<?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-9106828134648341656</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:57:12.161-08:00</updated><category term='introduce'/><category term='jayivey'/><category term='blog'/><title type='text'>Jayivey Universe</title><subtitle type='html'>Sweet, Unique and Petite</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6707981922578144811</id><published>2011-02-16T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T21:52:00.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A work in the process....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0BhszUz2NY/TVy3dcDNhvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_VWn55ST8cQ/s1600/badnews0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 287px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0BhszUz2NY/TVy3dcDNhvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_VWn55ST8cQ/s320/badnews0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574532155151582962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been a lot going on lately that left me with literally little to no time to write. :( Oh another note, I will be posting some of my artwork (that I feel) is pretty decent. So..in about roughly another 3 to 4 weeks, I'll have something. (the quarter will be up) I tell you, I have NEVER worked so hard... gah. Oh well! When life hands you lemons... get a packet of sugar and suck on it. (broke man's lemonade) Another thing, living off 2-3 hours of sleep a night is so not cutting it for me. I won't lie, I'm stressed as hell but I've been doing good not showing it. At least for now.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time...if you're still around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;"The greatest obstacle I've ever faced in life was getting started." -Jayivey Thrasher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-6707981922578144811?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6707981922578144811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6707981922578144811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6707981922578144811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6707981922578144811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2011/02/work-in-process.html' title='A work in the process....'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0BhszUz2NY/TVy3dcDNhvI/AAAAAAAAAJk/_VWn55ST8cQ/s72-c/badnews0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-5381642715811320309</id><published>2010-12-02T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T20:34:29.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What da hell?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/TPhzTUlW5DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/04gimLlVJko/s1600/4c735b75246f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/TPhzTUlW5DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/04gimLlVJko/s200/4c735b75246f4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546309716886873138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...uh, does anyone else thinks this look kinda...uh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-5381642715811320309?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5381642715811320309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=5381642715811320309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5381642715811320309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5381642715811320309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-da-hell.html' title='What da hell?!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/TPhzTUlW5DI/AAAAAAAAAJU/04gimLlVJko/s72-c/4c735b75246f4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-8104012675948048335</id><published>2010-11-15T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T19:57:59.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I don't got it all...improvise!</title><content type='html'>*RING* &lt;div&gt;Hmm...why don't I ever hear the alarm go off? Maybe I should invest in one of those new alarms for people like me..the ones that sound like a chain saw or something. Yea...that'll fix me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I got a late start today on my errands and taking care of business, which consist mainly of job hunting, paying bills, balancing my account and underwear shopping! (you can NEVER have enough underwear!) Victoria's Secret had a sale- 7 for $25 which is a sweet deal for them. Ha! SO...need I say more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ran into one of my old co-workers from Planet Smoothie. She had another set of twins. Yes, you heard right. She has 4 children and they are twins. WOW!! What's the chances of that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got everything done except my school stuff, unfortunately. Hopefully, I'm able to figure something out. I hope. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been going to Caribou to use the wifi lately. Their wifi rocks! and uh...good cocoa! :) yum! I decided to take a break and write a bit. You know, keep up in the blog world...you know, for the kids? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend somehow left her draws in my car from the last time we hung out. She told me to throw them away...but some reason, they are still there. How do you leave your draws in someone's car anyway??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was looking at dogs lately...I kinda want one. But I know I don't have the time or the money...so scratch that. Plus, I need to get my cat back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My roommate is being nice to me all of a sudden. I hope he isn't dying.... ugh. I'll feel bad about all the bad things I said about him (which we so true) Sidenote: I'm so not moving in with him in January. I will literally, fall on top of a knife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is the air blowing in my face?? Isn't it kinda cool out? Um...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still looking for work...hopefully someone is nice enough to give me a chance...PLEASE!!! I gotta get out!! OMG!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found some boots I like, but I don't have any money to get them. Drag...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about ways to get money...um...drugs?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hoping that if I really had to gain weight, it would only be like 5 more pounds...not in my stomach. Sweet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are really pushing the holidays...I saw Christmas trees and gingerbread men in August...uh, what?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I gotta go! Mom called!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til next time...and all that jazzafix!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-8104012675948048335?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8104012675948048335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=8104012675948048335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8104012675948048335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8104012675948048335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-i-dont-got-it-allimprovise.html' title='If I don&apos;t got it all...improvise!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6738787449830061733</id><published>2010-11-13T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T16:15:52.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days are stranger than others...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Friday! And thank God for it! But it wasn't like most Fridays for me...actually, NO Friday is like other Fridays for me. Hmmm.... &lt;div&gt;It started out ok. I woke up at 10:30am (damn that's early) and I went home to get in a shower. When I got to the apartment, my stuff was neatly pushed to a corner and my pots and pans were laid out on the corner. (Am I being put out?) My air mattress was against the wall. Whatever. My roomie was in the bathroom taking one of his famous long ass showers. *ugh* After he got out, I went in- after spraying down the tub with lots of Lysol. After all that, I went by my job because it was Pay Day and I've been waiting! I went inside my job and immediately was asked to drop some stuff off to people's tables and basically working off the clock. Wth? Hmm...  It was ok though. I didn't mind. So, I got my check and reluctant to see how much I made, I looked at it and BOY was I disappointed. *sigh, story of my life* I had about an hour and a half till I had to be at work and on the clock. So, I went to the ATM to put my check in and send my mom some money. I went to the bank and stood in line for 30 minutes. When I got up to the window and the lady told me I had to have cash or a check on me to deposit money in another account and since I wasn't with the bank, I couldn't debit out of my account. FFFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!! &gt;:( So anyway, I walked to Chick-fil-a and got something to eat because frankly, I'm tired of Mexican food. No offense. I stood there waiting for my food and a old lady approaches me and ask me am I with this other lady and little boy. I don't know why she asked me that. Strange. I told her no and she got embarrassed. After I left, I was heading to work and an homeless guy on a bench got up to greet me. He said "Hey!! Remember me?!" I told him no, as I sat there looking at him like he was crazy- which he probably was. He told me everyone knows him. He's homeless man Mike of Buckhead. (Sure, dude.) And that Tyler Perry was working on a film and a book for him about his life. I was like, "Dude, we all have a story". He said his was different. (oh really?) Supposedly he was from Africa somewhere, had a few degrees, been here since 1998....whoa whoa whoa, buddy! You've been homeless in Buckhead since 1998?! He said No, it's a long story, I'll have to read the damn book. *gah* After more B.S. he told me had a cell phone and some beer over at his bench and he needed a woman in his life. Yes, the damn man ask me to be his girl. Wtf?! And he asked to kiss me. Then it just got weird(er). So......... my mom called. (Thank God!) As I walked away, he yelled "I love you and you're always on my mind. I'll be here when you get off". Um...no thanks, dude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked into work and begin my day. Work was ok...got busy then slow. They cut me around 9-ish? A couple came in and sat in one of the booths. Dude dropped his keys down between the wall and the seat. Who had to get it? Who else had small enough hands? Your's truly. My manager had came out and was about to yell at me for laying in the booths with my feet sticking out in the aisle until they told him what I was doing. I got it out and they said I rock. (Rock on!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work was over, finally. lol And I went to my 2nd home, Starbucks. (which is where I'm at now. Wifi!!) I notice an very old white man with a cane who kept staring at me..or at least I thought he was. His eyes were kinda closed-ish? Well, he came over to my table where I was set up and sat down with me and started talking to me. He told me about this Arab taxi driver who gives him free rides because he voted for Obama. And asking did I know how to type. Then he told me about the KKK clan meeting he went to. They put a K on his cheek. He told me if I see a man with a white cap and a K on his cheek, they are with the KKK. (And it just got real!) For some reason, he was still talking to me. Wow. Then his cab came and he left. *Awkward* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I had nothing to do with myself that night, I went back up to my job to see what my friends were up to. Then this nerd guy from middle school text me saying he was going to come to my job because he knew I was working tonight. OMG! When he came in, everyone's jaw dropped at his geeky-ness. I was just embarrassed he said Hi. One guy couldn't hold his composer anymore. He just got up and walked away and didn't come back. (wish I could do the same) I tried to tell dude that I wasn't any good for him and I would cheat on him and I'm not worth it. He didn't believe me. So, I sat him down and told him straight up. Look dude, we can't be. I didn't want to break his heart, but I can't see myself with him. It's just too....awkward.... :-/ Does that make me a douche? After butchering his pumping artery, I went home and surfed the web and dozed off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has been more stranger days...but this one was more on the awkward side. HA! Should of named this post, Awkward..ness. haha! Anyway....I'm going to go now... A wise and handsome son of a gun told me that I need a plan. And that I shall do. I have to figure out my next move. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time...and there will be pictures!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sometimes doing what's right doesn't always feel so good"&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/9106828134648341656-6738787449830061733?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6738787449830061733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6738787449830061733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6738787449830061733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6738787449830061733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-days-are-stranger-than-others.html' title='Some days are stranger than others...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6575207256543180772</id><published>2010-10-25T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T19:16:26.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures I like (of an adored actress)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/TMY5yS9M3wI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CEk3XfNSiWE/s1600/Brad+Pitt+and+Angelina+Jolie+fight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 162px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/TMY5yS9M3wI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CEk3XfNSiWE/s200/Brad+Pitt+and+Angelina+Jolie+fight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532172728516009730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is just sexy... period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/TMY5oJVzsOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lfL0xO_0lcA/s1600/an1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/TMY5oJVzsOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/lfL0xO_0lcA/s200/an1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532172554136170722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic just really makes me smile. :) (how I would want to be with my family one day)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-6575207256543180772?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6575207256543180772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6575207256543180772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6575207256543180772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6575207256543180772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/10/pictures-i-like-of-adored-actress.html' title='Pictures I like (of an adored actress)'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/TMY5yS9M3wI/AAAAAAAAAJM/CEk3XfNSiWE/s72-c/Brad+Pitt+and+Angelina+Jolie+fight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-876823080261745428</id><published>2010-10-24T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:01:20.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My living situation is so gay.</title><content type='html'>So, here I am at 1:52am at a local 24hr Dunkin Donuts using the wifi just so I can get away from my ridiculous roommate. Fun? Hardly. &lt;div&gt;I try to look at it on the bright side... (what doesn't kill you makes you stronger?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But everytime I see his face, it makes me want to shove a pool stick in his skull. I just don't get it. How could anyone have THAT much to complain about? Hmmm.... Most gay guys are cool. This one...OH NO! So, as of now, I'm plotting my escape. Somehow, I seem to be always on the run now-a-days. I guess it makes a good story to tell, I suppose. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On other news, Metric is having a concert this week and it's $50. I want to go but $50 is a little steep for me. So...I guess I'll just listen to their albums...lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend of course, is Halloween weekend. My cousin and I are celebrating...as usual. What does she want to do this year? She doesn't know. She just want to have fun. Which is totally fine but don't shoot down every idea someone else tells you if you don't have a clue what you want to do. And also, if you don't really have enough money to do all the things you want to do, let's keep it cheap. (advice for today from yours truly)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lately, I've been feeling kinda old. I know I'm not that old but it sucks when someone in high school thinks you're their age and then finds out your not and respond with "Damn you're old!" O_O Yup...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any new news? Trying to finish the dreaded AIA. Trying to find a job working overnight since that would be the only time I'll have to work. Looking for a new place to stay. It's getting kinda heavy, I might just have to move into my brother's living room. From living room to living room, here I come to stay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. I love food. Food rocks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't help but to admit, I'm a little sad I don't have anyone this year...cuddling season is approaching...*sigh* oh well...I guess I'll just sip my coffee and dream. Be happy, Jay. Things aren't all that bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'm going to go now. I have a lot to do...and I'm getting paranoid out here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til next time.... Someday it'll bring me back to you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-876823080261745428?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/876823080261745428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=876823080261745428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/876823080261745428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/876823080261745428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-living-situation-is-so-gay.html' title='My living situation is so gay.'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6952056320617447381</id><published>2010-10-12T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T01:52:07.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments in time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oz716XcQqU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8oz716XcQqU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-6952056320617447381?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6952056320617447381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6952056320617447381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6952056320617447381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6952056320617447381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/10/moments-in-time.html' title='Moments in time....'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3209515865867323479</id><published>2010-10-07T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:33:17.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels good</title><content type='html'>10:45am- Oh damn, I'm late!! I had to be to work at 11am. Am I still on CPT? I was hoping I would of broken out of that again...maybe not. I need to work on that.&lt;br /&gt;Work wasn't bad, at all. Kinda slow but steady. We got new menus! (yay for hatch chili!) &lt;br /&gt;I actually got to school on time...just to find out the instructor wasn't there. So we had a sub. The sub is one of the "norm" teachers...strange guy but funny. I'm taking Intermediate 3D modeling...again. Gah! When will it end??? &lt;br /&gt;Since I'm around a computer, I checked my email. To my surprise, I got an email from my first love. I hate to admit, it brought tears to my eyes,being that I thought I will never hear from him again. It's funny because I was thinking about him earlier and last night before I went to bed. No matter how hard I try, everything reminds me of him...down to Mayer Hawthorne, Big Bang Theory, Scott Pilgrim, Jelly Beans, Hawaiian Punch and cats. *Sigh* I was telling someone about the time we went to the haunted house. -_- I figured maybe Usher was right...I do have it bad. But seriously, what can I do?? I try so hard to let go...I just can't. Am I crazy?&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, after reading his email, I did feel a little better. I didn't feel like such a sap. I realized out relationship throughout the years and I had the best time of my life. I experienced a lot, learned a lot, and just enjoyed his company. I've haven't quite been able to run into another guy who I click with the way I did with him. It's kinda good and bad... Good because that means he's special. Bad because I'll probably never get married now. Damn. But hey, marriage isn't everything. I am glad to know he still loves me somewhere in his heart. I always wondered how could you stop loving someone so quick. I'm still hoping one day he will want to be my friend because I always loved him as a friend before we were together. I'm trying to be ok with the fact he's moved on and doesn't want to be with me anymore...ever. And eventually, I will...I hope. For now, I'm focusing on school, work, and getting myself together. One day, I'll have my own place again, get my cat back, and my life. Til then, I'm just a girl living in a living room of a nagging gay man who drives a moped. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;Well, gotta get ready for a birthday dinner tonight...it's the second one this week. What's with October babies?!&lt;br /&gt;Til next time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgive you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3209515865867323479?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3209515865867323479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3209515865867323479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3209515865867323479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3209515865867323479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/10/feels-good.html' title='Feels good'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-5360857474046198392</id><published>2010-10-05T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T13:21:06.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where ya been?</title><content type='html'>Ok,for those who do read my stuff, they ask, "where ya been??" &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've been going through a LOT of crap....&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't exactly all the way better but at least I have a computer to use now. &lt;br /&gt;I'm back in school..which is great I guess. I really want my degree. It's been a long time coming. &lt;br /&gt;I still work at a Mexican restaurant. And I live in living room of a gay guy. It's not all bad, but it's not all good. It could be so much worst. And you know what? I'm thankful for that. (haha-inside joke with a girl friend of mine)&lt;br /&gt;You know something that always had me scratching my head? Relationships. I didn't think it would be such an heart ache til now. I tell ya, when that Irish guy said "when a heart breaks, no it don't break even" he was so right. Because it's like hell for me while he's doing so great, doing so much and seem to have forgotten about me. I'm trying to deal. Nothing works. Nothing. And everything hurts. Hopefully one day, I can and will be ok. For now, I'm just dealing. No one said it would be easy or take so long...but man, when does it end?? &lt;br /&gt;I'll always love him. Always have space in my heart for him. I always think of him. I guess it hurts more knowing the feeling isn't the same. And just the way he treated me hurt a lot, too. Instead of telling me he couldn't be my friend and didn't want to talk to me, he ignored me and treated me like a pest. Ouch. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll go away someday but til now, I'm stuck in a rut. Gotta be thankful for those. &lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to Bjork a lot lately...it helps me a lot to...relax. &lt;br /&gt;I saw my cat, Paco the other day for the first time since I dropped him off at my bro's house. He's a really fat cat. But I love him so much. My lil' boo he shall stay. Even if he was a bobcat, I will still love him. (I told my brother)&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to go and do something with my life now...I been on this thing all day and only drank half of my coffee, ate half of my bagel, one spoon full of apple sauce and filled out half of a job app. *sigh* my life...&lt;br /&gt;Til Next Time,&lt;br /&gt;Cross your heart...and hope not to die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-5360857474046198392?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5360857474046198392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=5360857474046198392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5360857474046198392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5360857474046198392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/10/where-ya-been.html' title='Where ya been?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2522955798822718815</id><published>2010-08-03T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T02:20:19.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering on something late a night....</title><content type='html'>So, lately I've been working my butt off with barely time to eat,sleep or have a moment to myself...there's just not enough hours in a day. I swear. The days are still hot as hell...I'm so ready for the fall! :( I'm reluctant about finding out what I have to do for school...I'm so close. Will I get back in for the fall and graduate by Summer of next year?! Good question. Stay tuned I guess. My feet hurt a lot lately, I guess from being on them all the time. I thought since I work at a Mexican restaurant I'll get more immune to the cheese/dairy but no. It's still f***in me over. Ugh... &lt;br /&gt;One of my friends who worked with me at one of my jobs had to leave Saturday. At such short notice too. She was suppose to leave next month but a change of plans made her leave very soon. I felt kinda bad for her because...well, in a nutshell, she was in love...her and her boyfriend both had to break up and neither one of them wanted to. It was really sad. That's all I'm going to say on that one...I don't wanna put her business out there like that. :-/ hmmm. I finally got a day off after a long weekend of working. It was nice to sleep in a bit. I'm thankful for that. &lt;br /&gt;My mom took my dad to the hospital tonight...supposedly, he could be going blind in his right eye. I'm a  little sad because I'm thinking...what would I do without my parents?! I don't want to loose either of them. And they just seem to be getting sicker and breaking down. I do wish and hope and pray on everything that they will live a little while longer to see me get married one day (if that will ever happen) and see their (well my mom's first) grandchild. And you know...just all of the above. I'm kinda tired of loosing people. Right now...it's just a little rough. Somehow lately, I've been able to keep a smile on my face and keep moving as if nothing is bothering me! :) The way it should be, I guess. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Well, I do have to go right back to work tomorrow...just one job though. :) That's a little easy on me. Hopefully sooner than later, I'll be caught up on the bills and won't have to work two jobs anymore...or find something a little better that pays enough to survive a little. At the end of the day...I am trying to give it my all and just be a better person. And on a side note, since my car has been messed up, riding my bike is KILLING ME! But maybe it'll help me get back into shape, too. I hope so. I think my legs are getting a little toned now. Haha. :) Yay me! &lt;br /&gt;Soo, I guess I"ll go now...you know...to sleep...It's late...and here I am again...up for no reason. I miss coffee. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time! Stop procrastinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He use to love me..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2522955798822718815?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2522955798822718815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2522955798822718815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2522955798822718815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2522955798822718815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/08/pondering-on-something-late-night.html' title='Pondering on something late a night....'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6330561189536504824</id><published>2010-07-12T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:08:26.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing I was just the one and only</title><content type='html'>I use to believe and take your word for the things that seem so crazy. Now I'm starting to believe that there is truth to the lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-6330561189536504824?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6330561189536504824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6330561189536504824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6330561189536504824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6330561189536504824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/07/wishing-i-was-just-one-and-only.html' title='Wishing I was just the one and only'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-7298917134249130690</id><published>2010-06-30T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T13:44:55.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for the sake of writing....and love</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been working a lot! I have two jobs...and it's all great and everything. (not really) but I need the money really bad...so, it will do for now...til I can do better. I been trying to write a script for this movie my friends and I are trying to do. We are really trying to make it a good one this time. I mean, all of the movies were good but this one will be longer than 5 mins and the acting will be better...and well, just all that good stuff. :) haha&lt;br /&gt;I hate that every job I do is basically me doing heavy lifting, cleaning toilets and dealing with unmanageable customers. Most of them are dumb as wall paint. But...what can I say? Those are the only type of jobs I can get while I'm in school who will work with my schedule. I'd probably kill to sit down sometimes. But I have faith that I will do better than this and it will pay off...somehow...sometime...soon...I hope. &lt;br /&gt;I try to appreciate those things in life that make me smile and reminds me that life ain't so bad. I try. I try to not seem like I'm ungrateful for anything or try to look at the big picture. With me being of the female race....I think I skip that at times. But I do understand and realize that it always could be worst...and things happen for a reason. And as Marge Simpson said "things always work out in the end". Never could of been more right. &lt;br /&gt;As confusing my life is right now...I still manage to find some sort of peace.&lt;br /&gt;I wish you felt that way about me... still hoping and working towards trust and forgiveness...it's not easy. Maybe one day, I'll know what's on your mind and what is going on exactly...because confusion is my middle name. &lt;br /&gt;I gotta go...time for..yep, you guessed it! WORK!&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-7298917134249130690?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7298917134249130690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=7298917134249130690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7298917134249130690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7298917134249130690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/06/for-sake-of-writingand-love.html' title='for the sake of writing....and love'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1664325454888451980</id><published>2010-06-18T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T21:31:38.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When my day comes...</title><content type='html'>I went to one of my close friend's graduation today to see her "walk". It was a exciting day. I was really happy for her! And at the same time, I got kind of sad because I should be there. But instead, I'm still there, watching from a far. She seemed happy at first and as the day went on, she seemed to have gotten sad or something. Will it be like that for me when I graduate? Will I be sad on the day I've been waiting for for a long time!? I don't exactly know what was wrong. But I know when my day comes, that weight will be lifted off my shoulders....&lt;br /&gt;and then a new one will come... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;till next time...soon couldn't come sooner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1664325454888451980?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1664325454888451980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1664325454888451980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1664325454888451980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1664325454888451980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-my-day-comes.html' title='When my day comes...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3225875970322487301</id><published>2010-06-16T04:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T04:04:36.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just 'cause</title><content type='html'>At the end of the day, nobody cares...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3225875970322487301?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3225875970322487301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3225875970322487301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3225875970322487301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3225875970322487301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-cause.html' title='Just &apos;cause'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-8348006630551317895</id><published>2010-06-16T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T03:19:09.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when the lights don't shine as bright as they use to</title><content type='html'>Some people say writing is therapeutic. And in a way, I would like to think so. So, today's post isn't exactly one of my usual random post filled with nonsense. You see, I been going through fairly a lot in the past week or so. I'm still scratching my head on why is life so stressful now-a-days. &lt;div&gt;You know when you've done something wrong and you wish on everything that you could take it back? That you could change it. But you know you can't and it hurts so much because you can't. And the fact of knowing that you have to live the rest of your life with that poor judgement eats you alive. I try not to mess up when it comes to things in my life (good things) and every so once in a while, I slip. Sometimes, not so bad, others, pretty damn bad. I try to learn from my mistakes and not let them happen again. I'm only human as we all are. I use to didn't quite understand what that really meant. Maybe because I never had any extremely really bad regrets. But I do and so I know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish on everything in this world I could change the way certain things were or have became. I wish I was a better person and that I could show people how much of a better person I could be. I never want to hurt anyone or anything. And when I do, I feel like dirt. Lower than dirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the worst feelings in the world is loving someone who doesn't love you- so I was told. And you know, it's also very true. It hurts just as bad, if not worst than being stabbed. I've never been stabbed but I can imagine how bad that hurts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've had many sleepless nights and sluggish days. And what came out of it? Nothing. Nothing at all. Just a lot of crying, hoping and praying in vain. Am I suppose to just get up and forget about you? That's not possible. Not at all...I can't find myself to do it. I tried just for the sake of my sanity and so I won't keep being such a pathetic soul...It's so hard. I can't. I look at myself in the mirror everyday and kick myself for being so stupid, young and dumb. If only I didn't make mistakes. If only I thought things through thoroughly and really just look what was in front on of me instead of complain, like most of us do. I forgot to count my blessings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord knows how sorry I am and determined to make things right...if given the chance. How many is enough, though? Seems my time is up. And I cry harder thinking about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll get over it, you'll find someone else, you'll learn from your mistake and with that, it'll make you a better person- I've been told. Those are things I don't want to hear, at all. They don't make me feel better. They don't help the time past by any sooner. They don't make me feel less than garbage that I already feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I have work to do and things to get done, so I must live my life. I can't seem to get a grasp on things right now. Everything seems to be falling apart for me, once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my dreams and hopes quickly falling apart way quicker than it took to get to where I am. Soon, I'll be back at square one again...a nobody. I'd rather live in my car than return to nothing....as a failure. I seemed to have failed at school, work, my relationship and my dreams, all together. And what do I have to show for it? Nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I use to think I was decent as a person. Now, I'm not so sure anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could make your heart forgive me and love me again. I wish I could make you feel the same about me. I wish I wasn't so dumb. All I want to do is make things right. I refuse to give up without a fight, as I always been. But when the day comes when you look me in my eyes and tell me you don't love me anymore, I'll be forced to go. Praying that I'll never hear that, I'll try and try until I can make a difference....because you mean that much to me. I don't care what I have to go through because it's no match to what I put you through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You don't have to protect your heart from me. I wouldn't hurt you that way again. If only I could prove to you how sincere I am...that you're the only one for me and that I've been dumb. I don't wanna give up...please don't stop loving me for good. I feel I don't have much left. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0lf_fE3HwA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/O0lf_fE3HwA&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;next time...next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*why did I pour out my heart on a public blog?? because no one reads it anyway... :-/ *  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-8348006630551317895?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8348006630551317895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=8348006630551317895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8348006630551317895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8348006630551317895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-lights-dont-shine-as-bright-as.html' title='when the lights don&apos;t shine as bright as they use to'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-4381192514284462340</id><published>2010-05-26T13:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:53:01.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dumb stuff people do</title><content type='html'>Do you ever find yourself sitting at the computer waiting for an email? What has the world come to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4381192514284462340?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4381192514284462340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4381192514284462340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4381192514284462340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4381192514284462340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/05/dumb-stuff-people-do.html' title='Dumb stuff people do'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-4567886882309206525</id><published>2010-05-26T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:50:51.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts for food?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nataliedee.com/072205/taste-in-music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 511px;" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/072205/taste-in-music.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nataliedee.com/072205/taste-in-music.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 700px; height: 511px;" src="http://www.nataliedee.com/072205/taste-in-music.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nataliedee.com/072205/taste-in-music.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;Recently, I was watching a couple of new music videos and realized something about myself: I don't have patience for music videos anymore. Not even the ones I like the song of. Sad, isn't it? I don't know what it is...I'll watch it till the 1:43 mark, then my attention goes elsewhere. Short attention span catching up with me? Hmm...who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rap music kinda annoys me now. I use to like it, some what. But now, it's just total garbage. And it's not knock at the GOOD rap. It's that BS by the name of Soulja Boy and Lil'B...ugh. They give good music a bad name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not into that music that sounds like cats stepping on pianos and a man screaming at the top of his lungs either...(what do you call that?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also realize that the weather channel does not predict the weather too good anymore... You think it's gonna be all sunny and smiles, and BAM! Flash flood. Haha, I guess that's life, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be doing some sort of homework assignment or project but once again, I'm not able to concentrate. Too much on my mind? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got an email from my teacher reminding us to meet at a gallery about 30 mins away from where I live. Um...what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to get a new kitty. She's 5 weeks. The youngest I've had in a really long time. Trying to decide when I'm going to go get her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a craving for a pretzel...but I can't get one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's with this world and sex anyway? And dumb people....yeah, they annoy me too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, random, I know. This is my thought process on a regular basis.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I'll go now. So much to do...not enough time in a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time...or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4567886882309206525?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4567886882309206525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4567886882309206525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4567886882309206525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4567886882309206525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-thoughts-for-food.html' title='Random thoughts for food?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-5734874783654814876</id><published>2010-05-19T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:27:53.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a day...</title><content type='html'>You know those days when you think to yourself, you should of stayed in bed...Man, today was one of those days. &lt;div&gt;TODAY SUCKED!!! BAD!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean the only thing good that came out good from today is I got a job...ABOUT DARN TIME!! :( I should of stayed in bed, though...for real... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus, my dad...seriously needs to get off Facebook! &gt;:( But that's another story for another time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Til next darn time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-5734874783654814876?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5734874783654814876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=5734874783654814876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5734874783654814876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5734874783654814876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-day.html' title='what a day...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-4951424833257223886</id><published>2010-05-15T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:21:34.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public service announcements</title><content type='html'>I wonder why people don't wash their hands when they come out of the bathroom? I mean, we just went through the whole swine flu scare thing and crap and people still don't do it? What gives? I mean, are you THAT darn gross?! Ugh...I makes me nervous now to shake hands with anyone or whatever. I can't just NOT wash my hands. Ugh...and worse enough, it's like people don't care that you are in the same bathroom with you. Man, I'm going to stick to head nods or dap...or something... Hugs aren't even safe anymore. LOL &lt;div&gt;Random...I know, but people please! WASH YOUR HANDS!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4951424833257223886?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4951424833257223886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4951424833257223886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4951424833257223886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4951424833257223886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/05/public-service-announcements.html' title='Public service announcements'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3128014922296694550</id><published>2010-05-15T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T15:15:31.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those days</title><content type='html'>Hello again! Yeah, yeah, I know its been a while again, but at least it hasn't been a few months in between. With all the things that are going on these days, sometimes it's hard to just you know, write. At least for me it is. Anyway...&lt;div&gt;Another weird sunny/hot/partially cloudy day....and I'm in the house just lounging. I could be doing something constructive. It's not like I don't have anything to do. But I'm just eating waffles, talking to my cousin, and writing this. Hmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I'm going to look into another profession... something that doesn't cost much but will make much. If that makes sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yahoo news usually have good news but when it's slow news day, OMG, do they put the most random nonsense articles up. I can't really lie, though. I do enjoy the "best frozen foods to eat and the worst frozen foods to eat" articles. Ugh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I need more motivation because it's hard for me to get things done and with it not being enough hours in a day, what's a girl to do?? Sometimes, I question is animation is what I want to do anymore. I love to draw. I love to make stories. But when it comes to me animating, I choke up...ugh. Why don't I have more confidence in myself? Who knows. I have a great support system in my hometown and in my apartment which I love them very much. But for some reason, I can't get inspired the way I should be...ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It started to rain really bad just now. Pouring. I been writing this entry for about 3 hours now. Why am I not done? I think I need a cup of coffee. I think I'm going to go get me some. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, blah. Because it's just one of does days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till next time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3128014922296694550?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3128014922296694550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3128014922296694550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3128014922296694550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3128014922296694550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-of-those-days.html' title='One of those days'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-4969758989025024570</id><published>2010-05-03T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T15:34:07.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>Just thought about something while I was watching Family Guy...You notice how a lot of the American cartoons have an over sized husband and it's cool, but the wife has to be in shape or else? Hmm...American subliminal messages....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4969758989025024570?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4969758989025024570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4969758989025024570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4969758989025024570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4969758989025024570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-5831853393746383186</id><published>2010-04-17T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T00:33:36.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running out of ideas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://twitchfilm.net/news/KICK%20ASS%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 416px;" src="http://twitchfilm.net/news/KICK%20ASS%20poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back again with more randomness and questions that make you think!! Today, I'm wondering are filmmakers running out of ideas? I ask this because I went to the movies on Thursday night to see Kick Ass with my boyfriend. We both been excited about seeing the movie since it was originally a comic. The comic was GREAT! But sad. I think they were going for the more realistic approach. The movie was almost exactly like the comic, except they changed up a few scenes which were for the better. *spoiler alert*(I'm soooo happy they didn't let what happened to Big Daddy in the comic happen in the movie. I would of been really sad)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while we were eating our snacks and watching 20 minutes of previews, I noticed that most of the movies that is coming out in the future are...well, either comic turned movie, video game turned movie, or book turned movie. Then that sparked my question: Are they running out of ideas!? Come on! Movie makers, what are you doing?! Is it hard to sit down and write an original story? Actually...maybe it is a little harder than it sounds. I have writter's/drawer's block all the time. So, I guess I can feel them on that...but jeez, that's what writers are for also! I mean, don't get me wrong, I love seeing my favorite comics/video games turned into movies (if they stick to the actual script and don't change it up too drastic!) but sometimes, that's not always a good thing. Because if you were like us, read the comic before the movie came out, you basically know what's going to happen in the movie before it happens (if they follow it to a T) or you'll be watching the movie and comparing it to the comic. It's fun sometimes, but at the same time, it's like can they can't come up with anything original? Hmmm. I guess that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, to those who haven't seen Kick Ass, you need to! It's great! It's awesome! It's...Kick Ass!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it was worth the wait. I loved it! And I have to say, I liked how it ended in the movie better than how it ended in the first volume of the comic. Now, I wanna see Scott Pilgrim; Another great comic turned movie. Only problem I have with this movie so far is, Michael Cera is playing Scott Pilgrim! What da fuzz?! I mean, if you read Scott Pilgrim, dude looks nothing like him nor act nothing like him. Two different personalities and might I add, that was a bad casting on their part. :( Can't win them all.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm heading off to bed. I'm cold. I'm sleepy. And I think I'm starting to hear things. O_O what?!&lt;br /&gt;Til next time, because it's just so much better than the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-5831853393746383186?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5831853393746383186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=5831853393746383186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5831853393746383186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5831853393746383186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/04/running-out-of-ideas.html' title='Running out of ideas?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2140554419411114445</id><published>2010-04-08T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T01:23:39.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Was Pocahontas a whore?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freewebs.com/thedisneyclassics/pocahontas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 434px;" src="http://www.freewebs.com/thedisneyclassics/pocahontas4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you look back and think about the things you talk about among others are a little...weird...lol&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today, I went out to eat with a few of my girlfriends from  school. We had a pretty deep conversation about...Disney princesses.  Yeah, corny convo it seem, it had to be discussed because we were all  (except one graphic designer) animators. This stuff matters! Well, the  argument was, is Pocahontas a whore or not? My opinion, she wasn't. Me,  being one of the very few who liked Pocahontas, thought she was just  doing what was right back then. I mean, think about it. Back then, us  women had no rights. We couldn't do jack! And she was basically forced  to be what they considered civilized and marry that John guy and have a  family. In the Disney version of the story, she met John Smith and was  in a blissful romantic creep with the strange white man. But no one  wanted them to be together and she was set to marry Kokum. (Who the hell  would want to do that? That dude was too serious) And John was all  about fun and adventure. Well, Kokum was killed, John was shot and had  to return to England and Pocahontas was left in native America to live  life with her tribe. On the second one, (which sucked ass) She went to  England and met another guy named John (not John Smith). This guy was  less adventurous but had the stability Pocahontas so called needed. John  Smith came back in the picture after being in jail for a while and  still had the hots for Pocahontas but she seem to had fallen for other  John guy. At the end, she ended up with that other John guy and well,  John Smith had to be ok with it. And he was. He kept on living his  adventurous life. Now, did she have to marry that other guy? No. Did she  have to marry anyone? nah. But back then, I guess it was required. In  the real story of Pocahontas, it wasn't as blissful as one would think.  But according to Chief Roy Crazy Horse (one of her living kins) said  that the true story was she was a prisoner at 17 when she was on a visit  to England, John Rolfe took to liking her and she had to marry him if  he got her out of jail, she married him and had a son name Thomas, she  saw John Smith on the streets somewhere and was furious with him so she  turned her back to him, hid her face and went off alone somewhere for a  few hours. Then the next time she saw him, she called him a liar and  showed him the door. Her name was changed to Rebecca Rolfe. Pocahontas  meant "the naughty one" or "spoiled child". She was 11 or 12 when the  whole "saving of John Smith's life" happened. She was on her way to  Virginia with her husband and child but was forced to get off the boat  before they got there. She died that same month that happened at age 21  and when John Smith found out about her death, that's when that story of  her saving his life came about. The white men turned their backs on the  "indians" and took their land. The end. Not so blissful, eh?  Yeah...thought so. With that being known, I don't think she was a whore  at all. Some mix ups and false stories were told but hey, isn't that all  through history? And we never really know the real truth behind these  things anyway. The girls I had this convo with said that Esmarelda was  not a whore...but isn't that was gypsies where? They say she carried  herself well though, even though that blond soldier guy wanted her (and  got her in the end) and the hunchback guy had a crush on her but they  could only be friends because let's face it, Disney clearly teaches our  little girls that if you are attractive, you shall never be with someone  homely looking no matter how good of a heart they may have. Go for the  cute guy! And then there was that old dude that was dressed like a  priest. What was his deal? Dude wanted Esmarelda for himself too, but  when he found out that the whore wasn't gonna give him any "cookies", he  got mad and started burning up buildings and crap. Isn't the normal way  that men handle rejection back then was just "take it" (rape) or kill  her? But he wanted to take it out on the whole town...plus kill her. How  selfish, dude. Also, Ariel from the Little Mermaid...she was a 16 year  old girl who fell in love with some dude she saw on a boat and married  him when she took her fins off. Then had a child with him a year  later...Um...she's not a whore..but man, she was young when she did all  this. When did this take place? Obviously back when marrying at 16 was  OK. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Well, being up til 7am everyday for the past 3 weeks has been draining  and killing me on my part because I can't get up early or do what I have  to get done in the daylight hours. Ugh. I might have to get on some  pills or something. For the sake of humanity...and myself. I'm going to  quit rambling about nonsense for now and TRY to call it a night. I have  school tomorrow. And man, I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;A side note to the Native American thing: A few years back, my dad was  almost arrested for walking around town in Tennessee without his tribal  papers/documents. They wanted to see them or he had to get back to the  reserve.  That goes to show you that they still mistreat them so bad til  this day. Why can't they walk around like everyone else? Wtf?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2140554419411114445?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2140554419411114445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2140554419411114445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2140554419411114445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2140554419411114445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/04/was-pocahontas-whore.html' title='Was Pocahontas a whore?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-5309431052334829478</id><published>2010-04-07T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T02:34:41.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why love should beat out hate.</title><content type='html'>You know when too many things happen all at once and you start to think to yourself, "Why is this happening to me? Is it something I'm doing wrong?" We all question ourselves time to time on whether it's us who's the blame for things not going the way we want it to or is it someone else. In this case, I guess I would be to blame.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna really go into any detail, (for the sake of one's privacy I shall respect) but it truly takes a big man to admit he's wrong. It really is commendable when someone can put aside all the B.S. and just talk to you. (No matter how mad or not willing to listen you may be) Nothing beats a fail than a try. And at the end of the day, all you can do is try. And if someone can't see that, then who needs them? After a long drive, a lot of thinking and a good cup of coffee, I came to the conclusion of how I may have made a terrible mistake. Just by not being able to simply forgive and move on. I guess you don't see things clearly sometimes when you are busy hanging on to old things and stuff that don't matter. And when it comes to love or friendship, you have to see what's more important.&lt;br /&gt;One of my best(est) friends in the world taught me a lot about myself within the past few years and even more within the past few weeks. With all the love in this world, I do need to do some soul searching and figure out why can't I just be happy and let go of all the nonsense. I guess I'm too proud? Why did things have to be that way? I ask that question to myself and for some reason, I never got an truthful answer within myself and I guess now I'm really thinking about it. I've been hurt a lot, by a few people and certain evens in my life. And well, I know I can't let it bring me down. I also can't take things other people do out on my friend, because that's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, here I go ranting. I guess in a way, that's what blogs are for, right? I guess I feel bad because my best friend done so much for me and is a really great person and yet, I seem to let a few little mistakes on their half amend me from just letting go and moving on. I'm sorry. I really wish they knew how bad I feel. Maybe one day I will come to peace with it. Very soon, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cutting your loses, there was this other person I use to be fairly cool with but now it seems we are at war. What did I do? Honestly, not a damn thing. And I'm not just saying that on my part. I sat there and thought about it, I talked to someone about it (who knew us both) and still couldn't think of what the hell I did. Now, normally, this person is just what I call a Professional Hater. And well, that's that. They hate on everything and everyone for no reason and really, they have no room to throw stones. But then they wouldn't be suck a hater then, now would they? Guess not. With all the crap that goes on in my life as of late, I really don't need the extra. I would be just fine without it...you know? You stop talking to the son of a b**** for a month and what they do? Write you an email starting stuff with you and then try to turn it around on you and say you're crazy when you responded back to them. Now, the grown up approach would be, not say anything at all. Because if you're threw with someone, that's what you are: Threw. No need with all the extra stuff. Just shut up. And if you are grown, married with children, you really should be more mature than what you are. Seriously. I find more and more "adults" who act like children now a days than ever. Makes you wonder what the kids of these people are going to turn out to be. Ugh. Does it hurt to just leave me alone like I requested? I mean, what da hell?! Then they try to put me on blast online. Wow...that's smart of you. Two can play that game and well...I'm just saying, You don't wanna go there. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes crazy people will make you crazy. Stop giving them attention.&lt;br /&gt;On other news, I saw this article about the governor of VA saying something about slavery and how he shouldn't have left it out all of these years. I was about to go off on him and call him all sorts of names til I actually read the article. haha. Well, he was just saying how he was wrong for not including the section on slavery to the state's confederate month and how slavery played an important part. Basically apologizing for leaving those who were offended or who lived through it (maybe) out. Nice, dude. Someone added in, "how white of him to do". I don't know what that's suppose to mean..but whatever. Good job, Mr.McDonnell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;br /&gt;I will come back for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-5309431052334829478?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5309431052334829478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=5309431052334829478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5309431052334829478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5309431052334829478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/04/why-love-should-beat-out-hate.html' title='Why love should beat out hate.'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6637173531892894184</id><published>2010-04-05T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:56:13.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa whoa whoa...sorry about that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.afrobella.com/wp-content/afrobella%20images/mlkdaysaulloebgetty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.afrobella.com/wp-content/afrobella%20images/mlkdaysaulloebgetty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I think I did it again! I went away for a while without notice and now I'm back 23 months later. Sorry about that. This time, I didn't mean to. Kinda dumb on my half and no, I don't want to explain. But so much has gone on and happened between now and the last time I wrote. Sadly, I can't remember what I wanted to write just at this moment...so I think I'm just gonna leave this short. I'm back. I'm ready. I'm...me! lol! So...come back, please. I won't leave again without notice! Unless I'm like, totally away from the computer and interwebs! :3 haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;Til next time! (won't be a long time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-6637173531892894184?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6637173531892894184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6637173531892894184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6637173531892894184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6637173531892894184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2010/04/whoa-whoa-whoasorry-about-that.html' title='Whoa whoa whoa...sorry about that...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1591322345689036349</id><published>2009-12-03T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T23:08:12.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks a lot, little Debbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9bqDs_Ll4Lo/RdOgHNwvnlI/AAAAAAAAADk/JyP_B6mcpiw/s320/fender_bender.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9bqDs_Ll4Lo/RdOgHNwvnlI/AAAAAAAAADk/JyP_B6mcpiw/s320/fender_bender.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that saying, "when it rains, it pours"? OH my gosh they wasn't lying on that one. Where do I start? First of all, it's been a hell of a week. I just can't wait for it to be over. I'm so looking forward to my first Friday and Saturday off in a while. I would talk about my crazy week at work but I don't wanna be one of those unsuspecting bloggers who's managers just so happen to stumble across the stuff...you know? So, let's scratch that. (even though that's one of the main things that went wrong this week.) Well it's very close to finals and everything is due and there's no time. I been working a lot, I don't have time to do any school work. Not good!! It was pretty good not working as far as in getting stuff done, but I was broke. Now I have a job, no time and still broke. Hmmm...how does that work!? I didn't get a chance to work on or turn in my video assignment because ONE, the camera my team member rented out wasn't so called working. It was working, she just forgot to push something in on the tape. TWO, she took the camera with her home for Thanksgiving making it so I couldn't get my extra footage I needed. THREE, my whole group depends on me to do EVERYTHING!!! So when I don't come through, everyone fails. Ugh. I hate being depended on for everything. It never works for me. Plus I found out financial aid is cutting me off. ugh. what am I gonna do now!? Then, I had to do a 3 page paper which I didn't finish the whole thing til it was time to go! I had to hurry to class because my instructor likes to get things started right away. On my way to school, I was eating a little debbie snack and I dropped it. I looked down to get it and BAM!! I ran into some guy's back!! Of all things!! I had to do...I run into someone!! Dammit!! Funny thing about all of this and it's a little creepy, everything I thought today, happened. I thought, I'm gonna be late. I was. when I got in the car, I thought that song "I think I fallen for you" would be on. It was. I thought I might hit someone tonight. I did. I was gonna get some food for me and my roomie and thought the place would be closed by the time I got there. It was. I thought my roomie would come home late. They did. Uggggh. what the hell is up today?!?! Seriously. I mean, it could be worst but I don't know...I guess I'm stressing. I guess I should just lay down. But in the meantime, I think I need a drink...cocoa that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay your head on my pillow and just relax...relax...relax, this bed was made for you...&lt;br /&gt;til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1591322345689036349?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1591322345689036349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1591322345689036349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1591322345689036349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1591322345689036349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/12/thanks-lot-little-debbie.html' title='Thanks a lot, little Debbie'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9bqDs_Ll4Lo/RdOgHNwvnlI/AAAAAAAAADk/JyP_B6mcpiw/s72-c/fender_bender.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-8634331301785523763</id><published>2009-11-28T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T10:27:35.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving went by too fast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i252/popgrrl/holidays/SesameStreet-Thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 343px; height: 500px;" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i252/popgrrl/holidays/SesameStreet-Thanksgiving.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey people out there?!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a long time since I've wrote and wow, I need to get better on that. It's just a lot has been going on in my life lately. Nothing is a big wake up call than seeing one of your favorite sites who USE TO have you as a affiliate take you off. Ouch. Well, I guess I gotta move on, eh?&lt;br /&gt;On other news, Thanksgiving just passed and it was WONDERFUL! It was great seeing my family and a few friends. One of my close friends came back from the military (National Guards). Always good seeing him. I was going to make a pie for everyone but that whole idea just went wrong. My mom used one of my ingredients for my pie and I didn't feel like going to the store. :( I went to the aunt's house just to miss most of the food and to sit in the dark for 30 mins. Yay! After that, went to a club my dad DJ's at. Nobody was there but us and a two or three couples. It was ok, though. We didn't expect there to be that many people anyway. Then I had to go home because I had to work on Black Friday (which was a big flop) and I had to bring home a plate for someone who had to work on Thanksgiving day. :( Today, I'm going to work...Oh yea, I got a job! Did I mention that?! I been there for 3 weeks now. It's ok. It's a job. The people are cool, I suppose. lol. I don't know everyone just yet. I just remembered I had a paper due Sunday...UGH! I need to start on that.  I hate when teachers give you an assignment during Thanksgiving break! Like you're really going to want to do it! Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that this Black Friday was one of the saddest ones? It was like no rush anywhere, not really crowded anywhere you went and there was parking at the malls!! What is going on?&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I been listening to other types of music besides the usual R&amp;amp;B and some Hip Hop. Hip Hop and R&amp;amp;B are really starting to sound a lot alike and is really boring me. (to death) It's to the point where I cringe when I hear it. ugh. You know if you hear a song you hate so much, you get that annoyed feel and cringe or something? Yeah, something like that.  So...yeah, seeing what's on the other side. I been listening to oldies but I'm checking them out again too. :)&lt;br /&gt;well, I have to get ready to go to work. That sounds funny with me saying that. I got so use to not having a job, it's just weird saying that. haha.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time!&lt;br /&gt;Love one another ....and don't backstab people who are there for you for people you don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-8634331301785523763?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8634331301785523763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=8634331301785523763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8634331301785523763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8634331301785523763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-went-by-too-fast.html' title='Thanksgiving went by too fast...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i252/popgrrl/holidays/th_SesameStreet-Thanksgiving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-4633910306970669593</id><published>2009-10-04T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:30:40.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate being short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.china.cn/attachement/jpg/site1007/20080316/00114320c9510946c14601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 305px;" src="http://images.china.cn/attachement/jpg/site1007/20080316/00114320c9510946c14601.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, most people I meet in person either notice one of the three things about me: My smile, my personality and my height. I usually don't wear shoes that give me an extra boost and maybe I should...but that would be cutting into my beliefs again "false advertising". LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Particularly today, I feel like my height has screwed me over again for success when I opened an email seeing that there was a fashion show coming up. NOT just any fashion show...the Victoria Secret Fashion Show! They are looking for models to be on it. It's a once in a lifetime chance to do this (so they say). What are the requirements? You have to be a female, live in America, 18-30 years old, can be in NY between Oct30-Dec3, and must be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 5'8&lt;/span&gt; in height bare feet. I am only 5'4 and 3 quarters. Ugh...it's not fair. But I'm not gonna give up. Eventually, something will come around for me, hopefully before I'm 30.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a gray cloudy rainy-like looking day. I got out of the shower to hear the ice cream truck's little music. So, obviously he was making his rounds. One thing is,why today? Of all days. I haven't heard from him in like 3 weeks and now today!? How did he even get in the neighborhood!? I been trying to get some ice cream from him since I first seen him in the neighborhood...but I can't seem to catch him. One day I will...One day.&lt;br /&gt;I start back school tomorrow and I'm not really looking forward to that at all. I guess so I can finish but waking up at 7am...it's got to be a better way!! Hopefully I'll do well this quarter and make it threw with flying colors. Wish me luck. :)&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm gonna go now. I been trying to do my hair all day! I don't know what to do with it though...&lt;br /&gt;Love hard and play hard&lt;br /&gt;Til next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4633910306970669593?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4633910306970669593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4633910306970669593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4633910306970669593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4633910306970669593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-being-short.html' title='I hate being short'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-8945788722178810244</id><published>2009-10-02T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T15:12:21.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October is for pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kauaikeepsakes.com/computerguy/breast-cancer-awareness-ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.kauaikeepsakes.com/computerguy/breast-cancer-awareness-ribbon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey everybody!!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was October the first and also National Breast Cancer Awareness Month! So, if you know someone who's had, has or is no longer here because of it, be sure to honor those people and take time to appreciate them! Girls, you aren't too young to get breast cancer! I learned that the hard way. (I do not have breast cancer) I did have a dear friend/roommate who passed away last year from it. My grandmother also passed from it. If you ever get the chance, donate a $1 to the Susan G. Korman foundation. I do whenever I can. My debit card even sports the logo. It's for a good cause.&lt;br /&gt;RIP Grandma and RIP Tippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live as though it's your last (sort of speak)&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-8945788722178810244?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8945788722178810244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=8945788722178810244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8945788722178810244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8945788722178810244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-is-for-pink.html' title='October is for pink'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2956604650510827047</id><published>2009-10-01T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:04:08.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.copyright-free-pictures.org.uk/flowers/yellow-minaiture-roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.copyright-free-pictures.org.uk/flowers/yellow-minaiture-roses.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today while I was out running erruns and such, I found a rose next to my car on the passenger side. I don't know if it was there before and I didn't notice it...but there it was. One single yellow rose. It kinda was dehydrated... maybe it was out in the sun too long. who knows? Well, I picked it up and put it in my car. Maybe it's a sign or something or good luck or something. I don't know. It was kinda weird though. (thanks?)&lt;br /&gt;"Something always brings me back to you, it never takes too long..." I had this song in my head all frickin' day!!! Ugh!! I need to get it somehow... It sucks being broke, people. Keep your job, even if you hate it! And if you get offered something better, keep the old one because you might get screwed over with the new one. Take advice from a pro...&lt;br /&gt;I know this is really odd, but I didn't just want to talk about the the darn rose and that's it...But I guess that's exactly what I'm gonna do because I have nothing else to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay true til next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2956604650510827047?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2956604650510827047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2956604650510827047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2956604650510827047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2956604650510827047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/10/roses.html' title='Roses?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3463771097212342232</id><published>2009-09-30T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T03:01:55.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda Odd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blogs.ballyfermot.ie/darrens/wp-content/blogs.dir/72/files/funny-pictures/rapist-search-news.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 550px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 382px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://blogs.ballyfermot.ie/darrens/wp-content/blogs.dir/72/files/funny-pictures/rapist-search-news.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, some of you may have seen this before and I apologize, but this is the first time I ever seen this. It kinda caught me off guard. (a lot) The guy in the drawn picture kind of looks like the guy who's broadcasting this news segment. If it is him, that's messed up and funny as hell at the same time!! XD The way he's looking too is just...priceless!! Ha! I'm sorry dude. I have GOT to find the back story behind this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK, enough with my randomness for now. I'll be back...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Til next time. Live sweet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UP DAMN DATE: &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I noticed you can't see the hand drawn pic on the side...due to this pic being kinda big. I'm not at my computer at the moment, so I can't make any changes....I also don't have the program(s) on my computer to do so. So just use your imagination for me...just this once. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3463771097212342232?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3463771097212342232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3463771097212342232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3463771097212342232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3463771097212342232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/09/kinda-odd.html' title='Kinda Odd...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1599896555594475584</id><published>2009-09-29T00:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T01:43:48.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what staying up late does to me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;*warning: very random rants*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hello people...those of you who still read. I know I been slacking. You don't even wanna know. It's late at night and I'm drinking some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; cocoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; (which isn't bad even though it's made with water) and trying to put myself to sleep. I'm visiting my mom again before I have to go back to school and also have a doctor's appointment. (Don't worry, I'm ok)  I haven't been sleeping at night now a days. I guess back to my old routines, ay? Ugh... Anyway, some random thoughts came to mind and I decided, "Hey! Since you're up at like 3:40am and have nothing else better to do with your life, write a blog post about random thoughts!" (yeah...isn't that why I started this thing in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; place?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back after I saw the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Inglorious Bastards&lt;/span&gt; (which was pretty great-lots of talking though. :P)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://culturazzi.org/review/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/adolf_hitler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 479px;" src="http://culturazzi.org/review/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/adolf_hitler.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A thought came to mind- Hitler. Why the f*** does this man only like blond hair/blue eyes when his own damn hair and eyes are dark (brown?) ??? This man is nuts!!! Shouldn't his own troops turn against him?! You would think...  I wonder sometimes what is so perfect about that combination? I mean, it's ok (I'm not just saying this because I'm black) but gray eyes are cool. Green...brown...hazel! :) And hair color...I personally like white/gray hair. Yea yea, weird. I know. I can clearly see that this man didn't want any diversity in his life or anyone elses. Think about it. If everyone look the damn same, nobody wouldn't be special. Where's the fun in that? Can you imagine getting robbed and going down to the police station and they ask you for a discription of who robbed you and the only thing you could say, "well, he had blond hair, blue eyes....and he was a man..." Wow! Great discription, sunshine. Well, I'm glad it isn't like that...anymore. Besides, it seem to be more common that there are more dark haired people all over the place. Dark is dominate, so I heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off that subject. I was surfing the web the other night and I ran into this very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; looking movie that I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to say something about. It's called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hottie and The Nottie&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT THE F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UCK&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?! (sorry, you have to curse for that) It stars Paris Hilton. It's about some guy who tries to get with Paris,who he fell in love with since childho&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdnassets.ordienetworks.com/images/user_photos/758180/nm_paris_hilton_070425_ms1_fullsize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 310px;" src="http://cdnassets.ordienetworks.com/images/user_photos/758180/nm_paris_hilton_070425_ms1_fullsize.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;od but he couldn't woo her because her ugly friend or something...I didn't care to read the rest of the details. Is this what we are aiming for, parents?! Come on now. Paris Hilton has blond hair and blue eyes. This other girl that's suppose to be her "less fortunate friend" has brown hair and brown eyes...with glasses. First off, what's wrong with that?? They put the girl on a one piece bathing suit and Paris on a two piece bikini. Are they trying to tell you something? All I have to do to be hot is to put on a bikini and die my hair blond?! (that probably wouldn't work for me, but dammit.) Will I watch this movie!? NO! I won't even look at the preview. What for!? So my brain cells will continue to deplete more with nonesense?! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TKcnNi8CG_A/RoHWT0tA72I/AAAAAAAAAsg/BSuwwDXSeTc/s400/sarab.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TKcnNi8CG_A/RoHWT0tA72I/AAAAAAAAAsg/BSuwwDXSeTc/s400/sarab.bmp" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;UPDATE&lt;/span&gt; I just watched the damn trailer. I think I hate it even more now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been listening to Sara Bareilles lately. The 3 songs I heard besides her hit single, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love Song&lt;/span&gt;, are actually pretty good. I'm impressed. I think I will probably have to get that album.  And also another good album is Mayer Hawthorne, which I didn't really know anything about this guy. He just seem to come out of nowhere but I was told I should listen to him. (thanks, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;nappy&lt;/span&gt;afro.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Glad I did. Good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear starbucks is making those little instant coffee packs. Ok, that's cool for those who needs some quick coffee, but for some reason, I never was able to trust coffee that desolves in the water...that's like drinking tea leaves in your water...ewwwwwwww!! The article I read about it was saying it was more popular overseas...not too much here in America. Why am I not surprised? Ugh... I don't know... I like to see how well this is going to play out. They already started making those coffee filter things. It's like a flat disc of coffee for single serving usage. Seems like a good idea, but only works in special kinds of coffee makers. Genius idea! (Why did I pick a picture with Hillary Clinton on it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.escapefromcorporate.com/wp-content/uploads/image/hillary-clinton-starbucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 667px;" src="http://blog.escapefromcorporate.com/wp-content/uploads/image/hillary-clinton-starbucks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm gonna take it into bed now.  Take care, peoples. with love.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1599896555594475584?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1599896555594475584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1599896555594475584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1599896555594475584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1599896555594475584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-what-staying-up-late-does-to-me.html' title='This is what staying up late does to me....'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TKcnNi8CG_A/RoHWT0tA72I/AAAAAAAAAsg/BSuwwDXSeTc/s72-c/sarab.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2687957044605583666</id><published>2009-08-30T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:31:57.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back and not impressed.</title><content type='html'>OK, I know it's been a while. I've gotten to the point where I post like once a month. I'm sorry. I've seem to lost touch with the internet world or just the world period. I guess now a days, I don't really know what to write a blog about. A few friends of mine who reads my blog tells me that I'm really random and I need more subjects...I guess. I thought I was doing fine. I'll work on that! :)&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing, I started on this particular blog about 2 weeks ago and here I am today, just now finishing it. Ugh. lol Anyway, What's the new? Well, I still don't have a job. It's getting really stressful. I find myself with frequent headaches and depressed. Good and bad, I'm still at school. Not to long til I graduate out into the real world and wonder, what's next? Not really looking forward to that. Of course, like a bunch of you I'm sure, watched the MTV music awards last night. It was OK, but I had a few problems with it.&lt;br /&gt;1) What in the world was Lady Gaga wearing?! She changed her outfit up every time someone got up on stage. And it wasn't a better outfit. Plus this was the first time I seen her perform live. She sung pretty good live but man, what kind of performance was that?!&lt;br /&gt;2) The BIG story is Kanye interrupting Taylor Swift's speech. Come on Kanye. Again?! Are you EVER satisfied? He's making all the stereotypes about people of color...true. I guess back to sitting in the back, right?&lt;br /&gt;3) The host! I forgot his name and really don't feel like looking all over the internet for it. He was the host last year. He's OK but he's kinda annoying. And seems to try too hard. I don't know...maybe I'm hating.&lt;br /&gt;4) Why does eminem always looks geeked up or mad all the time? It's like his face is permanently stuck that way. After he kicked the drugs, we saw his real face. Wow...seems it had an backwards effect on him. I wonder what drugs would do to my face?&lt;br /&gt;5) The Michael Jackson Tribute. It was WAY better than the one BET call themselves doing. I mean, I never heard Janet sing live before...and I kinda wish she stuck to her auto tuning lip syncing. But the performance was great! :) RIP Michael.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all my complaints. I probably missed some of it due to some technical difficulties.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It's a lazy Monday...I'm getting sleepy. I will return sooner than next month. Promise. If you're still here reading, my bad. I'll try to stop having a ton of gaps. Bad me!&lt;br /&gt;Be good to your love ones.&lt;br /&gt;til next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2687957044605583666?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2687957044605583666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2687957044605583666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2687957044605583666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2687957044605583666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-and-not-impressed.html' title='Back and not impressed.'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-7819576952740238811</id><published>2009-08-17T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:11:51.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man, I screwed up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2NLndLPBvo/ScfhCctViiI/AAAAAAAAMy8/9Ckms_jvoFY/s400/ist2_114053-memory-lane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2NLndLPBvo/ScfhCctViiI/AAAAAAAAMy8/9Ckms_jvoFY/s400/ist2_114053-memory-lane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!&lt;br /&gt;Man, has it been a long time or what?! It's not because I've falling out of love with blogging or telling you all what goes on in my life... Honestly, ya girl has been hit with...yeah you guessed it, RECESSION!!!AHHHHHH! I never thought I would see the day. I went from being a full time student with two jobs to a full time student with no job trying to figure out how to pay my light bill. I tell ya, it's seriously hard out there. Lately, I been thinking a lot about what people use to tell me before I was old enough and in college. How they use to tell me college is the best years of your life and it's nothing but no worries and parties. Well...not for me!! I think I went to one party, which sucked, some event for the residences at my dorm (it was my 19th birthday which I spent with 3 total strangers but I won a George Foreman grill) and a lot of walking around places I have no idea I was at. I went back to my hometown every weekend to see my boyfriend and bestfriends and everytime I came back, there was a hole in the wall or blood on the floor. Yea, dorm life is great. I didn't realize how much I should of just enjoyed the time I was there, roughness and all, until now. I'm glad I got to experience it but kinda wish I would of too advantage of more of the stuff around instead of locking myself in my room and only coming out if I leave or wash clothes. 2 years later after moving out of there, I went on my own and started paying bills. The economy was falling but not quite bad yet. Fast forward to now, everyone is getting laid off or fired, and nobody can get a damn job. What da hell is going on?!?! I really wish I kept some of my other jobs...but stupid me... I guess we all make mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;Am I finally out of my "young and dumb" stage?&lt;br /&gt;As of now, things could be better...a lot better....&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'll say I'm not giving up hope just yet...&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I have so much to do...so much to prove and so many places to go to look for work. So, I must go to bed because, like seriously, it's 3:07am. (Do you know where you're kids are?)&lt;br /&gt;Til next time, Junkies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-7819576952740238811?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7819576952740238811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=7819576952740238811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7819576952740238811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7819576952740238811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-i-screwed-up.html' title='Man, I screwed up'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j2NLndLPBvo/ScfhCctViiI/AAAAAAAAMy8/9Ckms_jvoFY/s72-c/ist2_114053-memory-lane.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3162727820279705232</id><published>2009-07-15T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T18:46:05.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How disappointing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://secondcitystyle.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/22/very_sexy_bra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 512px;" src="http://secondcitystyle.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/04/22/very_sexy_bra.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago I bought my first VS (Victoria's Secret) bra. I was really excited. Not that the fact I'm above legal drinking age and JUST now getting one of those highly priced brazers. (did I spell that right?) But now that I can finally see what all the "who ha" was about. I have to say, I'm not too impressed and here's why.&lt;br /&gt;I finally (after 3 years of waiting) was approved for my VS angel card! I couldn't wait to see what kind of stuff I can get with this pretty pink card that had "angel" in silver cursive writing across the front. I went to one of the big VS locations and looked around. I had just received a coupon in the mail for a free pair of cotton panties and $10 off  any bra. (not on sale of course) Well...I found that new biofit one and the one you can wear 7 different ways, which really it's 5. But hey, whatever sales the product! (the strapless way is one of the most uncomfortable ways there is!) Makes wonder why I bought the darn thing in the first place. Ugh...Anywho!&lt;br /&gt;The lady told me that most women my size LOVE this bra. So, I said I'll try it. $38 later (this is with the $10 off) I was ready for a test drive. I got to try it on in the store, which I didn't know you could do. One thing, I had to buy a size larger than what I usually wear. (I see why all the busty women hate VS) The colors it came in are pretty bland and basic. (black, white, beige...etc) Oh well. After wearing this bra at least 7 times, I realized bras are like food. Yes, Food! The more expensive the food is, the less tasty it is. Though it looks better, you're better off getting a filet-o-fish than a filet minion (spelling again) The best fitting bra I have came from Target. That goes for panties too! Save your money!&lt;br /&gt;Still love their fragrances, though. Which I buy on sale on those great semi-annual sales. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;Til next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3162727820279705232?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3162727820279705232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3162727820279705232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3162727820279705232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3162727820279705232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-disappointing.html' title='How disappointing....'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2388001541792142890</id><published>2009-06-27T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:14:59.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Michael Jackson :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080625/billie-jean-jackson_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080625/billie-jean-jackson_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is mighty late of me. But of course the world knows Michael Jackson is dead. Man, that feels funny saying. After 3 days, I'm still shocked and at disbelief. I feel terrible. It's so sudden and caught us all off guard. Mike was one of my favorite singers. Almost everything he made was a hit (back then) and he inspired almost every singer out today. He was known all over the world. He was admired by tons. Everyone wanted to be him.This guy was so talented. And so misunderstood. I felt sorry for him. And what the media did to him was terrible. Always attacking the man and so much stress on him for years. He was a very remarkable man, for some reason he wasn't happy with himself. As of most talented people, I feel, aren't. I sympathize with his family, kids and close loved ones. Fans too. I'm hurt. I cried yesterday. I didn't think he'd die so soon. Who knew?  With time, I know it'll ease away but right now, it's just shocking. Maybe he can rest in peace and have no stress on him, where ever he is.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/mj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 550px;" src="http://unrealitymag.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/mj.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Michael Joseph Jackson. We love you and you'll NEVER be forgotten. Live on.&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2388001541792142890?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2388001541792142890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2388001541792142890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2388001541792142890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2388001541792142890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='RIP Michael Jackson :('/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-4372280427674305553</id><published>2009-06-11T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:17:30.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Porn: Lindt Balls...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SjHHl503y4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Y_jCS5lsyLA/s1600-h/IMG_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SjHHl503y4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Y_jCS5lsyLA/s320/IMG_1038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346273686657158018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time again! You know what it is! It's time for another episode of Food Porn! Yeah boy!&lt;br /&gt;Today's scrumptious entry is Lindt Balls. (My favorite kind of balls)&lt;br /&gt;These delicious chocolate sweet milky balls will have you climbing the walls with excitement. I mean literally, my mouth is watering...&lt;br /&gt;And they come in so many succulent flavors. Hazelnut is my favorite! (gotta love the nuts!)&lt;br /&gt;Milk chocolate, Dark chocolate, White chocolate, Mint Dark, Orange, Raspberry, White chocolate with milk chocolate specks in it. OH GOD!! Why are you so good to me?!?!&lt;br /&gt;And their hot chocolate is the best gourmet hot chocolate I've tasted in a while! Better than going to Starbucks or Waffle House. Best thing, it's only a dollar a packet! That's right. One packet, One dollar! And all you do is heat up some milk and stir it in. Bam!! Delicious chocolatey goodness! And you can even make hot chocolate from the balls themselves! Man, I'm drippin' over her!&lt;br /&gt;And they don't stop at just plan chocolate. The inside is filled with a liquid delicious center or whatever flavor you choose. :) I remember when I first found that out. I was walking down the street with one of the balls I bought and I bit into it and chocolate spilt all over my shirt...OMG! But what a sweet experience it was. I know next time, eat it fast or throw them in the fridge!&lt;br /&gt;Next time you pass by a Lindt store or even in the Walmart checkout lanes where there's the little 3 packs of Lindt balls, Get em! You won't be disappointed!!!&lt;br /&gt;Til next (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;orgasim&lt;/span&gt;) time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4372280427674305553?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4372280427674305553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4372280427674305553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4372280427674305553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4372280427674305553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-porn-lindt-balls.html' title='Food Porn: Lindt Balls...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SjHHl503y4I/AAAAAAAAAI0/Y_jCS5lsyLA/s72-c/IMG_1038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2713491791702317136</id><published>2009-06-08T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:14:03.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My goddie &amp; lame album cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Si04ehwtvLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gGfSnV-UhZI/s1600-h/fb5aaadb0da4__1243951389000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Si04ehwtvLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gGfSnV-UhZI/s200/fb5aaadb0da4__1243951389000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344990429868571826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello folks!&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to put a recent pic up of my God Daughter (my goddie). I call her Kiwi. Ain't she cute? lol Yea...I'm becoming one of THOSE people. LOL nah nah...no I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Si04l0-2ekI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EMg6-334wX4/s1600-h/57c93a987649__1242653643000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 77px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Si04l0-2ekI/AAAAAAAAAIs/EMg6-334wX4/s200/57c93a987649__1242653643000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344990555287222850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And isn't this the LAMEST album cover you EVER seen?! Comes from my Dad's huge collection of juke joint cds...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2713491791702317136?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2713491791702317136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2713491791702317136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2713491791702317136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2713491791702317136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-goddie-lame-album-cover.html' title='My goddie &amp; lame album cover'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Si04ehwtvLI/AAAAAAAAAIk/gGfSnV-UhZI/s72-c/fb5aaadb0da4__1243951389000.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6037854133634846859</id><published>2009-06-08T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:11:08.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like it?</title><content type='html'>A while back I was trying to be funny and cute and get a tattoo. I don't have any and I was wondering what I would look like with one. It looked cool and I got use to it. But the only thing is, yes, it says Pop Tarts. lol Why Pop Tarts? It was either the words or a picture of those pop tart things or the American Flag. So...I choose Pop Tarts. Yea, I suck. BAD!! Well, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't worry, it's not real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Si04EaDizKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iPYOHmOYQT8/s1600-h/27c25fe12272__1243405037000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 77px; height: 77px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Si04EaDizKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iPYOHmOYQT8/s200/27c25fe12272__1243405037000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344989981123464354" 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/9106828134648341656-6037854133634846859?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6037854133634846859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6037854133634846859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6037854133634846859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6037854133634846859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/06/like-it.html' title='Like it?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Si04EaDizKI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iPYOHmOYQT8/s72-c/27c25fe12272__1243405037000.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-348539235036905079</id><published>2009-06-08T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T09:08:08.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone had fun last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Si03R1gcoQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DIoADhLC4KU/s1600-h/b9451769bf56__1244375892000.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Si03R1gcoQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DIoADhLC4KU/s200/b9451769bf56__1244375892000.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344989112319123714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning when I get up, I have a normal routine. I get up, look around, walk to the window and look out of it to see if it's sunny or rainy. (once when I didn't do that, I ran out the house with no coat on and it was SNOWING) Then I go to the bathroom to, you know, brush my teeth, wash my face, blah blah blah. OK! Well this particular morning, I got up and looked out the window, I saw something strange stuck in the bush in front of my porch. I was thinking to myself, "nah, it couldn't be, could it?" Well I went to put my contacts on because I am very blind. When I came back, it was exactly what I thought it was. A condom! Somebody must have a great night the night before and wasn't thinking about the disposal of it or something. I was gonna go up stairs to the guy who lives above me and ask him was it his. And if so, CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF MAN!! It was just hanging there. And it had something inside it....EWWW EWWW EWW!! On his porch above mine, there were clothes or something hanging off the balcony and I guess it was in there and fell off. That wasn't exactly the best thing to wake up to. Oh well... people are too open with their sex lives these days. Shame...lol&lt;br /&gt;Til next time&lt;br /&gt;(strap up!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-348539235036905079?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/348539235036905079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=348539235036905079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/348539235036905079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/348539235036905079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/06/someone-had-fun-last-night.html' title='Someone had fun last night'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Si03R1gcoQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/DIoADhLC4KU/s72-c/b9451769bf56__1244375892000.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-943923485125374629</id><published>2009-06-04T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T17:34:48.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what would you do?</title><content type='html'>I have a friend who's in trouble with the law. They have a warrant out for their arrest, unless they come up with enough money in time. What would you do? All your bills are due on the same day as of the money you have to pay. You have kids and (kinda) a significant other. What do you do? What's a quick way to get up some money or else go to jail for a while?? &lt;br /&gt;I'm asking for their sake. Just to help. Can you get up enough money before it's too late?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-943923485125374629?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/943923485125374629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=943923485125374629' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/943923485125374629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/943923485125374629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-would-you-do.html' title='what would you do?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3876401268909388431</id><published>2009-06-03T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:57:47.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twice in one day? yeah!</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm back. What?! Twice in one day?! This is absurd!! Nah, I been meaning to sit down and just write about crap off the top of my head for a while. Thing is, I never have time. It's always something. Lately, it's been the evil AIA taking my time. I could just throw that to the side and write anyway, but then I'd fail class and be kicked out of school and you wouldn't want that, now would you? I thought so.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure by now everyone seen the MTV movie awards. (If you haven't, what's wrong with you? And not having cable isn't an excuse anymore.) So, that part where Brono (whatever his name is) falls onto eminem's face with his butt crack exposed...funny stuff. I thought that was really messed up. (in a funny, laugh my ass off kind of way.) So after days of thinking that crap was real, I read somewhere it was staged! Why am I not surprised!?! Mostly everything on TV or internet is staged. Who does things naturally anymore!? Why do we need to? (being sarcastic here, people) So, after I was a little bummed about that...I ate a protein bar and continued being bored out my mind. I'm so sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;You notice on those days when you just don't feel like talking to anyone or being bothered, that's when EVERYONE wants to talk to you, even people you don't know. Your teacher, random people in the halls, the guy who puts boots on your car if you're illegally parked, some little child that shouldn't be at your school in the first place, etc...(not really, but you get it)&lt;br /&gt;What's the deal with shoulder pads? Why are they coming back in style?! That junk wasn't hot! Why are they acting like it looks good?! And another thing, ( I don't feel like arguing) but those stupid onesy suits that Lady Gaga and Beyonce and others be trying to rock now, NOT HOT. ok. That crap is annoying. It was cool at first. Kinda cute, I guess. But now it's just plan annoying. Everyone does it, even the trannies. Yes, them too! Speaking of trannies, I miss living downtown. I saw them everyday! lol&lt;br /&gt;My cat needs a playmate. He always getting into something and messing things up. So, when I get a chance, I'm going to get him another little friend. Hopefully a girl. I want to name her Picah. If you have any objections, I really don't give a f***.&lt;br /&gt;My brother been tripping out a lot at work lately. It's kinda funny. He told me today they had some fire alarm go off and told them to stay in their seats while it was going off. He said "hell no" and ran outside. Why?! Why would you do that?! lol You don't wanna risk losing your job. Not in this hell-hole of an economy. Ughhh....&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was watching Bizzare Foods and Mr.Andrew was eating something that look like slop. You know when you were a little kid and you didn't quite eat all of your food, so you mixed everything and some all together and made a weird looking....gross slop? Yea, that's what that look like. And he drunk some snot looking egg nog stuff...which he really didn't drink it. That was funny. It's hard to fake like you like something in someone face so you don't hurt their feelings.  I know...'cause I tried.&lt;br /&gt;There was this girl in an empty classroom I was using at the time and she just started talking to me out the blue. She was nice and all, seemed kinda young. (younger than the average college student age) She was drawing something and I looked at it. She asked me what did I think. I told her it looked really good and she had something there. Well, truth is...I lied. I usually don't like to lie to people, especially if they didn't deserve it. But what the heck was I gonna do? I couldn't say, "man, that shit suck". That would of hurt her feelings. Ok, let's back it up. It wasn't THAT bad. It just wasn't that good. Like, she draws better than an 8th grader and most adults with no drawing abilities but not great to get the lead job in character design at Disney. I'm not the best now, so don't think I'm blowing my on horn. She really believed me. Maybe if I ran into her again, I'd give her a fair critique. The coloring was good, though.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'll end this weird one where it is. Like it is.&lt;br /&gt;Til next timez....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3876401268909388431?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3876401268909388431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3876401268909388431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3876401268909388431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3876401268909388431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/06/twice-in-one-day-yeah.html' title='twice in one day? yeah!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-7509297849038088527</id><published>2009-06-03T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:23:44.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>made it 4 years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Sia_nvoT91I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-E9JRYTJy9A/s1600-h/love3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Sia_nvoT91I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-E9JRYTJy9A/s200/love3.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343168697443022674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Yea, it's me again. (yay!) Today is Wednesday but not just any normal Wednesday! It's me and my boyfriend's 4th year Anniversary! Yes, this means we have been together for 4 years. Wow, the time does fly by. lol Unfortunately, he has work and I have school...all day. ugh. Oh well, that's not going to stop me from smiling!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe he'll read this or not, but I just want to say;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy and truly lucky to have such a great and wonderful man in my life. With all the crap that goes on in this world, it's nice to have someone who is truly yours. Someone sweet, understanding, dependable, honest, loyal, humble, cute, sexy, delicious (lol) and lovable. I couldn't have asked for a better guy. I know I don't tell you that enough, but you're a really good guy. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, off the mushy stuff before someone calls me out, like usual. lol&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to eat something and return to my usual routine of school and being bored out of my mind. ugh...yea, that's life for ya. Stick in there til you get it done! (or close to it.)&lt;br /&gt;Til next time, peoples....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-7509297849038088527?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7509297849038088527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=7509297849038088527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7509297849038088527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7509297849038088527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/06/made-it-4-years.html' title='made it 4 years!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Sia_nvoT91I/AAAAAAAAAIM/-E9JRYTJy9A/s72-c/love3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-7589998984788048120</id><published>2009-05-23T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T07:12:19.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation night: Failed.</title><content type='html'>Ok, remember I said I was going to a graduation? I went. It went by so quick and it was ok I guess...I mean most graduations are boring til you see the person you came for walk across the stage. Anyway, the first time EVER that I've seen this at a graduation, someone got into a big fight! WHAT DA F***?! How are you going to fight at a graduation?! You are not only looking dumb but you're ruining other people's special night. Thanks a lot, assholes. Jeez. And nobody knows what they were even fighting about. It was like 2 grown women and 4 other young girls. Wow. So, there was the usual weave on the ground afterwards. Police and screaming people. So sad. I guess on a good note, most of everyone I knew didn't see the fight. Only the people on the inside of the building saw it. So sad...Shaking my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-7589998984788048120?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7589998984788048120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=7589998984788048120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7589998984788048120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7589998984788048120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation-night-failed.html' title='Graduation night: Failed.'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1751715502781256185</id><published>2009-05-22T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T08:23:29.561-07:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation day! (for the young'ns)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://iss.schoolwires.com/westhigh/lib/westhigh/graduation-cap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 630px; height: 496px;" src="http://iss.schoolwires.com/westhigh/lib/westhigh/graduation-cap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm getting ready to go to one of my BF's graduation. I'm so proud of her! It was actually 4 graduations I was suppose to appear to this week, but I had to miss one because of school. Ugh...who goes to school from 6 to 10pm anyway?!! I will be making 3 of them because they are all at the same place. Isn't that something? lol But at least I'm going to be there! :) My mom and dad went to the one I couldn't go to. They said it was really nice and my friend looked really pretty. :) (sorry I couldn't make it, red.)&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway today I will be getting ready for my hour long drive to see my friends and some of my family. But in the meantime I have to do something with my hair! It sucks so bad!!!&lt;br /&gt;I think it's going to rain. And my cat is so bad...he eats all the time and he messes up everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now random question of the day.... Cicly Tyson or Ester Roll...Who rocked it better?&lt;br /&gt;Til next time...I gotta get ready to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1751715502781256185?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1751715502781256185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1751715502781256185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1751715502781256185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1751715502781256185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation-day-for-youngns.html' title='graduation day! (for the young&apos;ns)'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3206252280686324191</id><published>2009-05-20T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T07:09:07.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love art.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/art-color.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 360px;" src="http://school.discoveryeducation.com/clipart/images/art-color.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a TON of reasons why I love art. Art is a form of communication to everyone all over the world. You don't need to speak every language to interpret art. Art is a beautiful form of expression. Everyone has art. Everyone like art. Art is wonderful. I love art.&lt;br /&gt;When I see beautiful artwork, it makes me remember why I came to this dump (aia).&lt;br /&gt;My mother always inspired me from day one, when I discovered I had an artistic ability. She didn't let me lose it. She pushed me to keep doing what I loved. She didn't have much but she would always let me draw on the back of her old work documents or scrap paper she found. Thanks mom.&lt;br /&gt;A man that I have known since I was 14 and is as close and dear to me as ever is one of my biggest inspirations. He makes me believe that I am good. Not just good enough. He's an artist himself, so I can take his word for it. He inspires me when I see him do a good piece from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;A good friend of mines who I met when I first moved here is a very great artist. He use to be alone a lot but hung with me and my roomie and friends occasionally. He wants to be an illustrator. I always admired his artwork. I never see him because he's always on the go but I do see his work from time to time. It gets me inspired.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just really good movies or book covers or things I see around makes me inspired. Not particularly a person. But whatever the art form is, whether it's music, drawing, painting, modeling, designing hair style or clothes, cooking or whatever, art is art. Art is beautiful and original.&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love art.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3206252280686324191?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3206252280686324191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3206252280686324191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3206252280686324191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3206252280686324191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-i-love-art.html' title='Why I love art.'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-152861039336930711</id><published>2009-05-19T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:59:57.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rainy days</title><content type='html'>On a raining gray &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt;, I sit reading a Marie Claire magazine and eating left over lasagna that I cooked an previous day and wishing I didn't have to work.&lt;br /&gt;That's how most of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;saturdays&lt;/span&gt; or weekends are. I would much rather be eating a hot fudge sundae doodling in my sketch book or curled up eating strawberry sorbet watching a movie with my boo. But that's life. Ever since I been working and out of my parents' house, I never had a Saturday off. Or Friday, nor Sunday. I guess that's life. No complains here....just saying.&lt;br /&gt;I have a great friend who's really close to me and my family. I know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; she doesn't know and well, because she doesn't know this, it's hurt her so bad. She' mad at the wrong person. What do I do? I mean, it's non of my business to get involved but when someone you see is hurt by it, do you sit back and watch? And I just know that if she found out the truth, she'll be mad at  me for not saying anything because we are "better" than that. :( Oh well...I'll figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;School is boring and depressing.&lt;br /&gt;Work...I don't even wanna talk about.&lt;br /&gt;And life....well, I'm here! I'm glad I still have my family and loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I'll end this one...&lt;br /&gt;Til next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-152861039336930711?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/152861039336930711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=152861039336930711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/152861039336930711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/152861039336930711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/05/rainy-days.html' title='rainy days'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6513769357730388678</id><published>2009-05-15T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:34:09.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My timely rants/news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://starbucksgossip.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/18/1986205470_orig.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 512px;" src="http://starbucksgossip.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/03/18/1986205470_orig.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, it's getting hot outside and I don't have a thing to wear. I still got sweaters but what fun is that?! People already look at me like I'm crazy. I don't need more of that! Gosh! lol&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting sick of my job. The customers ("guest") are a pain in the a**. There are more things that bother me but of course, since my face is all over this blog, there wouldn't be no denying I wrote it. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a way to get up some extra money while I plan my escape! lol nah...but for real, I do need money! Anyone wanna donate to the "J.I for an I" fund. Yea..I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to get better with that dumb 3D program, Maya. It's so hard...I hate it. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't notice, I'm still at AiA. I hate that place too. Look at me, all this hate in the air. I'm usually against it. lol&lt;br /&gt;Man, that show True Blood is returning to HBO soon. I'm excited. I have something to look forward to watching on TV again. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on my portfolio(not the modeling one) but my art one. One that shows my talent. I had a problem with that in the past. Everytime someone wanted to see my art work, I couldn't show them because I never had my "best" with me or at all...that's gonna change! Any suggestions!!??&lt;br /&gt;I decided the other day I gotta put my cat on a diet. He's getting way way WAY too fat...so sad. I guess that's my fault. Kinda fed him too much. ugh&lt;br /&gt;You notice when you quit a job and it was kinda on bad terms, when you come back to that place, it's always that weird awkwardness!? (You know, like running into an Ex of yours.) They always ask you things like "Soooo, how's the new job?" or "You still got that other job?" or "what are you doing with yourself now-a-days?"&lt;br /&gt;A lot of times, I find myself asking myself Do I speak another language. This is because when I'm at work, people either don't understand what I'm saying or ask me "what?" over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Example: Guy walks in an orders something. I ask "what size?" He says his order again. I say "what size?" He gets loud with me and says his order again. I say "what SIZE??" and he says his order again, but this time slamming his hand down on the counter. Then his girlfriend says "she said what size." Then he says "oh. Small. " Like NOTHING didn't happen. WHAT DA HELL!? ugh... I need to learn spanish or japensse so at least if I'm speaking something else, they have a reason to ask me over and over, "what did I say?"&lt;br /&gt;Ok, gotta get to work again...&lt;br /&gt;Til next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-6513769357730388678?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6513769357730388678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6513769357730388678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6513769357730388678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6513769357730388678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-timely-rantsnews.html' title='My timely rants/news'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-5562489004930133990</id><published>2009-05-15T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:15:08.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame it on the e-e-e-e-economy</title><content type='html'>Of course most of you should know who Jamie Foxx is...right? And I hope you've heard "blame it on the alcohol". Well someone made a spoof of it called "Blame it on the Economy". FUNNY AS HELL!!! I love it! It's so cute and on top of that, they got people who look like who they were trying to be! 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But then again, where would ya'll be without me!? :) Yea...I put a smile on your face!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things are still kinda crazy but at least I'm still alive, eh? I had a great mother's day!! I went to see my mom and hang with her. I made a video dedicated to her and gave her a pic of me and my brothers for her...and two dozen roses. Other gifts she got was a necklace, a lot of cards, flowers, perfume, a movie and of course, just seeing us! On my way home on that DARK highway, my car ran hot and I ended up having to catch a ride with my boyfriend. It was 2:30AM and I had to go to school in the morning. I was so tired. I was upset, too. What am I going to do!? I could try to share the car or catch the bus/train or buy a scooter that I really wanted!! (huge smile on option #3) Ok, so if you didn't already know, I LOVE those scooters that are out right now.  I mean, they always were around but they gotten cool again or something. I test drove it and I had a great time! It was so fun and easy to ride. It's like riding a bike without paddling and going extra fast (like I like it!) Ok ok, off that....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SgrNxE17ghI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5odhVVBi5-E/s1600-h/mk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SgrNxE17ghI/AAAAAAAAAIE/5odhVVBi5-E/s200/mk2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335302951570997778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the week, I was at Starbucks getting my usual (soy toffee nut white mocha with no whip) and some lady walked up to me and ask could she give me her card. I'm like, "ok, why not". Then I noticed it was pink. WTF?! Yea, you should know where I'm going with this. I didn't even read the thing because I already knew what it was. She was trying to get me to join the mary kay cult! AHHHH! not again! If you read my previous post about the Mary Kay cult, this would be part two. Sad thing is that it wasn't even the same lady. They didn't know eachother, they were just trying to get people to join their team. Ok, that's all fine and dandy or whatever but if EVERYONE joins your team, then there wouldn't be no one to buy your product or have on your team. And it seems all glamourus but you really have to be a hustler to actually get those "$8,000" checks. That's what I think. Who knows...&lt;br /&gt;There are a LOT of events that are coming up this month. Two of my closest best friends are graduating from High School and I'm SOOOO proud! The thing is, trying to get there. Now with my car messed up, that's going to make it extra changelling. :( But, we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I'm in class...so I guess I better get to it.&lt;br /&gt;Til Next Time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4680883924899987464?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4680883924899987464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4680883924899987464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4680883924899987464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4680883924899987464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/05/wow-if-i-dont-stop-not-posting-i-might.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SgrNr-mJ01I/AAAAAAAAAH8/PIezTzr7tzg/s72-c/why.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1500119395138521262</id><published>2009-05-06T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T07:19:27.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a breather...</title><content type='html'>Aww man! It's the 6th of the month and I haven't made a post?! What's wrong with me? I know ya'll miss the randomness. My bad. Been extremely busy and tired. I need a new job, by the way. It's sad that I don't have much spare time anymore. Like I'm in class as we speak typing this. Don't worry, we're on break. Midterms today! ugh....I need to figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;So breifely what's been up,&lt;br /&gt;I went to the movies to see X-men Origins: Wolveraine. (GREAT movie by the way)&lt;br /&gt;Help my brother moved and was an hour and half late to work. All this because I wanted Sunday off for mother's day. (I'm the only person at my job who doesn't see their mom) It's been raining like everyday in GA for the past week or so...whoa. And terrible storm is heading this way! Not good. And now, I have to go back  to class. I'll finish and do a better post. Promise.&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1500119395138521262?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1500119395138521262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1500119395138521262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1500119395138521262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1500119395138521262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/05/breather.html' title='a breather...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1737692973252298319</id><published>2009-04-30T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:35:23.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Sfo1s9Hr6FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/J_P2eASbYG4/s1600-h/.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Sfo1s9Hr6FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/J_P2eASbYG4/s200/.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330632155383720018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Word of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's randomness:&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone remember that movie "Thinner"? What a movie...who actually thought that was scary?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1737692973252298319?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1737692973252298319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1737692973252298319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1737692973252298319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1737692973252298319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/04/what.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Sfo1s9Hr6FI/AAAAAAAAAH0/J_P2eASbYG4/s72-c/.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3243027413978433081</id><published>2009-04-20T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:30:16.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mary Kay Cult</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Se8p1SBnxGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EBlanzyNaQk/s1600-h/mary+kay+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Se8p1SBnxGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EBlanzyNaQk/s200/mary+kay+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327522879551030370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow wow wow...once again, it's been a min since I really wrote. I'm sorry. Just haven't had a lot of time...or made the time at least. Shame on me. It's for good reasons though. You know the usual, school and work and maintaining life in general. How are you feeling? I'm decent. There's always room for improvement...as I usually say. Well, let's see. Where can I go with this?&lt;br /&gt;I had an interesting week. Earlier last week, I was "invited" to an special event to get a free makeover or something. Turned out it was about them trying to get us to sale Mary Kay products. They really get you hype and what not. Only problem I had was, I'm a terrible salesman. And I'm not just downing myself. For some reason, every job I've gotten (except two) was in retail...saling things. And it NEVER worked for me. But I needed money, so I stayed.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this lady showed us how to apply a simple natural look (lip gloss, lotion and stuff) and how good the product feels on your skin. That was about 30 mins. I was heading home thinking I was dropping by and ended up staying there for 3 hours. I was really reluctant and ready to go. There was a girl sitting next to me and she was very excited about getting into the business. You know the whole deal, after all, Mary Kay has been around since your grandmother was young. They told us about how your first check is $8,000 dollars and driving pink cadallics and what not. Nice...if you can do it. They said it sounds like a pyramid scheme but it's not. It's totally legal. I guess...I mean, I'm still not to high about jumping on the bandwagon. I'll wait for the bus. Well, to end all that, I came home to a "I told you so" and a kiss on the forehead. (previously my bf told me that this Mary kay sales lady was going to try to get me to join. SOOOO!)&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'm cut out for it so I don't think I'm going to do it. But if I had to....really had to and really needed money....&lt;br /&gt;I'll be a bartender.&lt;br /&gt;Til Next Time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3243027413978433081?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3243027413978433081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3243027413978433081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3243027413978433081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3243027413978433081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/04/mary-kay-cult.html' title='The Mary Kay Cult'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/Se8p1SBnxGI/AAAAAAAAAHs/EBlanzyNaQk/s72-c/mary+kay+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6790938927917556167</id><published>2009-04-12T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:08:17.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't pay $7 for nothing (revised)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.comedy-writer.com/comedy_writer_title.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.comedy-writer.com/comedy_writer_title.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I tell ya. I been having some of the most Drama-filled days at work lately.(Decided not to go into that, thanks a lot King Jerm) Well anyway,&lt;br /&gt;After another stressful day at work (it shouldn't be that way) I came home to my bookie :) and he saw I was stressed. Well, he looked up a local comedy show and well, we went. Now, I was hoping this was going to be good...you know, at least funny enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I was so wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;We find the place and it looks like a abandoned building. (strike one) Then there was no sign to tell you what this place was. Just the street number. (that one is included in the strike one) We were about to go back home til we pulled around back and saw people standing at the door. [yes! this is the place!] We get out. We walk to the door. As we approached, we notice those people standing there wasn't in line. No, they were just chillin. Ok...cool. I guess. Well, the thing said it's $7. So we're looking for someone to pay. Nobody wanted to take out money. [odd] We asked some guy was this the place and what not. He said it's down stairs. We went down stairs. As we went down, there was this music playing really loud. [sound like metallica- and it was] I ran into a lady and asked her what was going on. She said the show was going to start soon and that it was a weird night. [tu' che]-I guess that's how you spell it. We sat down and looked at the stage. It appeared to be a guy playing the guitar and very well might I add. Then my man pointed out a very important detail.- this dude was playing guitar hero. (smh) He was doing really REALLY good...but wouldn't it have been more amazing if he was doing the same thing on a real guitar? I don't know....not hating! So anyway, dude got through the song and I guess he was feeling it...REALLY feeling it. He broke his guitar on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;After it wouldn't break on the ground, he tried the wall. It worked. Then he screamed and jumped off stage. [bravo...bravo] So now it was time for the comedy! Unfortunately, we came on a night where it was some dude's birthday and apparently everyone in the room knew this guy but us, so they did a roast on him. DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FORCE YOURSELF TO LAUGH?!?!?!?! Oh my gosh!!! WHAT DA HELL!?! I didn't get any of the jokes, except for the gay ones, but how many times are we going to do that one. And you know what? The funniest person was the guy sitting behind me laughing at everything because he had the most f***'d up laugh ever...and it also sound like he was forcing himself to laugh. NOT A GOOD LOOK, PEOPLE!!! And the guy they were roasting, he was drunk by the time he had his turn to go up there and joke. wow....so he said the same thing over and over and OVER again. wow. Now, these seem like some really great people and all...I just didn't understand. It should of been more....people friendly. [For those who don't know you.] I did have a good time after the show...I went to Waffle House. After the show, there were these break danceing kids. They were really good. I enjoyed that. I would of just paid to see that. But as soon as they were done, we dipped. No more comedy for me! Maybe I can catch them when they are doing regular stuff. First impressions are lasting ones, dudes. Remember that.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I'm going to look back at this and...find those guys for ruining the rest of my saturday night!!&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-6790938927917556167?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6790938927917556167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6790938927917556167' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6790938927917556167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6790938927917556167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-didnt-pay-7-for-nothing.html' title='I didn&apos;t pay $7 for nothing (revised)'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-4071784297775631518</id><published>2009-04-07T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T22:21:42.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Size does matter!</title><content type='html'>I've been working in retail for a (on and off) 3 years now. Man, I hate it. That's another reason why I'm still in school. One day this will all pay off...soon. I hope. lol.&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that I hate about retail is the BS you have to put up with from not so smart people. You don't get paid enough to take the junk you do take...and you have to work harder than someone who makes 6 figures. Wow. Isn't that backwards?!&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I find very annoying is when someone orders something to drink...let's say a mocha. And they been there before a million times so they know what's in it. They take 15 minutes to figure out they want a mocha. Then the thing they forget to say is, what size. Size does matter, people. It is the difference between you paying almost $6 for a large of $3.97 for a small and if you can drink it all. Why would you forget the size?! And don't think the people behind the counter doesn't think nothing of it....they are very VERY annoyed. By the way, don't piss off anyone who handles your food. It just isn't safe. So next time you walk into a restaurant and specifically order something, don't forget that small little detail....SIZE!! :)&lt;br /&gt;Also....if your somewhere and there's a lot of people in front of you and it takes a minute to get to you, please know what you want by the time they get to you. That ALSO does not make any sense to wait that long in line and then try to decide what you want when your turn is finally up.&lt;br /&gt;Just had to get that off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;Til next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4071784297775631518?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4071784297775631518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4071784297775631518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4071784297775631518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4071784297775631518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/04/size-does-matter.html' title='Size does matter!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2744167825792517560</id><published>2009-04-02T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:38:58.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Porn: Strippin' Strawberry Sorbet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a3.vox.com/6a00c2252887de8e1d00d41427df0b6a47-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 500px;" src="http://a3.vox.com/6a00c2252887de8e1d00d41427df0b6a47-500pi" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I finished the last bit of my pint of Strawberry Sorbet, it's been on my mind. I should of gotten my lazy butt up and went to the store and bought some more. But...instead, I just sit here and fantasize about it. LOL Today's food porn is....Strawberry Sorbet!&lt;br /&gt;You ever ate the stuff? It is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOo good. I mean so So so so so good! It's soft and smooth and has chunks of real strawberries in it. Who wouldn't flip out on that?! (if you like food) I'm taking about &lt;em&gt;Hagan Daze brand. Not that other stuff. Uggh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For some reason, I'm writing in italics now...ugh. I can't seem to get it off. Yes, I tried pressing the button!! Dammit! OH well. Ok, so to end that, if you ain't tried it, I recommend you go out to your local grocery store and get some Strawberry Sorbet. They also come in Mango, lemon, peach and something else random I can't think of right now. :) Til next time, my food porn stars! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2744167825792517560?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2744167825792517560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2744167825792517560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2744167825792517560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2744167825792517560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/04/food-porn-strippin-strawberry-sorbet.html' title='Food Porn: Strippin&apos; Strawberry Sorbet!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2843735276164590354</id><published>2009-03-28T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T07:17:55.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loud people urk me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/21/Speaker_Icon.svg/500px-Speaker_Icon.svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/2/21/Speaker_Icon.svg/500px-Speaker_Icon.svg.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, here's another one of my pet peeve pieces. Today's happen to be one that happened a few days ago.&lt;br /&gt;So the last day of school came and went and I'm on Spring Break. So far, a very rainy spring break. ugh. And my last day in my web design class, there was a girl who had received a phone call. Now, you think she would just take the call outside the classroom or something...you know, common curiosity (?) or whatever. Well, NO! She wants to be different! She wants to take the call right then and there in our quite classroom where people are working and take the damn call. And it wasn't just a quick "hey, I'm in class, call you later". NO, it was a long conversation about what?! I don't know! She spoke in spanish the whole time. She's Jamaican!! Then she was loud with it! And her voice sound like she had a bad cold or something. I was this close to walking out the room...that's just rude. And after her 30 minute convo, she didn't even apologize to the people she disturbed. That's some BS. But you know what, I'm glad she did it. Gave me something to talk about. lol&lt;br /&gt;So next time you're in a public place and it's quite because people are, I don't know, working! Keep in mind, you should be considerate and just step out the room.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2843735276164590354?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2843735276164590354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2843735276164590354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2843735276164590354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2843735276164590354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/03/loud-people-urk-me.html' title='Loud people urk me.'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3672241572550970692</id><published>2009-03-21T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:18:04.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're turning me off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tashhunc.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/keri.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 450px;" src="http://tashhunc.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/keri.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while now, I knew about Keri &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hilson&lt;/span&gt;. Wasn't til earlier this year that I really started hearing about her. She's a talented writer, an interesting singer and (I guess) her style is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. But why hasn't she made it big yet? I mean, isn't she really catching on? She seems to be doing everything right, right? Wrong! And that's my post is about today. Why Keri &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hilson&lt;/span&gt; haven't blew up yet-My version.&lt;br /&gt;1)Her voice isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commercial&lt;/span&gt; enough. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;commerical&lt;/span&gt;...maybe a little too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;commerical&lt;/span&gt; but there's just something about the way she sings that hasn't quite picked up with the in-crowd.&lt;br /&gt;2)Her style. You ever seen her album cover? (what's that you say? you didn't know she had one out? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn, damn, DAMN!!&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;florida&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;GoodTimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) Anyway, about that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;album&lt;/span&gt;. Well, first of all, what is she doing?! She's sitting in the middle of an ocean? puddle perhaps? I don't know. She's sitting in her grandmother's living room arm chair. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... There's a odd color sunset behind her. Her hair is...well, the way she usually rocks it. And those clothes! Ugh...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;leopard&lt;/span&gt; skin print tights under some kind of tunic shirt/dress thing. And the whole color of the album period...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;disaster&lt;/span&gt;. Way too much is going on in that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;album&lt;/span&gt; cover...*Shaking my head in slow motion*&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least....*drum roll*&lt;br /&gt;3) she's Keri &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Hilson&lt;/span&gt;. There's nothing wrong with her. She actually does have talent but you notice that all these behind the scenes people are jumping out of the woodwork? Everyone is trying to make an album. Be the next, I don't know, Ne-yo. All these song writers are good writers and I'm sure they can sing their butt off because after all, when you write a song for someone in a pacific way you want it to go, you have to sing it to them. BUT, that does not mean you should take your career on the road which you probably make more money writing than you do trying to be an entertainer. That' s just my opinion though.&lt;br /&gt;Now, before anyone gets all offended and defensive...I have no problem with her. She's cool. She's talented. I think she should just stop with the solo thing...that's all. Keep writing and appearing in videos.&lt;br /&gt;Til Next Time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3672241572550970692?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3672241572550970692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3672241572550970692' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3672241572550970692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3672241572550970692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/03/youre-turning-me-off.html' title='You&apos;re turning me off...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2973212348137848536</id><published>2009-03-20T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T12:46:25.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad choices, careless thinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lifelounge.com/resources/IMGDETAIL/Cell-clutch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.lifelounge.com/resources/IMGDETAIL/Cell-clutch.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever have those days when things are going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, not great just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, and then something happens and it just get so much worst!? Yea, me too.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can say this all started yesterday. My day was actually pretty good. I got a free drink at Starbucks just because I took the time to talk to lady that was working. She was nice. :) Then I got some free chocolate from one of my favorite chocolate stores...just cause. In return, I brought her a smoothie. I went to work, it was kinda busy but cool. The day went by fast which was good for me because I didn't wanna be there. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; I talk to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bff&lt;/span&gt; on the phone for a minute until we were disconnected. Then I headed to one of my co-worker's house. She was cooking dinner (which was actually some food she promised me) and ended up inviting some more people over for the food,too. We talk for a while (while Family Matters was on in the background, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;) and she finished cooking. Finally, the people she invited came over. We talked, played some random game "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;brutle&lt;/span&gt; honesty" since we didn't have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Uno&lt;/span&gt; cards. Now, I was happy I wasn't a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;klutz&lt;/span&gt; all day...until just when I was leaving, I spilled a full cup of juice. Not only it got on the table, it got on the floor and my very expensive phone that I didn't even have for a year yet. *sigh* Always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fubu&lt;/span&gt;, right? I ended up getting home very late and had people worried and mad. Stupid me, didn't call and a lot of this could of been easily avoided...or at least just took the food and ran. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt;... So, the next day (which is today) I didn't exactly get up on time for work. My phone was also my alarm clock. I had my back up old fashion one with the bells... it woke me up too early. I'm tired as crap right now. I got to work an hour and a half late. My manager was giving me a hard time, too. I don't care though. After work, I went to T-Mobile to get another phone. I had to call the insurance company which lucky I had. :) Then they gave me this terrible old school bootleg loaner phone to borrow until I get my new one in the mail. This thing suck! It's in black and white, the buttons are hard to push, the applications suck and ring tones...ugh...don't get my started. And now I'm at school trying to figure out this 3D program for the um-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;teenth&lt;/span&gt; time...*sigh* Could of been worst, right?&lt;br /&gt;Til next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2973212348137848536?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2973212348137848536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2973212348137848536' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2973212348137848536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2973212348137848536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-choices-careless-thinking.html' title='Bad choices, careless thinking'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6440245148554320082</id><published>2009-03-19T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T10:06:48.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random iz what they call me!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adiumxtras.com/images/pictures/chuck_norris_random_fact_generator_6_3957_2224_image_2578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.adiumxtras.com/images/pictures/chuck_norris_random_fact_generator_6_3957_2224_image_2578.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a really good friend on the phone the other night and she was telling me that she reads my blogs. I was like, "thanks! that's great! I'm glad someone does!" She told me that after reading my blogs, I am very random. lol. I guess there's nothing wrong with that. After all, I am, kinda.&lt;br /&gt;So, every so once in a while when people actually wanna comment on my post, I get those angry people who curse me out because my views are different from theirs. Isn't the whole point of blogging is stating your opinion? Who says you gotta agree with them? damn. for an example. I mentioned in the Keyshia Cole post that I always get people cursing me out about that lady just because I don't think she's God's greatest gift to R&amp;amp;B. I'm sorry I don't feel that way. News flash: Everybody isn't going to like what you like. But for sure, someone was sending me an very angry message about how jealous I am of Keyshia Cole and all the things that didn't have anything to do with what I was saying in the post. Hmm... ok. And then I get some angry rapper mad because I told my experience at West End mall. Honestly, I don't think anyone in the right mind would like that place. For real. I mean, even Ryan Cameron (V-103) said he wouldn't date a girl who shopped at West End for a date. Come on now. It's not just me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to stop saying my opinion on things, because why? Who am I trying to please? If you don't like it, don't read it. I don't read, watch or entertain things I don't like. Why? Why waste your time? And for those who know me personally know I don't mean any harm on this stuff. I'm just talking/bloggin...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go to school.&lt;br /&gt;Til Next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-6440245148554320082?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6440245148554320082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6440245148554320082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6440245148554320082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6440245148554320082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-iz-what-they-call-me.html' title='Random iz what they call me!?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-7680634698968705019</id><published>2009-03-17T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:54:13.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Porn: Chocolate Fondue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.talk-food.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/image_1426526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://www.talk-food.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/image_1426526.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey...it's that time again. I know it's been a while.&lt;br /&gt;Another tasty edition of (yes, that's right) Food Porn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's delicious post is...Chocolate Fondue. Yes, dark chocolate fondue from the Melting Pot.&lt;br /&gt;It can be milk chocolate, dark chocolate, or white chocolate...how about that yin yang?&lt;br /&gt;Dark cherry chocolate or a banana foster. :) Yummm! Are you into flambeed fondue in front of you? If so, you'll love that silky white chocolate swirled with disaronna amaretto which is flambeed right at your table. Talking about flaming hot entertainment! (Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Rather have pecans and caramel in your chocolate? Try the flaming turtle! Also flambeed! Whichever one you choose, you know it's going to be a winner! :)&lt;br /&gt;Get you some fondue and let the chocolate turn you out! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-7680634698968705019?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7680634698968705019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=7680634698968705019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7680634698968705019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7680634698968705019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/03/food-porn-chocolate-fondue.html' title='Food Porn: Chocolate Fondue'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1342204818248245245</id><published>2009-03-16T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:04:10.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adele gots my vote!</title><content type='html'>I been listening to Adele's album and I'm like, "wow, that girl can sing!" I love her album. It's a breathe of fresh air for once. And I watched that "chasing pavements" video. Classic. It's really artistic. I loved that, too. Those people dancing on the ground...very creative. I just had to comment on that.&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1342204818248245245?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1342204818248245245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1342204818248245245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1342204818248245245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1342204818248245245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/03/adele-gots-my-vote.html' title='Adele gots my vote!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1585406699893387780</id><published>2009-03-13T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T16:46:59.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>elevators</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whatfatpeopledontlike.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/elevator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 800px;" src="http://whatfatpeopledontlike.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/elevator.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's so dang annoying to me!? When you're in a building and someone who has nothing in their hands or if they do, it's just a notebook and they take the elevator to the 2nd floor. What the f*** is up with that?! I mean, why can't you just take the stairs? I just don't get what walking up a few steps is going to do to you instead of getting on an elevator, waiting about 30 seconds and walking out. Oh well...maybe I'm tripping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1585406699893387780?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1585406699893387780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1585406699893387780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1585406699893387780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1585406699893387780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/03/elevators.html' title='elevators'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-5676088032748291545</id><published>2009-03-11T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:50:11.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to West End mall &amp; all I got was this damn weave?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theteeparty.com/designs/400/ghetto_lisa_img1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.theteeparty.com/designs/400/ghetto_lisa_img1.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so yesterday was my only day off of the week. (I work everyday) So, I decided to go on a little exploring adventure with my boyfriend. We went to the most ghetto-est mall EVER!!! It's called West End. (Atl.GA.) That place is so ghetto!! I kept hearing all the stories and myths about how that mall is. First of all, it's more like a plaza than a mall. Just one floor of so called stores. When you first walk in, there's people arguing outside in the front. Busted cars or cars done up with rims and loud music. Kids all over the place. There was NO air conditioning inside of that mall. NONE! It was hotter in there than it was outside...not to mention it was cooler on the train than it was in that mall. So sad.... The only stores they had was a few shoe stores, a music store, resturants like ricky's ny style pizza and jaquan's chiness express. (made up names) There was a store in there that was basically like a cross between the dollar store and big lots. A store that does nothing but weave. SMH. Jewelry store/those stands that sit in the middle of the mall. Oh, and get this, there was a store where strippers buy their gear. WTF?!?! What's really good?! I mean, it's funny because I was talking to my BF about where do you buy clear heels. Then next thing I know, I see a bunch of them in display in front of the store window...along with some other things...ugh. I guess on the bright side, they did have a Rainbow store. Man, who am I kiddin'? That was the WORST mall I ever went to in my life!!! I'd rather buy my clothes off the side of the road in the middle of nowhere of a truck from an old southern farmer named Hank.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got that out of my system. I'm not going there again. Next time, I'll just believe the roomers. Til next time~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-5676088032748291545?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5676088032748291545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=5676088032748291545' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5676088032748291545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5676088032748291545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-to-west-end-mall-all-i-got-was.html' title='I went to West End mall &amp; all I got was this damn weave?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-751831853170517279</id><published>2009-03-01T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:59:03.034-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did that come from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.twincitiesdailyphoto.com/2008/fluffy_snow_day-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://www.twincitiesdailyphoto.com/2008/fluffy_snow_day-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a deep sleep. I was woken by my huge orange cat. He was staring at me for the same reason every morning he wakes me so dang early. He was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;It was very cold in the house this morning. I thought the heat was on. I heard rain. So, I thought it was rain. Duh! After my boyfriend left, I got up about 2 hours later so I could go to work. I got ready to go, I opened the door and WHAT THE HELL?!&lt;br /&gt;Snow...it was frickin' snow everywhere. On the first of March. Odd weather. I wasn't prepared for this. I was hoping they would cancel work. No, they didn't. I should of known since the first interview with that job was on a snowy day like today. It was so pretty and nice and fluffy. I wish I was off to play in it but I could only look out the window at it. It was continuously falling. Beautiful. We don't get snow very often here, so it was very nice. :) All in all, it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-751831853170517279?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/751831853170517279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=751831853170517279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/751831853170517279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/751831853170517279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-did-that-come-from.html' title='Where did that come from?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2778242670293017772</id><published>2009-03-01T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:52:46.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A love story between a Paraplegic &amp; a monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/amg/videos/drv100/v120/v12002abghs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 222px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/img/amg/videos/drv100/v120/v12002abghs.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what movie sucks REALLY bad?&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Shines.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the old one. Why do I say this? Well... I never actually seen that horrible movie til last night and man, did I regret it! I remember back in the days at the age of 8 going to Blockbuster with my mom and brother looking for movies. My brother always wanted to go to the Horror section. I hated the horror section. Every once in a while, I'll go over there and see what's the fuss about. Well, I saw this particular movie cover of a stuffed monkey with a bloody razor blade. Creepy...&lt;br /&gt;And I always thought, "Man, that movie probably is scary as crap!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward um-teen years later, and I see this darn thing on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OnDemand&lt;/span&gt; (some free movie channel) and decide to see what it's about. Big surprise, that shit was the WORST ... ugh...just terrible...BAD...I can't even find the words for that bull!&lt;br /&gt;In a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' nut shell, that movie was about some dude who just got through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bangin&lt;/span&gt;' his girlfriend and goes out immediately for a jog soon to be hit by a truck and becomes a paraplegic. His friend, some "genius" who injects strange fluids into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt; to make them "smarter" and some chick who trains &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;monkeys&lt;/span&gt; to do things around the house for lazy humans. They give this man in the wheelchair a monkey and it does stuff for him and somehow is able to link with his thoughts and crap. Then the man realize the monkey is bad because it killed his mother, best friend, his asshole doctor-who could of saved him from being a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;paraplegic&lt;/span&gt; and his ex girlfriend-who got with the asshole doctor after she found out dude was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;paralyzed&lt;/span&gt; from the neck down. Ending: Dude takes a huge bite out of the monkey's neck and ripes him/her apart. And he gets another operation so he can walk again. Ends up with that lady who trained the damn monkey.&lt;br /&gt;HOW LAME IS THAT!?!?!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UGHHHH&lt;/span&gt;! That was  waste of my time and energy and memory. I could of had a V8. Dammit!!&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't usually curse but that movie was pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Fuckin&lt;/span&gt;' bad. Not as bad as the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Gingerdead&lt;/span&gt; man....DON'T SEE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Til next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2778242670293017772?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2778242670293017772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2778242670293017772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2778242670293017772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2778242670293017772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-story-between-paraplegic-monkey.html' title='A love story between a Paraplegic &amp; a monkey'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-4206640566511975867</id><published>2009-02-27T14:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:59:01.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women are only objects</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gaysifamily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/sexobject.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="http://gaysifamily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/sexobject.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back so soon?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I didn't want to put two different subjects in the same post. Maybe I should of? I don't know. Anyway, another thing I have been thinking about is....(drum roll) Women.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. Women. Not just any women. Black women. Why? Because...&lt;br /&gt;For how long have black women been looked at as "objects"? Just T&amp;amp;A or something to pour champagne on? You know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;It's very sad to see this all the time, growing up and just being an adult. Where's the respect? When I was younger, I use to wonder was this how I suppose to be? Lucky for me I had a great mother who was a wonderful example for me. Somehow, I still can't help but question sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm forever confused and that's ok because we all can't know it all. But I just don't understand that aspect. I know everyone has a price and if someone came to you and asked you to be in a magazine, you'd say yes! After all, everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame.  Then they told you you'd have to be semi-nude. You'll think about it (if you're that type of person) and then they'll offer you money. Depending on how much and how bad you really need it, you'll probably go for it. Then they tell you what kind of poses they want you to do and then you're thinking wow...all this for $150? Uhh..ok. Then you sign a model release and BAM! Pervs all over are jacking off to your pics! That was easy, wasn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not knocking anyone who does this stuff and enjoy it. I'm really not. Sex sales. People love sex. I think I just figured out that I can't win in this battle. (silly me)&lt;br /&gt;The point of this blog was why are black women looked at as just big butts and boobs? Who cares if her face is jacked up or if she has AIDS or 22 kids or use to be a man 2 years ago. It sickens me to see little girls grow up to be that way. Like this video I saw of these little kids at a birthday party dancing like "grown people". And when I say Grown People, I mean, she was grinding on that little boy with her skrawny butt in the air. She was doing things you would see in a club. I was disgusted. Who's parents let that girl go out like that? And where did she learn that from? SMH....&lt;br /&gt;I wish this generation wasn't so fast and stupid. Book smarts is there, everything else is down hill. Can you imagine what it's going to be like in the next 50 years? OH MAN...&lt;br /&gt;Some people think that I'm just jealous of other women who are in the spot light. Ok. But just answer this: is it right for anybody to galk, beat, rape, take advantage of or treat as though they aren't human at all??&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I'm done ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4206640566511975867?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4206640566511975867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4206640566511975867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4206640566511975867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4206640566511975867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/02/women-are-only-objects.html' title='Women are only objects'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6104985668839919292</id><published>2009-02-27T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T14:17:08.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>computers+you=not so great future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://assets.goodmagazine.com/uploaded/images/embedded_image/7942/abdominal_fat_feature.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 311px;" src="http://assets.goodmagazine.com/uploaded/images/embedded_image/7942/abdominal_fat_feature.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey!!&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a while. I'm sorry about that. I've a little under the weather and also tired from doing what everyday people do...work. lol. Nah, I'm good. Just recovering.&lt;br /&gt;I had a few subjects I wanted to "blog" about. Good, bad or dumb, these were thoughts that went through my mind as I laid in bed and rest for the past couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;You ever notice how everything is being done over the internet now a days? I'm talking about everything!!! It use to be a thing that I looked at as "a step up". Closer to the future. But the more and more I think about it, it's really getting ridiculous. Think about it. You can shop online, date online and even have sex online. Wow. Not to mention get robbed online and get your identity took. All I hear now is how unhappy people (Americans) are with how they life is and how out of shape they are and what not. But if you're on the computer 89% of the time, how do you expect to change any of that?! Sooner or later, everyone is going to be overweight with lots of health issues, stuck to their computers. Nobody seem to wanna go out and enjoy the outside anymore. What happen to going to parks and stuff? Meeting your friends somewhere to hangout? Exercising? Not only the internet is taking over things we use to do in the past which was actually pretty good for us, but it's making our future look very, very lazy and hopeless.  Not trying to offend anyone. I just think that it's kinda terrible that people let machines control their lives. I don't knock anyone who does. Once again, there's nothing wrong with people who use a computer or who does most of their stuff on the computer. I'm just saying don't forget about the world around you. What happen if you didn't have the computer? You'll lose contact with you girl/boyfriends? You can't check up on the lastest dirtiest gossip? You can't get your porn fix for the day? You can't buy that Fonz collector's jacket you saw on ebay last week? It's more to life than this. Maybe I'm hating...(since people think that's all I do now a days.) Yes, internet is a great way of keeping in touch and knowing stuff. But it's also full of trash and virus and spam. I guess what I'm trying to say is I see people in the future being very overweight, little to no skills at all, and everyone will have to wear glasses. Ok. I'm done ranting about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-6104985668839919292?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6104985668839919292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6104985668839919292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6104985668839919292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6104985668839919292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/02/computersyounot-so-great-future.html' title='computers+you=not so great future'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-980250177894071149</id><published>2009-02-13T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:30:22.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.surveywolf.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/yes-no-buttons1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.surveywolf.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/yes-no-buttons1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was in high school and people us to send each other notes or emails saying they like you or asking you do you like them. I know, this is random but I saw this thing on a ad on a site I was on today and it made me think: why does it have to be "yes" or "no"?? Why isn't there an "you aiight" button or a "I guess" or something?? I know that's not as great as YES or even NO. I mean with NO, at least you know that they aren't and you don't have to try no more. But what if they think you're cool but they don't like you like that or at all...lol Where's the in betweens!!!? Gosh people! Work with me!!! lol I'm being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-980250177894071149?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/980250177894071149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=980250177894071149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/980250177894071149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/980250177894071149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-thought.html' title='Random Thought'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2079079883255322339</id><published>2009-02-13T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T11:56:03.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to swallow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thingsyoungerthanmccain.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/pill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 295px;" src="http://www.thingsyoungerthanmccain.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/pill.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few long days full of work, school and chores, I'm ready for the weekend! I finally get an actual weekend!! :) I haven't been excited about a friday since....high school! lol Yeesss, that means I'm off tomorrow! I don't even know what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;....Probably clean or something...lol or work on some work for school or my portfolio. Well, it's just good to know I have some time to do something! But when next week comes again, I'm back on the grind, making biscuits so ya'll don't go hungry!! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;OK, I'm going to stop being stupid. Earlier this week I got really sick because I took too many pills. Not just any kind of pills. No! These were ones with huge doses of harmones. Yea yea, what was I thinking? It wasn't suppose to go that way. I missed Friday and then I missed Saturday. So what I thought is if I took them all Sunday, including Sunday's pill, I'll be caught up and ok. WRONG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Man, was I wrong. As soon as I took that 3rd pill, I felt sick to my stomach, my head hurt, felt queasy and dizzy and oh yea...blood! (too much info? ...I don't care right now) I thought that if I slept it off, I'll be ok. WRONG AGAIN, J!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I went to work at 9am the next day. I was standing on my feet all day. I felt like falling over and dying. I was so dizzy. My stomach was killing me. My right leg went numb for some strange reason. Man, I need help. So, I ended up going to the Doctor and letting them run test and what not. But after I told them what happened, they knew what was wrong. I took too many damn pills!! They still proceded with the test and called me the next day with the results. (I'm good) When I got home, my boyfriend fed me and I laid down. After a few hours of laying down and drinking lots of fluids, I was ok. And my leg felt much better by the end of the night and next day. Through the rest of the week, I felt like throwing up everyday and my stomach didn't set right with me. But by today, I think I'm back to norman! :) Yaaaaaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;And that was my stupid week. Not to mention, everyone who wondered what was wrong with me and I told them, EVERYONE said "DO NOT EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!!!! YOU COULD OF DIED!!!" Jee, thanks. I know that now. But I wasn't sure because I wasn't even a teenager when I started taking these damn things. What do you expect??? Yea yea...should of still not did it.&lt;br /&gt;Til Next Time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2079079883255322339?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2079079883255322339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2079079883255322339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2079079883255322339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2079079883255322339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/02/hard-to-swallow.html' title='Hard to swallow'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1434142862073959865</id><published>2009-02-10T10:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T11:01:14.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dubtunes.com/dub/2008/12/02/2009_grammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 348px;" src="http://www.dubtunes.com/dub/2008/12/02/2009_grammy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know I'm a little late on this (two days to be exact...) but I wanted to put my two cents in about the grammys. First of all, BETTER THAN LAST YEAR!!! Yeah, last year sucked in my eyes. A lot better this time...guess they were trying to reach to the younger audience. Good job, I guess. One thing I was kinda mad about was they didn't show or say anything about the awards that some of these people won...they just kinda let it keep going with the show. And they had a lot of people perform twice. Which was ok...but you know...recycled performers or running out of money to pay? Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I liked most of the performances. Jennifer Hudson was a little off and shakey, but I don't blame her. She looked nice. She been through a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I think Katy Perry was cool. The concept with all the women dancing with her dressed like men...clever. She doesn't sound good live though.&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Montana has a wrecking voice to me and I really don't see what's the fuss. I ain't hating...well, I'm trying not to.&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Swift, eh.&lt;br /&gt;Swagger like us featuring M.I.A...That was one of the best performances! I really enjoyed it. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.signonsandiego.com/img/photos/2009/02/08/559634c0-5c19-419e-a711-a84caf53db68news.ap.org_t350.jpg?1640fae913a1dac1b26c7eb88806b9f9b0341305"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 475px;" src="http://media.signonsandiego.com/img/photos/2009/02/08/559634c0-5c19-419e-a711-a84caf53db68news.ap.org_t350.jpg?1640fae913a1dac1b26c7eb88806b9f9b0341305" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also like Lil' Wayne and Robin Thicke's performance...maybe because I like that song too , though. lol.  Didn't really expect that.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone did good...even Jonas Brothers and Stevie Wonder.&lt;br /&gt;What was the deal with that Robert Plant guy?! He WON EVERYTHING!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, Anyway. That's all I have to say. I'm through.&lt;br /&gt;Til Next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1434142862073959865?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1434142862073959865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1434142862073959865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1434142862073959865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1434142862073959865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/02/grammy-2009.html' title='Grammy 2009'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-343080719327321463</id><published>2009-02-08T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T21:54:49.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rigged show?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.stanford.edu/group/sfs/uploaded_images/CMFimage-750432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 638px;" src="http://www.stanford.edu/group/sfs/uploaded_images/CMFimage-750432.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Campus Movie Fest thing the other night. It was interesting. First of all, I like to say and make some comparisons from last year.&lt;br /&gt;*Small room they shown movie in&lt;br /&gt;*Smaller screen projected movie on&lt;br /&gt;*Judges, still corny as heck&lt;br /&gt;*Prizes...REALLY CORNY&lt;br /&gt;*Winners...they deserved it. As for top 16...not so much.&lt;br /&gt;*Actual films shown: 3 were good. 2 were bad. 1 was weird. 5 were just plain sad and can't remember the rest.&lt;br /&gt;* Little short movies they put in between showings: had an "MTV" feel to it.&lt;br /&gt;All around, good show. Now, this is why I think it was rigged!&lt;br /&gt;#1: One of the people who won was also the host, also in the group who won, and also made our "new" mascot for our school. (this girl is really cocky. she was bragging to everyone about it.)&lt;br /&gt;#2: The judges pic some of the worst films. Maybe it was just my opinion...or the people I asked afterwards what they thought. Hmmm... Not to mention most of the films that won were sad and depressing...mostly interviews with local homeless people. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;#3: They had only 3 categories. Best Comedy. Best Drama and Best Picture. Most of the top 16 were Drama or sad documentaries.&lt;br /&gt;After all this, I know you have already guess...yes, that's right. My team didn't win....NOTHING. We were shown as a highlight, a few times. But no one actually saw the whole thing itself... well, we tried and we gave it a good shot. I'm still proud of everyone who helped and worked hard. It was a good experience. Maybe I'll work harder if I ever get another chance.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-343080719327321463?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/343080719327321463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=343080719327321463' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/343080719327321463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/343080719327321463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/02/rigged-show.html' title='Rigged show?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1099834934417583144</id><published>2009-02-07T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:36:14.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So anxious!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's finally here. It's only one hour til the big finale shows! You know what I'm talking about. That movie film fest thing I did with a bunch of friends! I mentioned it in a post earlier. So anyway, I'm so nervous. I don't even have to win...I just want it to be seen! I think we all did great! Everyone was great, down to the editing and film work. ...I would be nice to win though. LOL&lt;div&gt; Well, anyway, I just wanted to post that. I'll be back to say the outcome..soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1099834934417583144?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1099834934417583144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1099834934417583144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1099834934417583144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1099834934417583144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-anxious.html' title='So anxious!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3776074500053867212</id><published>2009-02-07T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:39:23.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I gotta be hating?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SY4NkVStAKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IdsUavo-e-k/s1600-h/keyshia-cole-let-u-go-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SY4NkVStAKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IdsUavo-e-k/s320/keyshia-cole-let-u-go-big.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300188729303695522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has that conversation with friends or associates about what celebrities they like or whatever. The conversation that I get continuously cursed out about is Keyshia Cole. I just never liked her. She's probably cool as a person, but I just don't like her music. Sometimes it's catchy, but all her stuff sound like a high school or middle school girl wrote it. She uses the words "Love, think, you're, you, LOVE, You think You're in love, the one" and many others I can't think of right now. It's not that hard to get a thesaurus to change it up a little!! And not to mention, I don't like her show either. It's really ignorant. Not saying she is...the show. It's really putting black people in a bad light...like we all act like that. I don't know. I haven't really watched it either. Just the previews alone made me change my mind. Then one day I was getting on the bus. I looked over to the left of me on this ad that's on the bus stops..and guess who it was?! Yes, that's right, Keyshia Cole! Advertising for a relaxer (pink lester or something) A little too hood for me. WHY DID SHE HAVE TO GO THAT ROUTE!!!?! OMG!!! So anyway, that's why I don't like Keyshia Cole. Well...all that and I don't like the way she dresses. Ok ok, hate is out!&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3776074500053867212?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3776074500053867212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3776074500053867212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3776074500053867212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3776074500053867212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-gotta-be-hating.html' title='Why I gotta be hating?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SY4NkVStAKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/IdsUavo-e-k/s72-c/keyshia-cole-let-u-go-big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1601784752164522498</id><published>2009-02-05T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T19:40:53.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowball fight with Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i40.tinypic.com/5yxcu0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 484px; height: 1265px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/5yxcu0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but this is the funniest and cutest pic I've seen in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Prez, hitting an cat with a snowball. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1601784752164522498?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1601784752164522498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1601784752164522498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1601784752164522498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1601784752164522498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/02/snowball-fight-with-obama.html' title='Snowball fight with Obama'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i40.tinypic.com/5yxcu0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-5751825510470013638</id><published>2009-02-04T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:55:53.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.personal.psu.edu/users/s/a/sam50/cinergia/Movie%201.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 448px; height: 404px;" src="http://www.personal.psu.edu/users/s/a/sam50/cinergia/Movie%201.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, there's this thing that happens every year at my school and a few other schools called the Campus Movie Fest! It's were students, staff, and faculty team together to make an awesome 5 minute film. The catch is..you only have one week to do EVERYTHING!! That's right, one week to film, direct, act, and edit a film. Believe me, it's more challenging than it sounds. :) Then they take 2 weeks to judge which 16 they like and will go to the finals. (I hope I get somewhere) This Saturday happen to be the final for us. We shall see. So anyway, I decided to enter in this year. I tell you, it's a LOT harder than it sounds. But we got it done! We only had a day and a half for my group to film because everyone's hecked schedules. But the outcome was great!! I was really happy with it actually. Looking back on it, there would of been some things I would of changed, added or done different. But this was my first movie using really good equipment and having people other than my family to be in! One day, when I figure out how to do it, I will put it on here so you can see my "masterpiece". lol Til then...Just know I had fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-5751825510470013638?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5751825510470013638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=5751825510470013638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5751825510470013638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5751825510470013638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-movie.html' title='My first movie'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-8135540505430942264</id><published>2009-01-31T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T19:52:09.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You came back to me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.mallfinder.com/poolB/mckinleystoltz/Planet%20Smoothie.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 209px;" src="http://images.mallfinder.com/poolB/mckinleystoltz/Planet%20Smoothie.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is dumb...but the other day I was riding down the street on my way to look at this apartment and I saw a few signs at this shopping center I use to go to all the time to buy chocolate. It's great chocolate by the way. And guess what those signs said?! NOW OPEN: PLANET SMOOTHIE!!! Eeeeeeeeeeek!! I was so excited. I didn't get to stop by but it's great to know there's one closer to home now! It surely beats driving 20-25 minutes to one. LOL I know..I'm sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-8135540505430942264?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8135540505430942264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=8135540505430942264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8135540505430942264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8135540505430942264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-came-back-to-me.html' title='You came back to me!!!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-472438384062922779</id><published>2009-01-29T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:54:32.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cocoa anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SYJr1cY7riI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eD6d_F_vIuo/s1600-h/cocoa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SYJr1cY7riI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eD6d_F_vIuo/s320/cocoa5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296914677639130658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like posting a fun little post about something that I love to drink a lot!! Not alcohol...I'm talking about Cocoa! Hot Chocolate!! Yumm to the 5th power!!! Anyway, my top 3 favorite cocoas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Seattle's Best Cocoa Trio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Trio Chocolate sauce, Milk, whipped cream, chocolate drizzle, white chocolate flakes, and a dark chocolate stick right on the side! This one is certainly certified!&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starbuck's Hazelnut Hot Chocolate!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about that "signature hot chocolate" thing they came out with a few months ago. I'm talking about back in '07 when I use to work there, I use to throw in a couple of pumps of hazelnut syrup and vanilla into my plain hot chocolate and make a sweet flavorful hazelnut hot chocolate!! Banger!!&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least...a new favorite of mines...&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lindt's Hot Cocoa mix!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's right. The Lindt store has the packets sold individually for a dollar of premium rich hot chocolate. All you do is put the power in your cup, pour hot milk over it and enjoy! Add whatever you like, (I usually add a little sugar and maybe some Hazelnut creamer..) It's really rich, really good and if you like Lindt chocolate, which I do, you'll love this! Sweeeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;That ends my short post. til next time, ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-472438384062922779?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/472438384062922779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=472438384062922779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/472438384062922779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/472438384062922779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-felt-like-posting-fun-little.html' title='Cocoa anyone?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SYJr1cY7riI/AAAAAAAAAHc/eD6d_F_vIuo/s72-c/cocoa5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-710807966343265525</id><published>2009-01-20T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T23:14:16.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/j/z/1/obama_superman_awesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 411px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/politicalhumor/1/0/j/z/1/obama_superman_awesome.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that inauguration?! Nice. Straight to the point. Man, I even missed school for this. I know, I know, sad. They were playing it in the cafe. But if my teacher saw me, he'd probably say something to me about not coming and  I don't think he'd think this was a valid excuse to miss class. Hmm... it's still historic!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://harpervalley.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/_george-bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 386px;" src="http://harpervalley.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/_george-bush.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the inauguration, did anyone see George Bush dap that lady with the red coat?! Man, Mr.Bush is a character for you! lol That lady looked shocked. I thought it was funny. She wiped her hand off on her coat after that too. Wtf?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to see the  Inaugural Ball for the youth or something. I heard it was good...or as good as it can be. I saw a couple of pics from the Ball and there was one thing that stood out to me that made me shake my head. On one pic of Kanye, it says "Singer Kanye West performs at Inaugural Ball." Then a few pics later, it says, "REFILE CORRECTION: musician Kanye West performs at Inaugural Ball". What the hell?! Is it THAT serious, ye? Maybe it is. I wouldn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing some of these pics and the inauguration reminded me of a story or a movie. You know how it seem like things were all so bad but in the end, it worked out. Like a happy ending? You know... I don't know...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00021380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 387px;" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00021380.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we will have some sort of change. And maybe...just maybe one day I'll stop hearing people screaming that Jeezy song... It was a neat concept and stuff...but got really old. really fast. I did like Jay-z's verse, though. lol&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone was warm because it was cold as heck outside here. I almost froze my toes off. I know if it's this cold where I am, it's unbareable where they are!! I mean, we had snow (flurries) 3 times today! Brrrrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, George W. Bush!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, Barack Obama! Make us all proud! And those who don't want to give you a chance, show them how awesome you are! Yes we did. :)&lt;br /&gt;Til next time....&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-710807966343265525?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/710807966343265525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=710807966343265525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/710807966343265525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/710807966343265525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-about-that-inauguration-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-509706558648981379</id><published>2009-01-19T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:53:44.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lifesciences.byu.edu/studentservices/Advisement_Center/Graduation/Graduation_Hat_Toss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 300px;" src="http://lifesciences.byu.edu/studentservices/Advisement_Center/Graduation/Graduation_Hat_Toss.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever had that conversation with your parents or someone in that sort of light who told you to do something with your life and don't just throw it away on something stupid or petty like Men/Women, drugs, alcohol or gambling? What started as just a dinner for 2, turned up to be a lesson in life? Say for example, you're at Waffle House and you're about to order. The waitress, a worn out skinny frail hospital-shoe wearing middle age woman comes to your table to take your order. She's not rude but there are a few adjustments that will make the service just an ounce better. So she walks away. Your Dad/Mom leans over to you and say, "See, you don't wanna look like that in a couple of years, do ya?" You say shake your head "no". Then they say, "Well, go to school. Get you an education. Go out there and be somebody." You say ok and think to yourself, "man I'm glad I don't have to work that hard or look like that". &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://negrilnotes.com/images/wafflehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://negrilnotes.com/images/wafflehouse.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You never wanted to end up that way. You say to yourself, "I'm better than that. I know how I want to play my life out and it's not going to go that way." But High School years fly by and the next thing you know, you're standing there head in hand and wondering, "Where do I go now?" Let's say you decide to go to college. You get there and you  are enjoying the college life. Getting to know new people, experience things, and all the other great things that people say about college. Then there's a big issue you run across- MONEY. Next thing you know, you need a job to help with books...unless your family are well off with the money. Then you find yourself working a little part time job at a restuarant because that seems to be the only places that will hire you and work with your schedule. You're ok with it at first...after a few months, you start noticing things. Then the months go by, next years. And before you know it, you've been working there for about 10 years. You dropped out of college because the bills go to backed up. (hey, you gotta eat.) The work load became heavy. You only had just so much to go, and you promised yourself, when I get everything back paid up, I'll go back and finish. Yeah, that's the ticket. But somehow, one thing after another kept popping up, so it seemed. Everything in went wrong. You lost the place you were staying at because you couldn't pay the rent. You had to move in with a friend "temporary"-you know, just til you got on your feet. 3 weeks turned into 6 months and now you're days are numbered with your "friends". You don't want to move back with mom because you want to prove you can do it on your own and your pride is just too much in the way. You were THIS close to paying off that credit card, til someone side swiped you in your car. Now, it's totalled. They had no insurance. You can't get it fixed for whatever reason may come up. I don't know. Then you ended up spending your last pay check on trying to fix your car. Then you get fired for some bulls*** that you thought was a little unfair or had nothing to do with you. They just say, they had to let a few people go. Wouldn't it  be you? So, you're going to be on the street soon. Nobody wants to help a grown person. You suppose to be astablished now. But you're not. You don't have a degree, you don't have any real friends, you have a companion (someone who cares about you and to help you fight some of these battles) and you could of had your parents somewhere in here, but you were too big and bold to say, "Hey, I need some help". So what are you going to do now? You look at yourself in a dirty Waffle House bathroom that reeks of urine and something forbidden to touch. You wipe the sweat off your forehead and put your paper hat on with the restuarant's logo across it and go back to work. You've just became that worn out lady with no future. It seemed so easy to not fall into that trap when you were young and blink...there you are. Not saying she's a bad person for being that way. You never know why somebody works at a cruddy job or how long or what's going on at home. All you know is, you don't want to end up like that. My thinking on this is that it really isn't too late to fix it. There are certain things you will have to give up or do to be successful. But suffering never was fun or a goal of anyones. I know it's easier said than done. But I'm already going through part of that. I'm just hoping I can find a silver lining in my gray clouds. I'm not really asking to be rich...just comfortable. This story was really just a worst case scenerio and not based on anyone I know. Just speaking. And Waffle House was the only restuarant I seen in the past few weeks with run down looking waitress'. Anyway, all I'm saying is don't put yourself down and give up on what you want out of life. There are good people who suffer everyday with just the everyday outcomes of life. They didn't choose for this to happen. It just kinda did. But you can fix it. It don't have to be that way. Don't belittle yourself because something is hard or things don't go your way. As long as your alive, you have a fighting chance. So, stop being lazy. And help yourself. If people see you trying, you never know, they might help or at least open a door for you.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done with my little rant. I feel like that sometimes. My back and feet hurt from standing all day and moping and lifting heavy objects. I always told myself I wouldn't be that way. But you have to start somewhere. Just don't end there.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been posting lately due to lots of stuff to do, besides work and now school. And sometimes, lack of things to talk about. And I don't want to be like some people who blog and just throw something up saying, "Hey, I'm just here...you know, just bloggin'". That's cool and everything, but a friend told me not to EVER start a blog like that. I'll just take that advice. Do think twice. lol Well, I do have an appointment I have to attend to. It's been interesting. Let's do lunch or something. Peesh!&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-509706558648981379?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/509706558648981379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=509706558648981379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/509706558648981379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/509706558648981379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-back.html' title='Looking back.'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-6187395926241167652</id><published>2009-01-12T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T10:22:25.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my turn!!!</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/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SWuibC_mVCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2ys3CEJxHFo/s1600-h/pinstripehat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SWuibC_mVCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2ys3CEJxHFo/s320/pinstripehat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290500772820571170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This wasn't the pic I wanted to use, but it's the only one that would load. Darn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is my birthday!!!&lt;br /&gt;Although I have to work and go to school, I'm going to make the most of it!!&lt;br /&gt;And somewhere, I'm going to get a sort of dessert to enjoy. For now, I'm taking a quick nap!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me, dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-6187395926241167652?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/6187395926241167652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=6187395926241167652' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6187395926241167652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/6187395926241167652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-my-turn.html' title='It&apos;s my turn!!!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SWuibC_mVCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/2ys3CEJxHFo/s72-c/pinstripehat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-5142368440503182123</id><published>2009-01-04T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:55:55.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know this is dumb...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.animationmagazine.net/images/articles/carbon_copy_150.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://www.animationmagazine.net/images/articles/carbon_copy_150.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that very vibrant esurance commercial with the flash animation chick with the pink hair??! Of course you do. We all seen it. And I know you've seen her little buddy, that guy with the black hair-an animation version of the tall, dark and handsome guy. Well, do you think that they have "something going on" with each other? You know... they are more than friends? I don't know... I just thought about it... LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-5142368440503182123?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/5142368440503182123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=5142368440503182123' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5142368440503182123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/5142368440503182123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-know-this-is-dumb.html' title='I know this is dumb...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-4208839239405714264</id><published>2009-01-02T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:37:55.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 is heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://opengardensblog.futuretext.com/Happy%20New%20Year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 502px;" src="http://opengardensblog.futuretext.com/Happy%20New%20Year.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;So, it's finally here. 2009. That "better" year we all hope for, which is  no different from the other past um-tenth years because by the end of every year, it's never a "great year" and everyone always hope that next year bring so much better things. I guess that's a good hope, dream perhaps. I mean, I'm guilty of saying that, too. Truthfully, I do hope that it does be a better year. I have to admit, 2008 was like hell. It had some good points...but man it had some really testing times. I could only pray that it doesn't keep going down hill. *sigh* I made it through tho. That's good! :)&lt;br /&gt;I didn't start 2009 out the way I wanted to... I can still make up for it, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the year, I had to work. Then I had to stay later because one of my co-workers didn't feel good. I wasn't feeling so hot due to a visit from that old lady with the red box(if you know what I mean).  I guess I didn't mind. The night didn't end so bad. I ate a chicken sandwich, watch a TV-with my boyfriend (yea, that guy again, for whoever has a dang problem with me spending time with him! Stop hating!) Then got around to watching that Benjamin Button movie...GREAT MOVIE by the way. It's really really touching. Story telling was awesome. Characters were lovable. It had some sad points and just things you knew was going to happen. It's life.  Only down fall, that movie is LONG as heck!! If you got about 2 1/2 to 3 hours to spare, go on and do it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/1/13839/21_2008/benjamin-button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 421px; height: 397px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl1/1/13839/21_2008/benjamin-button.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got a chance to tell anyone my New Years resolution... then again, I don't really think anyone cares, too. That could be a big part of it. Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;Well, of course as everyone else's maybe, I wanna be a better person. Within everyday I wanna improve myself and because an all around better person. I wanna control my temper. I wanna learn to laugh at myself and don't take things so seriously. I wanna take things for what they are worth and look at the whole picture. I wanna get a better understanding of myself and the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;I want to eat healthier...PERIOD. I eat a lot, but it's not always good. Sometimes  I don't eat, and it's just plain sugar.I wanna get out of that.&lt;br /&gt;I want to start exercising. I don't wanna be a trainer or anything. Just keeping fit and taking care of myself.&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to budget a little better. Everyone needs to...who's not making that Paris Hilton money.&lt;br /&gt;I want to do some volunteer work helping out old people or kids. You can learn a lot from both perspectives.&lt;br /&gt;I want to enjoy life more. I want to take a trip or go out of town at least once this year.&lt;br /&gt;I want to help my mom with her hopes and dreams. I'm only one person, but two heads are better than one.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get back close with my bestfriends. I miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get my cat neutered...that's more of an to-do list thing than an resolution. Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;I want to get rid of the clutter in my home that keeps me back from doing what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;I want to finish a book.&lt;br /&gt;I want to slow down on my coffee drinking. LOL&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop procrastinating. That has stop me from getting a lot done for years.&lt;br /&gt;I want to become more business minded. Learn more about the business I am going into.&lt;br /&gt;I want to get a better understanding for my religion. Everyone needs a center ground.&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, I want to how to cope with life's big disappointments.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like a lot, but I think if I get down to it, it came be accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as where I've been for the past few months now, I gotta go home now. (work) I basically live there now. :( Wish I got paid more.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time. Make the most of this year, people.&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4208839239405714264?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4208839239405714264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4208839239405714264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4208839239405714264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4208839239405714264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere.html' title='2009 is heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1094859340184048218</id><published>2008-12-29T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T12:27:48.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tumyeto.com/images/uploaded/28-35_austins_cut_hand_AZ_opt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 493px; height: 725px;" src="http://tumyeto.com/images/uploaded/28-35_austins_cut_hand_AZ_opt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new year is slowly approaching us with only 2 left in 2008. Great year for some, Terrible for the rest. I guess I'll be in that "terrible" category. I mean, I'm not going to complain because it can ALWAYS be sooooooo much worse. I guess I should consider myself lucky. This is going to be a short blog, however. I slice the f*** out of my hand at work 2 days ago. It's on my left hand but now I'm starting to realize how important your hands really are.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope everyone has a great and safe New Year! And hopefully, 09 will be SO MUCH better!! :( I hope...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1094859340184048218?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1094859340184048218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1094859340184048218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1094859340184048218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1094859340184048218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-year.html' title='A New Year?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-8339787069777072589</id><published>2008-12-25T12:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T12:44:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.savingadvice.com/images/blog/christmas-scene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 366px;" src="http://www.savingadvice.com/images/blog/christmas-scene.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't put anything up worth reading or whatever. Just been working those extra holiday hours. To everyone (even you haters) &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the holiday with your loved ones and remember what it really is about.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time...&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-8339787069777072589?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/8339787069777072589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=8339787069777072589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8339787069777072589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/8339787069777072589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-539113793805291416</id><published>2008-12-19T05:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:06:20.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jayden bigger than daddy?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beauty-and-the-bath.com/image-files/jayden-smith-boys-natural-african-american-hairstyle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 376px;" src="http://www.beauty-and-the-bath.com/image-files/jayden-smith-boys-natural-african-american-hairstyle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while back, I seen the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Pursue of Happiness&lt;/span&gt; and I was like, "wow, Will's son is pretty good". And I didn't expect to see him in another til he was a little older. Then I saw his sister got a little jealous and thought she could act better, so they put her in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Am Legend&lt;/span&gt;. She didn't have a co-starring role as he bro had but she was in it enough to tell if she could act or not. Her, not so much. I hate to say it but her little brother is a lot better than her. Maybe she'll get better with time, though. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;So I also notice that Mr. Jayden is in that new movie about the world standing still-an old classic...(I didn't say it was good!) And I'm like, "Jeez! This boy is not going to stop!" Well, I saw a pic of him on the red carpet or something in Japan for the premier and I'm like, "Whoa, this boy is going to be big! Maybe bigger than his father!" Well...maybe not yet. He has a while to go, a few more bubble-gum rap albums, a TV sitcom series and few blockbuster hits to go. BUT he's almost there! Go Jayden! Can this boy be stopped? Eh, he might. Just being realistic.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day when I have kids, he'd be the Will Smith of their time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-539113793805291416?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/539113793805291416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=539113793805291416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/539113793805291416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/539113793805291416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/12/jayden-bigger-than-daddy.html' title='Jayden bigger than daddy?!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-7625916095345249468</id><published>2008-12-19T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:56:00.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>18 kids?!!??! And they are all yours!? AHHHHH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1308/1001301886_f1ab3f666d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1308/1001301886_f1ab3f666d.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone has heard about the Duggar Family. If not, their this Mormon family in Arkansas that has now 18 children! That is TOO much for me. 2 is too much for me...LOL&lt;br /&gt;It's great and all if you can afford it and you have time for all of them and really love kids, but in this recession, why do you want more mouths to feed?!?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to be mean or anything or even say they are bad people for this...&lt;br /&gt;but you gotta know when enough is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-7625916095345249468?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7625916095345249468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=7625916095345249468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7625916095345249468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7625916095345249468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/12/18-kids-and-they-are-all-yours-ahhhhh.html' title='18 kids?!!??! And they are all yours!? AHHHHH!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1308/1001301886_f1ab3f666d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2403912764617496601</id><published>2008-12-14T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:24:31.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Blaine = Jesus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://kenodalo.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/david-blaine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 532px;" src="http://kenodalo.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/david-blaine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.heart-cry.com/love/Jesus_ws.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 372px;" src="http://www.heart-cry.com/love/Jesus_ws.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I know I might be WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY wrong for this but I just have to make this point. You know how people say that Jesus will come back to earth and he will be at the point where you don't know it's him? Like, he could be a homeless man or something? And isn't the world all nuts right now anyway right at the  moment where he may come back?? Hmm...ok, so I was watching David Blaine's show...I don't know the name of it. Shame on me. And I see some of the tricks he do. Some of them aren't really magic...it's just him doing stuff. But the ones that are "magic" are like really good and makes you wonder, HOW DID HE DO THAT?!?! Well, I was thinking since he can make an empty can of beer turn into a full unopened can of been right before your eyes, this man must not need money. He can eat out of the trash all day, literally. He can make a half eaten sandwitch to a hot fresh sandwitch. Also, noone knows what the heck this man's ethnicity is. (I know I don't.) This guy hasn't hurt himself yet...that says a lot. Now for my question, could David Blaine be Jesus??? (the more modern version) Come on...think about it. And does anyone REALLY know the whole story of the bible being that a bunch of chapters/pages are missing out of it anyway depending on what verison you get? (because Mr.King James didn't like the way a few things went.) Just think about it...&lt;br /&gt;Til next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2403912764617496601?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2403912764617496601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2403912764617496601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2403912764617496601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2403912764617496601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/12/david-blaine-jesus.html' title='David Blaine = Jesus?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3951136660306495558</id><published>2008-12-13T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T00:09:51.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concentrate, you idiot!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://greywolf.critter.net/images/ironclaw/standups/icsu03/marker-focus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://greywolf.critter.net/images/ironclaw/standups/icsu03/marker-focus.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHH!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I mean to go through with something and it doesn't get done til the very last second. Y'all know what I mean. It's like for example, I'll say "I'm going to get in the bed in about 20 minutes". Next thing I know, I'm up for another 2 hours just reading stuff and shopping...killing time for what? I don' t know. Maybe I'm a little ADD...I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, my hours at work has increased, so I'm at work ALL the time now. The only time I 'm off is the days I'm suppose to be at school. On the weekends, I defiantly hate because I work til late and have to come right back less than 9 hours the next day. My feet hurt and if it wasn't for the HIGH intake of caffeine from the coffee, I'd be really tired. But I can't really complain, it's a job. And I do get money. Not a lot, but I do get some. So, it's all good at the end of the day. And the people are pretty cool too...the ones I work with. The customers are a different story. LOL&lt;br /&gt;School is...uhh...well I'm waiting for it to end. I still get depressed walking down the halls. I still wish I could of found a better place before I enrolled there and I kinda wish I didn't owe so much in loans. haha, that's life for ya, huh?&lt;br /&gt;My cat is acting hella hyper. He's a teenager now and I can't tell him nothing. He thinks he's on top of the world and owns it too. I still love him, though.&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I been drawing more...sketching I guess. I am finally getting some sort of motivation back. I get inspired by the oddest things sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Ghostbuster 2 is on...and I kinda start reminscing about the good old days before everything gotten so corrupted, and just started watching it. It's still pretty good movie.&lt;br /&gt;Even though my heat is on in my house,  I'm still cold as crap. I have on sweat pants...it's not working. Ughh.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think of better...more interesting things to write about but I always forget by the time I'm by a computer. And I do have internet on my phone now, but how lame is that to write a long blog on your phone...and drive at the same time?? Not cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;As I think about where my life is at this point, I'm not too disappointed...there's always room for improvement. I'm still young-ish and I haven't quite figured out what I am, suppose to be or wanna be yet. I guess that's ok. Am I happy? So far, so good. Like I said, there would be a few things I would try to fix or change. But I think I'm pretty happy. My parents are still here, I have my brothers. I have ... a few? good friends. I'm with someone I really love. I'm in school. I have a job. I'm talented. I have my health.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know that I want to do but can't start is a comic. I have a hard time sticking to one subject or plot or whatever. Then sometimes it's not that funny or nobody gets it but me. Or sometimes it's one of those jokes where after you explained for about half an hour and they get it but it's not funny anymore because you took so darn long. Then I thought about doing a graphic novel. I probably won't finish it. Then the story would change up by the end. You'd be reading it saying, "this story about a lonely girl and her dog is pretty good, I wonder how she's going to make it to Harvard." Then when you get to the end, you'll be like, "so she's a vampire who can fly only in the daylight but never do because she'll fry, her dog died of cancer and Harvard doesn't exsist in that world". What da hell?!?! Yea...I can't stick to one subject...must be that ADD again.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I will perhaps. Maybe. lol You'll know if I do.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'm going to actually take myself to bed now. I said this over and over again. But I keep fighting sleep like a baby.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3951136660306495558?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3951136660306495558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3951136660306495558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3951136660306495558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3951136660306495558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/12/concentrate-you-idiot.html' title='Concentrate, you idiot!!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-7929334803717691074</id><published>2008-12-08T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:55:19.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long, Hard and Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/ST3B8D-BrPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/k7tsOLfAyYs/s1600-h/foodporn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/ST3B8D-BrPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/k7tsOLfAyYs/s320/foodporn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277587575949864178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's another addition of Food Porn.&lt;br /&gt;Today's food porn is: Cucumbers. I'm not talking about a plan cucumber. I'm talking about chopping them up, putting some vinegar, salt and pepper on it! That's what I'm talking about. And you can't just do any cucumber. It has to be long, hard, kinda thick and NO soft spots. The cruncher, the better!! And if you think this is nasty, I say don't knock it til you try it! :) YUUUM! So get you a nice one and chow down! Makes a great non-fat snack. PEESH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-7929334803717691074?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7929334803717691074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=7929334803717691074' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7929334803717691074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7929334803717691074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-hard-and-green.html' title='Long, Hard and Green'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/ST3B8D-BrPI/AAAAAAAAAHE/k7tsOLfAyYs/s72-c/foodporn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-7107296667078749305</id><published>2008-12-08T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:20.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't listen to V-103 no more...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://streetknowledge.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/jimjones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://streetknowledge.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/jimjones.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about a while now, I been listening to V-103 and  I like the station a lot. But I really hate it when I turn on the radio and I hear the same song I heard 5 minutes before I stepped out the house. Then I would go to school and get in the car after school and hear the song again. That's just...UGH... So, I stopped listening to V-103 for that very reason. Now it takes a very dumb song to make me stop listening to a station completely but this song just about done it. What song you ask? "Pop Champagne" By Jim Jones and Ron ...uhh what's his face...  I hate that song to death! And I tried to give the video a chance then I saw this lady with a billion tattoos on her back and she was doing some dance trying to show off her tattoos. I was so ashamed. Where is the music going these days!? Come on!! We're in a recession!! Who has money to "pop champagne"??!? Ughh. Man, I'm done!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-7107296667078749305?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7107296667078749305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=7107296667078749305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7107296667078749305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7107296667078749305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-i-dont-listen-to-v-103-no-more.html' title='Why I don&apos;t listen to V-103 no more...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2944229267508972124</id><published>2008-12-04T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T23:19:03.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I get the truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa4/orangevanilla/blog/SAD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa4/orangevanilla/blog/SAD.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:27am and all I can hear is the sound of someone practicing the bass guitar and this terrible Disney show the Replacements in the background. My cat is sleep by the Christmas tree and my boyfriend is sound in the other room. Sometimes I have a hard time just going to sleep even when I'm tired. I didn't have too bad of a day. I went up to the school to handle some business, went to my job to get my check and ended up staying longer than planned, went to the store for a few things, to the ATM and back home. It rained all day. I wanted to stay in bed because honestly I didn't feel too good. But this was my only off day from school and work to go and do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; everything I needed to get done. I feel a little better about myself. I guess...&lt;br /&gt;Then I cooked, and played Tombraider for a few hours. I think I'm actually going to finish one of those games for once. I NEVER bet a Tombraider game before. Kinda sad because I been playing for years and you think I'd bet one of them. But I always get stuck on some part and give up and NEVER go back. And that's it. I never bet it. I'm trying to get better with that.&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my best friend today and how we use to be. While everyone I may talk to about the subject don't quite see how big of a deal it is to me, I kinda just think about it when I'm alone. A lot of times I feel I don't fit in anywhere. I talk to people and whatnot but I never feel fully comfortable. It's always something I have to hold back-like my sense of humor. It's not all bad but it can be tooken the wrong way. Ugh...&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like I really have any friends anymore. I mean, the ones who say they are friends, aren't really. And the ones who say they will always be there, never do. And the ones who say they care, forget within the same day you told them about your issue. So, where does that lead you? Feeling like s***. Or at least, I do. The friends I do have, my mom, boyfriend and brother are great. But it's only so much you can do. You're mother doesn't wanna hear about what you and your boyfriend did last Valentine's day. You're boyfriend doesn't wanna give you advice on how to "get that bitch back" when you felt like you're so called friend don't you wrong. You're brother doesn't wanna hear about your girly problems. I don't know. I guess I'm ok with it. Just sometimes you want that shopping buddy again. Or that from another girl's point of view. Or someone who won't judge you and who knows you so well that they can stick up for you when someone says "she's weird". Well, my boyfriend got my back in that area. But can you imagine going shopping or clubbin' with your mom??? Ugh...or your brother?! Am I lame?!&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm trying to say I miss my friend. But it seems she doesn't care about me. We aren't close like we use to be. It's always weird to say "my best friend" or when someone referr to when we use to be how we were. We use to be inseparable. And now, we're just grown apart. We went two complete different directions. I never thought I'd see the day. Sometimes I feel that if I didn't move away to go to school, we would of still been cool and something would of worked out. We would of still been close and hanging out when we're bored and telling eachother everything and just having a friend you can borrow things from. Stupid stuff like that. It would of been on a totally different level than what it was when were in middle school and high school. We could of chat everynight after work. We would go to the mall on a friday, to lunch on saturday and done laundry on sunday. Not that I want to spend that much time with a girl (trying not to sound gay) but just to have that friend I can call when I'm bored and wanna just hang out. But I don't have that no more. She's too tied up into men and everything else to care what's going on with me. She made a huge deal out of me not wanting to talk to her anymore after the incident when my bro died. Then when I decide to squash it and let it go, she acts like I'm not there. She talks to everyone but me. She's TOO BUSY to call me sometimes or to actually hang out with me when we make plans. Everytime we made plans, she cancelled on me for some bogus reason after another. Most of the time it was for a man. That's where we've gone!? I feel like I don't even know her anymore, and to a point, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;And why do people feel they have to hide things from me? I mean, if you say one thing and do another, what's that?! Why would you say you'll do this or won't do this anymore and do it? Or swear on everything it's not like that but it is? Or act like things are ok but they aren't!? I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess with all the ranting and whining, I'm just saying I miss my friend.&lt;br /&gt;And I just wish we didn't lose touch.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.quixotic-inc.com/images/Kitschy%20Necklaces/Best%20Friend%20Necklaces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.quixotic-inc.com/images/Kitschy%20Necklaces/Best%20Friend%20Necklaces.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to try to get some sleep. LONG day tomorrow. I hate men's magazines. I need a better past time.&lt;br /&gt;Til next time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2944229267508972124?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2944229267508972124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2944229267508972124' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2944229267508972124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2944229267508972124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-cant-i-get-truth.html' title='Why can&apos;t I get the truth?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa4/orangevanilla/blog/th_SAD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-3390479379337726333</id><published>2008-12-03T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:30:30.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cadillac Records</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://l.yimg.com/img.movies.yahoo.com/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/tristar_pictures/cadillac_records/cadillacrecords_bigposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 319px;" src="http://l.yimg.com/img.movies.yahoo.com/ymv/us/img/hv/photo/movie_pix/tristar_pictures/cadillac_records/cadillacrecords_bigposter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few days ago, I saw these neon pink passes sitting on top of the punch clock at work. They were passes to that new movie Cadillac Records. For a screening or something. (Never been to one of those before, so I thought "let's go!!") So, I got one for me and my boo. We left the house around 6:40 and arrived around 7:35. Don't ask what happened! It was pretty good for a free movie. LOL It was a lot better than what I thought it was going to be like. I mean, they had a lot of funny parts, though it's not a comedy. I like the casting. And the story was pretty good. Lots of love-angles. I'm not going to go into the movie just in case someone wants to see it. After all, it's not out in theaters yet. If I had to grade it on a scale 1 to 10, I'd give it a 7. And if we're talking school terms, I'd give it a B. I nice bold B. There were a few parts that were kinda left out for me and what not, but the music was great and the characters, once again, where awesome. And the commericals are a little off about that movie. First of all, they make it seem like another generic black people movie and it's not. One of the main characters was Adrein Brody!! He was good, by the way. And second, they put Beyonce ALL over the previews and movie poster as if she was the main character. Yes, her character she played is still alive today but man, what's with the overshininess! (made that up) Anyway, somewhere in the movie I missed a good 5 minutes because somebody decided they wanted to bring their 5 kids with them (2 of them being babies.) Well, this baby started crying and the mother refused to walk outside with all of that. Of course we were sitting right behind the noise. UGH!! And everyone looked around, including us. So out of nowhere some guy yells from the back, "Ay, take that baby outside!!" And a lot of people started laughing, including us. So the daddy got up but his girlfriend (?) told him to sit down. Funny thing, the baby stopped. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to close this one, I got a long day tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;til next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, that wig Beyonce had on was TERRIBLE....Stop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-3390479379337726333?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/3390479379337726333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=3390479379337726333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3390479379337726333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/3390479379337726333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/12/cadillac-records.html' title='Cadillac Records'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2492534771949995445</id><published>2008-12-02T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:42:12.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days getting longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.freefoto.com/images/90/15/90_15_57---Christmas-Tree_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 402px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.freefoto.com/images/90/15/90_15_57---Christmas-Tree_web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that day light savings hit, I thought the days will get shorter. For me, not so much. I work longer hours, I work on  a lot of school work and freelance work and I also have those home duties of cleaning, cooking, eating and taking care of everything. Yea yea yea, blah. And now another holiday is coming. Christmas. I use to love Christmas so much. I still love the lights, the weather, the songs, spending time with family and whatnot. (it snowed yesterday while I was at school)&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to figure out how to get all the important people out the way and what to get them? This shouldn't be too hard...right? Yea yea... it's going to be really cheap. lol ok, let's stop talking about this. So, I'm almost done with the whole transfer policy getting into another school. We shall see how that goes. I tried to get some kind of credit card and they sent me a letter in the mail telling me why they couldn't give it to me. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;I still get retarded comments on this thing but something is better than nothing, right? I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I gotta write 3 essay...so, I got my work cut out for me...yea...&lt;br /&gt;til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2492534771949995445?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2492534771949995445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2492534771949995445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2492534771949995445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2492534771949995445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/12/days-getting-longer.html' title='Days getting longer'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-4928823112171369928</id><published>2008-11-29T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:30:41.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in my head.</title><content type='html'>When I heard Beyonce was coming out with a new album I was like, here we go! I mean, I don't get me wrong, she's very talented but her last album didn't show me much and that single "single ladies" is kinda...uh...I don't know the word I'm looking for. I wasn't really feeling "If I were a boy" at first. First of all, it seem like she was taking Ciara's concept-ish. It's almost the same song but as I listen to it again, it's a little different. Lyric wise, of course. Then I watched the video. It was touching. I like the song  a lot now and I can't get it out of my head. I've been listening to it for the past 2 days. LOL I'm not going to lie, that video made me cry. At first I was like, "dang, poor guy" then when it switched over, I was like "oh, wow. poor girl". After all, it was the point of the song. I'm glad the song with the video because for some reason we have a lot of that going on. LOL Well, anyway...I'm posting the video. Watch if you haven't seen it. Watch if you wanna anyway. Peesh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=na_da8u93GA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4928823112171369928?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4928823112171369928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4928823112171369928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4928823112171369928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4928823112171369928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/11/stuck-in-my-head.html' title='Stuck in my head.'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-2577598249656338669</id><published>2008-11-29T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:09:44.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving!!! And the rest...</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/_T0EjYJdEe0o/STIt-CP4vVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-4mRPNixv6U/s1600-h/Thanksgiving08+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/STIt-CP4vVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-4mRPNixv6U/s320/Thanksgiving08+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274328657382915410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;My best friend,me,my little cousin, and my other best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know it's been a while. Yea, been kinda busy. I started getting scheduled to work more now, I guess for the holidays. That's good...and bad. Well,  let's see. I went to my hometown for Thanksgiving and saw my family and closest friends. It was nice. I had a great time. Though a few people I would love to see come didn't come, it was nice for what it's worth. We started eating around 3-ish. My uncle came by and so did my girl, Ashley. My cousin, Joe Joe stopped by for a second. Then the next door neighbors came by for a second. I made a pumpkin spice cake. And it looked scary for a second but it tasted great! It gotten eaten quick! Yaaay!! :)&lt;br /&gt;So I went to  my aunt's house and saw my uncle and my cousins from Miami, Detroit, and Washington D.C. I'm so happy I got to see them though I missed a few people. I had to go back home because unfortunately I had to work on Black Friday. UGHHH! Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it. Been working late hours for a week-ish now. So, I been tired... so If I don't blog much, that's why. Man, the holidays....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-2577598249656338669?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/2577598249656338669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=2577598249656338669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2577598249656338669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/2577598249656338669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-and-rest.html' title='Thanksgiving!!! And the rest...'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/STIt-CP4vVI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-4mRPNixv6U/s72-c/Thanksgiving08+102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-4758059265500128804</id><published>2008-11-23T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T18:37:15.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with that??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.contemporaryworks.net/VintageWorks_Images/Full/9973TressDunceCap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 525px; height: 536px;" src="http://www.contemporaryworks.net/VintageWorks_Images/Full/9973TressDunceCap.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I been working A LOT for the past few days and I'm like, super tired when I get home. Oh well, I need the money. Anyway, on my lunch break I went to Starbucks because they have the most delicious pumpkin spice lattes ever!!!!! (keep in mind, I work at another coffee house called Seattle's Best Coffee, owned by Starbucks) Well, came back and didn't get a chance to drink it all, so I had to bring it back to work with me. Well, one of my co-workers give me the hardest time about it. Like, why would I go to Starbucks on my break? Cause I need the caffeine and the flavor, man!! :) Double yum, homie! lol Anyway, so I'll probably never hear the end of that....til I do something else dumb. LOL My question is, is it THAT wrong?! I know others have done things like this!! Like this lady said she worked at publix but shopped at Kroger! That's genius! You know why? Cause Kroger is really cheap compared to Publix! You go, Lady!! Anywa, that ends this really short dumb blog...til next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-4758059265500128804?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/4758059265500128804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=4758059265500128804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4758059265500128804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/4758059265500128804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-wrong-with-that.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with that??'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-1881361002454436519</id><published>2008-11-20T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:26:56.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with that?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SSY4i_xUrAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hfyL6Z1kFxM/s1600-h/Papi50thbirthday+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SSY4i_xUrAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hfyL6Z1kFxM/s320/Papi50thbirthday+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270962587768761346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go home to visit my mom, I notice how dark it is (at night) and it's sad that they haven't put some street lights up by now. What if you break down on the side of the road and you don't have a flash light? What are you going to do? Wait for a car with their high beams to pass by you slow enough for you to see the problem?! Ughh. Anyway, I'm done with that. Just wanted to rant. Peesh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-1881361002454436519?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/1881361002454436519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=1881361002454436519' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1881361002454436519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/1881361002454436519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-up-with-that.html' title='What&apos;s up with that?'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SSY4i_xUrAI/AAAAAAAAAG0/hfyL6Z1kFxM/s72-c/Papi50thbirthday+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-7329751162536381766</id><published>2008-11-20T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:21:12.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SSY3LjZ2ByI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TpB_dIJHw8Y/s1600-h/Papi50thbirthday+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SSY3LjZ2ByI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TpB_dIJHw8Y/s320/Papi50thbirthday+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270961085505472290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My papi aka father just had a birthday and I'm keeping the age a secret! lol But I wanted to wish him a very happy birthday and I love him so much!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-7329751162536381766?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/7329751162536381766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=7329751162536381766' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7329751162536381766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/7329751162536381766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!'/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SSY3LjZ2ByI/AAAAAAAAAGs/TpB_dIJHw8Y/s72-c/Papi50thbirthday+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9106828134648341656.post-989851571073580680</id><published>2008-11-18T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T19:56:20.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.contentthatworks.com/images/recipe_roasted_turkey_with_mushroom_herb_sauce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 307px;" src="http://content.contentthatworks.com/images/recipe_roasted_turkey_with_mushroom_herb_sauce.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a little over a week left 'til Thanksgiving! And Man, I can't wait!! I love Thanksgiving!! This year, I'm cooking the turkey again! Ugh...that's not always good because last year I did a good job until I brought it to my mom's house. I split the juice all over the back seat of my car and my car smelled like fart and chitterlings for weeks! (don't ask why)  This year, I got a new plan! I just hope it works. Tomorrow, I'm going to school all day from 8 to 6...basically someone's work shift. I don't get paid tho. Instead I'm spending G's. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, this week is pay day!! yayyy...another downfall is I don't get paid that much. aww.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I think this year I'm going to do something different for Christmas... I'm not going to go broke getting everyone I know and love gifts! Instead, just the main people who matter in my life. Sounds a little mean or whatever, but really, it's not. Christmas really isn't about giving or getting in the first place. Once again...FOOD!!! lol...and family, and love and...ok, maybe a little present here and there. I'll be happy to just spend some time with people and eat and take pictures and laugh at nothing!&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I thought eggnog only came in...well, the milky type, but I saw at the store the other week, they also make SOY eggnog!! Isn't that great!?!? Well, not for everyone, just the people who will die/get sick from drinking regular milk. Darn you Lactose!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.almostvegan.com/archives/images/nog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 310px;" src="http://www.almostvegan.com/archives/images/nog.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll stop with the rambles...I do feel I can do that sometimes...lol&lt;br /&gt;Til next time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9106828134648341656-989851571073580680?l=jayivey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/feeds/989851571073580680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9106828134648341656&amp;postID=989851571073580680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/989851571073580680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9106828134648341656/posts/default/989851571073580680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jayivey.blogspot.com/2008/11/only-little-over-week-left-til.html' title=''/><author><name>Jayivey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12046631551127010901</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T0EjYJdEe0o/SOXOYCPrOgI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9G5P4JLaxa8/S220/multitasking.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
