<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:53:53.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>your daily dose of ketchup</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bossyketchup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07974583430858196396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur8kf_p3vpw/SLuioeXlmII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gLe-2osYDsA/S220/Video+Snapshot+of+xgreenxxcrayonx.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-669406975268159749</id><published>2009-02-12T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T07:38:51.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a little ridiculous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SZRB6zG5UFI/AAAAAAAAADw/CD1PJ2ElQSk/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301935139729264722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SZRB6zG5UFI/AAAAAAAAADw/CD1PJ2ElQSk/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me too. I know it's been over a month but... Well, how much do you hate the new law about not texting? Stupid law makers, they should have done that first, and then banned talking on the phone second because when you text you have to completely take your eyes off the road, but if you're just talking at least you're still looking. What a bunch of idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idk, there's a lot going on in my life right now. But I can't really go into much detail. I'll holler at you one of these days to fill you in. It's vajday on Saturday, are you doing anything sexy? Anything having to do with chocolates? And candles? hahaa. I am going to work in the morning, and then Raehan and I are going to watch the All Star Games in 3D. Can you beat that? &lt;em&gt;;]&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, I start school next Monday, so I've been frantically trying to get everything together. I bought the cutest notebooks at target, but I'm having the hardest time finding the right RSVP pen... Don't you hate that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, busy is better than not busy. Hollaaa when you can, hoe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Clariz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I'm coming home at the end of the month, btw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-669406975268159749?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/669406975268159749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=669406975268159749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/669406975268159749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/669406975268159749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-little-ridiculous.html' title='Just a little ridiculous.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SZRB6zG5UFI/AAAAAAAAADw/CD1PJ2ElQSk/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-3345532827260355243</id><published>2009-02-10T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:16:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH!</title><content type='html'>I have been SOOO busy. How about you?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-3345532827260355243?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/3345532827260355243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=3345532827260355243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/3345532827260355243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/3345532827260355243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2009/02/defamiliarizing-photograph.html' title='AHH!'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-6945493391456971640</id><published>2009-01-06T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T00:09:29.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days.</title><content type='html'>Hi, T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. So sorry about the James Bondin` it with the cupcakes. I run a tight schedule, as you can see. Anyways, I didn't really do much in regards to a new year's celebration. Anyways, I'm back to working againg. I seriously haven't worked in ages (a.k.a. 2 weeks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll probably be home for the long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back into bottlecap necklaces? Can you make me one, but put it on a chain. That cord just didn't cut it. We should do a bottlecap x cupcake necklace. How effing adorable. My resolutions? Well, I'm going to try to be nicer, you know smile more. (All that crap) Maybe lose a few (and by a few, I mean a lot). ... You know, the usual. You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways you asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What makes you stay with your boyfriend?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Idk. Really? I just like him, I suppose. I think it's nice. He doesn't really get me &amp;amp; sometimes I don't really understand him. I don't really like to get into the cheesey nitty gritty, about it. But I remember in HS, Mr. Beckman's class, we were reading Love in the Time of Cholera, and we were talking about how Gabriel says after so many years of being with his wife, he didn't know her at all. And Mr. Beckman went on saying, if you really were in love with someone, then maybe not knowing who they are is a good thing. You find something new everyday, something new to fall in love with? HAHA That's so lame. But I think that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How do you know he's the one?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Shit, I have no idea. I don't think about that stuff. But, I don't think I'm wasting my time either. I mean, who know's what'll happen? I think, for now, I like where I'm at, and when that changes, shit'll change too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And after everything you've been through...what is it that keeps you together?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Glue? Random phone calls. Malasadas &amp;amp; Musubi. 90 minute drive. Flowers. Picking candy I would never pick for myself. Just silly stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you more,&lt;br /&gt;Clariz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-6945493391456971640?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/6945493391456971640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=6945493391456971640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6945493391456971640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6945493391456971640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2009/01/6-days.html' title='6 Days.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-5824431995032988594</id><published>2009-01-04T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:15:32.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays, Resoutions and Boyfriends.</title><content type='html'>So, the holidays kept me ridiculously busy. How about you? I mean, I couldn't even see you to get those necklaces! I had to pick them up on somebody's stoop (hah, what a funny word!). Anyway, how was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make any new year's resolutions per se, but I did make a list of things I want to do this year. Like, make more bottle cap necklaces, go to the observatory, etc. Do you have any resolutions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and quick question: What makes you stay with your boyfriend? How do you know he's the one? And after everything you've been through...what is it that keeps you together??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Tee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-5824431995032988594?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/5824431995032988594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=5824431995032988594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5824431995032988594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5824431995032988594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2009/01/holidays-resoutions-and-boyfriends.html' title='Holidays, Resoutions and Boyfriends.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-1738277239509658520</id><published>2008-12-23T00:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:28:10.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Been busy.</title><content type='html'>Oh my gosh, I've been so busy. Finals are insane. So far I have 3/5 of my grades...all A's!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This "boy" as you say is now my boyfriend, actually. Funny how you don't update a blog for a short while and a few weeks later have an actual boyfriend. Like one that is alive..and nice...and breates, eats and sleeps! Anyway, his name is Frankie. I met him at school, well, technically through friends at school. I really don't know what else to say. It's a blog. And we've been dating for like a week, haha. He makes me happy and that's all that really matters right now, right? He's one of those right-under-your-nose types. We were both right there and neither of us noticed each other because we were too busy fooling around and trying to make things work with losers. Such is life, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas and New Years are coming...are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel better, boo. I know today was pretty hard for you. I'm sorry and I wuv you &lt;33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-1738277239509658520?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/1738277239509658520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=1738277239509658520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/1738277239509658520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/1738277239509658520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/12/been-busy.html' title='Been busy.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-4433169203845427390</id><published>2008-12-12T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T17:23:41.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>Dear Theressa,&lt;br /&gt;So, I've decided I don't want to go into nursing anymore. I 'll tell you more later. I will be home next weekend. Friday --&gt; probably Monday/Tuesday. So maybe we can have some hocho and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. My finals are ovaaa. OVER OVER OVER. I only had 3, but one was a paper ... So, I really don't count it. I'm so happy it's christmas vacay. ANNDDD Today, when I got home there was this &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; puppy. Idk what kind, but she was pretttty enormous. Anyways, I was sitting in my car for like 30 minutes because she was posted right outside my door. She kept whining  and whimpering. When I got out she like just walked right next to me. She doesn't have tags or anything... IDK. I'm pretty sure she's still outside my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me about this boy!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-4433169203845427390?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/4433169203845427390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=4433169203845427390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/4433169203845427390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/4433169203845427390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/12/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-8907036050087408673</id><published>2008-11-25T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:17:28.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Vida Loca.</title><content type='html'>You know, I never read twilight...but, I did go to see the movie. I'm not going to lie to you...I was a little disappointed (only because sometimes I had no idea what was going on). Anyway, I have no been inspired to actually read the books. Great, right? Maybe I can get to them over Christmas Break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been so busy with finals stuff coming on. I'm actually procrastinating on writing a paper right now. Well, kind of. It's due tomorrow (5 pages..) and so far I have three and a half...almost four. It's a math paper, actually. I'm taking this class called math ideas where you learn about the theories and history of  math. I know it sounds super boring (that's because it is!) but it's so much better than having to do actual  math problems. Keep in mind that I'm an English major. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you're cupcake looks super cute hanging from my rear view mirror, FYI! Remind me again how much they cost...I need to put in some custom orders ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When are you gonna be back down here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Theressa Nicole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Read my blog...and, there is kind of a boy situation right now. He's into me..I'm into him...I guess we'll have to wait and see what happens, right? He works at the Starbucks Alan used to work at....dun dun dun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3333333.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-8907036050087408673?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/8907036050087408673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=8907036050087408673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/8907036050087408673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/8907036050087408673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/la-vida-loca.html' title='La Vida Loca.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-8353190856054084609</id><published>2008-11-24T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:19:38.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My addicted.</title><content type='html'>Dear Theressa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twilight. I've got twilight fever, just like every other girl who's read the novels and/or seen the movie. It's sad. It's embarrassing. But I dgaf. HAHA. School is over in 2 weeks. Who's excited? I AM! No more waking up at the ass crack of dawn. No more having to drink massive amounts of coffee to stay awake. I am so excited. I got my snowboard. It's pretty cute. Other than that, my life has been bit underwhelming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anything poppin on your end? ANY Boys?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just x's, no o's,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-8353190856054084609?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/8353190856054084609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=8353190856054084609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/8353190856054084609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/8353190856054084609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-addicted.html' title='My addicted.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-6118585547342191954</id><published>2008-11-22T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:16:44.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum, cupcakes! :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SSi8tI7N6II/AAAAAAAAACM/BnXe4NK4KKI/s1600-h/Photo+472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SSi8tI7N6II/AAAAAAAAACM/BnXe4NK4KKI/s400/Photo+472.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271670847513159810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333333333333333333333.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-6118585547342191954?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/6118585547342191954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=6118585547342191954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6118585547342191954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6118585547342191954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/yum-cupcakes.html' title='Yum, cupcakes! :]'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SSi8tI7N6II/AAAAAAAAACM/BnXe4NK4KKI/s72-c/Photo+472.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-752024523070324172</id><published>2008-11-12T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T16:57:45.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busybusybusy.</title><content type='html'>Theresssssaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have too much going on this week. I've got a test tomorrow, paper due on Friday. UGH SF WITH NIKKKAY. ;] &amp;amp;&amp;amp; cupcake orders. I'm seriously swimmin in them. Lol naaat. HAHA. But yeah, I like this pace. My toast is having some technical difficulties, but I'll work it out. I'm sure of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll update you when I have time to breathe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sorry for ze chode post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3579289998041861016-752024523070324172?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/752024523070324172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=752024523070324172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/752024523070324172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/752024523070324172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/busybusybusy.html' title='Busybusybusy.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7798278139085912724</id><published>2008-11-09T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T14:50:14.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3333333333333333333.</title><content type='html'>I just spent a little too much money at Victoria's Secret. My gosh, I love that store. My mom (yes, my mom) bought me two dresses, too. Next week we're going to see Wicked and we're dressing up! Exciting right? Maybe I'll post pictures of the dresses later. One is turquoise and the other is red...(and can double as a Christmas dress in the coming season).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm....I've been pretty happy lately (aside from the puppy business). I need to tell you about my new love interest. He's actually interested in me. Weird, right? I mean, maybe the stars aligned in my favor for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much are you loving the cold weather?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I hope you're feeling better, boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-7798278139085912724?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7798278139085912724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7798278139085912724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7798278139085912724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7798278139085912724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/3333333333333333333.html' title='&lt;3333333333333333333.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-1298250771063104176</id><published>2008-11-07T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:41:26.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The wrong side of the bed.</title><content type='html'>My dear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up irritated. Luckily, I worked alone for the majority of the day. It's so strange. The sound of people's voices made my skin crawl. Stupid questions made me want to throw up. Small talk just wasn't my cup of tea, today. I can't explain it. It's like, I'd ask "Really?" to anything and everything, because deep down I really didn't care for 95% of it. If there was a way of avoiding whatever predicament, and the measures were not taken to avoid it, I really didn't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's probably PMS. It's probably mother nature. It's probably because, deep down, I'm really just a bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll write on this tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll be in a better mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-1298250771063104176?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/1298250771063104176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=1298250771063104176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/1298250771063104176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/1298250771063104176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='The wrong side of the bed.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-406753061713992232</id><published>2008-11-06T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T23:29:18.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wuddup, sucka!</title><content type='html'>I finished my work, yo. I feel so relived. You know, I'm not really sure why I type "yo" on this blog or in text messages...I don't say "yo" in real life. Not that I don't think blogging is "real life." Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmmm, anyway. I feel very relieved. Five weeks of work in one night is never a good idea. My friend Raechel and I went to INO afterwards to reward ourselves... (and to be fatties, whatev).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm checking the weather right now to see if it's going to be cold enough for my to wear a really cute beanie my grandma made....yeah, it'll be alright. I'm wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have to say for now. I'm tired. So tired, in fact, that I have not watched One Tree or Grey's this week! :( Bummer.....but I did get a big fatty paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay, love you, write me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-406753061713992232?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/406753061713992232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=406753061713992232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/406753061713992232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/406753061713992232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/wuddup-sucka.html' title='Wuddup, sucka!'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7708852083566106245</id><published>2008-11-06T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T09:13:51.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>Aw, beeebz. I'm so sorry. I know how that feels. ;[ &amp;amp; how much it really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that might cheer you up. I loled a little, kudos to you if you lol too. Sarah Palin is just too cute for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oZfM5LluYqw&amp;amp;color1=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" color2="0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yours truly,&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/3579289998041861016-7708852083566106245?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7708852083566106245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7708852083566106245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7708852083566106245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7708852083566106245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-4239000480653586373</id><published>2008-11-04T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T18:15:30.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm.</title><content type='html'>I had to put my puppy down today.&lt;br /&gt;My brain hurts, Clariz.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what else to say.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh................................&lt;br /&gt;I will read your post below this one later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Tee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-4239000480653586373?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/4239000480653586373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=4239000480653586373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/4239000480653586373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/4239000480653586373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/uhm.html' title='Uhm.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7892244323369979134</id><published>2008-11-02T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T20:11:29.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indecision 2008.</title><content type='html'>Dear Theressa, &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020uqdA5J_m8BpjKjzbkF/SIG=137vchkf8/EXP=1225770538/**http%3A//compassioninpolitics.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/obamarealdealradiospike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S020uqdA5J_m8BpjKjzbkF/SIG=137vchkf8/EXP=1225770538/**http%3A//compassioninpolitics.files.wordpress.com/2008/05/obamarealdealradiospike.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday will be the day that starts the change that America desperately needs. Change, Theressa. I'm not saying who will instigate that change, but America needs &lt;em&gt;change&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 1970s, President Richard Nixon tried to stimulate a failing economy by overspending. Regardless of the rising unemployment, the high interest rates, and extreme inflation, he chose to spend money, that frankly, America just didn't have. His successor, Jimmy Carter tried to fix things but really his efforts did not accomplish much. In 1981, Ronald Reagan became the president. The country was in a dire need of salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 4, 2008 will get the ball rolling towards change. I promise you, &lt;strong&gt;regardless of who wins&lt;/strong&gt;, everything will get worse. Tax cuts? Not going to happen, and shou&lt;a href="http://wonkroom.thinkprogress.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/mccain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 431px" alt="" src="http://wonkroom.thinkprogress.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/mccain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ldn't happen. Thanks to the wonderful Bush administration, America is currently &lt;a href="http://brillig.com/debt_clock/"&gt;$10,543,252,523,280.04&lt;/a&gt; in debt, and it will continue to grow. The economy is going to hit rock bottom before it can get any better, and if you think differently, in this case, I feel it's necessary to show you the light. &lt;strong&gt;There will be an economic crisis&lt;/strong&gt;, saying that there will not be one is a completely asinine assertion, and you can thank the entire EVERYONE in political power. It isn't &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;the Republicans, it isn't &lt;em&gt;just &lt;/em&gt;the Democrats. Thus, it is important to take into consideration who can steer the country in a direction that isn't the same direction as President Bush. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Honestly, I don't hate President Bush, and I think people who say otherwise are wrong. There is a team behind him, there is a large group of people who help decide what happens in this country. It's a &lt;u&gt;democracy&lt;/u&gt;, there's checks-and-balances. It's not all Bush. He shouldn't be hated, it's not his fault lacks eloquence, an ability to articulate words, and intelligence. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chance of an economic crisis is not dependant on who wins this election. Tax cuts and bailouts will not help our economy. We need to do as Margaret Thatcher did. We need a "U-TURN." We need higher taxes and higher interest rates, among other things, to pay for the past 8 years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;History is bound to repeat itself. President Bush is our Nixon. Who will be &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; Reagan? It was Reagan who asked, and I ask you now, "If not now, when? If not us, who?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-7892244323369979134?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7892244323369979134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7892244323369979134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7892244323369979134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7892244323369979134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/indecision-2008.html' title='Indecision 2008.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7118329347113900715</id><published>2008-11-01T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:33:05.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parte Dos.</title><content type='html'>I've never hear of that guy that draws on sidewalks. That's pretty cool actually. I wonder what he does for a living...not that I don't think drawing on sidewalks isn't a real job, but, I'm genuinely curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, more updating: I'm currently obsessed with Thai iced tea and writing haikus...I think I might be getting Asian-fied on you. No worries, I check the mirror like every five seconds to see if my eyes have gotten any squintier. Lol, just kidding. If you didn't know me you'd probably think that was some kind of racial slur. Gosh, our blog is so racy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin ran away again, and I don't think my mom is going to let her come back. Yesterday a few friends came to pick me up so we could head to Santa Barbara and the deputy showed up at the same time so my mom could file a report. I was so embarrassed, Clariz. So, that's that for righ now, but I will keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm. What else? I'm pretty sure I'm all caught up on school work. This semester seems to be going pretty well, grades wise. There are only like 5 weeks or something crazy like that left. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, since I dropped the sorority I've just been trying to get back on my feet, back into the swing of my normal life with the awesome friends I have right now. It'll be two weeks tomorrow...and they say it takes half the time of the length of something to get over it, right? So, I guess that means I will be over it tomorrow! Haha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's mainly why I haven'y been updating, I have been so overwhelmed Clariz, with my own thoughts especially. I just feel like I'm in a transition point in my life...like, I'm becoming too much of an adult....it's weird, scary, different, something I've never felt before. But I'm handling it. I'm all sprinkles and cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I need to shower and get cute so I can look normal again, haha. Otherwise people are going to think I'm a bum for Halloween!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Theressa Nicole &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I can't wait to get my 'lil cupcake!!!! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-7118329347113900715?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7118329347113900715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7118329347113900715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7118329347113900715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7118329347113900715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/parte-dos.html' title='Parte Dos.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-4846584067609811099</id><published>2008-11-01T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:59:26.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry, Charlie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SQzoduP42kI/AAAAAAAAABs/Vf5muReCI0A/s1600-h/Photo+447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SQzoduP42kI/AAAAAAAAABs/Vf5muReCI0A/s200/Photo+447.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263837661817788994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all, check my blog schmee...I put a new poem up! [And it's quite fantastic if I do say so myself.Second, check out how fantastic I look right now..... I went to Santa Barbara last night for Halloween nonsense....wow, I don't even know what to tell you. Have you ever been? People are insane, Clariz. And our generation seems to be wasting away their youth getting drunk or stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my hair is in a huge rats nest, I sort of have a headache and basically don't feel completely normal the morning after. This is great, especially since I have people coming over for my "After-Halloween Party" in a couple of hours....Lol. Oh, wow, I'm a hypocrite. It's not like you or I have ever been so drunk out of our minds that we turn into hookers though, you know what I mean? Of course you do, I don't need to justify my party. I'm 21-years old. I'm allowed to party it up on occasion. That makes me remember this time a few days ago when this 17-year old guy in my English class said that 21 was the age of self-destruction when your life spirals out of control...and then you become an adult. After he opened his big trap, I told him how old I was. He was ashamed, as he should me... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: Our car got towed last night and my friends and I had to walk a ridiculous amount to go get it out, and then cough up $400...cute, right? Oh, and something else happened that I need to tell you about but can't blog about! ;] It's ironic that you were talking about Mr. Right, Mr. Right now and your whole boyfriend sitch. We need to chat about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on....I bought this super cute dre&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SQzp5nIq6RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KtPhp52Owb8/s1600-h/Photo+448.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SQzp5nIq6RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/KtPhp52Owb8/s400/Photo+448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263839240456431890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ss at Forever 21 [the huge new one in SCV] and I had to share it with you. I'm in love with it, no really. When I was 5 or 6 I had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Guess &lt;/span&gt;dress that had the cutest floral print on it, my mom gave it away as a hand-me-down and I've been trying to recreate it ever since...I was seriously in love with this dress...it was my favorite thing in the entire WORLD! I have nowhere to wear it yet, but something should come up, right? Fate and destiny will align so I can wear my dress somewhere perfect! :] I took a pic of the pattern up close, too. Sorry the pictures are such poor quality...I'm so lazy right now and I'm just using my MacBook's lil camera! &lt;3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna post this right now, but it's not finished. I was a little overwhelmed with all you had posted so I only read your first post and then needed to post my first half before&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SQzrruz6y_I/AAAAAAAAACE/RIdQojUZRZI/s1600-h/Photo+449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SQzrruz6y_I/AAAAAAAAACE/RIdQojUZRZI/s200/Photo+449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263841201021963250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I forgot everything that's inside my pretty little head that I felt I needed to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go read the other half now!! :]&lt;br /&gt;Theressa Nicole &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-4846584067609811099?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/4846584067609811099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=4846584067609811099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/4846584067609811099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/4846584067609811099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/11/sorry-charlie.html' title='Sorry, Charlie!'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SQzoduP42kI/AAAAAAAAABs/Vf5muReCI0A/s72-c/Photo+447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-8234875201014014668</id><published>2008-10-30T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:28:17.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beeve.</title><content type='html'>Hi. I know you're really busy. So I won't take offense to your lack of responses. Play &lt;em&gt;ketchup &lt;/em&gt;with school first. HAHA You're just going to have a lot of catching up to do with me, after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you heard of Julian Beever? He's amazing. He draws on sidewalks. He's like Bert in Mary Poppins, but he's &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/2843407371_148e7d0e86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/2843407371_148e7d0e86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The RAIN, &lt;em&gt;maaaaan&lt;/em&gt;. They said it was going to rain today. They said it will rain tomorrow, through Saturday and Sunday. How sad...What a soggy Halloween this year will be. I can hear the thunder and lightning, it actually drizzled a little earlier. Nothing to crazy, a light tinkle, if you will. But this thunder is literally shaking my house. God must be bowling up there in heaven. &lt;em&gt;LOLERSAURUS&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, &lt;a href="http://www.joleenaishonesttoblog.com/"&gt;Joleena&lt;/a&gt; got her cake last night. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwlX8h_OW-w/SQlXyZRShjI/AAAAAAAAArI/a2wOU6zCQDw/s400/cc+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwlX8h_OW-w/SQlXyZRShjI/AAAAAAAAArI/a2wOU6zCQDw/s400/cc+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have I showed you the Minicake? Pretty cute right? I think I'm going a little crazy with these things. But, all these IDEAS. They're flooding my mind at the moment. I love it. It's a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/010-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/010-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I mean really. &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/012-3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/012-3-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, well I have to drive to PartyCity for some last minute Halloween crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Word to Your Mother,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-8234875201014014668?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/8234875201014014668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=8234875201014014668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/8234875201014014668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/8234875201014014668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/beeve.html' title='The Beeve.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cwlX8h_OW-w/SQlXyZRShjI/AAAAAAAAArI/a2wOU6zCQDw/s72-c/cc+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7432101916827392385</id><published>2008-10-29T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:04:29.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Don't pt. 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX40RsSLwF4&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fX40RsSLwF4&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't question people's political decisions because everyone is entitled to their own opinions. I feel that arguing with someone who doesn't share the same political views as yourself is &lt;strong&gt;pointless&lt;/strong&gt;. "They," whomever they may be will &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; be wrong. Whatever you personally believe, someone out there will think you're wrong. But that's what makes an American, and American. Furthermore, I believe if you don't do &lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt; at all then you're &lt;em&gt;pointless. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pass this on. Pay it foward. Doing something is better than doing nothing, at all. Sorry for ambushing this thing with blogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours truly, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-7432101916827392385?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7432101916827392385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7432101916827392385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7432101916827392385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7432101916827392385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-dont-pt-2.html' title='Just Don&apos;t pt. 2'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-8387261902901286354</id><published>2008-10-29T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:11:10.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby you can have whatever you like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dearest T-Loveless, &lt;em&gt;haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you use the word "cute?" I use it everyday for describing just about &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt;. By Merriam-Webster's standard, "cute" can mean either:&lt;br /&gt;1. clever or shrewd often in an underhanded manner&lt;br /&gt;2. attractive or pretty especially in a childish, youthful, or delicate way&lt;br /&gt;3. obviously straining for effect&lt;br /&gt;So, technically, anything out of what is considered ordinary can in fact be described as "cute." Cute isn't just something soft, fluffy, and cuddley. It's anything "obviously straining for effect." That middle-aged mom who dresses like her 16 year old daughter, she's &lt;em&gt;cute. &lt;/em&gt;A puppy is &lt;em&gt;cute&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Cute&lt;/em&gt;. It's a good word for describing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... So, I think JoleenaHTB is the only person that knows how much I love Clifford Joseph Harris Jr. It's like, he's so fucking cute. I don't know what it is. I never understood why boys where their hats so tilted to one side. Like, only one ear gets cold? I don't know. BUT, I just thought I'd share this. I really enjoy Chelsea Lately, I think she's mad hilarious. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Just look at T.I. and admire how freaking cute he is. I don't care if never really went to school, was a drug dealer, has 6 kids from different mothers, is a convicted felon and/or is going to jail. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashObj" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/shockwave/download/index.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=" src="http://services.brightcove.com/services/viewer/federated_f8/1396519019" width="425" height="366" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="videoId=1883549003&amp;amp;playerId=1396519019&amp;amp;viewerSecureGatewayURL=https://console.brightcove.com/services/amfgateway&amp;amp;servicesURL=http://services.brightcove.com/services&amp;amp;cdnURL=http://admin.brightcove.com&amp;amp;domain=embed&amp;amp;autoStart=false&amp;amp;" base="http://admin.brightcove.com" seamlesstabbing="false" swliveconnect="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you day is going well. I plan on mailing your cake on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-8387261902901286354?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/8387261902901286354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=8387261902901286354' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/8387261902901286354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/8387261902901286354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-you-can-have-whatever-you-like.html' title='Baby you can have whatever you like.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-2349236730092289738</id><published>2008-10-27T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:47:13.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play the game.</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT?! They're in the mail! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Not yours, though, because I haven't painted it yet.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Sorry, you have to wait. HAHA. Oh well... So let me tell you about my very eventful day in a nutshell. I went to school, I did half of my homework, I went to the bank, I went to Michaels, I went to the POSTOFFICE, then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-___- Wow, my life is like a freaking movie. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; Yes, think I'm pretty lucky too. But it hasn't been all peachy keen, and you know just as well as I know what I'm talking about. And today while I was doing my homework with my study buddy, she asked me if I planned on marrying him. And I told her I hadn't given it much thought. She asked what the point was? But, the way I see it, I'm only 20 years old. I mean, there's no rush to get married or to get &lt;em&gt;serious&lt;/em&gt;, like moving in status&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I'm having fun and he complements my having fun, for the most part. &lt;strong&gt;Nowadays, I think a boyfriend shouldn't be all that you're about, he should complement you like a cute necklace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, I plan on moving to the bay when I finish school, and I don't know what his plans are, but I know I &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; to move to the bay. When I told her that, she said, "Well, then you don't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love him." But, I don't measure my love based on how much time I spend with someone else. I mean, I'm only 20 and my view of "love" could just be an older version of puppy love. And after, what three years, people could ask what the point really is? But, I like where I am and I have my own plan for my life. I think that's important too, I mean my life doesn't revolve around him and I don't &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; to see him everyday. I have my own plans, and he has his own plans, and if at the end our plans mesh well, then good for us, and if not, then &lt;em&gt;good game&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry T. You're not loveless, you're an emo-kid. &lt;em&gt;Just kidding&lt;/em&gt;. All I'm saying is, you don't need a Mr. Right &amp;amp; you &lt;strong&gt;definately&lt;/strong&gt; don't need a Mr. Right-now, either. Just go about your business, and if someone happens to comes along then great, by all means play, and if not, then that's one less thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay? Great. I have to get back to making these pieces of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-2349236730092289738?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/2349236730092289738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=2349236730092289738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2349236730092289738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2349236730092289738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/play-game.html' title='Play the game.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-5259958784094822939</id><published>2008-10-26T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:33:22.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Lovers.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm just writing you today to let you know that you're very lucky to still be with your high school lover. And don't roll your eyes. I'm not, and look at where that currently leaves me. Yeah, pretty lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not mean I have any desire to be with him (my ex-high school lover) or to see him. I think I've seen enough from the few pictures I unfortunately stumbled across on facebook. But, I will admit that I do miss it. I miss what we had and what that represented, not him. I don't miss him. A lot of things have happened in the year he decided to disappear off the face of the Earth and not talk to me. I'm a different person and I refuse to take any steps backwards. I'm too intelligent for that, too strong for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my point is that you need to recognize how lucky you are, even through the good and the bad. Okay? If for anyone's sake, mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;A Lover-less Girl (Who Wants to Make Sure Her Friends Recognize What They've Got).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333.&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I'm really excited about the cupcake! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-5259958784094822939?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/5259958784094822939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=5259958784094822939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5259958784094822939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5259958784094822939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/high-school-lovers.html' title='High School Lovers.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-6985872216263319348</id><published>2008-10-24T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:14:06.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't worry about the calories for these cakes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030860-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030860-2-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Are you cupcake`n it? T, you want one? Join my promoting posse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K Love you bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CQ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-6985872216263319348?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/6985872216263319348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=6985872216263319348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6985872216263319348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6985872216263319348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/dont-worry-about-calories-for-these.html' title='Don&apos;t worry about the calories for these cakes.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-350679040507723705</id><published>2008-10-21T22:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:49:45.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cupcakes!</title><content type='html'>how the heck did you make gold frosting like that??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. will update soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-350679040507723705?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/350679040507723705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=350679040507723705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/350679040507723705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/350679040507723705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/cupcakes.html' title='cupcakes!'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-5578334810957501028</id><published>2008-10-21T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:27:25.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz my nats too thick.</title><content type='html'>Quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, October 16: Raehan and I went to Rob's house to celebrate his birthday. Got to see everyone. Oh remember, that night when I was like omg someone just called me and said you gave them my number. It was thanks to the biatch on the right in the Hardaway jersey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030773-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030773-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday, October 18: I went to LA with Raehan and my cousin. Then we kicked it old school in Northridge Mall. (HAHA) We ate. We went to Raisa's house, then to Raehan's sister's apartment, then to Ethan's condo. Yeah, then back to Valencia ... I didn't get home till fucking 4:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove back on Sunday, and here I am today. Another Tuesday... I think Tuesdays don't get a enough credit, I mean sandwiched between Monday and Humpday., I'm pretty sure they get the shitty end of that stick. Anyways, my statistics class is seriously kicking my ass. I don't know up from down in that class. My class airs everyday on the education channel at 5:00 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw llamas today, well I first saw them yesterday, and they are so adorable. I pass them on my way to work.&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030856-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030856-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you still rushing? What ever happened to you long lost cousin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll get back to you with a more exciting update, in a bit. K love you bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;H&amp;amp;K,&lt;br /&gt;CQ&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Speaking of being creative, look what I made. Want one? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030860-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030860-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever said you can't have your cake and eat it too, clearly didn't know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;claracakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-5578334810957501028?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/5578334810957501028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=5578334810957501028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5578334810957501028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5578334810957501028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/cuz-my-nats-too-thick.html' title='Cuz my nats too thick.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-31033859206376458</id><published>2008-10-16T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:42:45.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sdfghjk</title><content type='html'>McCain Hater? Wow. I don't even know what to say. I kind of watch to punch Hayden what's-her-face in the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;face&lt;/span&gt; thought. That bitch has always had perfect skin and she does those stupid ACNE commercials. Gosh, she should just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life is good, I can't really complain. Except, I've been getting bloody noses like every morning. Every single morning. What the hell? I'm hoping I have a brain tumor so I just die or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a seriously shitty mood. This new org. crap has really been time consuming and I'm so scared of just failing out of college and losing all my friends and family. Should I stay or should I go now? If I go there will be trouble....if I stay there will be double (for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna stop writing before the screen catches on fire from my evil glare at what I'm typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love you though,&lt;br /&gt;Theressa Nicole Hates The World Sometimes and Stupid People. Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-31033859206376458?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/31033859206376458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=31033859206376458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/31033859206376458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/31033859206376458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/sdfghjk.html' title='sdfghjk'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-814725703384229638</id><published>2008-10-15T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T14:51:04.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Team McPalin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=df8d1f5b7d" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=df8d1f5b7d" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA. Thought this might get a chuckle out of you. Hope your day is going well! I'm totally procrastinating right now, I &lt;em&gt;should &lt;/em&gt;be studying for my Nutrition exam &amp;amp; getting my Statistics lab completed, but I'm not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if you watch MTB, you probs don't, but I do and I'm super bummed that Aubrey and D.Woods were kicked out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already Wednesday. Happy humpday. Hope your day is better than yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs not Drugs,&lt;br /&gt;CQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-814725703384229638?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/814725703384229638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=814725703384229638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/814725703384229638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/814725703384229638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/team-mcpalin.html' title='Team McPalin.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-6067827115433677998</id><published>2008-10-14T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T12:43:04.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickky.</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling a little under the weather. I heard about the fires. Are they near your home? I was sitting in class yesterday and my teacher totally called me out. You see, we always go over our homework before we turn it in. So he asked the class, "Does anyone have any questions regarding the homework?" &lt;em&gt;pause&lt;/em&gt; "Clara, do you have any questions?" Oh my god, I died. I felt all the blood rush to my face. It was horrific. Kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the plans are for my weekend coming up. I didn't go to work today. I didn't go to school today. I should be doing my homework. But eh. It's only Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered where the nuggets are on a chicken? Well Banksy found the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxNjikJNjdk&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FxNjikJNjdk&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-6067827115433677998?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/6067827115433677998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=6067827115433677998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6067827115433677998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6067827115433677998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/sickky.html' title='Sickky.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-5202222225853415773</id><published>2008-10-12T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:04:15.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long lost relatives.</title><content type='html'>So, I found out last night that one of my pledge sisters is related to me. I'm serious. She's my first cousin. Her mom and mom my are sisters...It's a long story why her and I have never met, but right now that's not even the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a conversation about how fucked up our families are and exchanging stories/bonding or whatever. I asked her where she lived when she went home and where her brothers were living and she brought up foster care and the system. This prompted me to share stuff about the new addition to our family that moved into our house and out of the social care system...I dropped a few names, like, my "cousin" deanna and aunt veronica..At this point Connie had just been listening to the story and being nice and at least pretending to pay attention, but all of the sudden she got really interested and said, "What, what's the last name?" and I said..."Pena..." And she was like, "Oh my god, veronica is my mom!" Then she started to cry, which made me cry and I hugged her and said "We should really be on a reality t.v. show."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally random, right? I was in shock last night for a really long time after the fact. It's weird too because I knew my aunt had a daughter named Connie...and I always thought she looked so familiar (my pledge sister)...I just never put two and two together...but last night is just clicked. I don't even know what else to say about it. But how small is the world? And it's funny how fate steps into your life sometimes...isn't it? [By the way, this is totally the kind of drama people like to read in blogs...and we're for reals making it, Lol].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I apologize if the story is super jumbled, I've told it too many times at this point and don't have the energy to type a memoir right now but I really wanted to let you know this, Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;333333333333333.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-5202222225853415773?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/5202222225853415773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=5202222225853415773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5202222225853415773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5202222225853415773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/long-lost-relatives.html' title='Long lost relatives.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-1206237214414098012</id><published>2008-10-08T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T16:29:42.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Très bien.</title><content type='html'>Yo BZ.&lt;br /&gt;Have I showed you my longest lasting &lt;em&gt;feeshies&lt;/em&gt;? I'm happy to introduce to you Don Juan (has a retarded eye) &amp;amp; Reako Suave (has spots). [*but i know you can't see that in this picture] I have to say, they're pretty awesome seeing as on the weekends that I leave for LosAnjealous, they don't get fed. I just leave them a fish fruit salad (i.e. grapes &amp;amp; oranges) and hope and pray they're still alive when I get home. I'm sure on some level that's animal cruelty, but they're still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/003-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am also learning how to speak French. I was in Barnes and Noble and I saw it. It reminded me of that time last last summer when we had lunch at Toi, and that bitchy guy invited himself, and he kept complaining about our topic of conversation, remember? You had a learn to speak Spanish CD set in your car. Yeah. Now we match. It's pretty funny, there's like really cheesy music but I like it. I feel like I'm learning something. It's what I listen to during my 30 minute drive to work during the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/002-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/002-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Please check the dust that is currently encompassing my vehicle. It's freaking nasty, I really need to get a carwash. I thought I'd just share that with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/001-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/001-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as I was lurking online, I stumbled across this. I think I want them. I think I want them really badly. Sheep stools? Très bien. Très bien. &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/sheepstools-1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/sheepstools-1-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let's dance. TTYL.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CQ.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-1206237214414098012?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/1206237214414098012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=1206237214414098012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/1206237214414098012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/1206237214414098012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/trs-bien.html' title='Très bien.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-2112486197742218061</id><published>2008-10-07T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T23:00:04.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>I've been sick for like a week. I'm pretty sure my lack of sleep/eating right/exercise/love/everything isn't helping much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fat. I'm pretty sure I'm going to buy diet pills and start taking them ASAP. Probably on Thursday since I won't have any time to do it tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally started work. Tomorrow will be my third day and I will have completed 15 hours for the week. Thank goodness. I'm so tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obama is on in the background right now...I'm watching the debates that I taped earlier...expect, he's so loud that I want to throw something at him (not at the television, but at him). He's talking about health care...blah blah blah. I'm so sick of hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you? I really need you to write to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you, miss you, write to me!&lt;br /&gt;Theressa Nicole &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-2112486197742218061?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/2112486197742218061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=2112486197742218061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2112486197742218061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2112486197742218061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-5157848968349610136</id><published>2008-10-02T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T18:12:13.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Derby.</title><content type='html'>I don't drink coffee...actually, I happen to think it tastes like dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to The Derby tonight (it's a club off of Los Feliz) for a party that a sorority from another school is holding. It's called "Sunnie Delight." The Girls are from Sigma Omega Nu, or SON..so they call themselves the sunnies. Isn't that cute? Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please stop being a caffeine addict,&lt;br /&gt;Theressa Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-5157848968349610136?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/5157848968349610136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=5157848968349610136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5157848968349610136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5157848968349610136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/derby.html' title='The Derby.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7247292667341173571</id><published>2008-10-02T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:23:51.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just don't.</title><content type='html'>Dear Theressa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay it foward &amp;amp;&amp;amp; pass this on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UaRXvRwhOk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-UaRXvRwhOk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got a new job. It's in the middle of nowhere. My boss is italian. I pass a cheese factory on the way there and it smells like feetsies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest creation. It's not very original, and they remind me of the counseling office at ND, but I think they're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030725-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030725-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that my 4-5 cups of coffee four days a week is slowly killing me. You can now add shaking hands to my list of side effects. I think I need to cut back, maybe on Monday I'll try 3 cups max. Seriously. I'm not eating/sleeping properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink coffee,&lt;br /&gt;Clara Q.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-7247292667341173571?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7247292667341173571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7247292667341173571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7247292667341173571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7247292667341173571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-dont.html' title='Just don&apos;t.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-5607140612369558901</id><published>2008-09-30T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T01:35:55.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cell Phone Gets More Action Than I Do.</title><content type='html'>Substitute lover? Uhm, yeah. I wonder if anybody else is wondering why you like that song so much. ::cough-cough:: Subliminal messages, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I've been super busy? This org. stuff just may be taking over my life. I've been staying up super late, sleeping little, eating shitty and not exercising regularly like I normally do. Needless to say, I've made myself SICK. Yes, all the glamor of being an elite socialite diva comes with a price my dear friend. (It's been fun though...it's just so tiring).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This is a side girly-note. I feel totally fat, dude. What are your thoughts on diet pills?...Just curious...don't you go assuming I am going to take them!...I hate when people assume...more on that later].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I've been neglecting this. Lemme catch you up on my weekend: I attended a birthday party on Friday (I was DD this night...oh, and I inhaled so much smoke that I'm pretty sure I got some kind of nose/throat illness because of it. Cough. Runny Nose. Can't breathe. The works. Seriously, I'm so sensitive to cigarette smoke. I nearly DIED). I also met a guy this night. Well, this isn't really the first time I met him, but I actually conversed with him like a normal human being (instead of the regular, awkward, mumble-under-your-breath-when-you-think-a-boy-is-cute Theressa dealio).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I got home from the party that night (around 3:30am he called me and we were on the phone until like 5am...which I think is cute/random/cool/gossip-girl-status). He's pretty smart, or so I've concluded from our conversation. Smart boys rock my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I haven't heard from him since, so I don't have many other juicy details to offer about my non-existent dating/romantic relationship life (not even romantic relationship, just, like, guys-not-interested-in-you-just-as-a-friend-or-little-sister-life...do you know what I'm talking about?) My phone seriously gets more action than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in the works of planning a trip to Ireland (that might happen)...a trip to New York during Christmas (just something to do) and a study abroad trip to Mexico during the summer (I really want to do this...stop judging me). Again, these are all just options to make my life a little bit more interesting than the life of my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the short story I've been working on for a few weeks is almost complete. As soon as I'm done with my final draft (or the draft I will stop working on so I can call it "final," I will post it up on my blog for you to read).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of my weekend wasn't very exciting,. I just wanted to tell you about that. Oh, a friend asked me if I'd sing at mass with her. She's sings by herself every week. I thought that was kind of cool. She thought it might be cool if I sang by myself on the weeks she couldn't make it. I'm not sure how I feel about that...or about singing in front of a bunch of people. I'm not even sure I'm that good. I don't want to break windows and shit, ya know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this journal I made for a class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SOHkd_FKreI/AAAAAAAAABM/dPsl5lZoPkY/s1600-h/Photo+415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SOHkd_FKreI/AAAAAAAAABM/dPsl5lZoPkY/s200/Photo+415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251729844291153378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SOHkd0wHPdI/AAAAAAAAABU/koPzsHba06M/s1600-h/Photo+416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SOHkd0wHPdI/AAAAAAAAABU/koPzsHba06M/s200/Photo+416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251729841518493138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm so creative it hurts, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, ANYWAY. I don't want to completely lose your interest, so, I'm going to stop writing. I will try to continue to catch you up on my new rich, famous and lavish lifestyle...but I can't make too many promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3tng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-5607140612369558901?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/5607140612369558901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=5607140612369558901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5607140612369558901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5607140612369558901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-cell-phone-gets-more-action-than-i.html' title='My Cell Phone Gets More Action Than I Do.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SOHkd_FKreI/AAAAAAAAABM/dPsl5lZoPkY/s72-c/Photo+415.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-2876950599575512436</id><published>2008-09-29T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:19:03.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>$$$.</title><content type='html'>Real quick:&lt;br /&gt;- I ran into in-n-out's little broseph this weekend. Apparently, his own family dk's what's up with him. Maybe he'll just fall off the face of the planet. From what I hear, he's dating some really fug chick. But that's just what I've heard. &lt;br /&gt;- My life has become one big game of Telephone. It's juvenille, I know. But IDGAF. &lt;br /&gt;- I went to a group interview for Apple today. I have different job interview tomorrow. I need a job, preferably one that does not require work on the weekends. I'm a busy girl, T. I don't have time for shenanigans. K, maybe I'll be hip/artsy and photograph my life tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with this song. I've loved it ever since the day I heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="100"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/KspH7OAN1I/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/KspH7OAN1I/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="100" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Saves.&lt;br /&gt;ClaraQ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-2876950599575512436?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/2876950599575512436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=2876950599575512436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2876950599575512436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2876950599575512436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='$$$.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-2964455821237114312</id><published>2008-09-25T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:03:23.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What? You're welcome?</title><content type='html'>Miss Giammarco,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? I'm fine &amp;amp; I think I'll call you later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I am inclined to highlight my new love of your current phone answering techniques. I think the rate of times I will be calling you, from now on, will grow exponetially over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, I have more than enough tests today, the first of which began at 6:00am this morning and the next is will begin at 10:00am. I really should be studying right now, but I don't feel like it. Partly because I think I totally biffed my Stats test this morning, and it's totally bringing me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I'm coming home this weekend, maybe if you're lucky I'll call you. We'll see if our planets align, and I'll get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth, at 4:55 early this morning I achieved an all time high of 5 cups of coffee in one sitting. Awesome right? I'm pretty sure I'll die soon, so consider this my last goodbye. &lt;em&gt;Haha&lt;/em&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I'm trying out these new contacts and I feel like I'm going cross eyed. They might be a little strong or it might be because they're new. Either way, I feel like my eyes are moving in different directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with that I must bid you adieu with the hopes of gathering enough will power to study for my next exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before I go, a quote from Yasi to last you the rest of the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"all that really matters is how good you are at being a human being"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Clara Q.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-2964455821237114312?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/2964455821237114312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=2964455821237114312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2964455821237114312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2964455821237114312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-youre-welcome.html' title='What? You&apos;re welcome?'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-2905463551311050120</id><published>2008-09-23T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:49:05.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invite? What?</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy. If you call me, you'll find out why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much energy or heart to write about things right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing though, it kind of sucks that I didn't get to hang out with you guys this weekend...mainly because I wasn't invited. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Theressa Nicole&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-2905463551311050120?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/2905463551311050120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=2905463551311050120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2905463551311050120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2905463551311050120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/mean-people-suck.html' title='Invite? What?'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7739675836746602445</id><published>2008-09-22T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:31:34.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So weird because it's so true.</title><content type='html'>Yo T, &lt;div&gt;Sorry I've been so MIA. It's been an interesting weekend. Remember what we talked about via aim. Remember how you said everything was going to go back to the way it was. Well, it did and it didn't. And now I'm at a crossroads, where neither path seems safe. Funny thing is, I got this horoscope today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248912577050835970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SNfiLcwx_AI/AAAAAAAAADo/mq1GgEV5xwM/s320/horoscope+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; And it's true. I have been just making my decisions based on what I feel would benefit others. You know that, just as well as I do. So now what the fuck am I supposed to do? Think of myself, think of myself. It's so selfish. But I need to be selfish because I've been selfless for so long now. We all need a little spice in our lives, and maybe mine comes in the form of selfishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, my weekend went a little like this. I hung out at &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; house on Friday. It was nice because I was able to see people I haven't seen in ages. Then I kicked it with these bitches on Saturday &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I loved it. Freaking, it was like an ND reunion. Craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/l_0579047d183f84ade2640ca26dcad6-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/l_0579047d183f84ade2640ca26dcad6-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up at some gangsta's paradise shit, parked in front of a warehouse on Roscoe. So we peaced out. It was a pretty eventful weekend. Yes, mos def a weird weekend. But I think it was something I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear about DJ AM&amp;amp;Travis Barker? CRAZY. I hope they'll get better real quick.  I have two test this week. My professors are the types to give 3 big tests during the semester and 1 final. I hate it when it's like that. Don't you? Drives me bananas. I didn't sleep well last night. I think I'm developing a sleeping problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's okay, right? I can sleep when I'm dead. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kbye, -C$ ! hahaha. jk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-7739675836746602445?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7739675836746602445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7739675836746602445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7739675836746602445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7739675836746602445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-weird-because-its-so-true.html' title='So weird because it&apos;s so true.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SNfiLcwx_AI/AAAAAAAAADo/mq1GgEV5xwM/s72-c/horoscope+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-241032422317438101</id><published>2008-09-18T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:25:28.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.Ray Ban woMan.</title><content type='html'>I can't wear shoes like that. I can't do the whole self-inflicted-pain-thing (not physically, anyway...ugh). Anyhow, I don't really have much to complain about, except for the fact that I still haven't started will LAUSD. It feels like the hiring process has taken months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a meeting with the Sonnies today (the Sigma Omega Nu sisters...). It went pretty well, but I'm not allowed to talk about anything yet (it's all confidential). So, I will let you know about everything that's going on soon ;].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out these sunglasses my dad found at the wedding in San Diego. (Note: It was on the naval base and there were several hot marine boys there...and now I own one of their lost sunglasses...heh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SNM3Zz7uIgI/AAAAAAAAABE/cT9D8hYXVHc/s1600-h/ray_ban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SNM3Zz7uIgI/AAAAAAAAABE/cT9D8hYXVHc/s320/ray_ban.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247598907393712642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-241032422317438101?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/241032422317438101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=241032422317438101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/241032422317438101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/241032422317438101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/ray-ban-woman.html' title='.Ray Ban woMan.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SNM3Zz7uIgI/AAAAAAAAABE/cT9D8hYXVHc/s72-c/ray_ban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7237974951407177511</id><published>2008-09-18T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:45:12.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check my kicks.</title><content type='html'>Dear Theressa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm coming home this weekend because my friend's getting married. I need shoes for said wedding and I came across these beautiful penis crushers &lt;em&gt;on sale&lt;/em&gt;! I don't really know if they go with my dress, but I love them. So, I'm wearing them anyways. I'll be wearing them for the next two days, so that I don't die when I wear them to the wedding. Because seriously, check the heels on these badboys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030624-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030624-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i love you bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-7237974951407177511?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7237974951407177511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7237974951407177511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7237974951407177511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7237974951407177511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/check-my-kicks.html' title='Check my kicks.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-3046267110173349602</id><published>2008-09-17T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:24:47.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happens for a reason.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SNGbfe2Bj_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1EiqC5c6na4/s1600-h/horoscope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247146006021246962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SNGbfe2Bj_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1EiqC5c6na4/s320/horoscope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yo T, I really think everything happens for a reason. I don't know about you, but I could be in the shittiest place in my life &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; questioning why the universe is punishing me, or asking why God must play silly tricks on me, but at the end of the day, I honestly believe there is a reason for it. Everyone has shitty experiences, shady people, and fucked up decisions that color their pasts. And because I'm not perfect, as much as I may seem to be (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;LOLZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; /&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.), I too have my share of mistakes. But, I think it's what we do after we make the mistake that makes the difference. In regards to the mistake, it doesn't matter how horrible or how insignificant it is, it's the following actions that matter. I, personally, may dwell on certain issues for particularly extended amount of time, but that's just how I processes things... You know? One step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as stupid as horoscopes may be, I love them. Ever since the fourth grade when I got my hand on my very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;teenie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bopper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; magazine, horoscopes have been my guilty pleasure. Yes, I am a Catholic, and yes, my grandmother will tell you horoscopes come from the devil, but I don't care. I like them. &amp;amp; In light of recent events, I've received some very unusual invitations for this coming weekend. This horoscope, in so little words, says so much &amp;amp; it's a little creepy. I think my lucky stars are lining up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;iatches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Clarizzy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. My leg muscles, eye muscles, and sometimes my arm muscles are twitching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;uncontrollably&lt;/span&gt;. I think its the massive amounts of coffee I'm drinking every morning&lt;em&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;smh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-3046267110173349602?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/3046267110173349602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=3046267110173349602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/3046267110173349602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/3046267110173349602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Everything happens for a reason.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SNGbfe2Bj_I/AAAAAAAAADQ/1EiqC5c6na4/s72-c/horoscope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7681308174342031093</id><published>2008-09-17T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T13:01:57.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriends.</title><content type='html'>I'm just going to throw out there that I don't think it's a good idea to become addicted to a person. Relationships seem to be a catch-22 like that though...hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd give you some food for thought (from the single point of view).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Tee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-7681308174342031093?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7681308174342031093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7681308174342031093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7681308174342031093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7681308174342031093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/boyfriends.html' title='Boyfriends.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-6299137724406259408</id><published>2008-09-16T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:53:11.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can be your addiction if you wanna get hooked on me.</title><content type='html'>Hi Shaniqua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working diligently on Joleena's masterpiece. I think my mom is going to kill me for getting spray paint on the driveway. I'll post it when I finish and it's in her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're rushing? You're rushing for a latina house? AWESOME. Tell me how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New book? I read the Twilight series, thanks to Jo ... and I've been lazy to read something else. I'm still riding the Twilight wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so Shaniqua called me. In a nutshell, I think everything is going to be alright. It's not going to happen overnight, but one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll edit this later. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; disregard my previous post, the one before nikki's bday one, i was just emo-ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Clariz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And I'm totally coming home this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-6299137724406259408?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/6299137724406259408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=6299137724406259408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6299137724406259408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6299137724406259408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-be-your-addiction-if-you-wanna.html' title='I can be your addiction if you wanna get hooked on me.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-6203686810781227204</id><published>2008-09-16T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:34:13.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to BACK!</title><content type='html'>Dear Nikki,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MOTHER FUCKING BIRTHDAY! Hope I( clariz) see you this weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/DSCN0475-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/DSCN0475-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&amp;&amp; I think it's really sad that the only picture I have of you is from high school.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun today! MAN UP, You're not a teenager anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you,&lt;br /&gt;Theressa &amp; Clariz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-6203686810781227204?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/6203686810781227204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=6203686810781227204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6203686810781227204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6203686810781227204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-back.html' title='Back to BACK!'/><author><name>bossyketchup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07974583430858196396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur8kf_p3vpw/SLuioeXlmII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gLe-2osYDsA/S220/Video+Snapshot+of+xgreenxxcrayonx.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-272505112056099056</id><published>2008-09-16T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T14:42:53.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigma Omega Nu and Shaniqua.</title><content type='html'>Did I mention I was rushing a sorority? (And them pledging if I get a bid). I think that's the right terminology, but I'm not positive. Anyway, they're called Sigma Omega Nu and they're pretty much the shit. They're a Latina interest group based off of: culture (of course), education and sisterhood (in any order). I had an interview last night at 6 that made me totally nervous. It was in the third floor of the library in this pretty big study room and all the girls (actually, sisters...but not NUNS...cause I know that's what you were thinking...) kind of sat at the round table to ask questions/take notes...(kind of intense). Oh, and should mention it was like 800 degrees and some of the girls were sweatin' bullets? Ack. Anyway, I think I did pretty well. I'll be a little disappointed if I don't get asked back to pledge, but, such is life, right? I guess that'll just mean that I'm not supposed to be in a sorority. I won't boo-hoo over it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reading a book called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fourth Comings&lt;/span&gt; right now. It's the fourth in a series. This girl, named Jessica Darling, journals about her life from the time she is in high school til the time she graduates from college. It's pretty interesting, I guess. I mean, I can definitely relate (since high school isn't that far in the past and we're currently LIVING in our college sin&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;I mean, lives, ha). If the ending is disappointing I am going to be very, very sad because that's a-thousand-and-change pages I will never be able to get back.......so many hours of my life. I will let you know what I think of the end. &lt;33.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: well, there really isn't any other news as of yet this week. But, it's only Tuesday. I'm pretty sure I'm goin' out to dinner with a cutie on Wednesday. More about that later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to tell me about your special phone call, by the way. Might as well just air it out here. We'll call her...Shaniqua ;]. I really like that name, yo. Lol. Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Shaniquaaaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-272505112056099056?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/272505112056099056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=272505112056099056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/272505112056099056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/272505112056099056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-i-mention-i-was-rushing-sorority.html' title='Sigma Omega Nu and Shaniqua.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-1926259923270819136</id><published>2008-09-15T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T13:19:57.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should you let your past affect your present?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/Photo1-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/Photo1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dynamite,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I make  decisions based primarily on what I think the other person would benefit from the most? I don't really think about myself, and I hope that the other person will think like I do and instead do what is best for me, and not themselves. Why? It's like a recipe for disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I want, but I know it's not possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, now more than ever, the truth is so overrated and all people are fundamentally selfish. I know I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With love,&lt;br /&gt;Cisfor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-1926259923270819136?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/1926259923270819136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=1926259923270819136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/1926259923270819136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/1926259923270819136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/should-you-let-your-past-affect-your.html' title='Should you let your past affect your present?'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-549512016458226038</id><published>2008-09-15T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:01:46.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Ketchup with Love,</title><content type='html'>Dear Joleena,&lt;br /&gt;We would like to wish you a very &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/cabo198-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/cabo198-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAN UP, You're not a teenager anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have an amazing day! We Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Theressa &amp;amp; Clariz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-549512016458226038?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/549512016458226038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=549512016458226038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/549512016458226038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/549512016458226038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-ketchup-with-love.html' title='From Ketchup with Love,'/><author><name>bossyketchup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07974583430858196396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur8kf_p3vpw/SLuioeXlmII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gLe-2osYDsA/S220/Video+Snapshot+of+xgreenxxcrayonx.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7358456336092938861</id><published>2008-09-14T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:12:00.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is $$$.</title><content type='html'>YO.&lt;br /&gt;I love that commercial. When my mom first saw it, she didn't think it was Naomi. Like, it's so weird. Why Naomi? At first I was like, wtf? why are there lizards, but then I realized it was Sobe. So what are you going to say? That the commercial is a prime example of how technology is erasing the sense of personal togetherness. Because really, as technology connects us to people around the world, it forces you to disconnect with those around you. Naomi didn't even have to work with another person, she's working with cgi animation. But who cares? It's a cute commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check what I made. It's a &lt;s&gt;little&lt;/s&gt; very ghetto, but I made it &amp;amp; therefore I love it. It's a SHOE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/clariz2049-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last Thursday was my Raehan's birthday. The big two-o, son. I told him turning 20 has the same effect as when you turn 12. The "Close but no cigar" quota. So, after school he came by, picked me up, and I kicked it in Sactown for the majority of the weekend. It was nice. I finally got to see my boyfriend after like a freaking month. Seriously, he's like an hour and thirty minutes away from me, but our schedules are so crazy. It's a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to San Francisco yesterday. I always know what poses are the most lady like. &amp;amp; P.S. check the skinny Santa behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030603-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His parents went suit shopping for his dad, and so Raehan and I just sat in the square. I sipped the most pretentious cup of hot chocolate. It was primarily comprised of foam. Anyways, as we were sitting in the square thingy, look what we saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030600-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES. Then after this one girl was like walking around in her costume and, to our surprise, underneath all that tulle was her very visible THONG. I couldn't get a picture because of this one guy who kept following her around standing behind her, probably to block my picture taking. It was pretty funny. All the old creepers were bending over backwards to get a sneak peek at her shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, tomorrow is Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; You know what they say, another day another dollaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLLA haha.&lt;br /&gt;(Jk) hugs&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Clariz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-7358456336092938861?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7358456336092938861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7358456336092938861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7358456336092938861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7358456336092938861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-is.html' title='Time is $$$.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7342056332573757849</id><published>2008-09-13T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:28:49.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Sobe Lizard Naomi Campbell Commercial</title><content type='html'>Tell me what it is you make of this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKtklqMHSCo&amp;amp;feature=user&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this commercial blows my mind every time I watch it. It's so...strange. By the way, I'm using it for my Popular Culture Class. We're doing a presentation where we have to analyze some kind of video advertisement. Cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-7342056332573757849?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7342056332573757849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7342056332573757849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7342056332573757849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7342056332573757849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/weird-sobe-lizard-naomi-campbell.html' title='Weird Sobe Lizard Naomi Campbell Commercial'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-3268152012521743620</id><published>2008-09-11T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T23:48:48.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenie-sitter. Cool.</title><content type='html'>I made $35 babysitting for a few hours today. I'm such an entrepreneur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news: I have a math quiz tomorrow that I'm not worried about one bit (note: this is very, very strange).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are leaving in the morning for San Diego. They're going to a wedding on the naval base over there and will be gone all weekend. Don't get too excited though, I can't have any fun because I have a kid. I sixteen-year-old kid that I just so happen to call my cousin. Deanna. Yes, sir. It's really not that much of a burden, it's just awkward at this point. Ya know? My mom was going to have one of her friends stay her all weekend to "watch" Deanna, but I thought that was totally weird. I don't want some weird person in my house all weekend, and so, I opted (out of the kindness of my compassionate heart) to babysit...teensit. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I meant to tell you that I was uninvited to the wedding my parents are going to attend. This, of course, is not because they thought I would be a heinous guest or anything, but because the bride and groom overshot and guests (and how many people they thought would actually attend) when they sent out invitations. Therefore, they "uninvited" all the "kids." Yes, Cee, I am a twenty-one-year-old kid. Imagine that. How embarrassing that must be for them to retract invites? I'm kind of offended, too. I was looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, here's to a weekend in as a teenie-sitter. OMGOSH! COOLIO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-3268152012521743620?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/3268152012521743620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=3268152012521743620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/3268152012521743620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/3268152012521743620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/teenie-sitter-cool.html' title='Teenie-sitter. Cool.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-1366951605245432931</id><published>2008-09-10T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T12:34:57.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye spy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yo baby, yo baby, yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay this morning, while I was on my way to school, I was driving down this one-laned-per-direction street and there was a school bus parked with the STOP sign out and lights flashing. There was a lady in front of me who was stopped, and so I stopped behind her. &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, I was stopped for like five minutes, and had I waited any longer I would have been late for school. I was totally confused about why everyone was stopped, and absolutely no one was crossing the street, so I drove around the lady. Okay, well as I drove past her she totally dogged me. Thinking to myself, I wondered why the lady was so visibly upset. So, I called my mom and she didn't know why either. Like five minutes later she called me back, and after talking to her co-worker, she told me that my driving around the lady was totally ILLEGAL &amp;amp; if a cop had been around, I would have received a ticket. Oh lordy, I hate school buses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I finally had my eyeball check up today. I freaking waited in the exam room for like a good thirty minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030564-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030557-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; waited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030563-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket Image Hosting"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Raehan's birthday tomorrow, so I'm making him something tonight. I'll post a picture of it tomorrow after he sees it. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Oh, and here's a sneak peek of Jo's present. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030580-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more tonight because I've got a lot to tell you, but for now I've gotta run.UHG and I feel like a blimp today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly,&lt;br /&gt;Clarizasaurs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-1366951605245432931?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/1366951605245432931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=1366951605245432931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/1366951605245432931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/1366951605245432931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/eye-spy.html' title='Eye spy.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-6551592929825365942</id><published>2008-09-08T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T01:06:37.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ay, bay bay. Happy Mondayyy. &lt;3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;[clara-beara,]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Did you really watch the VMAs? That's so disappointing. I didn't even know they were on until George mentioned it. I guess I kind of hide in a box in that regard (sometimes, I mean, you know, from the moronic television-ruining-television that our generation is hooked on today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. What the fuck has happened to MTV, anyway. (Excuse my French). One Tree Hill is another story, even though that's pretty much becoming sketchy too. Nanny Carrie torturing Uncle Dan? It just screams crazy, cheesy daytime soap....you know what I mean, jelly bean?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Anyway, I'm right with you on waking up way to early for class. It took me like an hour to get to CSUN this morning. Apparently some chick crashed her car and killed a bunch o' power lines. Cool, right? Except not. They were fixing them this morning as I was trying to leave and it cause MASSIVE TRAFFIC JAMS. It took be like 30 minutes just to get out of the SCV. Lame. This makes me want my own place in the valley SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt; BAD ('so bad' read with Minnesotan accent. Ha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Uhm, I keep losing my train of thought because I'm sitting in the TV room where my parents, brother and cousins are having a conversation about my brother and the new car he plans on getti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;ng. Keyword is plan. (Note: Sometimes plans fail because life happens). Oh, and my cousin isn't talking. She's half asleep because she just woke up...and eating an apple. She made choir, which is good, because it'll give her something to live for. I'm serious, I meet that in the most unmean way possible, I promise. I am compassionate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;And finally, I took pictures of my outfit today just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;so you could see how cute I looked! [SIDE NOTE: My mom said if I want to catch a guy then I need to look cute when I go to school. It's kind of working, I guess. I keep crossing paths with this uber-cutie.  I just don't know how to strike up a conversation with him. He was in a class I had, but then dropped because I got ahead of myself and was gonna take stuff for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;my English major I shouldn't be taking for a semester or two. Anyway, next time I see him I'm gonna say, "hi!" Last time I just sort of smiled. The time before that we just met eyes. It's a slow, slow process apparently. I don't know how people meet new people...especially if they're attracted to them, or whatever...yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SMYRIz9oLLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5_5wOmrJQdM/s1600-h/cute_outfit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SMYRIz9oLLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5_5wOmrJQdM/s320/cute_outfit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243897659204840626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SMYRJAG1g5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/99O22E3uj9o/s1600-h/cute_facejpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SMYRJAG1g5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/99O22E3uj9o/s320/cute_facejpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243897662464689042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[muchlove,&lt;3t.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-6551592929825365942?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/6551592929825365942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=6551592929825365942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6551592929825365942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6551592929825365942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/ay-bay-bay-hppy-mndayyy-3.html' title='Ay, bay bay. Happy Mondayyy. &lt;3.'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UdDQzcw5OkE/SMYRIz9oLLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/5_5wOmrJQdM/s72-c/cute_outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-7060436664566225499</id><published>2008-09-08T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:25:56.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just food for thought.</title><content type='html'>Dear Theressa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate Monday mornings. I'm never taking a class that starts at 7 in morning, ever again. I thought it would be a piece of cake, but not so much. Every Monday through Thursday, I'm basically up and running by 5:30 AM. It's crazy, I'm crazy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030541-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030541-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm very tired, but fully caffeinated. My mornings always begin with 3 cups of coffee. I'd drink 4, but my traveling mug only holds about 3. What a shame, don't you think? I'm planning on investing in a bigger traveling mug, but I think drinking 4 cups of coffee is a bit excessive.&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&gt;I have a eye appointment tomorrow. Which means I get new glasses! Always a fun time. I'm taking my sister today because she's the re-re that lost her old pair. Seriously, how do you lose a pair of glasses? Whatever. &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&gt;I'm a little disappointed. I stayed up last night to watch the VMAs, and it was so boring. Seriously, Britney didn't even perform. I guess MTV was feeling a bit frugal this year because there really wasn't much of a wow factor. &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&gt;Whatever. I'm too delirious to think, I think I'll take a nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;H&amp;amp;B,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clariz&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-7060436664566225499?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/7060436664566225499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=7060436664566225499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7060436664566225499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/7060436664566225499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-food-for-thought.html' title='Just food for thought.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-3569401233243880100</id><published>2008-09-06T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T18:22:44.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Interesting, Anti-Social Life. HAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;C-money$$, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I don't even know where to start. I'm not sure what I was thinking on Thursday, but I completely forgot to mention that my cousin is back. Yes, she's back, back again (shady's back...). I guess I was just sort of bitterly indifferent toward the entire situation, which is why I was blocking it completely out of my mind by not writing about it. The whole situation is rather interesting (and I mean that in a bad way). I won't air out the laundry here though. Just know that she's back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Oh, and I found out from one of my friend's little brothers that my super ex-boyfriend got fired from his job flipping burgers because he was drinking. I'm sure you can fill in all the blanks here (I mean, on who it is) Okay, you got me, it's Jack from Wendy's. Haha, small joke... It's funny how every single time something I have ceased thinking about (because I don't want to think about it) goes away, it somehow comes up again. It really is a small world. Stuff gets around, especially if it's your business that you don't want people to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This morning I passed my proficiency exam and will soon be an "assistant teacher" for LAUSD (Los Angeles Union School District...in case you weren't sure!). Isn't that cool? I'm excited, well, kind of. After I took the test I went to visit Kaitlin and Cal Lutheran where we preceded to some cheesy tattoo place to get her lip pierced! Crazy, right? (The place was super cheesy, but the piercing is not). It looked like it hurt like hell. I was pretty scared. Although, I am a chicken shit, so, my opinions on things like these might not even matter too much. ...I was looking into getting my tattoo, also. I'm jut not ready yet though. If a time ever comes around that I feel ready, I'm gonna jump on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;3G-baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Aligning left for some excitement in my life. Amen, sister.&lt;br /&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/3579289998041861016-3569401233243880100?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/3569401233243880100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=3569401233243880100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/3569401233243880100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/3569401233243880100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-interesting-anti-social-life-hah.html' title='My Interesting, Anti-Social Life. HAH!'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-5630949438744217383</id><published>2008-09-04T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T23:06:39.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain and Palin?</title><content type='html'>What it do, baby boo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the Republical National Convention right now. You know what? I think if everybody clapped a little less the conventions would be a hell of a lot shorter, ha. I'm serious! Anyway, I'm doing homework right now and really don't have much to say today at all. I'm just writing you so you don't think I forgot about you and cry like a poor little puppy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-dogg &lt;3.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-5630949438744217383?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/5630949438744217383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=5630949438744217383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5630949438744217383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5630949438744217383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/mccain-and-palin.html' title='McCain and Palin?'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-8134394178128988591</id><published>2008-09-04T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T15:05:38.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Word to your brother.</title><content type='html'>Hey T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know those times when you take a double take because you think you see someone you know? Well, that totally happend to me last Thursday in my Food&amp;amp;Nutrition class. Doesn't he look familiar? It's so weird, he even does that smirk thing. Who knew Alan had a &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/Blog/P1030529-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/Blog/P1030529-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brother? HAHA. I sure didn't. The first day of class, I was sitting next to my new friend Charmaine and he walked in. I seriously took a double take, like a stupid. Anyways, I started laughing because he totally reminded me of Alan. Charmaine didn't get it, so I showed her Alan's myspace. And she started tripping out too. So today during a break, I went outside and he happend to go outside too. And now, there is a proof that Alan Vitug 2.0 does exists. He's a bit shorter than Alan, but it's probably because he's an alien clone or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what's new with you? Didn't you start school yet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hugs&amp;amp;Bitches,&lt;br /&gt;Clariz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-8134394178128988591?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/8134394178128988591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=8134394178128988591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/8134394178128988591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/8134394178128988591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/word-to-your-brother.html' title='Word to your brother.'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-3446637634356169495</id><published>2008-09-03T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:58:05.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marth Stewart is my idol &amp; Domino is my favorite magazine</title><content type='html'>Yo T. Check it. So when I got home from school today, my uncle came over and helped me install my sister's curtains. Her room is almost done, thanks to me and my amazing interior designing skills. &lt;em&gt;Chea right.&lt;/em&gt; Now all I have to do, is get her a poster or something to put over her bed. Tomorrow, I'm planning on putting up my curtain rods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, guess what you get from a $2.00 picture frame, a can of gold spray paint, an old ART1 drawing from high school, and a little elbow grease? This piece of beautiful piece of fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL9pTPHNYkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oLwHcG40sZY/s1600-h/P1030521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242024270477746754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL9pTPHNYkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oLwHcG40sZY/s320/P1030521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my mom found it at some garage sale or something. It had some cracked out Monet print out in it and the frame itself was GREEN. But it wasn't even a cute green, it was like a dark, nasty, baby puke green. So yeah, now my mom has given me the green light to do this to all the frames going on the wall over my fireplace. Sexy yes? When everything is completed, I will for sure show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&amp;amp;Bitches,&lt;br /&gt;Clariz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-3446637634356169495?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/3446637634356169495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=3446637634356169495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/3446637634356169495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/3446637634356169495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/marth-stewart-is-my-idol-domino-is-my.html' title='Marth Stewart is my idol &amp; Domino is my favorite magazine'/><author><name>claracakes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00415620549111815075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL3t_kFqqMI/AAAAAAAAAAM/f0QsPpAp_KE/S220/zoo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgS0wsS4H3M/SL9pTPHNYkI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oLwHcG40sZY/s72-c/P1030521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-6452357545970127499</id><published>2008-09-02T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T00:13:32.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdy Kick Boxing English Major!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hola Chica,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my very own blog today. I even wrote something insightful. Did you read it? Besides that, I didn't leave my house today except to go to the gym. (I only have class Monday, Wednesday and Friday and am currently unemployed until LAUSD gets their act together). So, I'm not as big of a lazy ass as you think. I did cardio kick boxing and my gosh it was intense. I was dripping sweat. Cute, right? Oh, and it if makes you feel better I was working on a short story for my creative writing class most of the day. I have other homework to do for my other English class (reading a few poems are that several pages long) but, instead I am sitting here typing to you. I don't mind most of the English homework because I am a total nerd. As long as I don't have to do math, history or science I am a happy camper :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Check out my "note" on facebook. It's fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.new.facebook.com/home.php#/notes.php?id=55202214&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;3t.&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/3579289998041861016-6452357545970127499?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/6452357545970127499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=6452357545970127499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6452357545970127499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/6452357545970127499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/nerdy-kick-boxing-english-major.html' title='Nerdy Kick Boxing English Major!'/><author><name>t. nicole &amp;lt;3.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02300716989792102882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-5003816169754236956</id><published>2008-09-02T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:40:54.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea my heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030514.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v327/clarizable/P1030514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear Theressa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I love Ikea. If Ikea was a person, Ikea would be my best friend. I went with the hopes of buying a furniture for my sister's room. And our mission was successful. I'm still putting everything together, and I totally have battle scars from trying to piece everything together. I bought some curtains, and I'm planning on lining a wall with it. It should look amazing, I hope. I'll photo it when it's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you watch One Tree Hill? I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had Stats this morning, and I stayed up all night doing the homework for it. But when I got to class, he noticed barely anyone did the assignment. SO he extended the due date till tomorrow. SO I stayed up for no reason. GAH, I was so upset. But at least now I have time to go over it, I guess. Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, honestly, have no idea how to make this thing fancy. But I'm sure I can figure it out. It'll look fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&amp;amp;Bitches,&lt;br /&gt;Clariz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Nice quote.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-5003816169754236956?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/5003816169754236956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=5003816169754236956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5003816169754236956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5003816169754236956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/ikea-my-heart.html' title='Ikea my heart.'/><author><name>bossyketchup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07974583430858196396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur8kf_p3vpw/SLuioeXlmII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gLe-2osYDsA/S220/Video+Snapshot+of+xgreenxxcrayonx.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-5159642322770850063</id><published>2008-09-01T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:49:14.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna (be famous).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur8kf_p3vpw/SLxSnid0wuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EnNrrAYarMk/s1600-h/hippie1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur8kf_p3vpw/SLxSnid0wuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EnNrrAYarMk/s320/hippie1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241154905572688610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querida Clariz, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off by saying I don't wish to be famous (not a famous singer, anyway). My youtube vid is silly, really. But, you do realize we're totally legitimate now that my face is up on yt and we have a blog? Right? (SARCASM) Sometimes I don't know what the world is coming to. I'm trying to make this photograph of myself my youtube icon, but I keep uploading it only to find a BLURRED image. FAIL. I'm not sure how to fix it. But how me is it? (AND LOOK HOW FANTASTIC MY SKIN LOOKS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope nobody thinks my favorite film is Mean Girls when they read the profile you created. I mean, I'm sure everyone knows I watch Mean Girls after CSPAN. No, but for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? My parents totally ditched me today. They told me not to make plans so that we could all go out (wherever) and do something together. The two of them ended up going someplace on my dad's motorcycle. Seriously? So, here I am typing to you with only a few cares in the world and no friends to hang out with (considering I can count the number of friends I have on one hand...okay, a few fingers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much else to say at the moment, but I am going to leave you with two things (a fantastic quote/a request since you're asian and can pimp out this blog schmee): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"We are who we pretend to be..." -Vonnegut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One of my favorite quotes at the moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Uhm, ketchup should definitely be in quotes so that your intended pun will be caught by the less bright of the crayon box when they read our insightful thoughts. Cause we're "catching up"...hah. You're so clever, Clariz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. I'm personally electing you as the person to make this blog pretty. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;Pps. Please post a picture of your fantastic hair. Thank you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-5159642322770850063?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/5159642322770850063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=5159642322770850063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5159642322770850063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/5159642322770850063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-dont-wanna.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna (be famous).'/><author><name>bossyketchup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07974583430858196396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur8kf_p3vpw/SLuioeXlmII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gLe-2osYDsA/S220/Video+Snapshot+of+xgreenxxcrayonx.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ur8kf_p3vpw/SLxSnid0wuI/AAAAAAAAAAo/EnNrrAYarMk/s72-c/hippie1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3579289998041861016.post-2810750496630334371</id><published>2008-09-01T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T01:31:53.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popped my blog-cherry.</title><content type='html'>Dear Theressa,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off, by Apple standards, your name is spelt incorrectly. So, you better get that checked. HA. So, I went to San Francisco today, but I did not tell you about the crazy I saw in the mall food court. I was sitting at my table, and from afar I heard a faint yell. But he got closer and what the crazy man was screaming became slightly more audible. I, honestly, thought he was saying "penis," but my sister said he was yelling some girl's name. So I thought he lost his kid, right? But no, not right. The little girl he was looking for was with her mom! What a freak. Seriously, everyone in the very crowded food court was quiet and staring at the guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, it's pretty funny that both "Serious baby" and "Trip to the Philippines" come up as related videos. And here you go... Ladies and Gentlemen, a warm welcome to your very own Theressa G. (HAHA, you like that? You're like Kenny.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2H1scxjBU88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2H1scxjBU88&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be famous one day, I just know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs&amp;Bitches,&lt;br /&gt;Clariz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3579289998041861016-2810750496630334371?l=bossyketchup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/feeds/2810750496630334371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3579289998041861016&amp;postID=2810750496630334371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2810750496630334371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3579289998041861016/posts/default/2810750496630334371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bossyketchup.blogspot.com/2008/09/popped-my-blog-cherry.html' title='Popped my blog-cherry.'/><author><name>bossyketchup</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07974583430858196396</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ur8kf_p3vpw/SLuioeXlmII/AAAAAAAAAAM/gLe-2osYDsA/S220/Video+Snapshot+of+xgreenxxcrayonx.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
