  Now, I wouldn't ever actually do that because if I'm buying something I'm committing myself to the trial and error process, but hey...it's a nice thought that they offer that option.  Oh, and everyone that works there seems so happy.  It really makes a trip to the market not such an awful task...unlike those that work at your local grocery store, where all they do is seem to hate life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here is my vegan dinner attempt #2.  Black Bean and Tomato Quinoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S0_xQTotLbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-0N7r3_yojE/s400/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426821338455944626" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not gonna lie, it was actually really good.  For those that see the word, Quinoa (pronounced KEEN-WAH), and freak...if you don't know what it is, just think of it as a replacement for your grains or pastas.  Now, you may be wondering why I'd need a replacement for either of those, well I guess I don't, but the nutritional value is awesome.  It is considered one of the best sources of protein in the vegetable kingdom, and if I'm not getting my proteins from either meat or dairy anymore, I need to get it from somewhere.  And, if your wondering what it tastes like, to me, it reminds me of couscous.  For the recipe of this dish, go to &lt;a href="http://www.meatoutmondays.org/emails/08-03-03.htm"&gt;MeatOutMondays&lt;/a&gt;.  I promise, it's not that hard.  Let me know if you try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4164901453824622895?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4164901453824622895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/whole-food-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4164901453824622895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4164901453824622895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/whole-food-heaven.html' title='Whole Food Heaven'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S0_xQTotLbI/AAAAAAAAAZA/-0N7r3_yojE/s72-c/photo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7542799978061347257</id><published>2010-01-12T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:00:01.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill hader'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><title type='text'>Things that make you go...um?</title><content type='html'>For my boyf. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S0qQE-8M7kI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gr160IQRfrA/s1600-h/tumblr_kw28xy892D1qz8w0to1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S0qQE-8M7kI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gr160IQRfrA/s400/tumblr_kw28xy892D1qz8w0to1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425307116410564162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everytime I see Hader, now, I think of him.  So, now, I think "him" and breakfast.  Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7542799978061347257?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7542799978061347257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-that-make-you-goum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7542799978061347257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7542799978061347257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-that-make-you-goum.html' title='Things that make you go...um?'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S0qQE-8M7kI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gr160IQRfrA/s72-c/tumblr_kw28xy892D1qz8w0to1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4945936032826014182</id><published>2010-01-10T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T22:23:59.257-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vegetarian'/><title type='text'>The Kind Life I'm living</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been inspired.  For those that don't recognize from title, I've chose to begin experimenting with a vegan lifestyle.  It's been a thought of mine for many, many years now, and I can honestly say it all started with an influence from Alicia Silverstone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the days of Clueless, I loved her as an actress.  As the years progressed, I became familiar of her passion for animals.  As an animal lover, myself...I always thought of her as quite an inspiration.  You can only imagine my excitement when I found out she was coming out with a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S0rCyYwax8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/GaV-LMcI4lo/s400/alicia-silverstone-the-kind-diet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425362872015964098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my move to New York City, I began falling in love with all sorts of different cuisines I've never been previously exposed to...things like sushi, thai food, and more amazingly, vegan foods!  I have always been a huge fan of veggies (HUGE...like, I have odd cravings for snap peas, asparagus, broccoli, and even brussel sprouts!), so I've always thought, "Hey, I can be a vegetarian."  But, at the time, I didn't see it being a logical fit for me.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, now, I dare take that statement one step further.  I want to try being vegan.  For any of those who know me well, I'm a lact-y (what I like to call someone who is lactose intolerant), so staying away from anything dairy has been a constant in my life for at least 10 years now.  Phew, this makes my attempt a little bit easier.  But what about all those other things?  There is SO MUCH to becoming vegan, so this is definitely me just testing the waters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started reading Alicia's book, The Kind Diet, and so far everything is making complete sense to me.  It just clicks.  There's no feeling of pressure...just honesty (if that makes sense).  As she likes to say, she doesn't expect a "superhero" overnight...it can take months or even years, so, yeah, I'm taking my baby steps.  Let's be honest, have I even really cooked before?  Not really.  There's a lot involved, but I'm attempting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was my first night doing that.  I made Gingered Green Beans with Garlic &amp;amp; Onions, Falafels, and mashed sweet potatoes.  It was actually really good, but it's just a start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S0qPJB1qJkI/AAAAAAAAAYo/TcBZ_XNBhbQ/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425306086396274242" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, my question is...how do I give up sushi?  How do I give up my scrambled eggs?  These are things I cannot think of right now.  I shall take it slowly...wean myself off, and give up one thing at a time.  Any words of encouragement?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4945936032826014182?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4945936032826014182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/kind-life-im-living.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4945936032826014182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4945936032826014182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/kind-life-im-living.html' title='The Kind Life I&apos;m living'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/S0rCyYwax8I/AAAAAAAAAY4/GaV-LMcI4lo/s72-c/alicia-silverstone-the-kind-diet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-1911786675331269166</id><published>2010-01-06T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T20:36:40.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='formspring.me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ask me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ask'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>This could be dangerous</title><content type='html'>I signed up for a formspring.me account.  I'm really not sure who would want to ask me any questions, but if  you do, I guess here's your chance.  You can ask them openly or anonymously, too...so it's all up to you.  I'll obviously post my answers here and possibly on my tumblr (&lt;a href="http://unicornisland.tumblr.com"&gt;http://unicornisland.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask me --&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/jiscilla"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/jiscilla&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-1911786675331269166?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1911786675331269166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-could-be-dangerous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1911786675331269166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1911786675331269166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-could-be-dangerous.html' title='This could be dangerous'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-2896888835617223491</id><published>2009-12-23T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T20:36:52.540-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewish christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annual 410 holiday party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>The 4th Annual</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SzLqeK31RrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bjI_YiGEywQ/s1600-h/2009_12_12_013wtmk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SzLqeK31RrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bjI_YiGEywQ/s400/2009_12_12_013wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418651105715635890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays aren't the holidays unless you've got a loft full of friends, some spiked egg nog, a photobooth, mudballs, major dance jams playing on the speakers, and a yule log on the widescreen.  A 4th year running, the annual holiday bash NEVER disappoints.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd write a review, but &lt;a href="http://jiscilla.smugmug.com/Friends/Parties/4th-Annual-410-Holiday-Party/10723716_XudYg#747041676_Ku5wJ"&gt;the pictures&lt;/a&gt; pretty much sum it up.  If any of my fellow bloggers care to take a gamble, I'll provide a link at a later date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holidays your favorite unicorn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-2896888835617223491?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2896888835617223491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/4th-annual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2896888835617223491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2896888835617223491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/4th-annual.html' title='The 4th Annual'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SzLqeK31RrI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bjI_YiGEywQ/s72-c/2009_12_12_013wtmk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3098019589466777348</id><published>2009-12-21T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T10:00:00.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lush'/><title type='text'>Angels on Bare Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I lied!  It's not Herbalism I tried from Lush...it's Angels on Bare Skin!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm referring back to my post I made about all the Lush products I've been captivated by.  I thought I'd give an update on my product review.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy5uAgLx81I/AAAAAAAAAYY/JYkD-I7tDc8/s400/00078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417388356691686226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;First of all, the picture above makes it look like a lump of poop, but really it's a lump of heavenly sent amazingness.  As I've mentioned before, I definitely have problem skin so I was super wary about trying some product that has never been recommended by my dermatologist.  It's only been a week, so I can't really do a complete judgment call until I would say about a month (to see how my skin really takes to it).  However, so far, I've noticed a HUGE change in my skin's texture and it's balance between having combination skin.  I'm not even exaggerating when I say my skin feels so smooth.  I literally noticed after the first use!  Not only that, my skin doesn't feel dry in any random spots anymore, and the oily T-zone I normally have seems seriously under control.  I'm literally in awe of this product and how it's worked for me so far.  It hasn't cleared up any blemishes or anything like that.  I don't really have any at the moment, so it's hard to tell.  I definitely do get them, though, so I'll let you know how that goes in the near future.  As for now, I'm super impressed and give Angels on Bare Skin two thumbs up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lush has been changing my world one product at a time.  I am a newly devoted Lushie.  Anybody ever try any of their products?  What do you think of them?  I'm really curious to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3098019589466777348?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3098019589466777348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/angels-on-bare-skin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3098019589466777348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3098019589466777348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/angels-on-bare-skin.html' title='Angels on Bare Skin'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy5uAgLx81I/AAAAAAAAAYY/JYkD-I7tDc8/s72-c/00078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-1280142801692066739</id><published>2009-12-20T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:00:04.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beards and mustaches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Two things I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy5s-khX22I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gG2BOnif6gw/s1600-h/tumblr_ktyadnKmv71qze11co1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy5s-khX22I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gG2BOnif6gw/s400/tumblr_ktyadnKmv71qze11co1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417387223984626530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beards &amp;amp; Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-1280142801692066739?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1280142801692066739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-things-i-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1280142801692066739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1280142801692066739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-things-i-love.html' title='Two things I love'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy5s-khX22I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/gG2BOnif6gw/s72-c/tumblr_ktyadnKmv71qze11co1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7511842436909137853</id><published>2009-12-20T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:00:00.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='where the wild things are'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtracks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><title type='text'>Wishlist Take 13:  Where Are The Wild Things?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy5sPGJP_kI/AAAAAAAAAYI/aFYgjZUL2Xo/s1600-h/wtwtr-soundgtrack-stream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy5sPGJP_kI/AAAAAAAAAYI/aFYgjZUL2Xo/s400/wtwtr-soundgtrack-stream.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417386408376532546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I definitely want this soundtrack.  It's beautiful and makes me smile, and it belongs to one of my favorite movies of the year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7511842436909137853?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7511842436909137853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-13-where-are-wild-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7511842436909137853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7511842436909137853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-13-where-are-wild-things.html' title='Wishlist Take 13:  Where Are The Wild Things?'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy5sPGJP_kI/AAAAAAAAAYI/aFYgjZUL2Xo/s72-c/wtwtr-soundgtrack-stream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-79208159628444654</id><published>2009-12-20T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T14:00:01.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewlery'/><title type='text'>Wishlist Take 12:  Can I buy another Owl, please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy3ET5vGw_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/rRuq4byLkTU/s1600-h/tumblr_kudl05DCDw1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy3ET5vGw_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/rRuq4byLkTU/s400/tumblr_kudl05DCDw1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417201772991529970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stop, can I?  They're so darn cute!  Where are they all coming from?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-79208159628444654?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/79208159628444654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-12-can-i-buy-another-owl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/79208159628444654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/79208159628444654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-12-can-i-buy-another-owl.html' title='Wishlist Take 12:  Can I buy another Owl, please?'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy3ET5vGw_I/AAAAAAAAAYA/rRuq4byLkTU/s72-c/tumblr_kudl05DCDw1qzdiqvo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6747413034451114478</id><published>2009-12-19T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:24:32.454-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Good Readings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've probably mentioned before how I love to read.  I've also probably mentioned how I buy books faster than I can read.  Sometimes, I think I like the idea of reading itself even more so than the actual act (I get frustrated that I don't read fast enough or that it, sometimes, makes me too sleepy to get fully enveloped in a story).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/1671997?view=list"&gt;whole list&lt;/a&gt; of books I want to read on &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/1671997"&gt;my GoodReads page&lt;/a&gt;.  Everytime I get through one book, I feel so accomplished.  It's a great feeling, and I want to feel more of it.  I'm thinking one of my new year's resolutions will have to do with this.  I really want to take the time to slow down my days by reading, relaxing, and calming my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I know it sounds cheesy, but I really want to be good to myself in the new year.  This is just one of the ways I want to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy3CW7b868I/AAAAAAAAAX4/NilIny7bPJU/s400/51bdApUjo-L.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417199625964415938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I bought Audrey Niffenegger (The Time Traveler's Wife)'s new novel, Her Fearful Symmetry.  I'm really excited to read it because I loved TTW so much.  It was brilliantly written, and it's my second favorite novel of all time.  I can only hope she lives up to the expectations I have for her.  I'm a little cautious, though.  After reading my all-time favorite, The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold, I chose to read her second book titled Lucky and only made it 200-something pages in.  I just lost interest, and eventually put it down to rest.  I don't want to be disappointed like that again.  TLB and TTW were too influencial and important to me to be let down again by their authors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy3CWdiH0UI/AAAAAAAAAXw/BEzFxf2zAxo/s400/51dAWqzlAIL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417199617937232194" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first, I must finish Songs For The Missing by Stewart O'Nan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6747413034451114478?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6747413034451114478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-readings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6747413034451114478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6747413034451114478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-readings.html' title='Good Readings'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sy3CW7b868I/AAAAAAAAAX4/NilIny7bPJU/s72-c/51bdApUjo-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-230902647737487529</id><published>2009-12-16T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T16:00:00.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Wishlist Take 11:  Owl take you to bed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyhwLs6ex9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/qDqmUXyaKfk/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 352px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyhwLs6ex9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/qDqmUXyaKfk/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415701898250340306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have no idea what the point of these are, but they are cute as hell.  Do want owls to snuggle at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.abchome.com/store/store/pc/viewPrd.asp?idproduct=1018&amp;amp;idcategory=109"&gt;ABC Carpet &amp;amp; Home&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-230902647737487529?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/230902647737487529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-11-owl-take-you-to-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/230902647737487529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/230902647737487529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-11-owl-take-you-to-bed.html' title='Wishlist Take 11:  Owl take you to bed'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyhwLs6ex9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/qDqmUXyaKfk/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-659685218641759154</id><published>2009-12-16T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:26:23.467-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewlery tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewlery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kisan'/><title type='text'>Wishlist Take 10:  Tree I don't need</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyhvYht6KZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KxfiE_2wntw/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyhvYht6KZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KxfiE_2wntw/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415701019071490450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have a need for this jewlery tree by Tré (everytime I use a jewelry holder like this, I find it to look silly), but I really just like it simply for it's design.  It looks cool without anything on it.  I mean, who wouldn't want a minz dead tree in their living room as decoration?  Am I right?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.kisan.com/"&gt;Kisan&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-659685218641759154?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/659685218641759154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-10-tree-i-dont-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/659685218641759154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/659685218641759154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-10-tree-i-dont-need.html' title='Wishlist Take 10:  Tree I don&apos;t need'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyhvYht6KZI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KxfiE_2wntw/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7773292693896778952</id><published>2009-12-15T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:06:48.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paramore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misguided ghosts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='covers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>Misguided notions</title><content type='html'>I love covers...mainly from bands/artists covering other bands/artists, but every now and then, you hear one from someone you've never met or heard of.  At first, you can become defensive (you don't want them ruining your favorite song, do you?).  But then you listen, and you realize they're not half bad.  Listen a little longer and you find yourself actually enjoying it.  Now, before you know it, you wonder if it's possible that like your favorite song even more now.  Of course, nothing compares to the original, but hearing it in a new way gives you another sense of appreciation for it.  I know it does for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UDmJ80lfZ4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8UDmJ80lfZ4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(PS...I can't say Misguided Ghosts is my favorite song off of Paramore's Brand New Eyes album, but I do love it very very much)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7773292693896778952?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7773292693896778952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/misguided-notions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7773292693896778952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7773292693896778952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/misguided-notions.html' title='Misguided notions'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-5757346309739932442</id><published>2009-12-15T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:16:59.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sweaters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owls'/><title type='text'>Wishlist Take 9:  Owl Sweat-her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyhtDtpduiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Hqv146sMnA4/s1600-h/tumblr_ksv782U3Cr1qze0zio1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyhtDtpduiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Hqv146sMnA4/s400/tumblr_ksv782U3Cr1qze0zio1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415698462473566754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love coming up with the worst headlines to my blog posts.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now somebody find me this, and gift it to me!  Who is the genius that knitted this thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-5757346309739932442?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5757346309739932442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-9-owl-sweat-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5757346309739932442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5757346309739932442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-9-owl-sweat-her.html' title='Wishlist Take 9:  Owl Sweat-her'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyhtDtpduiI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Hqv146sMnA4/s72-c/tumblr_ksv782U3Cr1qze0zio1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-8528510407104670686</id><published>2009-12-14T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T23:32:29.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bath products'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soaps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shampoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleansers'/><title type='text'>Wishlist Take 8:  LUSHious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Syc5-ama6iI/AAAAAAAAAWo/V6SeWkbTCGA/s1600-h/Picture+8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Syc5-ama6iI/AAAAAAAAAWo/V6SeWkbTCGA/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415360821391452706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I used the word "obsessed" quite frequently, but I am completely obsessed with the Lush product line.  I'm literally addicted.  Have you ever tried it?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, it all started a couple years ago for me when I was taking a shower at a friends place, and I had forgotten my moisturizer.  My friend had recommended I use hers.  I'll be honest, I don't remember which product it was that I used, but I remember it being from Lush.  It wasn't this amazing wonder cream that made my skin look like a supermodel's, but it definitely perked my interest.  I ventured into one of their shops not too many months later, but was turned away by their prices and the fact that it just seemed like a waste of money (kinda how I feel about Bath &amp;amp; Body works).  Honestly, do we really all need that fancy stuff to waste our money on?  Just give me something to get me clean, smells relatively good, and doesn't make my skin freak out.  Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so fast forward to about a year later, I pop into another Lush store (the one at Union Square) to kill some time before meeting up with a friend for lunch.  Before I go any further, I have to say they have amazing salespeople!  I wasn't looking to buy at all.  I just wanted to look, but the lady was looking for someone to have fun with.  She brought me over to the sink and had all these different kind of soaps, creams, etc. to try.  I forget what she started with, but I ended up leaving with Buffy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buffy Body Butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Syc5_NSguWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/l5cQjrx68d0/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415360834998155618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 260px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buffy is an exfoliating bar.  It has ground up rice, almonds, and aduki beans that exfoliate your skin like no other.  I guess you can say it's a bit abrasive, but sometimes you just need a good scrub.  Then it has cocoa and shea butter in it, too, and that makes your skin feel soooooo soft.  You don't even need a lotion after you get out of the shower.  I also can't even describe the scent, but it's somewhat herbal.  Some people may not like it, but I personally love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was it, after I bought Buffy, it was all downhill from there.  Now, I have only gotten to try Shave The Planet (a thick shaving cream) and Lemony Flutter, but everytime I venture into a Lush shop, I have to fight the urge to buy something (it's not cheap, and not really in my budget).  However, I have been noticing, their products do go pretty far.  You really only need a small amount of whatever it is, and it goes such a long way.  So now, I'm realizing it's pretty much worth the money because not only does it last a while, but it really does such an amazing job.  Plus, everything is organic, and it just makes you feel so fresh, healthy, and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Syc5-ymBrBI/AAAAAAAAAWw/TLgwjVomWBs/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415360827832249362" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 129px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a little product review, I'll explain my experience with the few items I've got to play with.  Shave The Planet comes in a small 3.5 oz. pot for about approximately $15.  While I liked using it, I don't believe I'll make the investment in it again, and I'll tell you why.  The cream is so thick that not only is it hard to spread evenly, it gets stuck in your razor.  Seriously, anytime I shave with it, I have to throw away my razor right after it.  It just isn't practical for me.  I love the way it makes my legs feel, but I'd rather just use one of their amazing moisturizing soaps after I shave instead.  Then, there's Lemony Flutter.  It smells soooo lemony delicious it's ridiculous.  It comes in a really small 1.5 oz pot, but let me tell you, I've used it 3 times already and I've only used the small section thats left on the cap when I opened it.  It's basically a butter that you put on places like your elbows, heels, and even cuticles.  The last time I tried using it on my feet before bed to soften my heels.  I put cotton socks on to help lock in the moisture, and the next morning my feet felt so nice and soft...and still smelled super lemony (hence my tweet about my feet smelling like lemons)!  It was awesome.  I had to go back.  The other day, I walked in again actually looking to buy a gift for someone who would appreciate their bath bombs.  I've always been so intrigued to try them, but unfortunately I can't (long story, but I can't take baths).  Anyways, I bought her the Honey Bee Bath Bomb and the Cinders Bath Bomb (part of the Christmas line they have).  Both smelt so good.  I can't wait to hear how she likes them.  The Cinders one is supposed to fizz up and smell somewhat cinnamony and remind the bath taker of a glowing fireplace...not just because of it's fire-y color, but it actually contains pop rocks in which crackle like an actual fire.  Gah, I'm jealous my friend gets to try this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cinders Bath Bomb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Syc5_prVxJI/AAAAAAAAAXA/QgJKP_ck9tc/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415360842618487954" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 259px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, well while I was there, I wasn't really looking for myself, but one of the girls (I was at a different store from Union Square, but honestly, all their employee are amazing...so friendly, and so great) let me take home a sample of Herbalism, their cleanser.  I will be the first to say, I do not have great skin.  I've always had problems.  I will not let anything touch my face unless my dermatologist approves (I've been seeing one since I was 10), but I not gonna lie, I was dying to try it.  So, tonight, I did.  Of course, I have no idea what the long term results will be as of right now, but I will say that my skin feels so soft and actually really good after using it.  I never feel anything after using my basic cleanser, besides clean, I guess.  I probably didn't even need to use a moisturizer afterwards, but I did.  I used the smallest dab, and I don't feel oily, or dry...it feels just right.  I'll let you know if anything awful happens when I wake up.  I'm kinda keeping my fingers crossed cause I think this could be a cool product to use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Herbalism Cleanser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Syc5_0BgZMI/AAAAAAAAAXI/E0CjSiK__O4/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415360845395813570" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 258px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's basically the small extent of my Lush use, but from this point on, I am a believer!  I love the way it makes me feel (I really love organic stuff and the fact that there is no testing on animals), and the smells are to die for.  I'm not kidding, I don't think any body products can match the scents they have in their lines.  Everything smells so good (a little secret, I kept the bags I bought the bath bombs in for my friend, just because they smelled so good).  I seriously cannot stop smelling their products.  I highly recommend Lush to any and everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some products I'd like to try that are on my wish list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honey I Washed the Kids Soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Therapy Massage Bar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porridge Soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snowcake Soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flying Fox Shower Gel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Snow Fairy Shower Gel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fairy Tale Sugar Scrub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Double Fast Luck Emotibomb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banana Moon Soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cocktail Soap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seanik Solid Shampoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Syc7RzGd5iI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/is2Wi7qdBvg/s400/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415362253897459234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-8528510407104670686?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8528510407104670686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-8-lushious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8528510407104670686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8528510407104670686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-8-lushious.html' title='Wishlist Take 8:  LUSHious'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Syc5-ama6iI/AAAAAAAAAWo/V6SeWkbTCGA/s72-c/Picture+8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4176133087492429946</id><published>2009-12-13T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T11:53:04.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosetta stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='French'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='languages'/><title type='text'>Wishlist Take 7:  Rosetta Stone me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyaSnXE1aaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/O6CLwHJoW1w/s1600-h/feature-set-pe-catalog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyaSnXE1aaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/O6CLwHJoW1w/s400/feature-set-pe-catalog.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415176806866446754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I minored in French in college, I spent a summer in France, but I still feel like I didn't learn enough.  I want to speak fluently, dangit!  I don't want to have think about what I speak, I want to speak about what I think.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, I love languages.  I think it's such a privilege to be able to communicate with other people and learn their cultures.  I admire people who are multi-lingual (by choice or by default).  I'd like to learn it to keep it with me for a lifetime and not just for when I plan on returning to France for small periods of time.  I've heard so many good things about Rosetta Stone.  Even though it's super expensive, I feel like it's worth the investment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4176133087492429946?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4176133087492429946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-7-rosetta-stone-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4176133087492429946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4176133087492429946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-7-rosetta-stone-me.html' title='Wishlist Take 7:  Rosetta Stone me'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SyaSnXE1aaI/AAAAAAAAAWg/O6CLwHJoW1w/s72-c/feature-set-pe-catalog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-9169823175221919580</id><published>2009-12-11T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T15:00:00.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plaid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trout pout'/><title type='text'>Wishlist Take 6:  Trout pout how do I find you out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sx3wMZi3U4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/a98Z2T2ufDI/s1600-h/Troutpout+Dress1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sx3wMZi3U4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/a98Z2T2ufDI/s400/Troutpout+Dress1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412746422975419266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fell in love with this dress a while back.  I had it saved on my compy, so I can go back and maybe someday buy it?  However, my only note to myself was "Troutpout."  Now, I can't find it anywhere.  Was that was the name of the label, the place I found it, or the way in which this model's expression is?  We may never know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sx3xKRImQUI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_r29z1ffWZ0/s400/Troutpout+Dress2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412747485869654338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-9169823175221919580?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9169823175221919580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-6-trout-pout-how-do-i.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/9169823175221919580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/9169823175221919580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-6-trout-pout-how-do-i.html' title='Wishlist Take 6:  Trout pout how do I find you out?'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sx3wMZi3U4I/AAAAAAAAAWE/a98Z2T2ufDI/s72-c/Troutpout+Dress1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3726175070227555820</id><published>2009-12-10T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:00:02.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rings'/><title type='text'>Wishlist Take 5:  Owl give you a ring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sxylafc8dwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gDRVcySmpgU/s1600-h/091609215__31095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sxylafc8dwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gDRVcySmpgU/s400/091609215__31095.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412382726730577666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember how I like owls?  Yea, I'm sure I'll be posting plenty of 'em right here in my wishlist...like this &lt;a href="http://www.shopnastygal.com/products/new/clothing/accessories/Crystal-Owl-Ring.html"&gt;owl ring&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need some other owl accessories besides all the owl necklaces I have.  Sheesh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3726175070227555820?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3726175070227555820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-5-owl-give-you-ring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3726175070227555820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3726175070227555820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-5-owl-give-you-ring.html' title='Wishlist Take 5:  Owl give you a ring'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sxylafc8dwI/AAAAAAAAAV8/gDRVcySmpgU/s72-c/091609215__31095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3626584236497174286</id><published>2009-12-09T15:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:00:01.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soundtracks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twilight saga'/><title type='text'>Wishlist Take 4:   In tune with New Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sx9Jm1KCDRI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vk0S5BA_Hbo/s1600-h/new-moon-soundtrack-cover-535x535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sx9Jm1KCDRI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vk0S5BA_Hbo/s400/new-moon-soundtrack-cover-535x535.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413126208575638802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make fun of me all you want, but I want this.  The New Moon soundtrack is said to be really good.  All great artists in one place, you can't really ask for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3626584236497174286?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3626584236497174286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-4-in-tune-with-new-moon.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3626584236497174286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3626584236497174286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-4-in-tune-with-new-moon.html' title='Wishlist Take 4:   In tune with New Moon'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sx9Jm1KCDRI/AAAAAAAAAWU/vk0S5BA_Hbo/s72-c/new-moon-soundtrack-cover-535x535.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6626052801914780364</id><published>2009-12-08T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:00:02.692-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pajamas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='onesies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fleece'/><title type='text'>Wish List Take 3:  Jumpin Jammerz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SxwaFwpSfgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/b2dokgZ5A4o/s1600-h/Picture+10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 363px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SxwaFwpSfgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/b2dokgZ5A4o/s400/Picture+10.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412229538452241922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;If these had unicorns, I'd buy like 5 ...in every color they had. They look soooo comfy and fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(via &lt;a href="http://www.jumpinjammerz.com/"&gt;JumpinJammerz.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6626052801914780364?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6626052801914780364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-list-take-3-jumpin-jammerz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6626052801914780364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6626052801914780364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-list-take-3-jumpin-jammerz.html' title='Wish List Take 3:  Jumpin Jammerz!'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SxwaFwpSfgI/AAAAAAAAAVk/b2dokgZ5A4o/s72-c/Picture+10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6497478513693864635</id><published>2009-12-07T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:00:02.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='owls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamp'/><title type='text'>Wish List Take 2:  Owl love you forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SxyQ5LiyPDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/F9L5EnCwcHk/s1600-h/Owl_lamp_4b18184f4e884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SxyQ5LiyPDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/F9L5EnCwcHk/s400/Owl_lamp_4b18184f4e884.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412360164218125362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many people know, besides unicorns, I have a slight obsession with owls.  My favorite thing is collecting the most unique ones I can find.  I find them at flea markets, vintage stores, ebay, my grandma's basement...wherever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, this one may not be a one-of-a-kind, but it certainly is adorable and much different from anything else I have.  How many people do you know have an owl lamp?  I, personally, can't think of any.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want &lt;a href="https://www.kisanstore.com/index.php/component/virtuemart/?page=shop.product_details&amp;amp;flypage=flypage.tpl&amp;amp;product_id=17&amp;amp;category_id=7&amp;amp;vmcchk=1"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; from Kisan.  Now, if only it wasn't so pricey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6497478513693864635?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6497478513693864635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-list-take-2-owl-love-you-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6497478513693864635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6497478513693864635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish-list-take-2-owl-love-you-forever.html' title='Wish List Take 2:  Owl love you forever'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SxyQ5LiyPDI/AAAAAAAAAV0/F9L5EnCwcHk/s72-c/Owl_lamp_4b18184f4e884.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7568299741950006127</id><published>2009-12-06T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:26:10.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unicorns'/><title type='text'>Wishlist Take 1:  Unikey to my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm starting a wish list for hoo haa's.  I really can't think of anything I need or seriously want.  But these are some things I wouldn't mind having, if you know what I mean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll start simple with Unikeys from &lt;a href="http://www.popdeluxe.net/"&gt;popdeluxe.net&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sxxq85NHnNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/RD95nadOhlo/s400/yhst-53777107109672_2079_2099589.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412318446573034706" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I already have one similar courtesy of Angela, but I would love to have a collection of them.  The one Angela gave me has rainbow colored hair and it's own horn.  These use the key as their own "magical" horn.  It's so so cuuuuuute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7568299741950006127?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7568299741950006127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7568299741950006127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7568299741950006127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishlist-take-1.html' title='Wishlist Take 1:  Unikey to my heart'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sxxq85NHnNI/AAAAAAAAAVs/RD95nadOhlo/s72-c/yhst-53777107109672_2079_2099589.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-5691553127176805314</id><published>2009-12-06T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T11:47:45.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='undies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aerie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>My Comfort &amp; Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SxwGkn9Ra4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/l7_IMPX9m0I/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SxwGkn9Ra4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/l7_IMPX9m0I/s400/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412208078463527810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not like you need to know...or even want to for that matter, but I think I now have more Christmas undies than regular ones.  I seriously can't help it.  I love festive undergarments.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This season Aerie came out with so many amazing ones, that I couldn't get just one set.  Plus, they were on super sale, and I'm obsessed with their boybriefs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yayyyy Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-5691553127176805314?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5691553127176805314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-comfort-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5691553127176805314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5691553127176805314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-comfort-joy.html' title='My Comfort &amp; Joy'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SxwGkn9Ra4I/AAAAAAAAAVc/l7_IMPX9m0I/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-5620823940893249467</id><published>2009-12-03T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T21:54:45.516-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoenix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><title type='text'>Take me to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/io_pXLtY0R0&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/io_pXLtY0R0&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either Paris or Phoenix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-5620823940893249467?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5620823940893249467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-me-to-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5620823940893249467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5620823940893249467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-me-to-you.html' title='Take me to you'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-8352977366486164901</id><published>2009-11-22T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:26:40.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xander'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><title type='text'>My little helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Swt7D2G2lVI/AAAAAAAAASc/2QSHo1ZhHBQ/s1600/2009_10_27_006wtmk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Swt7D2G2lVI/AAAAAAAAASc/2QSHo1ZhHBQ/s400/2009_10_27_006wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407551083582494034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Xander loves to help make the bed.  It's his favorite.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Swt7Dj1YvgI/AAAAAAAAASU/YhV-Scj0XhY/s1600/2009_10_27_005wtmk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Swt7Dj1YvgI/AAAAAAAAASU/YhV-Scj0XhY/s400/2009_10_27_005wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407551078677396994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He plays underneath the covers and likes to hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Swt7DQ3tKnI/AAAAAAAAASM/yPcNjZrg07U/s1600/2009_10_27_004wtmk.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Swt7DQ3tKnI/AAAAAAAAASM/yPcNjZrg07U/s400/2009_10_27_004wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407551073586850418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Swt7CuZBe0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nV9MExQTrJk/s1600/2009_10_27_001wtmk.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's so fluffy like a lil' bunny.  I like to snuggle him as much as I possibly can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Swt7CuZBe0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nV9MExQTrJk/s1600/2009_10_27_001wtmk.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Swt7CuZBe0I/AAAAAAAAAR8/nV9MExQTrJk/s400/2009_10_27_001wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407551064331352898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's way too cute.  I can hardly take it.  Sorry, I just have to &lt;a href="http://jiscilla.smugmug.com/Animal-Portraits/Xander-makes-the-bed/10423988_rUwNw#722521947_DYNRa"&gt;brag&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-8352977366486164901?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8352977366486164901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-helper.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8352977366486164901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8352977366486164901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-little-helper.html' title='My little helper'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Swt7D2G2lVI/AAAAAAAAASc/2QSHo1ZhHBQ/s72-c/2009_10_27_006wtmk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-2287553331193045654</id><published>2009-11-19T21:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T22:05:51.428-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disabled'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>Dancing without limbs</title><content type='html'>A lot of you will probably find this creepy, but I find it quite beautiful.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mLe9ZSwU4aQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mLe9ZSwU4aQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next video is really astonishing.  It literally took my breath away, and actually made me believe that anything is possible.  Would you ever think dancing could be possible without an arm or even a leg?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKxkxGj612A&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKxkxGj612A&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes seeing things like this only make me angry at myself...for getting upset over such petty things in life.  I'm not saying losing a limb or something like that has ruined people's lives, but really, it's hard to realize just how lucky we are until we've experienced a loss.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-2287553331193045654?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2287553331193045654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/dancing-without-limbs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2287553331193045654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2287553331193045654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/dancing-without-limbs.html' title='Dancing without limbs'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7607271590966577396</id><published>2009-11-18T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:31:21.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proposal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>I tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7652734&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7652734&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=ffffff&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7652734"&gt;Marissa, will you marry me?&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/justin"&gt;justin&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;The most beautiful, most romantic proposal.  Bravo, kid....bravo.  I'm literally tearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7607271590966577396?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7607271590966577396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-tear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7607271590966577396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7607271590966577396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-tear.html' title='I tear'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-8892711822407413174</id><published>2009-11-17T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T00:08:19.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yogurt covered raisins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nutrition facts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Tricks aren't just for kids</title><content type='html'>I'm totally wandering into being the world's most boring blogger, but here's what I wanted to discuss anyway:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day someone offered me some of these awesome looking yogurt covered raisins.  Of course, I'm thinking, raisins = healthy + yogurt = still healthy...and come on, look at the packaging!  I figured, at least it's not Raisinets, so why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SwOQzdFZb5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/jKgVmtLTc-4/s1600/Raisins_Vanilla_D.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SwOQzdFZb5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/jKgVmtLTc-4/s400/Raisins_Vanilla_D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405323191429722002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll admit, I'm not what you would call a healthy eater, but sometimes, I like to see if I can be.  Anyways, come to find out later, these things are awful for you!  Now, chances are I can eat half the bag if not the whole thing in one sitting, so let's see if I can explain some calculations I came up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One serving size is 18 pieces, and there are 8 servings to a bag.  Per serving is 6 grams of fat (and even worse, 6 grams of SATURATED FAT), and 140 calories.  So say I were to eat the whole bag...that's 48 GRAMS OF FAT and 1,120 CALORIES (that's more than half of what your average daily calorie intake should be).  This just completely blew my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I decided to take your average snack of a chocolate chip granola bar and compare some factors.  There are only 50 calories in one bar, so that means I would have to eat approximately 22 granola bars to equal the calorie intake of these so-called yogurt covered raisins!  I mean, seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess my point is you can't judge a book by it's cover (which I find myself so often doing).  The packing totally sold me on this one.  Bravo to them for having a great advertising team, but yikes, I realized I really need to start reading more into the labels and nutrition facts on the side or back panel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-8892711822407413174?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8892711822407413174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/tricks-arent-just-for-kids.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8892711822407413174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8892711822407413174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/tricks-arent-just-for-kids.html' title='Tricks aren&apos;t just for kids'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SwOQzdFZb5I/AAAAAAAAAR0/jKgVmtLTc-4/s72-c/Raisins_Vanilla_D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-2171222144744114976</id><published>2009-11-10T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:30:57.967-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='topshop'/><title type='text'>I'm really not happy, and let me tell you why</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SvzwzYfcFfI/AAAAAAAAARU/z-GbeGZpR3Q/s1600-h/Backinstock-hero-1211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SvzwzYfcFfI/AAAAAAAAARU/z-GbeGZpR3Q/s400/Backinstock-hero-1211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403458418476062194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So apparently, there's been one open in the US for about a year now, however, it's taken me a while to get my butt in this place.  I hate large stores, especially ones that remind me of department stores (I'm much more of a small boutique kind of girl).  I have avoided this so-called fashion haven at all costs, but I feel, I may have made a mistake.  I might have to make an exception for this holy place...TOPSHOP!  Que the harmonizing angels singing Hallelujiah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Svzw0kToArI/AAAAAAAAARs/akgL4LcqC2Q/s400/Petite-hero-0911.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403458438827606706" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, don't patronize me.  I knew of it's excellence for quite some time.  An ex of mine had bought me some things from there when he flew across seas that I love, and I lurk lookbook.nu like it's basically my job.   I'm not completely in the dark!  But seriously, it only really hit me when I was actually inside the store.  I almost had an anxiety attack; there were so many wonderful things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Svzwz5jLTuI/AAAAAAAAARk/gGE8moS5EJQ/s400/Leggings-hero-1211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403458427350109922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still hate the setup.   Anything with multiple floors the size of basketball courts should be banned (i.e.  Forever 21, H&amp;amp;M, Macy's...yuck!).  I just feel like I'm stuck inside a corn maze when I'm in one of them.  It is harzardous to shoppers' health.  However, let's just say, Topshop, for you, I will.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Svzwz9tambI/AAAAAAAAARc/PipfN4WwDQQ/s400/Bags-purses-hero-1211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403458428466796978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I literally ran out of that store before I could do any serious damage.  It took all the control in my body to resist.  Only one pair of shoes fell victim.  Luckily, they were on sale.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If anybody questions what to get me for Christmas, please start here.  Fanx.  I don't think there could be anything from this store that I wouldn't love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-2171222144744114976?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2171222144744114976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-really-not-happy-and-let-me-tell-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2171222144744114976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2171222144744114976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-really-not-happy-and-let-me-tell-you.html' title='I&apos;m really not happy, and let me tell you why'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SvzwzYfcFfI/AAAAAAAAARU/z-GbeGZpR3Q/s72-c/Backinstock-hero-1211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-1887004459151134476</id><published>2009-11-05T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:30:14.954-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='science of sleep'/><title type='text'>Movie of dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SvOpz65QXaI/AAAAAAAAARE/WIYH203Snzk/s400/tumblr_ksm8weoiCC1qz9o5co1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400847087595183522" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;One of my favorite movies I used to put on all the time before I went to bed.  It made me have lovely dreams, and I'm sad I no longer have this.  It 'twas Ashley's, my old roomie's :(    I need to go out and invest in this for myself.  I also think Where The Wild Things Are will be my next Science of Sleep.  I can't wait for it to come out on DVD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-1887004459151134476?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1887004459151134476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-of-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1887004459151134476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1887004459151134476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-of-dreams.html' title='Movie of dreams'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SvOpz65QXaI/AAAAAAAAARE/WIYH203Snzk/s72-c/tumblr_ksm8weoiCC1qz9o5co1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-663487871143067541</id><published>2009-10-31T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:29:34.044-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandpa'/><title type='text'>Halloween happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Su0Z28ZVTsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zyV2wWI3mo4/s1600-h/tumblr_ksbukkWfF91qzzi50o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Su0Z28ZVTsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zyV2wWI3mo4/s400/tumblr_ksbukkWfF91qzzi50o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398999960003104450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN EVERYONE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mark my word, there will be a party next year.  With all the lack of haps this year, I'm just not gonna let that happen again.  Halloween is too great of a holiday to go anti.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The past 5 years for me have been rough around this day as it is the anniversary of my grandfather's death.  He passed just 5 years ago on the 27th of October and we had his funeral on Halloween day.  Even though time passes by, I can't help but feel the pangs of sadness.  This man had such an influence in my life.  He was so jolly, so loveable.  Everybody in town knew him.  He was so memorable.  He would have wanted me to celebrate this day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Halloween was one of his favorite holidays.  Every year he dressed as Fred Flintstone.  He loved to give candy out to the children walking up and down the block.  The young ones of the family always made a trip over as their last stop of the night.  No one could be a better Fred than this man.  "Yabba dabba do!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish for just one more time, I could squeeze him tight...make him laugh so I can see his smile.  I can still feel the whiskers of his chin when he used to plant a kiss on my cheek.  And his round hard belly in between the way of my small wingspan wrapped around him when I hugged him goodbye.  I miss him so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything he had was "just for you."  He liked to please and make everyone around him happy.  If he baked a cake, he baked it just for me (though, the next person to walk through the door, he made sure to tell them he baked it just for them, too).  If it was Italian bread he bought, he bought it just for me (though, he really did cause every Sunday I came over there were 2 loafs...one for me, and one for everyone else.  He knew how much I liked it, so he made sure there was always enough).  It was always something with him.  He knew how to make everything just right for everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A man that has seen the world had loved nothing more than just being home and with his family.  He was a stern father of 7 boys and 3 girls but was as gentle as a kitten of a grandfather of 15.  I'm so happy he got to meet all 15 of his grandchildren, but I'm so sad that half of them won't get to remember his magnetism and have the kind of memories I got to share with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nothing like a relationship between a girl and her grampa.  &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, Happy Halloween everyone. Tell me what you wore.  I can't wait to see all the costumes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-663487871143067541?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/663487871143067541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/663487871143067541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/663487871143067541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-happiness.html' title='Halloween happiness'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Su0Z28ZVTsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/zyV2wWI3mo4/s72-c/tumblr_ksbukkWfF91qzzi50o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7879708436541149551</id><published>2009-10-29T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:29:11.567-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angels and kings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshoot'/><title type='text'>2AM Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dearest friends,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I apologize for taking so long to get pictures up from last week's Trainwreck (sadly, I have lots of other commitments I have to concentrate on, too), and I apologize for the confusion of the changing of domain names (I tried to make the easiest transition possible...for everyone).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT without any further adieu...the only thing you really care about in my babbling:  pics from our fun night out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sup5deMg_RI/AAAAAAAAAPc/75_HuW1t_lw/s1600-h/2009_10_20_101wtmk.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sup5deMg_RI/AAAAAAAAAPc/75_HuW1t_lw/s400/2009_10_20_101wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398260650585685266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babes in boyland.  It's not polite to stare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sup5cz3jNtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qkYF_DsfeqU/s1600-h/2009_10_20_038wtmk.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sup5cz3jNtI/AAAAAAAAAPU/qkYF_DsfeqU/s400/2009_10_20_038wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398260639223461586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of my favorite people.  A party is not a party without either one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sup6fKkUM8I/AAAAAAAAAPk/VfS2SfyIlxo/s400/2009_10_20_037wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398261779188167618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Nash-town knows how to throw down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sup-G6gfasI/AAAAAAAAAPs/FGRUbol4nuk/s400/2009_10_20_012wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398265760606808770" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Meeting Patrick was like meeting a celebrity.  Jeremy's and his homeboys from home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sup_Hf0lbbI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IQFt7dHXpFQ/s400/2009_10_20_032wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398266870134828466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;I'm not really sure either, but it's her party, and she can do as she please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SuqAFFkrweI/AAAAAAAAAQE/sQCdNe4OELo/s400/2009_10_20_067wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398267928240701922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Me and the jerms...go all the way back to my "ghetto" days and before his first emo haircut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sup_rlgAHBI/AAAAAAAAAP8/N-GStvOj0v8/s400/2009_10_20_069wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398267490134400018" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No one touch her, she's mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SuqCmfKc76I/AAAAAAAAAQU/i4yFDaj9ZfU/s400/2009_10_20_084wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398270701068939170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What?  My friends are amazing?  I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SuqD1Z2nwkI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Ihm4RTEbqjk/s400/2009_10_20_094wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398272056853250626" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Moose-staches for Angela.  Okay now, where's the beard?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SuqFZzFwCLI/AAAAAAAAAQs/C9g4fsyb5k8/s400/2009_10_20_117wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398273781614512306" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Whatcha got playin for me?  Are we gonna have parties in your bedroom?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SuqGDcQhfoI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/QtEFzZdF5t8/s400/2009_10_20_129wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398274497040187010" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;Ginger alert.  Nobody move.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SuqFEOmRXwI/AAAAAAAAAQk/Lz2iJoJmtVQ/s400/2009_10_20_179wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398273411041550082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; That's exactly my question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What you want more?  Fine...&lt;a href="http://jiscilla.smugmug.com/Parties/Trainwreck/2AMClub/"&gt;Click Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7879708436541149551?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7879708436541149551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/2am-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7879708436541149551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7879708436541149551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/2am-club.html' title='2AM Club'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/Sup5deMg_RI/AAAAAAAAAPc/75_HuW1t_lw/s72-c/2009_10_20_101wtmk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6464169756972505045</id><published>2009-10-21T04:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:31:50.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><title type='text'>Via iPhone</title><content type='html'>This is my first official post from my iPhone and I'm just writing to say I loved seeing everyone out at Trainwreck last night.  From besties to new friends...you all are friggin awesome.  Seriously, I have amazing people in my life (I brag about this all the time, I know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I am up too early with a migraine and this is probably not helping, so check back again within the next week and I should have pictures up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unicorns and magic,&lt;br /&gt;Jiscilla (via iPhone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6464169756972505045?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6464169756972505045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/via-iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6464169756972505045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6464169756972505045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/10/via-iphone.html' title='Via iPhone'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6863794212394011341</id><published>2009-09-29T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fortune'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='analysis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horoscope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>The Last Analysis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Before my bloggy blog went MIA, I got a pretty cool analysis of it just by simply sending my link to &lt;a href="http://www.typealyzer.com/index.php?lang=en"&gt;Typalizer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsLGHbZEjII/AAAAAAAAACo/ZKv_czT0IRU/s1600-h/Picture1.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsLGHbZEjII/AAAAAAAAACo/ZKv_czT0IRU/s400/Picture1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387085935202831490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the idea from my friend, &lt;a href="http://www.ablogaboutthings.com/"&gt;Pat&lt;/a&gt;, when he found out &lt;a href="http://ablogaboutthings.com/2008/12/whats-your-blogs-personality.html"&gt;his blog's personality&lt;/a&gt;.   Somehow, I like how mine turned out.  I think this even better than any horoscope or "fortune" I've ever received.  It all matches up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsLKJBffvmI/AAAAAAAAACw/BypHg9ka048/s400/Picture2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387090360656707170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6863794212394011341?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6863794212394011341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-analysis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6863794212394011341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6863794212394011341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-analysis.html' title='The Last Analysis'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsLGHbZEjII/AAAAAAAAACo/ZKv_czT0IRU/s72-c/Picture1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6221247658930568216</id><published>2009-09-28T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Rebuild</title><content type='html'>For those that don't know, I've been scammed by awful "host" (gisol.com) which I will explain about in a later post.  To summarize, they terminated my account/website without any good reason besides wanting to get more money out of me.  I no longer have ownership of my own name (or domain name), Jiscilla(.com), or any of the memories I shared online through my blog.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a post to ask you to bare with me while I try as best I can to rebuild and restore the memories of the past 8 years in my life I shared so willingly on the internet.  Luckily, I have bits and parts saved in here and there, so not all is lost.  It will just take some time and effort to partially get back what was so precious to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone who has expressed their sympathy in my personal loss.  The fact is, it is nothing trivial, but in knowing this, the care you've shown regardless of the fact, means the world to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to making new memories!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6221247658930568216?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6221247658930568216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-rebuild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6221247658930568216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6221247658930568216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/project-rebuild.html' title='Project Rebuild'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6981540925087087027</id><published>2009-09-16T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solid Po-tat-o Salad</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please do me a favor and just watch this amazing video (all the way thru) of the Potato Salad girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJ76pS23Ky8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span class="link popout" title="Click to open in a new window"  style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; background-repeat: no-repeat; background- padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 16px; background-image: url(http://www.google.com/reader/ui/2317887107-module-new-window-icon.gif); background-position: 2px 50%; color:transparent;"&gt;Popout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can’t get this tune outta my head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6981540925087087027?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6981540925087087027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/solid-po-tat-o-salad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6981540925087087027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6981540925087087027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/solid-po-tat-o-salad.html' title='Solid Po-tat-o Salad'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4131981745774605286</id><published>2009-09-09T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why Ellen is my favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;She is not only the modern day Lucille Ball of hilari-um, but she can dance, too. I don’t just mean she can shake her booty. She can literally dance dance…choreography and all. The girl’s got beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RdZsIv1zgOc&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" width="425" height="344" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span class="link popout" title="Click to open in a new window" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: transparent; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 16px; background-image: url(http://www.google.com/reader/ui/2317887107-module-new-window-icon.gif); background-position: 2px 50%; "&gt;Popout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also love how on the bottom after the video finishes, &lt;a href="http://jiscilla.com/photoblog/wordpress/?p=578" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;my friend Pat &amp;amp; his bff Carolyn&lt;/a&gt; are one of the follow-up vids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4131981745774605286?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4131981745774605286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-why-ellen-is-my-favorite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4131981745774605286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4131981745774605286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-why-ellen-is-my-favorite.html' title='This is why Ellen is my favorite'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-5045966478568019617</id><published>2009-09-05T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World's Best Dancer...you choose.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h-R5GQ0V-Z4&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" width="425" height="344" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span class="link popout" title="Click to open in a new window" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: transparent; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 16px; background-image: url(http://www.google.com/reader/ui/2317887107-module-new-window-icon.gif); background-position: 2px 50%; "&gt;Popout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video &lt;a href="http://jimjamgoesblogging.tumblr.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Jim&lt;/a&gt; shared on his Tumblr reminds me of my beloved dancing viking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_1nzEFMjkI4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span class="link popout" title="Click to open in a new window" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: transparent; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 16px; background-image: url(http://www.google.com/reader/ui/2317887107-module-new-window-icon.gif); background-position: 2px 50%; "&gt;Popout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can never watch it just half-way thru. It is one of my favorite youtube video. Maybe, it is partially due to the fact that it is the spitting image of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/grahamforlife" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Graham&lt;/a&gt;, and it is just ridiculously hilarious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-5045966478568019617?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5045966478568019617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-best-danceryou-choose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5045966478568019617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5045966478568019617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/world-best-danceryou-choose.html' title='World&amp;#39;s Best Dancer...you choose.'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3168392835761520518</id><published>2009-09-03T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:33:54.523-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hearthrobs and beat street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wild hearts can&apos;t be broken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diving horses'/><title type='text'>Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As much as this terrifies me to think horses actually did this, this is one of my all-time favorite movies EVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQG_Llq9ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fvw2yfcQIxc/s400/tumblr_kpco30HIE71qzofojo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387438736754275730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It makes me cry every time. I have such nostalgia from this. And I love the name Sonora.  Seriously, I wish I owned this on DVD instead of taped from television on VHS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3168392835761520518?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3168392835761520518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/wild-hearts-can-be-broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3168392835761520518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3168392835761520518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/wild-hearts-can-be-broken.html' title='Wild Hearts Can&amp;#39;t Be Broken'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQG_Llq9ZI/AAAAAAAAAC4/fvw2yfcQIxc/s72-c/tumblr_kpco30HIE71qzofojo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-1508463230501099548</id><published>2009-09-01T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ba da Bah Ba da Bah Bahh da!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h2 class="entry-title"  style="max-width: 650px;  margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; has been more influential in my life than any other, and I feel like my life is progressing in a similar route or path as they’ve taken their music over the past years. It’s very personal and hard to explain, but I feel like, everyday, I am changing…growing up, taking more responsibility, taking chances, making little improvements where I can without losing who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="entry-title"  style="max-width: 650px;  margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 class="entry-title" size="18px" style="max-width: 650px;  margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Upon my first listen, I read along the lyrics wanting to only hear the words. Those words, the story line, the fairytale…I cannot get it out of my head. I’m truly in love with this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="entry-body" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; max-width: 650px; padding-top: 0.5em; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="item-body" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:uma:video:mtv.com:431891" width="512" height="319" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="configParams=type%3Dnormal%26id%3D1620645%26vid%3D431891%26uri%3Dmgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A431891%26startUri=mgid%3Auma%3Avideo%3Amtv.com%3A431891" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" base="."&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; width: 500px; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/artist/paramore/artist.jhtml" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;New Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtv.com/music/video/" style="color:#439CD8;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;More Music Videos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love the folk sound (not sure if it’ll actually sound like this on the track), but I’ve been digging folk music a lot as of the past six months, so this will definitely be a star on my current playlist. I cannot wait for this album to hit stores at the end of the month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;EDIT: So I should’ve know this, the acoustic version sounds folk-y because, well, it’s acoustic, but the real version is a lot more rock. While I still love it, my heart belongs to the lighter version. However, the live concert version definitely deserves a listen to. It kinda makes me wanna dance around, shake my head, and pump my fists a la non-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(124, 140, 197); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mODbvy4uBUA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-1508463230501099548?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1508463230501099548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/ba-da-bah-ba-da-bah-bahh-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1508463230501099548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1508463230501099548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/09/ba-da-bah-ba-da-bah-bahh-da.html' title='Ba da Bah Ba da Bah Bahh da!'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-5654594292861906023</id><published>2009-08-30T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oddity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;There’s something magnificent about this commercial for Victoria Beckham’s new line sold at Bergdorf’s. &lt;a href="http://www.bergdorfgoodman.com/store/catalog/template/media.jhtml;jsessionid=0YJQOYQKFLOGMCQAAKLRPVI?itemId=cat326700&amp;amp;icid=bgvideo_victoria" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-5654594292861906023?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5654594292861906023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/oddity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5654594292861906023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5654594292861906023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/oddity.html' title='Oddity'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-8855096937138289386</id><published>2009-08-29T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A blog about BFFs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend, Patrick, and his bestie, Carolyn, got to play on a fun gameshow for Myspace TV…basically the “best friends” version of &lt;i&gt;The Newlywed Game&lt;/i&gt;. I thought it was quite adorable, so I thought I would share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=62498002" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Season 02 Episode 02&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=62498002,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hmmmm, I wonder how well I would do with my besties. Ummm, next sleepover…you curbies, are you down?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you liked Patrick &amp;amp; Carolyn’s chemistry, check out their blog, &lt;a href="http://ablogaboutthings.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;A Blog About Things&lt;/a&gt;. I always love reading what they’re currently getting into.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-8855096937138289386?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8855096937138289386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-about-bffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8855096937138289386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8855096937138289386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-about-bffs.html' title='A blog about BFFs'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4054871848804810730</id><published>2009-08-26T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of fashion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I would love to see this (she has always intrigued/scared me):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tq4wo4JYy2s&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" width="425" height="344" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span class="link popout" title="Click to open in a new window" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: transparent; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 16px; background-image: url(http://www.google.com/reader/ui/2317887107-module-new-window-icon.gif); background-position: 2px 50%; "&gt;Popout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then this, too (I’ve always loved her and secretly wanna name one of my daughters Coco):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bvDFPjx-uBU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4054871848804810730?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4054871848804810730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-love-of-fashion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4054871848804810730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4054871848804810730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-love-of-fashion.html' title='For the love of fashion'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-5201434805642770225</id><published>2009-08-26T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:36:23.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curbside gang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unicorn pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impromptu'/><title type='text'>Impromptu Dins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A lovely dinner made by your favorite besties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQONVVmGXI/AAAAAAAAADA/RlzvGfTO6qE/s400/tumblr_koyu3dDlAw1qzqi98o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387446676470765938" /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQOVjN-EWI/AAAAAAAAADI/jVYas-X6d0w/s400/tumblr_kozohab49D1qz8b90o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387446817635832162" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We had a marvelous salad, pasta &amp;amp; garlic bread, wine, and even pie (now, dubbed the Unicorn Pie…it’s magically delicious). We are really meant to be the next Golden Girls in 55 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-5201434805642770225?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5201434805642770225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/impromptu-dins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5201434805642770225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5201434805642770225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/impromptu-dins.html' title='Impromptu Dins'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQONVVmGXI/AAAAAAAAADA/RlzvGfTO6qE/s72-c/tumblr_koyu3dDlAw1qzqi98o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6083287963598937798</id><published>2009-08-22T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:36:59.032-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='justin bieber'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adorable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>Justin Bieber</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I finish ranting about liking a Miley Cyrus song, I just have to say I came across this gem last week (Thank you, Gaby, for improving my life). Let me tell you, this boy had us bridal maids weak in the knees. I am so in love…sorry, Tyler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SWTdh8eM_aY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS…why is Mitchy C. making a cameo at 0:48?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, if you think this is all just a bunch of pop music with an adorable kid who sings well but really just has the personality…um, listen to his vocals. I swear, I’m swooning over a 13-year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i1zuN17t51A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Also, I’ve seen this kid sing, play piano, guitar, AND drums. What is he, an alien?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6083287963598937798?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6083287963598937798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/justin-bieber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6083287963598937798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6083287963598937798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/justin-bieber.html' title='Justin Bieber'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-8488527019188826701</id><published>2009-08-22T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:38:32.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unicorn pie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popstars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me me me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iphone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>10 things I have to say about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Holy shiii…let me get back to blog life. Soooooo much has gone down in the past week or so. I can’t wait to recap the JMJWedding! Since I have so much I wanna share, maybe I’ll just link it/say my peace?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VF4nh7hEeg" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;An amazing cover&lt;/a&gt; of Taylor Swift’s “Love Story.” I sorta have a crush on this dude now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2) I’m entirely over dealing with teenagers and young adults. I can’t wait until they step into the real world and get stampeded.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3) I’M 27! (Oh no…I don’t think I’ve ever revealed my age on here before. Talk about denial.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4) non-Parker is/was &lt;a href="http://www.channingjohnsonblog.com/2009/08/sturbridge-host-charlton/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;the most beautiful bride ever&lt;/a&gt;…and I’m not just saying that cause she’s ma bestie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5) I have a tumblr! Welcome to &lt;a href="http://unicornisland.tumblr.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Unicorn Island&lt;/a&gt;. Come follow me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6) Have I mentioned I got an iPhone? Two words: Life. Changing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7) I think brunch was the best thing ever invented. Mi mi mi mimosa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8) The Time Traveler’s Wife (movie-version) was highly disappointing. I actually expected it to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9) My mom makes &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/eb07k" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;the best pie&lt;/a&gt;, ever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10) I just bought the Miley Cyrus song, Party In The U.S.A. and I &lt;s&gt;like&lt;/s&gt; LOVE it. What can I say, I’m a Pop (not crack) addict.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-8488527019188826701?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8488527019188826701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-things-i-have-to-say-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8488527019188826701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8488527019188826701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-things-i-have-to-say-about-me.html' title='10 things I have to say about me'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3007701479190786581</id><published>2009-08-13T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliant in all senses of the word</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;I can only hold up for so long…a recap to come full of pictures &amp;amp; videos sometime later this week. For now, my newest obsession: &lt;a href="http://www.channingjohnsonblog.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Channing Johnson Photography&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQUgzJKxqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/klW1vCqRmWA/s1600-h/JMJWedding_ChanningPicPreview_3.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQUgzJKxqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/klW1vCqRmWA/s400/JMJWedding_ChanningPicPreview_3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387453607958988450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQUhd2fcwI/AAAAAAAAADY/ARpd_oXe0as/s400/JMJWedding_ChanningPicPreview_4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387453619423376130" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQUici4BVI/AAAAAAAAADo/3WD2Bw7GCq4/s400/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387453636252534098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQUh6AwnAI/AAAAAAAAADg/TWfoLdtX9_Q/s400/Picture+8.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387453626982636546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQUjI78FkI/AAAAAAAAADw/xN7tBpFKsYQ/s1600-h/JMJWedding_ChanningPicPreview_5.png" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQUjI78FkI/AAAAAAAAADw/xN7tBpFKsYQ/s400/JMJWedding_ChanningPicPreview_5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387453648168818242" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQVfthzYlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7n-9klSfAgU/s1600-h/Picture+9.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQVfthzYlI/AAAAAAAAAD4/7n-9klSfAgU/s400/Picture+9.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387454688783458898" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3007701479190786581?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3007701479190786581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/brilliant-in-all-senses-of-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3007701479190786581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3007701479190786581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/brilliant-in-all-senses-of-word.html' title='Brilliant in all senses of the word'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQUgzJKxqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/klW1vCqRmWA/s72-c/JMJWedding_ChanningPicPreview_3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3747772040531468795</id><published>2009-08-06T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQWFmTlmYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Iv_rFCsAcpM/s1600-h/P1UNydARjqsmcsd8GEG9E0Wjo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQWFmTlmYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Iv_rFCsAcpM/s400/P1UNydARjqsmcsd8GEG9E0Wjo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387455339679816066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;’never a lip is curved with pain&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;that can’t be kissed into smile again.’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-brete harte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3747772040531468795?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3747772040531468795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3747772040531468795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3747772040531468795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQWFmTlmYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Iv_rFCsAcpM/s72-c/P1UNydARjqsmcsd8GEG9E0Wjo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-221008838782538658</id><published>2009-08-05T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lovely Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikUWKi0W5_g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ikUWKi0W5_g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watching this just gave me goosebumps. As my favorite book of all times (even more so than The Time Traveler’s Wife), I have mixed feelings about going to see it. It rests perfectly in my mind, just how I want it to, and I’m slightly afraid to unleash it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The novel got me through my most difficult emotional period of my life. Though having no significant relation to my personal life, it helped me to get through each day. The moment I would give up and have no strength left in my body, I would pick up this book and distract myself, completely engulfing the life of Susie Salmon and taking it on as if it were my own. Forgetting who I was and the situation I was in became insignificant. I have this book to thank for so many things…A beautiful afterlife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-221008838782538658?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/221008838782538658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovely-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/221008838782538658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/221008838782538658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/lovely-bones.html' title='The Lovely Bones'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7100329114615125187</id><published>2009-08-04T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really can’t believe this weekend is approaching already. Jessica &amp;amp; Jesse are getting married! I feel like it was just yesterday when we were celebrating their engagement at Nizza. I swear to geez that I’ve been talking about this every single second of my days. The countdown has been ridiculous, and I don’t think I’ve been this excited about any kind of event before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bachlorette party was already the most fun weekend I’ve had in my entire life (really, that’s not an exaggeration). I wonder how this weekend will factor in. I already can’t wait to meet Jessica’s extended Panamanian family and Jesse’s side as well. So many friends are gonna be there to celebrate, and I’m so excited to have my boyfriend as my date. Granted Tyler is just as good friends with the couple as I am, I’ve never brought a date to a wedding, so I’m excited to have him by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the upcoming festivity, here is just a small selection of the 680 photos taken from bachlorette party on June 13th. The rest of the pictures are available to view in my gallery. If you’re looking for a more descriptive recap of the evening, Jessica covers that quite perfectly at her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day we can’t forget…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQbPomaJVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uRqHY2YnAmw/s400/2009_06_13_004wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387461009652458834" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQbQPlqmaI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/huDgBgYYcLs/s400/2009_06_13_019wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387461020118325666" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQbQs6_w3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Xv_oZPOMGMQ/s400/2009_06_13_020wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387461027992421234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQbRIK9viI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8tSl-2k4SDY/s400/2009_06_13_046wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387461035307154978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQbRlqeQfI/AAAAAAAAAEo/p9Y0CkyiGEE/s400/2009_06_13_027wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387461043223937522" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQcIBFOFSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-5X2KQFXeUk/s400/2009_06_13_031wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387461978296816930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and a night we’ll always remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQc-iV2ZCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JtODZg9ery8/s400/2009_06_13_117wtmk.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387462914937873442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;See more pictures &lt;a href="http://jiscilla.smugmug.com/Friends/Wedding-Related/Jessicas-Bachlorette/8576996_MreDn#565199701_r6Bkm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7100329114615125187?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7100329114615125187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7100329114615125187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7100329114615125187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/08/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQbPomaJVI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uRqHY2YnAmw/s72-c/2009_06_13_004wtmk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-2171877948100414834</id><published>2009-07-31T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cannot deal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just found out today that one of my besties from college is pregnant. While the thought of having a big belly, gaining about 50 lbs, and pushing a very large object (er, human, to put it more accurately) out my nether regions sounds quite ridiculous to me, I am surprisingly very excited for her. She’s gonna be the best dang mom, ever. Seriously, she’s so sweet and nurturing, it’s just in her nature. In college she used to take care of us all. I feel like she was just born to be a mom. Whoa. This is completely blowing my mind right now that this is actually happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t know how or why, but babies have been so relevant lately…I DON’T LIKE IT! It’s freaking me out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not too long ago, I had the oddest dream. Apparently, I was “babysitting” for my friend, Keller (Keller, don’t ask, but you had a baby. If it makes you feel better, it slightly reminded me of a cross between a real baby and a giga pet). Well, I dropped it on his head. It left a decent sized dent. I was really distraught about it, but thankfully, Keller was cool. He wasn’t mad because he said he’s done it a few times this month, himself, having made several hospital trips. But that was all the dream was really about. Oh yea, and we were at Warped Tour. Really? Really. What is wrong with me? Why am I dreaming of babies and why are we dropping them…and even worse, why are we bringing them to Warped Tour??? That just disturbs me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, then… I just went to my cousin, Tara’s baby shower last week. Normally, I hate baby showers. I swear to Goodness if someone makes me taste baby food and guess which disgusting vegetable or mashed up fruit it is, I’m gonna throw the jars across the room and hope that the caps aren’t on tight. Thank God, my cousin’s shower wasn’t like that at all (I’ve already been to plenty that have). Her’s was actually the nicest one I’ve been to. The cheesiest it got was “Baby Bingo”…and I’m a fan of bingo. The food was great (it was at Carmen Anthony’s Fishhouse in Avon, CT), the weather was beautiful, and seeing my family was awesome (I don’t see them nearly enough)…so I guess, it wasn’t so bad afterall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But ok, this is where it does get bad. I love this lady tons, but two days ago she shared something I wish I hadn’t come across. See, I’m a huge fan of google reader (ya know?…where people share links to website and blogs about interesting stuff they come across on the web)…well, this lady shared a lovely birthing story. Don’t ask why, but I read it. Oh God, why did I read it? There was, also, a video attached. Yes, that’s right, a video of the birth…a water birth. I swear, I didn’t want to watch it. Seriously, I really didn’t want to, but it was like a trainwreck. I couldn’t help it. For some reason, I pushed play, and trust me, it was a mistake…a big one. Without exaggeration, this has completely put my thoughts of ever having children in question. Call me immature, but I think that’s exactly what I am…immature…meaning NOT READY, not for a LONG time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other day I was home lying in my bed, and my puppy came up and snuggled next to me. At this time, I really thought I didn’t need children at all. Give me my puppy and I think I’d be completely content. No whining, no spit-ups, no teenage angst, no paying 18 years of savings for college…just a toy, a leash, and some yummy little snacks. Sounds perfect to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Geez, I must really be getting old if all this is worrying me right now. Babies, be gone, now, please!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-2171877948100414834?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2171877948100414834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cannot-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2171877948100414834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2171877948100414834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-cannot-deal.html' title='I cannot deal'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3856167111849757610</id><published>2009-07-30T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember these girls?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="385" id="vplayer" data="http://www.shockhound.com/videoplayer.swf"&gt; &lt;param name="flashVars" value="&amp;amp;v=rtmp://cp52188.edgefcs.net/ondemand/media/ShockTV/Interviews/si_0100_care_bears_on_fire.flv&amp;amp;codebox=1&amp;amp;swfurl=http://www.shockhound.com/videoplayer.swf&amp;amp;clickBackPath=http://www.shockhound.com/artists/6446-care-bears-on-fire-mp3&amp;amp;videoid=637&amp;amp;videoTitle=Interview: Care Bears on Fire&amp;amp;splashImage=http://s3.amazonaws.com/hottopic_shockhound_production/images/607077/CBOFwSHLogo.jpg"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.shockhound.com/videoplayer.swf"&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="best"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jiscilla.com/photoblog/wordpress/?p=460" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;my last post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; about the Care Bears On Fire got some “not-so-nice” comments…which is okay, really, (everyone is entitled to their own opinions). And their music may be more punk than what I normally listen to, but I still can’t help but love them. They’re fierce girls in their early teens, they have a lot of knowledge of the music industry (⅔ the group come from the School of Rock), and they’re pretty much cooler than I ever will be. I have a lot of respect for them. In time, I can see them really making something of themselves. They have a definite direction.  “Barbie Eat A Sandwich”…classic teen angst. It makes me wish I was in middle school again. I think I’m going to go to the store tomorrow and buy the CD. Really, I have to.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To see pictures from the photoshoot I did of them last fall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jiscilla.smugmug.com/gallery/8504197_M9pgH#580907043_mN4Ys%22" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3856167111849757610?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3856167111849757610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-these-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3856167111849757610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3856167111849757610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/remember-these-girls.html' title='Remember these girls?'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4006782446021343375</id><published>2009-07-29T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorscopes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone’s doing it. I had to, too. Most of it is pretty right on, and if it’s not, not too long ago, it once was.&lt;a href="http://www.goldinuniverse.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;http://www.goldinuniverse.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name: Jiscilla&lt;br /&gt;Date: 7/28/2009&lt;br /&gt;Colorgenics Number: 14562703&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are seeking an affectionate relationship, offering fulfilment and happiness. You are capable of powerful emotional enthusiasm. Deep down, you are a kind loving person, always helpful and willing to adapt yourself if necessary to realise the bond of affection that you desire. But you need the same consideration and understanding from others and it is this need that will sometimes hold you back… so let go, trust and you may pleasantly surprised at what happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You like the better things in life. You are sensuous and emotional. You are a follower of the Arts and you seek an environment that will give you the fulfilment to the senses that you need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everyone has to compromise at times and circumstances are such that at this time you are feeling the need to do just that. Put all of your hopes on the back burner and let matters flow for a time - forgo some of the things you want. The good times are just around the corner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are experiencing excess frustration and agitation which is the result of trying to resist any form of stimulation or excitement. This may lead to nervous exhaustion, angry outbursts or lowering of the libido. This on-going situation could become threatening and dangerous. You are furious at the thought that you may be unable to achieve your goals and even more distressed at your feeling of helplessness to remedy this. You are at the point of a nervous mental and physical breakdown but it’s not too late to do something about it - take a rest, forget about everything and try to take heed of that ancient adage ‘He who fights and runs away - lives to fight another day’.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You are completely worn out and you are not in the mood for any further demands on your resources. The situation - such as it is - has rendered you quite helpless, unable to continue the mental battle that you have been pursuing for some considerable time. Enough is enough. All you would like to do now would be to have some time for yourself, to find a peaceful situation where you can recuperate in your own time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4006782446021343375?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4006782446021343375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/colorscopes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4006782446021343375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4006782446021343375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/colorscopes.html' title='Colorscopes'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-5336912428178936088</id><published>2009-07-28T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:35:27.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jealousy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proposal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Whispering doesn't have to mean it's a secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is the cutest proposal I’ve ever seen. I’m completely in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/gdcsgZLnMwI" width="480" height="300" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-5336912428178936088?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5336912428178936088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/whispering-doesn-have-to-mean-it-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5336912428178936088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/5336912428178936088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/whispering-doesn-have-to-mean-it-secret.html' title='Whispering doesn&amp;#39;t have to mean it&amp;#39;s a secret'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7960037536403654428</id><published>2009-07-28T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently digging: Grizzly Bear - “Two Weeks”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is brilliant, and I adore their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tjecYugTbIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Simplicity always gets me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7960037536403654428?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7960037536403654428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-bear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7960037536403654428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7960037536403654428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-bear.html' title='Oh Bear'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3698223888276486406</id><published>2009-07-24T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodreads'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Some good reads?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m terrible, lately, at choosing my bedtime activities. Do I catch up on the interwebs? Do I free my mind and blog about whatever it is on my thinker? Do I lay back and just read until my eyes bleed (or in my case, fall asleep after about 20 minutes). All of them sound so tempting! Does this make me weird that these are the things I long to do after a long day at work? Sometimes I wish I were more interesting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well last night I chose to go with opening up a brand new book to read. After trudging through “New Moon” of the Twilight series…I needed a refresher. Parker did happen to recommend some “Chelsea Handler” to cleanse my reading palette, but I had nothing of that sort on hand (too bad, too, because I really want to read one of her books. I find her quite hilarious.).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I came across “The Wednesday Sisters,” and it is now on my &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/list/1671997?shelf=currently-reading" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;“currently reading”&lt;/a&gt; list on &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;GoodReads&lt;/a&gt;. I've only got through the first chapter, but I’m already feeling the wrinkles set in. It’s definitely a middle-aged woman’s book, but I think I don’t mind. We’ll see after a few more chapters...or if I make it that far.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anybody else on Goodreads?…&lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/1671997" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;friend me&lt;/a&gt;! It’s where I go to pretend like I read a lot of books.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3698223888276486406?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3698223888276486406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-good-reads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3698223888276486406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3698223888276486406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/some-good-reads.html' title='Some good reads?'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-942523712664094101</id><published>2009-07-20T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All shows should be at a beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last year’s &lt;a href="http://jiscilla.smugmug.com/gallery/8001404_fSNYt/1/520235616_jaxBf#P-1-16" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Asbury Park show&lt;/a&gt; was really hard to top with the ocean right behind the stage. But this year’s &lt;a href="http://jiscilla.com/photoblog/wordpress/?p=558" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Jones Beach show&lt;/a&gt; was a nice follow-up to the year before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQlRm3CX8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/adJGnbFsBHY/s1600-h/JonesBeach_06_29_2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQlRm3CX8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/adJGnbFsBHY/s400/JonesBeach_06_29_2009.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387472038661349314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;I finally got to downloading this pic someone took of Ang and I just relaxing and sitting on the dock, watching the sailboats go by, listening to Janelle Monae open up the show, and chatting about life while drinking our coconut wine and NoS. It’s the life…seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-942523712664094101?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/942523712664094101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-shows-should-be-at-beach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/942523712664094101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/942523712664094101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-shows-should-be-at-beach.html' title='All shows should be at a beach'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQlRm3CX8I/AAAAAAAAAFA/adJGnbFsBHY/s72-c/JonesBeach_06_29_2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-2837565573435733611</id><published>2009-07-05T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you lie with me and just forget the world?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQmUEKPSXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KsUO0rPkuOc/s1600-h/20081011132236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 390px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQmUEKPSXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KsUO0rPkuOc/s400/20081011132236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387473180397881714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-2837565573435733611?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2837565573435733611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/would-you-lie-with-me-and-just-forget.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2837565573435733611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2837565573435733611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/would-you-lie-with-me-and-just-forget.html' title='Would you lie with me and just forget the world?'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsQmUEKPSXI/AAAAAAAAAFI/KsUO0rPkuOc/s72-c/20081011132236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-124007554015764325</id><published>2009-07-03T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand and deliver your money or your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is probably a few days tardy, but I’m still kind of in awe of the No Doubt/Paramore show I went to this past weekend. Angela was super awesome enough to get us VIP tickets to the Jones Beach show. We got there a couple hours early and just sat on the “boardwalk” thing-y, drinking some coconut wine and tangerine flavored&lt;a href="http://www.drinknos.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(124, 140, 197); "&gt;NoS&lt;/a&gt;. Believe it or not, they tasted kinda good. It was so nice to just sit by the water and chat the whole time while listening to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/janellemonae" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(124, 140, 197); "&gt;Janelle Monae&lt;/a&gt; open the show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the time Paramore was up, we got to our seats which were perfectly centered and slightly tiered (good for me because I’m so short and can’t see over anyone’s heads…even though no one was really in front of us). I was so amped to see them play. It has almost been a year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their set was, of course, amazing. Everytime I listen to “Let The Flames Begin,” I get chills. I think it’s my current favorite song they play live. It was awesome to hear two new songs of theirs. I’m an idiot for not knowing what the second one’s title is (not “Ignorance”). I am so so pumped for this new album (Brand New Eyes). Eleven tracks they recorded, eleven tracks that will be on this album. Solid! I love hearing them get so excited about their work…it’s a beautiful thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now,…No Doubt. Obviously, I was there for Paramore (I don’t think I’ve missed a single tour they’ve been on since the very beginning), but I wasn’t expecting to totally fall in love with ND. I’ve always been a fan, just not hardcore. Yes, Gwen is all sorts of amazing on her own, but there’s so much about the band as a whole. It’s a sort of chemistry that makes things explode! If I could explain the show in one word, I guess it would have to be “Party!” One big party. I seriously danced around, threw my arms in the air, and kicked my feet in every which way. I want to do it all over again! We actually questioned which city they were going to next.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So many parts of the show rocked. The set, the video backdrops, the costumes, THE ABS!!! (Gwen is now my motivation to get back into shape. Her body is serious). All the songs just brought me back…gosh, to my high school days! My favorite part of the show was definitely “Stand and Deliver,” though. I don’t know why, but I was so shocked when all of Pmore came on stage. Hayley sang, Jeremy and Taylor beat the drums…it was such a celebration. I loved it. I may have even squealed. To think, 3 years earlier, they were traveling via band van to venues as small as The Continental. I bet they couldn’t even imagine at the time performing live on stage with freakin’ No Doubt. I’m slightly jealous of that, I must say,…or the fact that Jeremy gets to see Gwen everyday on tour. Geez. Surreal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, after all the “EPIC-ness” of the show, Jeremy came out to get me and Ang at the back gate so we could hang. The poor kid ended up getting mobbed. Being the good guy he is, he took a bunch of photos with some fans before Ang pretended to be his publicist to get him outta there. He brought us back to the buses and showed us the sweet set of bikes they have on the road with them. I’m particularly fond of his wolf seat. I showed him the video I took of the show. He will always make fun of me for taking videos of every show, but I know he secretly loves it. We basically just hung out, caught up on what’s new, and reminisced like we always do. It’s always good to see him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We didn’t end up getting back to the city until late. Angela and I had our fair share of encounters with crazies that night. The Wantagh late night partiers, the homeless dude on the platform, and the cab driver who almost killed us 7 times and screamed, “Your momma, prick!” Interesting, I tell ya.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/Mobile_2009_06_27_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, I woke up the next morning completely way too early for it to be normal. I was sore, and I had bites ALL OVER my legs and feet! Jeremy was complaining of the mosquitos the night before, but I thought nothing of it seeing as I had long sleeves and leggings on. Now, I have this huge welt on my left limb (still). Hopefully that will fade quickly, lest not the memories of an awesome weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-124007554015764325?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/124007554015764325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/stand-and-deliver-your-money-or-your.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/124007554015764325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/124007554015764325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/stand-and-deliver-your-money-or-your.html' title='Stand and deliver your money or your life'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6413072551346401768</id><published>2009-07-01T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New specs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;I got them two days ago at &lt;a href="http://store.fabulousfannys.com/catalog" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Fabulous Fanny’s&lt;/a&gt; on 9th St. between 1st and 2nd Ave. Do you dig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;   font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsS57qtvjmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ji99Wkbm7CA/s1600-h/Photobooth_2009_06_30_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsS57qtvjmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ji99Wkbm7CA/s400/Photobooth_2009_06_30_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387635488971525730" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I swear, I thought I could only dream of finding a place like this. They have thousands of frames to choose from, and in ANY style you could possibly want. You want the 80’s? They got it. You want 1930’s spectacles? No problem. You want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://store.fabulousfannys.com/node/272" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;the cateye, blue butterfly frames from the 1960’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;. Piece of cake. Trust me, you can’t even imagine half the stock that they have. The website is not even 1/16th of the store…you gotta go in and see it for yourself. I probably spent at least 2 hrs going through all the awesomeness. I had the hardest time deciding. I had to remain strong (meaning practical), though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsS6QFuTp8I/AAAAAAAAAFY/qcVPdgGOb3w/s400/Photobooth_2009_06_30_01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387635839819032514" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;If you’re not into vintage, it’s okay. They have contemporary models, too. The frames I bought are actually made from a current brand named Kala based in California. I’ve just been so bored by the ordinary “Lenscrafter” scene. Everytime I walk into one of those places, I either get completely ignored, or they hand me stuff to try on that is no where’s near what I asked for. I seriously had no idea where else to look, and then I magically stumpled upon this lovely shop. I’m so happy (and they were so nice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Georgia, serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;It’s not your average optical joint, but it is EXACTLY what I was looking for. I highly recommend to anyone looking for glasses…whether it be for reading or for the sunny days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6413072551346401768?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6413072551346401768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-specs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6413072551346401768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6413072551346401768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-specs.html' title='New specs!'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsS57qtvjmI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Ji99Wkbm7CA/s72-c/Photobooth_2009_06_30_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7590535058997588654</id><published>2009-06-25T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;As much as I want and need to write a solid post about my MIA status for the past month…I think I need to build myself back up (kind of like working out…when you miss 2 weeks of 5 mile runs and 30 mins on the elliptical, you’re kinda hurting when you step back into your game). Slowly, I think, I will work my way back into it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am such a detail-orientated person, that I want to describe every little detail of my past month experiences because so so much has happened. I’m guessing I will go back later and do just that, but for now, I feel like I’m about to word vomit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The main event of the previous weeks was Jessica’s bridal shower and bachlorette party. If you read her’s or any of my girls’ blogs, I’m sure you’ve heard plenty, but I can’t help but indulge, myself. It was (in no exaggeration) probably the most fun weekend I’ve had in my entire life…purely for the fact that I have thee best friends ever. I will write separate posts on this later, because I would never like to forget these nights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides that, a lot has been going on. My friends are getting married, my brother got engaged, I had an old friend from high school pass away and another death in the family, work has been getting intense, I have been busy falling in love with my boyfriend…I just haven’t had the time to find for the internet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise I will make a comeback. I have books I wanna discuss, fashion fads I’m digging, products I’m into…my brain is filled to the brim, I need to let it all loose (that way, I can make room for more..hehe)!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoever said life only gets better with age wasn’t joking. Though, I feel a granny sometimes and not everything is perfect, I still feel like I lead this amazing life. Thank you, God, for blessing me with all of this!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7590535058997588654?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7590535058997588654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7590535058997588654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7590535058997588654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4728804984900930994</id><published>2009-06-08T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Kalilikane</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to feature a girl of mine who’s killing it in the industry right now. Shyrelle Kalilikane (she’s Hawaiian) is not only just a pretty face, she’s got insane talent. From modern to street, she’s got it covered.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some super gorg recent shots of her I’m obsessing over:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="300" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/ShyrelleBeautyShot1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="152" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/Shyrelle4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img width="160" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/Shyrelle2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img width="152" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/Shyrelle1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="479" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/Shyrelle3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do me a favor and watch her video from Carnvial below, and then head over to &lt;a href="http://dancemedia.com/view/90f54541d973f422150f06f9dcc044b0c5aa311a" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;dancemedia.com&lt;/a&gt; and vote for her in Capezio’s Award for Choreographic Excellence (ps….the video is a little better quality over there). She friggin’ deserves it with all her hard work and dedication, and look at how hott this performance is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2m4UZ5-PXOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you liked her choreography for Phantom, then check out her performance at Virgin Megastore in Times Square for Janet Jackson’s Album Release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HTCB2dMXS9U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This all got me reminiscing of the old days. We look like babies here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;img width="175" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/BDCWinter2005Showcase049x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img width="275" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/BDCWinter2005Showcase017x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img width="270" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/BDCWinter2005Showcase005x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img width="180" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/BDCWinter2005Showcase031x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4728804984900930994?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4728804984900930994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-kalilikane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4728804984900930994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4728804984900930994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/miss-kalilikane.html' title='Miss Kalilikane'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-8376556210531712851</id><published>2009-05-30T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Pit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apologies everywhere…I’ve been slogging! Yeah, slacking + blogging = a slog. Can you ever forgive me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I couldn’t let this one go by, though. I am FULLY addicted. Yesterday, I bought the Passion Pit album titled “Manners.” My dear friends, if you buy one CD this summer, let it be this one. Seriously, you won’t regret.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My curbie, &lt;a href="http://www.ericadagley.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Dagger&lt;/a&gt;, has been talking to me and my girls about this band for quite some time now. It took me a week or two to actually go check them out, but geez louise, I have no idea why it took me so long! I am already slating “The Reeling” as my summer jam (I actually had a dream last night and this was like the theme song for it…I literally heard it playing all throughout my dream). EPIC-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=56175110" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Passion Pit - The Reeling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=56175110,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have lots of favorite tracks off the CD, but I have to say “Sleepyhead” is my number 1. This is the song that got me hooked. It makes me wish I was back dancing. Rhapsody would do some dope shiii to this stuff. Somebody get me back on the dance floor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you like MGMT, I think you’ll probably end up liking this band. I’ll even categorize it with the likes of Peter, Bjorn, and John…but that’s just in my opinion. I’m not exactly a rep for Sony Music &amp;amp; Management.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go check it out…don’t make me say, “I told you so!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-8376556210531712851?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8376556210531712851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/passion-pit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8376556210531712851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8376556210531712851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/passion-pit.html' title='Passion Pit'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-939653255259964096</id><published>2009-05-22T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovestruck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;A couple weeks ago the boys were in town. They were doing some radio tour performing at local clubs and bar, and I, obviously, had to go support. I introduced them to my friend, Rubina, and she instantly fell in love with them…I mean, who doesn’t? I have been raving about these boys for the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="314" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/2009_05_06_004wtmk.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img width="140" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/2009_05_06_010wtmk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/2009_05_06_008wtmk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/2009_05_06_011wtmk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently they’re on the Top 40 countdown! Things have all been coming together, and I’m so excited for them. They’re so on their way to being the next big thing. Soon, girls will be saying ‘Nsync who?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh, and Asher has a movie coming out soon. Everyone’s gotta go out and see the remake of Fame!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t care what genres you’re into…how could you not be into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://c.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f9/10032373001?isVid=1&amp;amp;publisherID=1612833736" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=23967905001&amp;amp;linkBaseURL=http://video.aol.com/aolvideo/AOL%20Music/love-struck/23967905001&amp;amp;playerID=10032373001&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;" name="flashObj" width="400" height="346" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-939653255259964096?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/939653255259964096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovestruck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/939653255259964096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/939653255259964096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/lovestruck.html' title='Lovestruck!'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-773921779929087305</id><published>2009-05-20T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Needs a Xanax</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anxiety is on high right now, and I have a feeling it won’t be disappearing anytime soon. So much going on, so much planned, so much I need to/want to do. Must. Do. It. All.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/AnxietyBrainiac.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish sleep wasn’t necessary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-773921779929087305?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/773921779929087305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/needs-xanax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/773921779929087305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/773921779929087305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/needs-xanax.html' title='Needs a Xanax'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-9197852293745165110</id><published>2009-05-15T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Bmann</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m not really sure where to start with this post. I’ve already re-wrote the first paragraph about 6 times, and I honestly don’t think there is anything I can write to justify what I am about to acknowledge. As most of you that read my blog, you probably already know that we lost a good friend the other night. His name: Chris Brightman (most of us know him as “Bmann”). He was a “regular” at Trainwreck, and seeing how I view Trainwreck mostly like a family, this is a great loss to all of us. While I wasn’t close with him outside the party, I am extremely saddened by this. He was such a great dude…funny, sweet, and always friendly. He, also, took some of the best pictures!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Man, I’m just speechless. I don’t handle things like this well, though I should be used to it after all the deaths I’ve been through in my short lifetime. And I just went to a funeral last week! Geez, can we all just stop and actually realize the value of life? I just want to tell everyone how much I love them. Seriously, I care so much for so many people, and I bet not even half of them know it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I got to know Chris, better. I wish I got to know what kind of person he really was. I wish this week’s Trainwreck wasn’t his last.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope all those close to him remain strong. I’ll be praying for him…all his family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Rest In Peace Bmann. We love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img width="350" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/2009_04_28_045wtmk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I took this picture of him just two weeks ago)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I hope this wasn’t inept. I wish I could find all the right words to say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-9197852293745165110?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/9197852293745165110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-bmann.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/9197852293745165110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/9197852293745165110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/rip-bmann.html' title='R.I.P. Bmann'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-1662571034565633567</id><published>2009-05-06T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bomb-boozle!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good lord, have I been MIA or wha? Been almost a month since I last wrote. This is ridic because, obviously, so much has happened since then.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been busy, busy, busy with a bunch of shoots and parties to cover. I’ve been spendin’ a ton of time with my beau and other such good friends. I’ve had lots of work to do. It’s just been one crazy month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As far as shoots go, I had mucho ground to cover. I spent a day with the new band, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/tintedwindows" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Tinted Windows&lt;/a&gt;. First, I met up with them at the Z100/Clear Channel Radio studios where they were doing a few radio interviews. I took a bunch of shots from behind the scenes, and it was cool to hear everything they had to say since I wasn’t all too familiar with them besides their past projects. In case you didn’t know, the group is made up of Taylor Hanson (vocals, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/hansonmusic" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Hanson&lt;/a&gt;), James Iha (guitarist, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/smashingpumpkins" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Smashing Pumpkins&lt;/a&gt;), Adam Schlesinger (bassist,&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fountainsofwayne" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Fountains of Wayne&lt;/a&gt;), and Bun E. Carlos (drummer, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/cheaptrick" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Cheap Trick&lt;/a&gt;)…obviously all quite the successful pasts. After that I hopped in their van with them to go uptown to their next destination. They were set to film a live studio performance for AOL Sessions. That, in itself, was pretty rad, too, seeing the production behind it all. All the dudes were super nice (my favorite being &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Iha" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;James Iha&lt;/a&gt;). It may seem odd to put them all together, but somehow it just works for them. I hope good things come out of this for them. I’d like to see them perform again. As for my other shoot, it was with Columbia artist, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/samuelmusicnyc" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Samuel&lt;/a&gt;. That was pretty awesome, too. I felt bad because poor Samuel was sick and could barely speak, but he ended up being a real trooper. We started out fairly early because we were shooting outdoors. I probably should have scheduled it even earlier, though, because by the time we got to the location (&lt;a href="http://www.metmuseum.org/Works_of_Art/the_cloisters" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Cloisters&lt;/a&gt;), the sun was looming overhead. Still, the whole day seemed pretty successful, and we came across a bunch of fun spots to shoot. Once I get approved photos, I’ll be sure to post both shoots here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Trainwrecking has been fun, too. I’ve been trying to get back in action, but half of the time, something always comes up…which is why I’ve been slacking on these photos. Let me tell you, though, this party has grown even bigger from week to week. That makes me so proud of my &lt;a href="http://jiscilla.com/photoblog/www.ericadagley.com" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Dagger&lt;/a&gt; and Mr. Rob Hitt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My boy has been spending a lot of time doing his own thing for his band, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/agreatbigpileofleaves" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;A Great Big Pile Of Leaves&lt;/a&gt;, and I’m trying to be in full-on support mode. I’m so proud of him and the other dudes for all their hard work cause everything is turning out so great. I’m sad I missed their video shoot this past weekend, though, cause I have been on-and-off sickies (right now, I am on).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;However, somehow I managed to OD on my &lt;a href="http://www.coldeeze.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;zinc cough drops&lt;/a&gt; and medicines to get me to Bamboozle where I spent the day/night with Nicole, Jac, Crystal, Bramli, and Mandy (Side note: The rain did not help). It was a little bit miserable with the weather, but we had such a fun time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/2009_05_03_035wtmk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/2009_05_03_034wtmk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the day had to be our trip to Chili’s. It was warm, there was yummy real food, and a “Legit” waitress (omg, I didn’t just say that)…oh, and Tropical Sunrises! Nah, but seriously, my highlight of bamboozle might have been &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/takingbacksunday" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Taking Back Sunday&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously, that band…amazing (also, don’t hate on me, but I’ve only seen them perform once before and it was from afar. It was a real treat when Adam Lazzara climbed the lighting rig on side of the stage and hung upside down about 20 ft in the air while singing “Make Damn Sure”). Anyways, other bands we watched: &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/themaine" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;The Maine&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/arockettothemoon" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Rocket to the Moon&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.nodoubt.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;No Doubt&lt;/a&gt;. Gwen was obviously amazing. She kinda pulled the “awe” factor in me that I didn’t know I had for her. I am currently beyond stoked to see them perform again this summer repeatedly with &lt;a href="http://www.paramore.net/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Paramore&lt;/a&gt;. Rocket to the Moon is definitely a band I haven’t heard of until the girls introduced me to them, but I actually really like them, so write that down on my “Music To Buy” list. I met a ton of cool people, I just wish I had more time (and energy) to hang with them all. &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/byjacvanek" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;JV’s bracelet&lt;/a&gt; selling went friggin’ awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/2009_05_03_017wtmk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Her street team is beyond the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/2009_05_03_001wtmk.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could only wish I had fans like hers (if I were to have fans)…not to mention, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/amandamichellejrox" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Mandy’s&lt;/a&gt; too! Between those two girls, geez, we couldn’t walk more than 10 feet without someone wanting a picture. It was awesome. By the time we got back to the hotel, I was exhausted. I passed out in the middle of the room, with everyone else around me. I guess that’s what I get for being old.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Annnnnyway, tonight, I’m going out to see the boys of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/vfactory" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;VFactory&lt;/a&gt;, but before I do that…I must nap. Peace and love, my homies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To see more pics from Bamboozle, &lt;a href="http://jiscilla.smugmug.com/gallery/8127987_iGbhx#530006899_R8qcT" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-1662571034565633567?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1662571034565633567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/bomb-boozle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1662571034565633567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/1662571034565633567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/bomb-boozle.html' title='Bomb-boozle!'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-8048332805980671504</id><published>2009-04-15T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Olly Olly Oxen Free!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Again, &lt;a href="http://jessicaxmaria.tumblr.com/post/95991497" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;reblogging&lt;/a&gt; whatever my friends blog:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Matches - “Papercut Skin”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ERv4XZpfWE0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span class="link popout" title="Click to open in a new window" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: transparent; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 16px; background-image: url(http://www.google.com/reader/ui/2317887107-module-new-window-icon.gif); background-position: 2px 50%; "&gt;Popout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jessicaxmaria.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Parker&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.ericadagley.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Dags&lt;/a&gt; were the first ones to really get me into this band. I’m so jealous they got to see them play the other night. This is SUCH a great band! They’re fun dudes, too. I got to hang with them a few years back with my good friends of &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/montyarei" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Monty Are I&lt;/a&gt;. Irish car bombs in an Irish pub.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Justin &amp;amp; Shawn being “gangsta.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/MontyInNYC038x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve and Shawn comparing and sharing the same “do.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="222" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/MontyInNYC045x.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img width="230" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/MontyInNYC044x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to crush Shawn Harris, the lead singer and one in the hat (actually, I think I still do…whatevs). I believe &lt;a href="http://jessicaxmaria.tumblr.com/post/95991236" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Parker said it best&lt;/a&gt;, though I’m not exactly a JD fan. Regardless, he’s a good frontman for the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/MontyInNYC036x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They need to be way more popular. Where is everybody else on this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-8048332805980671504?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8048332805980671504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/olly-olly-oxen-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8048332805980671504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/8048332805980671504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/olly-olly-oxen-free.html' title='Olly Olly Oxen Free!'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6855946118245694924</id><published>2009-04-12T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not too long ago, my mother and I went to this indoor flea market we love. I managed to find a few cute little treasures, but I found myself really engaged in this unique album of old postcards. I ended up looking through each and every one (there must have been a hundred or so). They were all so precious! First of all, they were all Easter postcards. Second of all, postage was only 1-cent at the time. And third of all, the detail on them were so amazing. I’ve never know postcards to look like this. I suppose they were what today’s modern Hallmark card is except these didn’t look so mass-produced. I loved them, and I really wanted to buy them all (but what would I do with them?). I ended up buying one for my grandmother (cause I thought she would really enjoy something like that) and one for myself as a keepsake. I will probably end up framing it and bringing it out for every Easter as a decoration.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isn’t it lovely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="300" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/EasterPostcardFront.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/EasterPostcardBack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6855946118245694924?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6855946118245694924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6855946118245694924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6855946118245694924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4274160938786775057</id><published>2009-04-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Bunny Beau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m making a wild guess saying this is from Easter ‘92. But it may just be earlier. All I remember is I got this big, huge, giant bunny from my Godfather, and I loved this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="300" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/VintageJiscillaEaster92.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I swear to God, the only thing anyone ever needed to get me to make me happy was a stuffed animal. I was obsessed with any kind (the bigger, the better…but they were all loved the same). At one point my collection was well over 200. My mom made me start bagging them and putting them away in the attic (I cried at this because I thought they would suffocate). But it was my mom’s own fault, she was so good at the 25-cent Claw machine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4274160938786775057?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4274160938786775057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-bunny-beau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4274160938786775057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4274160938786775057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-bunny-beau.html' title='Big Bunny Beau'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4820096427224950455</id><published>2009-04-11T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippity Hoppity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ask you…who does not like bunnies?&lt;br /&gt;They are so cute and so fluffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/BunnyBabyCute.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;…and the way they twitch their noses and hop all around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/BunnyHoppity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uh, I just wanna hug ‘em and squeeze and love them to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/BunnyHugMe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I miss my Gracie and Stewart (the bunnies I had as a kid). But yayyy, Easter is almost here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4820096427224950455?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4820096427224950455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/hippity-hoppity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4820096427224950455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4820096427224950455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/hippity-hoppity.html' title='Hippity Hoppity'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6851649175942655469</id><published>2009-04-08T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fanning Fan in La la land</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I was watching this trailer of what looks to be a magical movie, I couldn’t help but think, “Omigosh, this would be the perfect role for Dakota Fanning if she were still, like, 8 years old.” Then, I thought a little bit more to myself, “Hmmm, this little girl’s resemblance to Dakota is uncanny.” Uhhhh, yeah, that’s because it’s Dakota’s little sis, Elle, (holy whoa, I just got 10 x’s more excited)! Am I a true Fanning Fan or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phoebe In Wonderland&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/j-hdYw4I1DQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6851649175942655469?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6851649175942655469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/fanning-fan-in-la-la-land.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6851649175942655469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6851649175942655469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/fanning-fan-in-la-la-land.html' title='Fanning Fan in La la land'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-6991622101275856139</id><published>2009-04-07T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pandas in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;…dedicated to &lt;a href="http://angxinxrealxlife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;the grand opening&lt;/a&gt; of my bff’s new voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/PandasInParis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For &lt;a href="http://angxinxrealxlife.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Ang&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-6991622101275856139?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/6991622101275856139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/pandas-in-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6991622101275856139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/6991622101275856139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/pandas-in-paris.html' title='Pandas in Paris'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7298188670273770421</id><published>2009-04-07T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell me about it...Stud.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(34, 34, 34); "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’ve been on the prowl for my own version of these for a while, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/JakJilLook1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;via &lt;a href="http://jakandjil.com/blog/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(124, 140, 197); "&gt;Jak &amp;amp; Jil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7298188670273770421?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7298188670273770421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/tell-me-about-itstud.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7298188670273770421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7298188670273770421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/tell-me-about-itstud.html' title='Tell me about it...Stud.'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-3074839936989590844</id><published>2009-04-06T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Veronicas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jiscilla.com/photoblog/wordpress/?p=268" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Remember when&lt;/a&gt; I used to always talk about The Veronicas. I still want to. I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OmRXdkczpMU&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span class="link popout" title="Click to open in a new window" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: transparent; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 16px; background-image: url(http://www.google.com/reader/ui/2317887107-module-new-window-icon.gif); background-position: 2px 50%; "&gt;Popout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad America is finally catching on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-3074839936989590844?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/3074839936989590844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/veronicas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3074839936989590844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/3074839936989590844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/veronicas.html' title='The Veronicas'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-2552039318410945923</id><published>2009-04-04T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4/3/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today started with a day at the dentist. This is the first thing I saw:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="300" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/TurtleBoltsAtDentist.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then I took a little trip on my own to do some vintage shopping. I tried on about 12 dresses, but could only bring myself to buying one cause the others just didn’t really do anything for me…and if I did buy them, it would have been “just because” and not because I felt a special connection with them. BUT, I did find exactly the hat I’ve been looking for…except in the wrong color. However, I still love it, and I actually may love it more, now, just because of that. Besides my new hat, my favorite purchase was this vintage t-shirt. It’s so rad, and I want to describe it here, but sadly, I’ve decided it’s too awesome for me keep and I’m going to gift it to a friend. It’s really meant for her to wear and not for me. Boooo for me…yay for her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After my little excursion, I felt like I was in need of a little movie time. It was raining, and I was in the mood to watch Factory Girl (a film about Edie Sedgwick).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="300" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/EdieSedgwick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, I’m so intrigued by her that I feel the need to know more. Angela suggested I read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Edie-American-Girl-Jean-Stein/dp/0802134106" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Edie: American Girl&lt;/a&gt;, and I think I just may (after I finish the 3 books I’m still reading). I love how she lived life. I know she was all messed up with drugs and stuff, but there was something originally there (without the drugs) that made her so appealing to me. She was extremely vulnerable and naive, but her love was so carefree. Part of that makes me so jealous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/Edie013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-2552039318410945923?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2552039318410945923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/4309.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2552039318410945923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/2552039318410945923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/4309.html' title='4/3/09'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-7186304514528410068</id><published>2009-04-02T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things on the internet that made me swoon today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we go:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 1, brought to you by miss &lt;a href="http://perrymichelle.tumblr.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Perry Greenspan&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.boingboing.net/2009/04/01/unicorn-chaser-bever.html" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Unicorn Chaser&lt;/a&gt;. Quite personally, I think it’s an April Fool’s joke, but I’m secretly hoping it’s not…every unicorn needs it’s magic potion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="200" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/UnicornChaser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 2, more unicorns. I came across this print on &lt;a href="http://heartshapedmorning.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Heart-Shaped Morning&lt;/a&gt;, and I, flat out, had to buy it. So I did. Now, I’m waiting impatiently for it’s arrival.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="300" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/UnicornPrint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 3, glorious 80’s rainbow garb. My heart sunk when I got outbid on it from ebay, but it only makes me want to search all the flea markets in the world for something near similar to it. I’m actually extremely excited to report, though, that my mom and I have already planned out a whole summer of thrift shopping. Can’t wait to see what finds I can come up with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="300" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/Glorious80sRainbowGarb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 4, from Preen’s fall 2009 ready-to-wear collection. Am I THAT predictable?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="300" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/Preen_f09_07.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Number 5, something a lil’ out of my norm. Sweet and so innocent. This daybed seems so cozy and a bit dreamy to me. I simply adore it. And look at the plywood walls! via &lt;a href="http://lookmom.tumblr.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Look Mom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/DaybedLovely.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perfect way to end this post…with a bed. Gnight, my lovelies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-7186304514528410068?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7186304514528410068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-on-internet-that-made-me-swoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7186304514528410068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/7186304514528410068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/things-on-internet-that-made-me-swoon.html' title='Things on the internet that made me swoon today'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-862987588722298214</id><published>2009-03-30T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna-see movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where the Wild Things Are&lt;br /&gt;This movie makes me think I’ll miss being just a kid and having the wildest imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/--N9klJXbjQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;500 Days of Summer&lt;br /&gt;Minus the fact I used to have a huge crush on Joseph-Gordon Levitt and now have the biggest girl crush on Zooey Deschanel, this might be a contender for a spot on my “all-time favorites” list. We shall see…I can’t wait for it to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coraline&lt;br /&gt;Something so beautiful about the creation of this makes me think of it like a French film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Js7wxoqeVK0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-862987588722298214?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/862987588722298214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/wanna-see-movies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/862987588722298214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/862987588722298214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/wanna-see-movies.html' title='Wanna-see movies'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-4757128603413480579</id><published>2009-03-30T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you dance with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really wanna dance to their song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jiscilla.com/photoblog/www.myspace.com/castledoormusic" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Castledoor&lt;/a&gt; - “Dumpster Diving”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1773914&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="never" width="400" height="302" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;span class="link popout" title="Click to open in a new window" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); text-decoration: none; cursor: pointer; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-color: transparent; padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 8px; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 16px; background-image: url(http://www.google.com/reader/ui/2317887107-module-new-window-icon.gif); background-position: 2px 50%; "&gt;Popout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/1773914" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Castledoor “Dumpster Diving”&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user766947" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Castledoor&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The video is very &lt;a href="http://wip.warnerbros.com/scienceofsleep/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Science of Sleep&lt;/a&gt; (un de mes film préféré).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-4757128603413480579?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4757128603413480579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-you-dance-with-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4757128603413480579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/4757128603413480579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/will-you-dance-with-me.html' title='Will you dance with me?'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846416849090989325.post-302057963772912271</id><published>2009-03-26T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T09:50:48.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bijules</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m afraid this might make &lt;a href="http://www.ericadagley.com/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Dagger&lt;/a&gt; hyperventilate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img width="450" src="http://www.jiscilla.com/photoblog/images/NicoleRichieBlackbookMagazine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is it gold nails…it is Nicole Ritchie in gold nails. And not only is it nails, but it’s a ring, too. They’re called &lt;a href="http://www.bijulesnyc.com/store_item/10726-nail-ring" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Bijules&lt;/a&gt; and have this ultra cool ring-like thing to dress them precious talons. Do ya dig?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;via &lt;a href="http://www.publicpersonae.com/blog/" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(34, 68, 187); "&gt;Public Perøsonæ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846416849090989325-302057963772912271?l=jiscilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/feeds/302057963772912271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/bijules.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/302057963772912271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846416849090989325/posts/default/302057963772912271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiscilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/bijules.html' title='Bijules'/><author><name>Jiscilla Rose</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16538275046577351834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5q-XtIlPLdg/SsF0yFC_5bI/AAAAAAAAACA/89UbdrTmAoo/S220/ForTwitter.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
