<?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-6833682573504530911</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:16:42.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MELISSASIM!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-872445068949370625</id><published>2010-09-18T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:06:37.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i pierced it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I pierced it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;my belly button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;took me forever to get myself to the store and actually jab a needle through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But I'm glad I did it, cause I really like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So here's the story:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;All morning, butterflies were making babies in my stomach. I was so nervous. Then my mom and I went to the store in Main Street. It's lame how your legal guardian has to be present if you're planning to get a piercing...if you're under 18. So lame. Well then my mom went and we picked out the ring I wanted. Then they led me into the "room" where I had to lay down. The guy that pierced me had a sanitary mask on so I couldn't see what he looked like. He had long hair and a rather tall and scrawny body. But then he told me to stand up and basically, he went down on me. NOT WHAT YOU THINK. He had to go on his knees while I was standing...which I don't think my asian mother was very comfortable with. But he marked things up and stuff, then told me to lay down. At this point, I think my mom had sort of a panic attack. But then he put on his gloves and whipped out two scary looking tools. One of which looks like something you would see in a surgical procedure. He clamped the top fold of my belly button with some clamping tool and proceeded to stare awkwardly at me. I assumed he was waiting for my nod. And so I motioned for my mom to walk over so I could squeeze her hand. MORAL SUPPORT. But she insisted to remain in the corner because she didn't really want to witness some stranger jab a needle through my skin. But she finally came over anyway. He then whips out this needle 35 TIMES BIGGER THAN A NORMAL LOOKING NEEDLE. That sort of made my mom felt like she was on the verge of passing out. He told me to take a deep breath in and as I exhaled, I felt this sharp pain that lasted approximately 1/2 a second. Kind of like someone just shot you. It was definitely a lot better than what I had anticipated. The pain was about a 4 on a scale of 1-10. It wasn't bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-872445068949370625?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/872445068949370625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-pierced-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/872445068949370625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/872445068949370625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-pierced-it.html' title='i pierced it.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4284429902863216356</id><published>2010-09-13T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:28:10.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M NOT AFRAID.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. I'm starting Jillian Michael's 30 Day Shred. Summer has fattened me a little and now I need to de-fattenize myself. Homecoming is in a month and my dress isn't zipping completely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. So I got to school today and everyone was down with either a flu or chest problems. Including me. My icky sinuses have been bothering me all day. What to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. Almond butter + coconut jam sandwich is my new favorite lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-4284429902863216356?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4284429902863216356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-afraid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4284429902863216356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4284429902863216356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-afraid.html' title='I&apos;M NOT AFRAID.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4293039063523727462</id><published>2010-09-02T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:33:07.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>telephone ma ma ma telephone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so Lady Gaga + Beyonce's telephone is currently stuck in ma head. It's addicting to some extent and now it's just plain jane annoying. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyway, school started (again) about 2 weeks ago. It's been stressful since Day 1. Can you imagine? This is supposed to be the most important/most stressful year of my life. K maybe not my life, but high school. ACTs/SATs...and to top it all off, IB Exams. I need a vacation, that's it!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So I was supposed to go back to KL this December but guess what ? Ya you guessed it. So my uncle planned a fat "family" vacation this December. After like 5 years, he suddenly decided that we should do an extended family vacation again. Of course when I plan to visit KL, things interrupt. Story of my life thank you. But on the bright side, I'll have a Caribbean beach vacation this winter and KL next summer. I guess I won't complain.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-4293039063523727462?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4293039063523727462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/09/telephone-ma-ma-ma-telephone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4293039063523727462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4293039063523727462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/09/telephone-ma-ma-ma-telephone.html' title='telephone ma ma ma telephone'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-939240829865138768</id><published>2010-08-06T09:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T09:58:09.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time to not be lazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So I just got home from Jamaica 3 days ago and I must say, it was the ultimate bomb diggity. I mean what could get better than unlimited restriction to sun, pools, swim-up bar, ocean...EVERYDAY. *silent shriek*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anyway, pics are up on facebook. Yes I swam with dolphins and stingrays. I must say, I definitely like the dolphins much better. Nothing against the stingrays, I'm just saying. Ziplining/flying fox was pretty fun as well. Haha I definitely felt like a jungle bird as I was flying next to one. How cool :-) Late night shows were amazing as well. I mean seriously, entertainment from 9:30-11 pm. Clubbing from 11-2am. Chhyeah!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-939240829865138768?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/939240829865138768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-to-not-be-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/939240829865138768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/939240829865138768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-to-not-be-lazy.html' title='time to not be lazy.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-5353795358009690789</id><published>2010-07-24T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T09:36:25.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kickboxing</title><content type='html'>i just got home from kickboxing with Michelle &amp;amp; Maddie. It wasn't too bad. I was expecting much more soreness but my &lt;i&gt;Insanity&lt;/i&gt; workout DVD kicked me into shape. You know what's awkward? As I was striking my downward facing dog pose, I looked out the door and saw my P.E. teacher staring right back at me. Ms. Jennings. Aaaaahhh then she frantically waved and I was like heeyyyyy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Rachel, Michelle, and I went to Waterworld on Wednesday. I had funnel cake for the first time! HOMG, so delicious. Please someone give me the recipe. Fried cake stuff with whipped cream and cherries on top. Yummmmmy. I think I just drooled on my table. Well 'nuf said bout the food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-5353795358009690789?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5353795358009690789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/kickboxing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5353795358009690789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5353795358009690789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/kickboxing.html' title='kickboxing'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-6504067667628642863</id><published>2010-07-19T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:08:52.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>congrats Iana Stoytcheva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd like to acknowledge that my dear European friend, Iana Stoytcheva, is now a proud employee of,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;SUBWAY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-6504067667628642863?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6504067667628642863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/congrats-iana-stoytcheva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6504067667628642863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6504067667628642863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/congrats-iana-stoytcheva.html' title='congrats Iana Stoytcheva'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-3566546676980084396</id><published>2010-07-17T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T20:34:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;no words can explain how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;fat&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; i feel right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;giant slice of cheesecake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;jalapeno chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I intend to get up at 5:30 tomorrow morning and insanely work out. Yes, that's my plan !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-3566546676980084396?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3566546676980084396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3566546676980084396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3566546676980084396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/fat.html' title='fat.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-1825801269392888191</id><published>2010-07-15T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T11:11:58.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waterworld, aquarium, zoo, pearl street</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i haven't really been doing anything in the past week and the half. Besides volunteering and more volunteering, I've been sitting my arse at home doing nothing. Which is partly why I have plenty planned for next week:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Aquarium with &lt;b&gt;SHOE&lt;/b&gt;...hopefully.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2. Pearl Street with Rachel and Cheesecake Factory after.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3. Denver Zoo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4. Waterworld with friends. (I'm so lame I've never been there)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Last night for some reason, I dreamt I was riding a giant ham. How awkward is that ? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh and just found out I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MIGHT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be able to attend Cempaka Prom the end of this year(Dec 16th). Yayaya ! mom said I might be able to fly back to M'sia alone a week before school gets out and live with &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ms. Karin Chong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; or something. I mean since everyone back there are seniors and graduates, I might as well take the effort to attend something so I see all of them one last time. Plus, it'll probably take some stress off IB Junior year ughhhhh !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-1825801269392888191?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1825801269392888191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/waterworld-aquarium-zoo-pearl-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1825801269392888191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1825801269392888191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/waterworld-aquarium-zoo-pearl-street.html' title='waterworld, aquarium, zoo, pearl street'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2257322843069065114</id><published>2010-07-12T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T15:55:39.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rot and die please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've never met someone so childish, annoying, and has absolutely no good qualities embedded in her. She might as well die or better yet, not have been born. All day, she sits around trying to pick fights and claiming that I "threaten to kill her" (wtf?) and when she doesn't try picking fights, she's raiding the food pantry, cleaning up all the already limited amount of food we have. That leaves me...starving. And when boredom is thrown at her, she finds ways to diagnose me with diseases I've never even heard of. In her perfect little shell-like world, everyone who doesn't share the same opinions as her are considered &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OUT OF ORDINARY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She also claims she's going to our FAMILY doctor and having a one-on-one moment to tell her how obnoxiously abnormal she thinks MY mind is. MY MIND. Hello? Family doctors aren't exactly trained to deal with minds. Even so, there is none wrong with my mind. She's gotta go check herself out. Please don't come bother me? There ain't nothing wrong with me. Just cause I don't eat when I'm bloated doesn't mean I have an eating disorder okay please? When my tummy is still extremely air-filled from lunch and I don't feel like eating dinner, it doesn't mean I'm starving myself and that I should immediately be shipped to rehab. And when I work out, it most definitely doesn't mean I'm OBSESSIVELY WORKING OUT. It's called keeping in shape. Please, life doesn't work this way woman. Doing so is rather known as normality. Now, you may live whatever life you wanna live and please do not bother mine. K thanks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2257322843069065114?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2257322843069065114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/rot-and-die-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2257322843069065114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2257322843069065114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/rot-and-die-please.html' title='rot and die please?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4058442587606949116</id><published>2010-07-04T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T17:41:34.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy fourth.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy 4th of July y'all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am going to see the display of fireworks tonight at Boulder County Fairground. I thought about blogging after the fireworks so I have pictures as proof but nay. Didn't feel like it. Last night was spent at a failed attempt of grilling hamburgers+hotdogs. Mostly Rachel's genius ideas. Lightning was all over so swimming was also a fail. But we ended up eating a whole bunch, getting in the hot tub, making lesbian moves, wii dancing it up, and also s'mor-ing it up. Pretty good if I may say. Oh, and we also had more lame attempt at fireworks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Quote(s) of the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me: "Ariel, your obliques are so engaged"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ariel: "Nah, it's just my fat rolling up all weird"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Me: "Michelle, do you feel my wet crotch?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Michelle: *awkward smirk*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That's it y'all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-4058442587606949116?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4058442587606949116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-fourth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4058442587606949116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4058442587606949116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-fourth.html' title='Happy fourth.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2793837009779210030</id><published>2010-07-02T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:23:36.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8th block.</title><content type='html'>Today, I was home all day until 5:30, when I had to go to work. Half way through cleaning plates and dirty dishes, my English teacher walks in. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Ms. Pomranka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She claims she "misses" 8th block. DOUBT IT. What teacher admits to missing a group of rowdy and annoying Sophomores at the end of every Day 2? Hahaha...but I do miss the class. Next year, fat chance that we'll all be in the same English class again. But yeah, we talked and she told me she had Lady GaGa's Telephone as her ringtone. Cool, teach, very cool. Definitely not weird at all. Imagine her phone ringing to GaGa in class and she starts dancing to it. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;OMG can we not think about thatttttttt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2793837009779210030?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2793837009779210030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/8th-block.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2793837009779210030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2793837009779210030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/8th-block.html' title='8th block.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-6743340364846574083</id><published>2010-07-01T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:10:34.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nothingness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/TC1lXM_GrAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iLUd5pvoQaw/s1600/IMG_8563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/TC1lXM_GrAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iLUd5pvoQaw/s200/IMG_8563.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489154970131803138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You like? I am pretty Buddha obsessed these days. It took my dad many years to even try and convince me to go to the temple once in a while. Now? It came so magically...I am now a hardcore Buddha believer...and you like it :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;You know them twiheart fans? I might be slowly morphing into one of em after watching the midnight premiere of Eclipse. I gotta admit, it was far better than the first two. Better directing. Better acting. Better love scenes. Just overall a better movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I'm still trying to get a job. It's hard! So called "teen jobs" are now taken over by over-aged adults. I doubt I'll find one anytime soon. Obama needs to do something. JOBLESS PEOPLE ARE TAKING OVER THE COUNTRY...and I'm one of them :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-6743340364846574083?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6743340364846574083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/nothingness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6743340364846574083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6743340364846574083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/07/nothingness.html' title='nothingness.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/TC1lXM_GrAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/iLUd5pvoQaw/s72-c/IMG_8563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-6671451239930062868</id><published>2010-06-27T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:22:54.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what summer is for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Yesterday night was spent ice blocking all the way! Fun stuff. Seriously, I could NOT feel my arse 10 minutes into it. It was begging for mercy. Ice blocking should definitely be made into an official Olympic sport. Such a workout! Going 80 miles/hr down the steep hill is sure fun, but carrying the 5 pound block of ice back up is a pain. Before long, the backside is soaked and numb and I could barely feel my baby tush. Well, then the walk back wasn't all that unexciting either. Of course, it was almost pass teenage curfew time and cops were starting to randomly pull up. But that definitely did NOT stop us from singing along to Journey. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;This morning I went to a pool party in Broomfield. It was mucho fun. There really isn't much to say about a pool party. It's self explanatory. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sam Sim, the sister, went off to London to visit Joanna today. At precisely this moment, she's probably sandwiched between two fat ol' guys on the plane. Hahahahaha. The thought of it makes me laugh. She'll be gone for 10 days, which means I pretty much get full access to her closet for that amount :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-6671451239930062868?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6671451239930062868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-what-summer-is-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6671451239930062868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6671451239930062868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-what-summer-is-for.html' title='this is what summer is for.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-5253322423059064436</id><published>2010-06-25T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:29:22.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sun burn</title><content type='html'>Went to the lake and got sunburned today. For the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;first&lt;/span&gt; time. I don't know if I like bright red looking thighs. But, 3 hours at the lake swimming and tanning was definitely summer fun. Shu was already as dark as she could get so everyone was jealous. Rachel definitely got two or three shades darker than her usual self. Jennie on the other hand, was red lobster all over. Yes, ALL OVER. Oh and about 2 hours into tanning, this one awkward, creepy guy swam to our dock area and asked if he could "share" some space. Funny thing is, the other float was obviously empty. Hmmm...don't blame him. He looks like he doesn't own a wife and who wouldn't want to hang out with a bunch of girls basically wearing nothing? Yea, I totally understand. Also...he had ugly toenails. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Gross...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then the rest of the evening was spent dish washing. Gross I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-5253322423059064436?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5253322423059064436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/06/sun-burnaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5253322423059064436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5253322423059064436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/06/sun-burnaa.html' title='sun burn'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-5745732424740132524</id><published>2010-06-23T19:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:02:57.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess who got her driver's license? And haircut?</title><content type='html'>Yes. I got my driver's license. Finally. After many years of waiting, I passed it the first time. The instructor was incredibly weird though. And evil. I mean TWO TRAFFIC VIOLATIONS? Come on. I'm not that bad of a driver. As a matter of fact, I'm wicked hell as good! But I passed :-) We'll never see her again. Anyway, the rest of my day consisted of driving from place to place to pick up+drop off job applications. I need a job...sadly. Like many other teeners, I happen to enjoy spending $ and it's time I stop being broke. Then...*dramatic pause* I got a haircut. I was like "Hey, I'd like some bangs". &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"OKAY! *snip snap snip*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It looked fine when I stepped out of the salon but the air coming out of the A/C damaged it and now I can't seem to make it fly the way I want it to! Aaaaahhh annoyance. What to do what to do. I guess I should just bobby pin it to the side I want it to stay and hope it stays that way. Or I could always pin it back. Or I could also wait for it to grow out longer. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-5745732424740132524?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5745732424740132524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/06/guess-who-got-her-drivers-license-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5745732424740132524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5745732424740132524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/06/guess-who-got-her-drivers-license-and.html' title='guess who got her driver&apos;s license? And haircut?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2398508748898830140</id><published>2010-06-21T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T15:00:26.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's crackalakin.</title><content type='html'>so i'm getting my license in 2 days. *silent scream continuously*&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But besides that, I am finally going to set foot in Elitches tomorrow. It's been a little longer than a year now and I can't wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I noticed that I constantly revive this blog approximately every 3 months or so. It dies and rises from the death...on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So father's day was yesterday. HAPPY FATHER'S DAY FATHA. He's prolly having a good time in heaven. We went to Boulder's &lt;i&gt;the kitchen&lt;/i&gt; for brunch. Not only was the food great, the servers consisted ONLY of hot men ranging from 20-25 years of age and none shorter than 5'11. Sleek and gentlemenly, I almost died when one offered me a drink on the house. *more silent shrieks* Then we left to Flatirons for some shopping. And I thought things couldn't get any better until I saw this giant sign displayed outside of Victoria's Secret. "SEMI-ANNUAL SALE".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah you guessed it, I went crazy. I got everything that would usually add up to $100 in under TEN BUCKS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we proceeded to my aunt &amp;amp; uncle's house for a father's day barbecue. Steak, delish. That was basically it for yesterday. Today happens to be far worse than yesterday. Worse in the manner that I went back to getting up at noon and did nothing since then. Hmmmmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2398508748898830140?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2398508748898830140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-crackalakin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2398508748898830140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2398508748898830140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/06/whats-crackalakin.html' title='what&apos;s crackalakin.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2640907115242811842</id><published>2010-06-19T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T12:56:10.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer.</title><content type='html'>sick and uptight. I might actually love my life for once. Summer has officially begun. Actually, it kind of did a month ago. Since then, I've only been eating, sleeping, and having pointless adventures with friends of Longmont. We've been frantically trying to complete CAS hours while catching up/having fun at the same time. Last night was the cancer &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;relay for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Best time of my life. Well...I wouldn't say "of my life" but it was rather close. We talked and walked all night. At precisely 3am or so, a shooting star flew right by. Aaaahh it still seems fake. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I've had this sudden miss for my friends in KL this past week. They're now busy people trying to complete the last 6 months of high school. Hopefully it ain't that bad...i'm praying for yall, don't worry. It feels like ages since I've kept up with what's going on with their lives...but that's what facebookey is for!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2640907115242811842?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2640907115242811842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2640907115242811842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2640907115242811842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer.html' title='summer.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2386420919630473117</id><published>2010-01-24T09:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T09:56:07.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden epiphany.</title><content type='html'>So I had a sudden epiphany about blogging again. The last time was 4 months ago and I guess I've really been slacking off crazily. I'M BACK ON TRACK BABYY. So, yesterday, I had this long-ass convo w/ Aly about our lil' mofo trip to Melbourne together this summer. My mom kind of agreed but she just said she needed to confirm it w/ Aly's mama and such. Besides that, I don't really see a reason NOT to let me go. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My schedule today is slightly packed-ish:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 1:30, I'm meeting Jennie @ Sports Authority so we could get our lil' outfits put together for Sadies this Saturday. For all of ya'll who needs to know what that means...It's the Sadie Hawkins Costume Dance. So the girls invite the guys to go and you dress up blablabla. Jennie+I decided that we're gonna go together cause obviously, we're cooler than the geekguys. We decided to be some 80's diva workouts queens. Ya know the ones with neon leggings, leg warmers, spandex, and sports bra? Ya those. I'll post the pics soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2386420919630473117?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2386420919630473117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/01/sudden-epiphany.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2386420919630473117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2386420919630473117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2010/01/sudden-epiphany.html' title='Sudden epiphany.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-8670242851921364593</id><published>2009-09-01T22:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:49:33.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i simply don't understand</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I simply don't understand how someone can change so drastically in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matter of months. Everything that used to matter is like nothing now. Paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white. I'm not upset or anything, just disappointed and pretty darn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confuzzled. This might just be the definition of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;losing hope&lt;/span&gt;. You know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was just a little something I can never seem to figure out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and probably never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-8670242851921364593?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8670242851921364593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-simply-dont-understand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8670242851921364593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8670242851921364593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-simply-dont-understand.html' title='i simply don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-898830580035434473</id><published>2009-08-31T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:45:19.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The United States Constitution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constitution for the United States of America."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yeah okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-898830580035434473?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/898830580035434473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/08/united-states-constitution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/898830580035434473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/898830580035434473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/08/united-states-constitution.html' title='The United States Constitution.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-8915239318153700581</id><published>2009-08-17T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:56:16.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cows !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's up yo !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in 3 days and I'm strangely ready/unready for it. Ready because I just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am. Unready because homework is not yet completed. Anyway, update on the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days. I went to Hannah's party which &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as a Pearl Street Scavenger hunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Som0ZPoEj4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/1G5afrZzowE/s1600-h/6411_138892808227_620488227_3440651_6848029_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 148px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Som0ZPoEj4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/1G5afrZzowE/s200/6411_138892808227_620488227_3440651_6848029_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371022376400359298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Som0ny6Y50I/AAAAAAAAAH8/mwdzU2SVs0I/s1600-h/6411_138892898227_620488227_3440665_4367322_n.jpg"&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/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Som0ny6Y50I/AAAAAAAAAH8/mwdzU2SVs0I/s200/6411_138892898227_620488227_3440665_4367322_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371022626390599490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my batteries charging at Jennie's so I couldn't take any pictures but these were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some I found on facebook. Also, then it wa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;s sophomore orientation day and we took&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;D pictures and stuff like that. Later that day, Jennie had a partay at her house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Som1QlWHo7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/EcaJL9AViJQ/s1600-h/5335_1121981133143_1335535996_30273431_5930671_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Som1QlWHo7I/AAAAAAAAAIE/EcaJL9AViJQ/s200/5335_1121981133143_1335535996_30273431_5930671_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371023327123448754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yes we got a little into baking so we had our gears on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's currently good. Sophomore year is going to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see ya later :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-8915239318153700581?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8915239318153700581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/08/cows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8915239318153700581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8915239318153700581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/08/cows.html' title='cows !'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Som0ZPoEj4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/1G5afrZzowE/s72-c/6411_138892808227_620488227_3440651_6848029_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-6940410337182091833</id><published>2009-08-09T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:29:44.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i was less tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am like always tired these days. I don't know why. Like my mom would walk in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and catch me "falling asleep with my eyes open"...if you know what I mean. I'm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just always staring at the blank ceiling, thinking of mere nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been digging green tea. Yum. I think I have like an obsession&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with it or something. But here's the catch. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE DRINKING GREEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEA. BUT I ABSOLUTELY HATE GREEN TEA ICE CREAM or in this case, anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELSE that is green tea flavored besides tea. In conclusion, I am weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is almost over and I am not a tad bit close to completing homework. I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also not very excited to. If only I could snip snap my fingers and everything is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finished! *snip snap* okay, not working. Anyway, I do have stuff planned for the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next couple of days. Tomorrow, I plan to be productive(Haha Melissa) and have a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good portion of my stuff done. First step: Waking up earlier than 11(Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melissa again) On Tuesday, I will be off to Hannah's party which is supposed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be "a heck-a-load of surprise fun". Hopefully. It's about time I have some fun in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life. Then on Wednesday, it's Sophomore orientation day at school...which&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;further proves how summer is pretty much over and IB kids have no lives again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be chillin with ma home-diggity-slice Ellie Wednesday night. It's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been LONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-6940410337182091833?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6940410337182091833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-was-less-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6940410337182091833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6940410337182091833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wish-i-was-less-tired.html' title='i wish i was less tired.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2568496198305335404</id><published>2009-08-03T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T18:19:32.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday, August 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Life is giving me lemons. Now why haven't I made lemonade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow, I'm going over to Allison's to celebrate her birthday! Yes I've got this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kickbutt gift for her from Malaysia...or should I say gifts. I am positive she will like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it...wait no, LOVE it. And I think we're going to Cinzetti's for lunch or something. Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, after gaining 12 pounds in Malaysia, I am now going to an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Italian all-you-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can-eat buffet.&lt;/span&gt; This needs to be under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthdays, I am excited for mine...which happens to be half a year away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So scratch that. This past 2 days, I have been working on my History homework,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to get somewhere close to finishing. From 26 events to research, I now only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have 9 more to go. WHOO baby, I'll get there. And after this, I will still have to finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reading 3/4 of a book for English. It doesn't end there. I have a whole other book I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't even started. And its a freakin poem. The teacher wants me to read a book of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assorted poems over the summer. Ew. She's lucky I even know the title of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flattering poem delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I hurt my right hip/thigh. I swear someone's playing tricks on me. This is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the summary of my life(this year):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;1) I sprained my right wrist playing tennis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;2) I sprained my right ankle running which then caused me to miss my big AND last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;tennis tournament not to mention the fact that I had to wear this heavy, cast-boot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;strappy thing on my right leg for like 2 weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;3) I hyper-extended my left ankle from running which caused me to have to wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;some heel extension thing in my shoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;4) I came back from Malaysia to find that I gained 12 pounds WITHOUT EVEN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;TRYING...which isn't the problem. The problem is stated in #5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;5) I went back into my usual morning 2.4 miles jog again and sprained my right hip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jolly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2568496198305335404?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2568496198305335404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-august-3rd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2568496198305335404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2568496198305335404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/08/tuesday-august-3rd.html' title='Tuesday, August 3rd'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-5803894107529954179</id><published>2009-07-30T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T01:33:37.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you want meeee you know I want cha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;HAHA hello. I am back. Yes, in Longmont. I have grown grown to love long airplane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;rides. It never occurred to me that I did until today when I was in the middle of one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;The fact that you can sleep, watch movies, sleep more, eat, and then sleep more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;again is simply paradise. Now, if only the seats were somehow morphed into &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;beds...then I'd practically live in the airplane. Anyway, I got home at like 10 and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;immediately flung myself toward the piano. Yes, never thought I'd miss it so much. It &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;was only a month and I couldn't handle it. AND THEN I WENT AND TOOK A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;SHOWER AND FELT INSECURE! not that there was someone stalking me or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;something...but my shampoo and body wash were used up more than half. I mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;hello, I just bought it like a week before I left and when I return, more than half is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;gone? hmm. Not to freak myself out or anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Being back means forcing myself to atleast start thinking about the load of summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;homework that has yet to be started. I have 2 weeks. SO ALL YOU PEOPLE, text &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;me. Its been long since I've made use of the unlimited texting package I have. Night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-5803894107529954179?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5803894107529954179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-you-want-meeee-you-know-i-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5803894107529954179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5803894107529954179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-know-you-want-meeee-you-know-i-want.html' title='I know you want meeee you know I want cha'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-592287043532369731</id><published>2009-07-24T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T10:08:20.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back i'm back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm back I'm back. It's been long. As I said before, it's mind boggling to get internet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;access over here. I am already leaving in 4 days. Wednesday! Im sort of excited but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sad at the same time to leave people over here. IF ONLY I COULD TAKE 'EM ALL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ALONG. The past 3 weeks have been funnishly boring. Since Aly left back to Aussie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyone here has been busy with school and I have no one to chill out with on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;weekdays except mummy's overaged friends :[ And all they do is talk talk talk talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;while having lunch and then move on to another restaurant and talk more. Yeah talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But besides that, I also discovered that I gained about 10 pounds. Haha that has gotta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;come right off when I go back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We went to Pangkor Laut 2 days ago. It was a private island that was amazing...except &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for the flies and mosquitoes. Now that we're back, we're just doing last minute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hangouts and shopping for stuff. It's about time to go back! One month is way too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;long. Next year, it's ONLY GOING TO BE 2 WEEKS! Yes and we're not even back in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Longmont yet and my mother is already planning a trip to Houston this fall to visit a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friend. And then we might be doing Brazil or something the end of this year. And next &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;summer, she's also thinking London OR Malaysia. Yeah...all the plane rides are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gonna kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-592287043532369731?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/592287043532369731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/592287043532369731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/592287043532369731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-back-im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back i&apos;m back'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-5236693500418236740</id><published>2009-07-09T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:12:24.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been long I know. I haven't had a computer/laptop to go on. Anyway, the past &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;week has been okayly amazing. Our luggages were finally not missing but screw the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;airport peeps for losing our belongings. We are truly a lucky family...first, ALL our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;luggages went missing...and then when they were found, TWO COACH PURSES that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;belonged to SOMEONE ELSE got stolen by who knows what. Yes, we're lucky people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway, I've only been eating+eating so much, it's fatty day everyday. Especially with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mah homie Aly. Haha since all the others are in school, she's the only one i've been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hangin with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This Sunday, I'm going to go watch Fame with Karin Chong. Woman, I will see you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's already been 2 weeks since I arrived. Another 2 weeks and I'm a gonner. Back to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;US. Back to Longmont. Back to school and Americans. Back to hamburgers and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;steaks and SUSHI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-5236693500418236740?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5236693500418236740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5236693500418236740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5236693500418236740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/07/oh-back.html' title='oh back.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-7559296718390223043</id><published>2009-06-26T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:43:17.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I leave tomorrow :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;AHH. I leave tomorrow. Freakin tomorrow. Double freaking tomorrow. I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am so excited besides the fact that I am not even close to finish packing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME SO LAZY. And I am not looking forward to the 20-something long hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flight there either. Once that is over, it's paradise for a month :) I am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting ready to go to Mainstreet for my boob's party...yes, that's Ellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're beading! HAHA, OH and I went driving yesterday. Ok I'm not gonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lie but I freaked out at first then got used to it. I swear if there were cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, I would have ran over all of them. Seriously. Then I drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah excitingness. Ok I'm gonna stop here, I sound kind of retarded being all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited for a mere drive even though it's like a daily thing for most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna go driving again today but then the sky decided to pour giant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buckets of water. Buckets and buckets...or maybe the clouds were just too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavy. It's been raining everyday since the day school ended. I hope the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weather in Malaysia isn't as crappy as it is over here. But then again, living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in like a "desert" isn't too amazing anyway. So maybe a little bit of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;droplets here and there but nothing too drastic. Back to the trip. Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't describe how much I am looking forward to seeing Karin and Aly and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like everyone else besides them. Dude it's been more than 2 whole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaking years and friendships usually don't last when we're separated for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this long. But thankfully for the amazing modern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;technology(internet/facebook), we keep in touch everyday! I wonder what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be like to be back to my old asian life again...I guess we'll just have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see. 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-7559296718390223043?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7559296718390223043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-leave-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7559296718390223043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7559296718390223043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-leave-tomorrow.html' title='I leave tomorrow :)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-1940558817377612219</id><published>2009-06-24T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:52:00.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN'T WAIT FOR SATURDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I can't wait for Saturday. I will finally be leaving! I've been anticipating this for 2 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now and I can finally feel it...aaaahhhh! But the only thing that bothers me is this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid new Malaysian rule: "Everyone who travels from the United States or Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Malaysia are AUTOMATICALLY quarantined(locked up for 7 days) at home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOTHAA EFFF. But really, we have the advantage since we don't really look like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans. I can easily blend in with the gazillion number of asians I'd find. At least&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until I start talking...HAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you would think that I am completely care free for the last few days before I leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no. I have so much to do. So much that's planned. Today, some people are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming over to hang out and tomorrow, I am going over to Elizabeth's place to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some last minute talk+hang out before I leave. And then on Friday, I'm going to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in Main Street with Ellie and some friends to celebrate her birthday. Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on Saturday morning, I'm gonna have to get ready for my uber long plane ride. And I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't even thought of packing yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's like "you can't bring too much stuff since we all know you're gonna blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off money in Malaysia", Which is true...but what on earth am I supposed to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;behind!? AH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-1940558817377612219?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1940558817377612219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-wait-for-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1940558817377612219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1940558817377612219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-cant-wait-for-saturday.html' title='I CAN&apos;T WAIT FOR SATURDAY!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-3487225831745254329</id><published>2009-06-22T11:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T12:06:06.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>total sense of accomplishment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;YES I FINISHED WHATEVER I DID! If you don't know what I'm talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about then you're:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1) Not one of my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Zoning out when I was telling you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I hate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I forgot to tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I don't feel like you needed to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) You don't happen to be one of my friends living in the US of A. In that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   case, FACEBOOK ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY. I'm having a "Tan while eating on Melissa's deck" party this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday. Haha, I just kinda slapped it together cause I really needed a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason for people to come over to see my new SHAZAM. And also because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving for a whole freaking month this Saturday so I might as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see my girls for one last time because LET'S FACE IT, once I step off the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;airplane and into Malaysia, I'd forget EVERYTHING that happened here for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past 2 years. Yes, I mean all I'd be able to think about is my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back there and food and shopping and the overbearingly amazing tan I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would get. I can't text/call anyone from over here when I'm gone and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet connection is close to impossible. Living in my grandparents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house, it would be more than a miracle if somehow, I got access to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;internet. So the only way I'd be able to is when I'm at KARIN CHONG'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOUSE which would probably be like every other weekend or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no worries, a month would fly by and before I know it, I'm on the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plane coming back here with lik 19 more days before the start of my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sophomore year. EW. Speaking of which, I haven't exactly gotten close to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finishing homework. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note to Aly:&lt;/span&gt; If you're reading this, I need you to know that I am super&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jealous of the fact that you are already in KL and that the agonizing plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flight is over for you. I love you and I will see you in exactly one week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-3487225831745254329?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3487225831745254329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/total-sense-of-accomplishment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3487225831745254329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3487225831745254329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/total-sense-of-accomplishment.html' title='total sense of accomplishment.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-8891325780615217072</id><published>2009-06-18T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:21:31.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excitement :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I just figured out the most exciting thing today. I am going to paint one wall in my room with zebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stripes. YES. And Rachel is gonna come over tomorrow to help me with it. Haha, I have had the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most awkward ideas this past few days. Oh and I'm also planning to get this wall hanging nail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;polish rack to display all my nail polishes. There's just too many for me to fit it in like a box and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;figured I should just display it on my wall. YES? NO?    YES OF COURSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I went out to lunch with Rachel at Panera Bread. Delicious. Yum. She updated me on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her trip to Italy and I updated her about...well, every detail I suppose. Then we went to Ulta and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took forever to pick out another nail polish. I mean hello! There's like abundant options for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to pick from and I only wanted to buy one(I'm kind of broke fyi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a day to look forward to. The day I zebra-fy my room. It's the touch I need so my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;room is more "Melissa". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-8891325780615217072?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8891325780615217072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/excitement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8891325780615217072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8891325780615217072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/excitement.html' title='excitement :)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-1726822980938585481</id><published>2009-06-15T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:18:39.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>homework overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I thought, what the heck? I might as well start doing homework since I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;promise my mother I would finish it before we leave in like 12 days. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;didn't think it would be that hard until I got to researching the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Revolutionary War. OMG! There's a shitload of information to research &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;about and I am almost 100% positive we do NOT need to know all of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;to move on with life. I mean what's wrong with the history teachers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;nowadays? It's already bad enough to assign homework over the summer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;which by the way is nice and warm so pretty much EVERYONE would much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;rather tan than do homework. But anyway, I sat here for 2 hours straight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;researching all these events and I got nowhere. Good job. I only managed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;to research 5 events and there's another 21 more to go. Ok ew?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Homework blows. Imma go eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-1726822980938585481?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1726822980938585481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/homework-overload.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1726822980938585481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1726822980938585481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/homework-overload.html' title='homework overload'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-3871699783848311606</id><published>2009-06-13T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:20:35.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dip in da pool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SjQ0J6cmSPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Co_5iopl0RU/s1600-h/IMG_6033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SjQ0J6cmSPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Co_5iopl0RU/s200/IMG_6033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346956002508294386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;So me, Jennie, Allison, Elizabeth, and Sam went swimming at Sunset Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today. It was nice until the sun decided to let itself be kidnapped. Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raincame pouring down not long later. If only the sky would stop being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;@#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;and think of others!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-3871699783848311606?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3871699783848311606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/dip-in-da-pool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3871699783848311606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3871699783848311606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/dip-in-da-pool.html' title='Dip in da pool'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SjQ0J6cmSPI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Co_5iopl0RU/s72-c/IMG_6033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-1472696829610590888</id><published>2009-06-11T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:46:26.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have recently came to my senses that I have never had a burger ever. I thought I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, they were sandwiches. I couldn't tell the difference before...now I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOOTSICLES! I have never had a hamfreakinburger in my life. That is about to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change this summah baby! And to think that I was criticizing Karin for never having&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one before. Turns out, I haven't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self: SANDWICHES ARE HEALTHIER THAN HAMBURGERS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...crazy thing. A couple days ago, my aunt told us she had a dream bout my daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arriving in the US for the first time. And 2 nights ago, my mom had a dream bout him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coming in our house and just "looking around". It was weird cause my mom came to a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conclusion that his "soul" arrived in the US to look out for us. Ya, I thought she was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy UNTIL LAST NIGHT. I HAD A DREAM ABOUT HIM walking in my room and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my sister's and he was like "wow, I bought you guys a nice house". And I swear, I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up this morning going all "HOLY CRAP, HE'S HERE!!!" Hahaha. I guess that's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- Swimming with mi amigos this Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- Going to Auntie Wendy's house this Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- The sun to reappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;- Malaysia on the 27th in exactly 16 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I HAVE A PASSION FOR FOOD. NO, SERIOUSLY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-1472696829610590888?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1472696829610590888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-recently-came-to-my-sense-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1472696829610590888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1472696829610590888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-recently-came-to-my-sense-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-6883861705892304438</id><published>2009-06-08T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:22:17.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh oh oh oh 20 days baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Yes. 20 days until I return home to Malaysia. Well, I wouldn't exactly say returning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"home" cause technically that's not my home. But my girlies are back there so screw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;the 20-something hour long plane ride! BRING IT ON. I would say the next 20 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;before I hop on the plane would be the longest 20 days ever. Yes, longer than the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;20 days before school ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Summer is pretty much betraying me right now na na na na. I mean good god, look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;outside and all I see is oodles and bundles of oversized gray fluffs(yes, I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;clouds). Where the hell is my love(the sun)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Neways, the past like 2 weeks I've been too lazy to even turn on my computer...hence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;not blogging. I've only been facebook mobile-ing. It's so much easier that way. And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;basically it was nothing but boringness for the past 2 weeks. I went to the Kissfm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;summer bash concert with Iana and Alejandro and DROOLED OVER WE THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;KINGS AND PLAIN WHITE T'S. HOMG! Haha, Iana and I had an exceptional LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;for Matt Nathanson. Him and his ice cream speech. Don't we al love ice cream? I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;know you don't get it...you're only gonna get it if you were at the concert :) And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;yesterday, we had brunch at CPK and went to flatirons after that. I blew $252 bucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Aah, I hate ALWAYS spending so much on Sundays but heck, it makes me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Just watch my trip back to Malaysia be nothing but buying crabs all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Jennifer Casey Poole, Allison Souhrada, Ellie Marie Daw, and Lindsey Belaga WENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;TO ELITCH'S yesterday. Dangit I wish I could've gone. But we just might so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;swimming @ Sunset pool this coming Sunday. Hopefully.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;OH YEAH, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNIE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I finally bucked up my deepest inner will to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;buy those fantamazing zebra shorts from Target. Yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and I got it!    be proud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-6883861705892304438?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6883861705892304438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-oh-oh-oh-20-days-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6883861705892304438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6883861705892304438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-oh-oh-oh-20-days-baby.html' title='oh oh oh oh 20 days baby!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-1766297808996504566</id><published>2009-05-28T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:47:30.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohmygod. I eat too much. Whatever. It's summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I just came to a sudden realization that I eat &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; when&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. That needs to be fixed. Like immediately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, random fact: I just love talking to my fatty, Aly. She's like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;constantly making me all excited for food in general. Haha, things are just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;significantly better when she's around. *I know you're reading this, hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Good news. After tomorrow, there's no need for me practice some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boring old piano pieces anymore. Well at least for a couple of months. Ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, I realized that I'm leaving is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;less than a month.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;omg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? Facebook just told me that I'm a FATTY. WTF? Go rot in hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-1766297808996504566?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1766297808996504566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohmygod-i-eat-too-much-whatever-its.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1766297808996504566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1766297808996504566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/ohmygod-i-eat-too-much-whatever-its.html' title='ohmygod. I eat too much. Whatever. It&apos;s summer.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-7296203601755954119</id><published>2009-05-27T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T15:00:58.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sh237dYsZoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/m4Eq1ZKyGWI/s1600-h/IMG_5881.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/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sh237dYsZoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/m4Eq1ZKyGWI/s320/IMG_5881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340626965259642498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sh23wePvgoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eVUnnHu2jcQ/s1600-h/IMG_5906.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/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sh23wePvgoI/AAAAAAAAAHY/eVUnnHu2jcQ/s320/IMG_5906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340626776511971970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sh23nB-F1fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/n4NxXCyyX7E/s1600-h/4653_1130703917573_1526500371_310912_7958707_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sh23nB-F1fI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/n4NxXCyyX7E/s320/4653_1130703917573_1526500371_310912_7958707_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340626614302922226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sh23iB0fHJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4M90uhpZJVE/s1600-h/4653_1130702317533_1526500371_310902_4632263_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sh23iB0fHJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4M90uhpZJVE/s320/4653_1130702317533_1526500371_310902_4632263_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340626528363289746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sh23I-lUeKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yPEin7V4p7Q/s1600-h/n1526500371_310909_4653830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sh23I-lUeKI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yPEin7V4p7Q/s320/n1526500371_310909_4653830.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340626097997641890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;So, the past couple of days has been parties to hangouts to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more hangouts and movie nights. Haha. Instead of talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about it, I'm just gonna post pictures to see for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-7296203601755954119?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7296203601755954119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/whooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7296203601755954119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7296203601755954119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/whooo.html' title='whooo!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sh237dYsZoI/AAAAAAAAAHg/m4Eq1ZKyGWI/s72-c/IMG_5881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-6407386374265514321</id><published>2009-05-23T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T18:22:33.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Shig80mO_II/AAAAAAAAAG4/g_hzizjABvw/s1600-h/IMG_5605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Shig80mO_II/AAAAAAAAAG4/g_hzizjABvw/s320/IMG_5605.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339194325019327618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/ShiguWS2eWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yYrew0EZNis/s1600-h/IMG_5654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/ShiguWS2eWI/AAAAAAAAAGw/yYrew0EZNis/s320/IMG_5654.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339194076366797154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/ShiglhH_ryI/AAAAAAAAAGo/bPZG6M_H9qk/s1600-h/IMG_5684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/ShiglhH_ryI/AAAAAAAAAGo/bPZG6M_H9qk/s320/IMG_5684.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339193924655230754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/ShigdrxZ0YI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gPeTJiDuSMc/s1600-h/IMG_5697.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/ShigdrxZ0YI/AAAAAAAAAGg/gPeTJiDuSMc/s320/IMG_5697.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339193790074311042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/ShigWa_a07I/AAAAAAAAAGY/G-ORts96pPU/s1600-h/IMG_5704.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/_dQEN3lMu1FM/ShigWa_a07I/AAAAAAAAAGY/G-ORts96pPU/s320/IMG_5704.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339193665310610354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yes. I'm not dead. It's been a hectic week of finals and it's FINALLY over. Summer for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months babay! It hasn't kicked in yet. Maybe it will once I don't have to wake up at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 every morning. Anyway, so I'm pretty much sure that I failed my Bio final. Not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even like fail. I totally PHAILED it with a capital P. English was hard but I'm not as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worried about it. Then Math and History were the ones I had less trouble with. But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever, it's all over I'm not even gonna think about it until the report card shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up. Anyway, yesterday, Rachel had a pre-summer partay at her house. It was a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moment of pure excitement. I didn't even know she had a hot tub! Gosh! Well we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walked to her nearby lake and took a swim when it was raining. Stupid sky. Then we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to leave after like 10 minutes because there were lightning. We were all soaked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up so we dried off by playing frisby at the park and then hopping into her hot tub. It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was nice :) Then we dried off and set up the fireplace for smores. YUM! And before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we knew it, it was time to leave. It would've been a sleepover but Rachel's brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley is graduating the next morning so we couldn't spend the night. We took too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many pictures. I'll post them up in a little bit. So today, I went to Elizabeth's sister's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduation party at her house. Let me tell you, chocolate...amazing! I could see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;myself gulping down the chocolate fountain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-6407386374265514321?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6407386374265514321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6407386374265514321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6407386374265514321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Shig80mO_II/AAAAAAAAAG4/g_hzizjABvw/s72-c/IMG_5605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4707256320459279675</id><published>2009-05-16T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:43:45.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ohhh baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK so yesterday was basically crash a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nd burn day. I was so tired. I stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school until 6 for the tennis ban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;et which by the way was TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUCH FUN! And then I had to go straight to work from there :( Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone brought a ton of food and y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;up, there was just too much. Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ofcourse, we were all in shorts and tank tops to achieve amazing tan lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. We took lots of pictures, which I will post in just a minute. Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ecided to start a cake fight and Jennie was the first target. Haha, half her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; was like cake smacked! Funny! Then we played tennis and M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tennis. Oh ya! And they gave out two awards...one to Jennie for being the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ost improved player and one to Emily for being the most "reliable". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome! The rest of the evening was pretty much eating/chatting/signing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yearbooks/tanning/tennis at the tennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; courts. Anyway, tomorrow...a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bunch of us are having a obnoxious freshmen party at Baskin Robbins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa...me, Jennie, Sam, possible Mic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;helle, and Ellie are the ONLY people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know of that are going to be there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I heard Sam decided to invite like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 others. So Baskin Robbins is gon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;na be packed with obnoxious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freshmen. It's supposed to be a "study session" for finals...but I'm pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ure there are gonna be more chit cha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tting and eating ice cream. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am looking forward to that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sg8V5rqkelI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8bzt-83nOIg/s1600-h/editIMG_5395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sg8V5rqkelI/AAAAAAAAAFo/8bzt-83nOIg/s320/editIMG_5395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336508164175329874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sg8WHDGlsmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/viCef2dKhng/s1600-h/n1597486231_453682_537011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sg8WHDGlsmI/AAAAAAAAAFw/viCef2dKhng/s320/n1597486231_453682_537011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336508393805165154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sg8XFwWvj4I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Zj9NGQ9VMqo/s1600-h/IMG_5389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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It's not functioning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I am too tired today. No joke. I could barely stay awake reading the novel in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English and in Bio I almost like completely knocked out. And then I had to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walk 2 freakin miles in PE under the blazing hot sun and that didn't really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help. When I got home, I had to get ready for piano lessons even though I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was pretty much dozing off when she went on and on and having the right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"techniques". Only a couple more days of school until finals and I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang in there Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm Dying !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-8015586300347838057?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8015586300347838057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-too-tired-its-not-functioning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8015586300347838057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8015586300347838057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-too-tired-its-not-functioning.html' title='I&apos;m too tired. It&apos;s not functioning.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4032815806450865610</id><published>2009-05-10T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:53:09.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waaaaaahahahahhahah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;OKAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;to all the mothers out there. We went out to baseline for brunch today, and then drove to Flatirons to do shopping for the rest of the day. T'was fun. I made a vow to get myself the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Juicy Couture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;purse the next time I return to Nordstrom...and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;wallet(aahhh it's so pretty). So this week coming up is gonna be hectic I tell you. It's the last full week of school we have! Next week is basically 2 days of doing nothing and 3 half days of finals. Then it's 3 months of sun+tanning+vacation+friends+food. Oh good god just come already! Anyway, since it's the last full week of school, the teachers are piling up everything. So tests+projects+homeworks+essays are all gonna be crammed into this week. WOW. I'd be surprised if I don't die by the end of next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-4032815806450865610?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4032815806450865610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/waaaaaahahahahhahah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4032815806450865610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4032815806450865610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/waaaaaahahahahhahah.html' title='waaaaaahahahahhahah'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-6173982116590114555</id><published>2009-05-09T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T21:49:55.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>overwhelming tiredness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I am so tired today, you have no idea. Okay back track...yesterday after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school, Ellie and I went to the badminton tournament all prepped up to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dominate! Ofcourse, they paired us up with two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;NAVY PLAYERS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy. Then we were sure we were gonna be creamed. You should've seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the facial expressions of my friends when Ms. Jennings announces our&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opponent. But we didn't suck! We were actually pretty amazing at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badminton. Of course, we lost. 21: 13. That's not too bad. I was expecting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like a 21:1 score. Anyway, then after that Rachel and I went to Target to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get stuff for baking! We thought that Jennie wouldn't have anything at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;house so we got a ton of cake mixes, a dozen eggs, and like a whole lot of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butter. Well then we went to Jennie's house with all these stuff and find out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that she has like 2 dozens of eggs, countless sticks of butter, and more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cake mixes than we bought! OKAY THEN! When Allison got there, she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously didn't get the "don't buy anymore stuff" memo so she pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much bought double the ingredients we already had. Yeah...we could've&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made like 500 cookies+brownies+cupcakes from everything we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Anyway, the rest of the night was pretty energized until about 11,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when everyone started crashing. Everything was crazy. Then the next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning, I came home and got ready for Michelle, Shu, Jade, Isra, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailey to come over for the Spanish project. It was the most hilarious thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever! Michelle had her crutches and we dolled her up in Bleh clothes. Then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she went out to my driveway and we did our filming outside when my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neighbors were like pulling up every two seconds. Haha it was hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we made Shu wear this hideous pink theatre dress and ride my bike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around the loop. PEOPLE WERE STARING. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-6173982116590114555?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6173982116590114555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/overwhelming-tiredness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6173982116590114555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6173982116590114555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/overwhelming-tiredness.html' title='overwhelming tiredness'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-1782274085480109004</id><published>2009-05-07T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:14:55.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>omg busy weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I know it's not even here yet but I must say, I'm not really looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forward to the weekend. SO MUCH STUFF THAT NEEDS TO BE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACCOMPLISHED! Ok so tomorrow after school, Ellie and I are staying after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to earn extra credit by enrolling ourselves in a badminton tournament. We&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suck but whatever ok! And then right after that, I'm gonna have to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;straight home, take a shower, and then meet up with Allison and Rachel at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some grocery store to buy supplies for cookies. And then after finishing up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will drive down to Jen's house at 6 and spend all night baking cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cupcakes for service hours. Then next morning, I'm gonna have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rush back home, take a shower and at 1:00, Kailey, Jade, Michelle, Isra,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Shu are coming over to do our Spanish project. That should probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take up the entire afternoon+night. UGH! Then that leaves me Sunday to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;study for the Odyssey test, do history homework, study for the math test,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get started on the ridiculous English "vocab" assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaahhhhh! Who are the idiots who claim that school gets "easier" as it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;approaches summer? Bullcrap! I can't wait for next week to be over cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're not gonna have anymore homework+assignments after that. But&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then again I REALLY can't wait for the following week to be over...then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're finally gonna be done with finals and SCHOOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-1782274085480109004?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1782274085480109004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-busy-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1782274085480109004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1782274085480109004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/omg-busy-weekend.html' title='omg busy weekend'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-282342669530844809</id><published>2009-05-06T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:55:44.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ride and run around the neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So Kenneth and I just had a ride and run adventure around my neighborhood and Altona. He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;was running; I was on my bike. Hence the ride and run. I currently have a burnt left thigh and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;extremely tan right thigh. Ok ew. My left thigh was exposed to too much sun for a long period &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;of  time. I'm getting darker by the day so I should probably stop going out to sunlight. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wonder if bleaching booths were ever invented. Instead of getting a tan, dark people like me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;can go bleach instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;We got our yearbooks today. I'm so excited...this marks the end of the year! aahh the last &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;days of being an innocent(not really) freshman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-282342669530844809?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/282342669530844809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/ride-and-run-around-neighborhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/282342669530844809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/282342669530844809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/ride-and-run-around-neighborhood.html' title='ride and run around the neighborhood'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2624535165146231013</id><published>2009-05-05T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:49:28.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...is just super pumped for late start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;It's a late start tomorrow, which means sleeping in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Haha sucks for the IB seniors who has tests to take in the morning. Today all of a sudden, I miss my woman like heck. She is in like Aussie or somewhere fancy like that right now and when she gets backs, she'll be waiting upon my return. Exciting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;So, I'm super convinced that someone in Niwot has the Swine Flu. Today...me, ellie, bri, morgan, and lindsay were like stuck with a stuffy nose and migrains and what not. We're all gonna die. Ewwwwwww.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2624535165146231013?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2624535165146231013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-just-super-pumped-for-late-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2624535165146231013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2624535165146231013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-just-super-pumped-for-late-start.html' title='...is just super pumped for late start'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2286928336837469609</id><published>2009-05-03T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:43:49.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Oh my goodness. Only 15 more days of school. Well technically like 10 cause the last three days are finals and the two days before that are just "chill" and "review"&lt;br /&gt;day. And yet the weather isn't improving. It rained for the past three days. Ew. It's&lt;br /&gt;supposed to be nice tomorrow...I hope. Anyway, it's late start this Wednesday. Yes!&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in baby. So this weekend was okay, not fantastic, but okay. We went down&lt;br /&gt;to Broomfield today for lunch. And then made stops at Target and Walmart to buy&lt;br /&gt;stuff. By the time we were finished shopping, it was 5. Then we made our way to&lt;br /&gt;Baskin Robbins(again) for dinner...Haha. I shared a banana split(again) with my&lt;br /&gt;mom and babe had Oreo something. Then OBVIOUSLY, we didn't have enough, so&lt;br /&gt;we ordered like two more scoops of ice cream in a waffle cone. They ran out of&lt;br /&gt;Snickers AND Cookie Dough Sundae :( Whatever. We consumed like 2,000&lt;br /&gt;calories. Bahahahaha ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This week, I need to make up the Odyssey test...hopefully. Take a Bio quiz of some&lt;br /&gt;system in the body(WTF?) Take a Vocab Assessment over like 72 words. And turn&lt;br /&gt;in an essay on Julius Caesar. At least it's gonna be better than last week. Last week&lt;br /&gt;was like research after essay and tests after quizzes. AGH! But the past weeks have&lt;br /&gt;been flying by for some reason...maybe it's because it's toward the end of the year&lt;br /&gt;and teachers are deciding that it would be "fun" to pile us all with&lt;br /&gt;assessments+projects+FINALS. OHMYFREAKINGOD! Finals! Ok pray with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2286928336837469609?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2286928336837469609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2286928336837469609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2286928336837469609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-5293017372260424146</id><published>2009-04-30T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:47:05.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So yesterday was a Day 2. Which means I had Bob Bote. Ew. Ok so I was clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crippled but he still made me speed walk. Hello. What the hell? Whatever. I got over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;it. During PE, Bri decided that she wanted to give me a piggy back ride down to the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softball field. She claimed that she was "in shape". Ok well, bad idea. She managed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to lift me 3/4 of the way and then her finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;s were like dying on her. Then on the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back form the softball field, Ellie decided that she was gonna give it a try to give me a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piggy back ride. Alright then. Yeah well Ellie didn't even last half the way. Her hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;gave up on her after like 10 ginormous steps. Anyway, here are some "moments" we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shared in PE yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SfqMo2IHWmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cbVFFOda3bc/s1600-h/ellie+and+Melissa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SfqMo2IHWmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cbVFFOda3bc/s320/ellie+and+Melissa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330727742298610274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SfqKbEjiWFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vBpcp7Zd_og/s1600-h/Bri+and+Melissa+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SfqKbEjiWFI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vBpcp7Zd_og/s320/Bri+and+Melissa+edit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330725306630297682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SfqKleX9fkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vgseGuEzvRA/s1600-h/Bri+and+Melissa+edit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SfqKleX9fkI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vgseGuEzvRA/s320/Bri+and+Melissa+edit2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330725485359758914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SfqLLUc95fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8EXrtjzNlj4/s1600-h/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SfqLLUc95fI/AAAAAAAAAFY/8EXrtjzNlj4/s320/lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330726135531431410" 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/6833682573504530911-5293017372260424146?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5293017372260424146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5293017372260424146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5293017372260424146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/three-weeks.html' title='Three weeks.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SfqMo2IHWmI/AAAAAAAAAFg/cbVFFOda3bc/s72-c/ellie+and+Melissa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-9059894198761898716</id><published>2009-04-28T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:54:08.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>malaysia come already!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Malaysia come already!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it's taking longer that it needs to take. Summer is only 18 more school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days away and it's like taking longer than the 9 months that we've already had school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How ridiculous. There are like a LIST of things I can't wait for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;1) Finals to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The essay I need to finish tonight to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The other essay I need to finish by Friday to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Vocab test next week to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) My ankle to heal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Seeing my loves in Malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Spending like 30 hours at the mall with Karin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Having Haagen Daaz fondue+banana split with Karin and Aly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Unlimited shopping at Topshop and Guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Knock-off shopping in KL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) Indoor archery at Sunway Pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) Late night satays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) Shorts and tanks and more tanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) MY GRANDPARENTS, UNCLE, AND BABY COUSIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************aaahhh I'm about to go insane********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-9059894198761898716?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/9059894198761898716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/malaysia-come-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/9059894198761898716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/9059894198761898716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/malaysia-come-already.html' title='malaysia come already!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-91517103322527874</id><published>2009-04-26T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:54:54.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whoooooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I had sushi last night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so Kenneth came over at 5 yesterday and we went to Twin Peaks to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out the lovely artworks. Babe won an award...damn! But I had three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my artworks up, so that's good. After a long time of looking at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artworks, we headed back to my house for sushi! It was on a boat...how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing. Well then Kenneth felt the need to litter my lawn so he dumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grapes, ginger, and some wasabi all over! Just wait until my mom finds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out...she's gonna flip. Then we took a detour and ended up at some&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random place in Lafayette but somehow made our way back to Longmont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour later. We made a stop at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Robbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a banana split. It's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my new favorite place and I'll tell you why:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1) It's like the brightest place in town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Everything is pink or purple(Even the bathrooms)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) There happens to be an amazingly comfy couch in there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) It's ICE CREAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well we shared a banana split in the back of his SMV...with the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blasting...not noticing that it was playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; loud. I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed back to my house. There was still like an hour before my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom comes home, so he hung around in my room...and fell in love with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my stuffed lamb. Can't blame him, my stuffed lamb is uber soft, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smells like nothing but me. And ofcourse, there were pictures...and they're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on facebook. Yeap, that is pretty much everything that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday. Today however, is "I need to study for the Odyssey test" day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finish up last minute homework...even though I don't really see the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point of doing homework since there's only 20 more days of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-91517103322527874?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/91517103322527874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/91517103322527874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/91517103322527874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/whoooooo.html' title='whoooooo'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-9191338419697365621</id><published>2009-04-24T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T21:02:36.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm off for the season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alright. I'm officially off the tennis season(even though there's only one more day). I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have to wear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this freakin huge knee-length brace of my left leg and man, I walk like a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mutilated donkey. And I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;can no longer go running anymore :( Well at least until it fully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recovers. According to the doctor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"it'll take a very long time to completely heal". AAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw him! I WILL heal by tomorrow. Just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;see. Tomorrow was originally supposed to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be filled with excitement...tennis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;tournament...pictures...AE. But this temporarily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paralyzed left ankle of mine made it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;impossible. So I'm pretty much staying home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole morning and hanging out in the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm gonna go to check out my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;artworks at Twin Peaks! What excitement. I'm so glad school is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;almost out. Only 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more school days and that's including finals. Summer's only one step ahead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it Melissa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-9191338419697365621?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/9191338419697365621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-off-for-season.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/9191338419697365621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/9191338419697365621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-off-for-season.html' title='I&apos;m off for the season.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-3770453161165751450</id><published>2009-04-23T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:19:13.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Warning: Rant post ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I knew the reasons of *** sudden change in behavior. But I don't. It like happened overnight and well, I guess that's what you proudly call life. Tell me how you would feel if one day, someone treats you oh-so extremely sweet, and the following day, the someone is pretty much secondhandly ignoring you!? And the saddest part is, this someone cannot pass as totally "ignoring" you because he/she isn't. This someone is merely cutting conversations super short that it becomes like a "Hi" and "Bye" thing. Which then makes you feel like an idiot for feeling the way you're feeling because you can't confront this someone about ignoring you, because this someone is making so goddamn sure that he/she isn't completely ignoring you...you then proceed on to feel like nothing but a game of monopoly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6833682573504530911-3770453161165751450?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3770453161165751450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3770453161165751450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3770453161165751450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-3537859671560123607</id><published>2009-04-23T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T19:00:50.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ouuuuch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I injured myself. Again. First, I sprain my right wrist. And then I sprained my right ankle. And then hurt my right shin. And now I BADLY sprained or did something to my left ankle. Ouch. I'm so accident prone. I don't even know if I can play in the tennis tournament this Saturday. It would suck so bad if I can't make it! Tennis season ends this Saturday :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well, right now, I have an essay I need to get started on...that's due tomorrow. And a test I need to study for...that's also tomorrow. What a remarkable day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-3537859671560123607?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3537859671560123607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/ouuuuch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3537859671560123607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3537859671560123607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/ouuuuch.html' title='ouuuuch.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4689103765560133507</id><published>2009-04-22T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:40:19.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the jerkface.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So school didn't start until 11:45 today. Silly me knew that but at 9, I leaped out of bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I thought school starts at 10:40. So yeah, I had breakfast/lunch, took a shower, did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair, my face, put on my clothes, got ready, and then I called my mom. Sure enough, it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was like 10:15 and she was like &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MELISSA! SCHOOL DOESN'T START UNTIL ABOUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN HOUR AND A HALF!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Yup.&lt;/span&gt; How stupid. Then I had 90 minutes to finish up last minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homework while watching tv. Then we went off to pick Ellie up and off we went to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes were only 35 minutes long so they flew by. In Bio, Miss Elzbieta Towlen decided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that she was gonna surprise us all with one of her daily quizzes over the freakin human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;body system. Hello!!! Failing for sure! I bet she wants us all to fail her class at the end of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the year or she wouldn't overwhelm us with random quizzes like this. It's like we're not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;already dying cause of all the homework we get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I can't wait for this week to be over. Everything will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HOPEFULLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; be smoother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last couple of weeks. Wait no, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;FINALS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; Bloooooody Hellll! Tomorrow, I have an outline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;due in History. Then on Friday, I have to stay after school to redo a bio quiz. Then on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I have to work. Then on bright and early Saturday morning, I have to be at the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tennis tournament from 8am-5pm. Great. Then after that, I MIGHT be hanging out with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth. Depends on my level of tired-ness. Then on Sunday, we're supposed to have this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random meet up at Flatirons the entire day. UGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-4689103765560133507?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4689103765560133507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/jerkface.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4689103765560133507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4689103765560133507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/jerkface.html' title='the jerkface.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-3423634169506177530</id><published>2009-04-21T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T21:04:33.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello sunshine.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Some stuff has been going on in school lately. Things with Alejandro, Ellie, Jenn, and Mickey aren't going too hot. And I happen to be the middle person. What excitement. Whatever. Anyway, tomorrow is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;PICTURE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; for tennis and it's a late start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Today, I went to school just to pretty much received a bomb, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;MATH TEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Yeah well it wasn't too bad. Not as difficult as I thought it would be. History was boring as usual...Tucker was rambling on and on and the importance of the Renaissance and the Middle Ages and what not. Ellie and I were giving her nasty looks(again). Then, we had PE after that. Bote was absent and we had this clueless, most easy going sub ever. Ellie, Bri, Morgan and I were like clearly fooling around and when she questioned us, we simply told her that we were "warmup-ing". She believed us. We were supposed to play softball but we kinda snuck off to the soccer field to tan under the blazing hot/cancer causing sunlight. And like 30 minutes before class was over, we just left. Then my last class of the day is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;FREE BLOCK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. Aiding for the counseling office is probably the best substitute for any class. Then before I know it, it was time for tennis practice. Me, Allison, Jenn, Rachel Hillen, and Rachel Echsner wore smokin hot tank tops to get tank top tans. Surely enough, they all got sun burnt and I was pretty much the only one who got darker by the end of practice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I went to piano lessons after that. I didn't practice. I was sight reading but she couldn't tell. It's all good. But I really should get practicing. The Guild is coming up in May 31st and I still HAVEN'T gotten all my notes right...let alone the techniques!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-3423634169506177530?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3423634169506177530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3423634169506177530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3423634169506177530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-sunshine.html' title='hello sunshine.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2901122765670173395</id><published>2009-04-17T19:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:52:32.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today is what I'd like to call &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uber-tired day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's a Friday at least. I didn't have to work. And whatever plans I had was cancelled due to the disgusting hail+snow+rain mixture. I haven't played tennis pretty much the whole of this week. Hopefully the weather improves next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So. Yesterday night, I found out that half of my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENTIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;summer plan was pretty much poof! I'm bummed out but you know what? Whatever. I'm still alive. I'd make the best out of whatever I have left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I am very occupied over the course of the next couple of weekends. Today, I was supposed to go volunteer at Flagstaff Academy with Megan but the stupid rain cause it all to be canceled. Tomorrow, I'm supposed to have a tennis tournament from like 10-5. But big gasp, it's canceled. And then tomorrow night, I'm not sure if I'm going to the Seussical with Alejandro. Then next week, I have a Math test and an English rough draft essay due! Jesus! And then next Saturday I'm supposed to be out for an AE at night(which I am looking forward to). I think I'm gonna go to the new Baskin Robbins. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Aah, ice cream lives for people like me.&lt;/span&gt; And then after that, we prepare for finals with only 15 days of school left. Bam! before you know it, summer break is here. But I can't really feel the vibe yet...I mean look out the window! What do you see? gray sky...snow...rain...hail...white backyard...dead grass. Does it look very summer-y to you? I didn't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2901122765670173395?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2901122765670173395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2901122765670173395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2901122765670173395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/tired.html' title='tired.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-8172260132108356041</id><published>2009-04-16T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:12:07.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;I didn't think that I would be this disappointed when I found out. How depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-8172260132108356041?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8172260132108356041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-didnt-think-that-i-would-be-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8172260132108356041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8172260132108356041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-didnt-think-that-i-would-be-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-3188400290441631723</id><published>2009-04-16T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:59:02.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>motherrrr effff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today was spent with little or no progressive-ness. I woke up and put on my FAVORITE pair of shorts and tees...had my hair done all beautiful and when I walked outside, BAM! It was raining. F. Then I had to hurry back upstairs and put on sweats and a sweater and the stupid rain made my hair look all greasy and gross, so up in a ponytail it went. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaw decided that a good portion of our class didn't do our homework(EVEN THOUGH I DID), so she surprised us with what we call, "Shaw's dreaded pop-shits." Yes, a freakin pop quiz over the freakin Odyssey. Do I look very happy?----&gt; :[ :[ :[  And then off we went for a field trip to Solar Yoga. I find it hilarious how we have PE field trips. This was how my conversation with Ms. Shopland went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;: Hey, I have to leave at 9:45 for a field trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shopland&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, for what class?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;: Life Fitness with Jennings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Shopland&lt;/span&gt;: To where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;: Solar Yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Shopland&lt;/span&gt;: For what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;:Uhh...to do yoga? what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, the day was just cruising by. After we got back from yoga, I had the rest of the day class-free. And we didn't have tennis either cause of the hail+rain mixture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speaking in third person:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Melissa, why did you HAVE to procrastinate on the notecards on Julius Caesar for History ?! You knew it was assigned 3 weeks ago and it's due tomorrow. Yet, you allowed all the distractions to distract you from even starting on it. Great job kid. Just stay up ALL NIGHT LONG writing notecard after notecard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-3188400290441631723?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3188400290441631723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/motherrrr-effff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3188400290441631723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3188400290441631723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/motherrrr-effff.html' title='motherrrr effff'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-3767678926986099633</id><published>2009-04-13T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T19:53:51.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am super neat-o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;So it has &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been one freaking day since babe left and already, I am home bored with nothing to do. Which is why I am bombarding her umpteen number of texts an hour to ruin her trip. So I pretty much just found out that I'm gonna have the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; summer ever in Malaysia in just about 64 days. Filled with knock off shopping sprees, food, go-sees, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; food... this is gonna be a blast I tell you. It's like my mind is not even here anymore. Well it's still "here" but not "here"...you know what I mean? Ya'll must think I'm crazy. But in fact I'M NOT! I haven't visited in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;two years&lt;/span&gt;...which means two years stranded in Longmont, the town that is so small, it isn't even labelled on the map!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;I have just discovered the magic of endorphins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-3767678926986099633?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3767678926986099633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-super-neat-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3767678926986099633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3767678926986099633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-super-neat-o.html' title='I am super neat-o'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-7721388971059968831</id><published>2009-04-13T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T17:08:08.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Melissa is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; stoked for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MKMAE '09!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-7721388971059968831?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7721388971059968831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/melissa-is-super-stoked-for-mkmae-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7721388971059968831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7721388971059968831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/melissa-is-super-stoked-for-mkmae-09.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-5001587741806547930</id><published>2009-04-11T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:31:08.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Melissa, isn't having the best day of her life. Ralstone Valley tennis team totally creamed my ass today! I played number 1 singles and number 3 doubles. Lost both of it but whatever, it's still good practice. We're supposed to have another match on Monday but I guess I'm not playing in it for some reason. Finally, a day off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe's leaving town today for her school trip to Washington D.C. It reminds me that it has been a whole year since I went. Sucks for her that she's forced to hang out with "the rival" haha. Anyway, well she's gone for a week, which means I'm home alone for a week. Yay and Nay. Yay because I'm home alone. Nay because I'm not going to have someone to rant to. I rant everyday! Oh well, suck it up Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is already a Sunday. Time passes quick. Before you know it, it's finals, and then summer, and then sophomore year. Wow. I still need to do homework tomorrow. Can you believe it? I spent my entire day today slacking around, not doing anything and leaving everything until last minute, which is tomorrow. What a procrastinator...yup, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-5001587741806547930?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5001587741806547930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/melissa-isnt-having-best-day-of-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5001587741806547930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5001587741806547930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/melissa-isnt-having-best-day-of-her.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4666903608207437095</id><published>2009-04-10T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:40:24.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I've been so tired and exhausted and busy these past weeks. Trying to bring my grades up before summer comes along...juggling about 3 tennis matches a week...tennis practices...homework etc. I'm getting really sick and tired of school and guess what? I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;ONLY &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in my freshman year. It could only get worse from here. So today I woke up 10 minutes later than I usually did. Which meant 10 minutes less of doing my hair and makeup. It was a rush but I managed to get it done. Whatever, it's a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaw was super neat today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaw: Women need to Blow!&lt;br /&gt;Class: *laughs for 10 minutes straight*&lt;br /&gt;Shaw: Who doesn't like man food?&lt;br /&gt;Class: *laughs for another 5 minutes*&lt;br /&gt;Shaw: People need to suck it down!&lt;br /&gt;Class: It's getting priceless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Yup! That's my English teacher. Hilarious as usual. That was probably the highlight of my day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I got robbed yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm about to kill someone. Do they not understand the concept of NOT LOOKING THROUGH SOMEONE ELSE'S STUFF WITHOUT PERMISSION, NOT TO MENTION TAKING IT! So poof! there goes 150 bucks. I feel like they stripped off the one thing I enjoy doing, shopping. Get a life. Anyway, tennis was tiring. I stayed after to practice with Varsity so I didn't leave until like 5. Kenneth was supposed to give me a ride but then he ditched the parking lot so I got someone else to take me home. We were supposed to hit it off at Flatirons since I'm not working today but I guess not. So I'm home, stuck, eating, blogging, mourning over the death of my shopping privileges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-4666903608207437095?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4666903608207437095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-so-tired-and-exhausted-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4666903608207437095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4666903608207437095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-so-tired-and-exhausted-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4705461320599255771</id><published>2009-03-28T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:24:01.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging with Chong !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sc8T6-t6NaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BOPSr5HNaKA/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+28.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sc8T6-t6NaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BOPSr5HNaKA/s320/Video+call+snapshot+28.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318491588936742306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sc8TyZ0liHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/D96rXRTve9o/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+29.png"&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/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sc8TyZ0liHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/D96rXRTve9o/s320/Video+call+snapshot+29.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318491441593682034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am currently skyping with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Miss Karin Chong&lt;/span&gt;. We were talking about boys and how she's sandwiched between two at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;**** *** &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; *** ***&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, apparently they are both "to die for" and she can't pick one without breaking the other. Typical. Then I'm telling her about my little rejection-ness I had to experience 2 weeks ago. Depressing, I know but whatever, that's what you proudly call &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;L I F E .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Well okay, now we're currently both blogging about one another. I ABSOLUTELY CAN'T WAIT for another 3 months until I visit. It'll be the best time of my life just to be able to know that he's half way across the world from me and possibly forget about all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; things that happened. OK now back to Miss Chong. This woman is whiter than my walls I tell you! GO GET A TAN. Like in every picture, she's about 25 shades whiter than everyone else, it's insane. She can pass as Geisha and no one would even suspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-4705461320599255771?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4705461320599255771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogging-with-chong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4705461320599255771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4705461320599255771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogging-with-chong.html' title='Blogging with Chong !'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/Sc8T6-t6NaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/BOPSr5HNaKA/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+28.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-1249514072086756187</id><published>2009-03-12T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:19:57.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Whew! I just got home from a tennis match with Thompson Valley and man! they were amazing. It's not that we sucked or anything, they just had better everything. We got early release from school at 1:45 and left at about 2. It was a 35 minute drive there and by the time we got there, it was like almost 3. Of course, the varsity started everything off and by the time it was my turn, I was already in sweats and like two layers of coats.(Even though, we all arrived in skirts and t-shirts) Well, let's just get to the point and say we lost 6 to 1. YES IT'S ONE! By the time everyone was done, it was like 7:15 so we started heading back to Niwot. It was exhausting just sitting around, not doing much. Here I am now, mindlessly blogging when I have a Europe map due in Tucker's class tomorrow that I barely started on. Way to go me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-1249514072086756187?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1249514072086756187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/03/whew-i-just-got-home-from-tennis-match.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1249514072086756187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1249514072086756187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/03/whew-i-just-got-home-from-tennis-match.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2018854749683919144</id><published>2009-03-11T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:57:46.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH WOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I know I know. It has been almost a month since I laid hands on this blog. I've been busy with A LOT of things...let's see what happened the past month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;1) Tennis season started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;2) I made Varsity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;3) And then miserably got kicked out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;4) And then made Varsity 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;5) Played a total of 2 tennis matches(3 including tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;6) Piano practices pretty much every other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;7) Gold Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;8) Desperately trying to get my grades up in Bio and History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;9) Csaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Yep, that was it. And more of course, but I can't remember at the moment. Csaps started yesterday. Which meant we went to school at 7:20 and did all the testing until 11:25 and could leave. Yesterday was freakin cold I tell you! I waited like 30 minutes for my mom to come pick me up...of course, it was partly my fault too. I was wearing like two items of clothing. It must be the sudden change in weather that caused my brain not to function that well. Anyway, today after Csaps, we walked to Subway and chilled and then walked back. I didn't order anything. It was more like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;we-have-nothing-better-to-do-so-we're-gonna-make-a-round-trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; kinda thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; We got back to Niwot at 1:00 EXACT! Then, hung out at the library to "do homework" for the rest of the hour. "Doing homework" morphed into a gossip session about who the hottest freshman/sophomore/junior/senior is...and then turned into a pop tart snack session. By the time we decided to start on something, the bell rang which meant it was time to get changed for tennis. So, I got like nothing done. NOTHING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Tennis was okay. Not too much running today. Only drills. It ended at like 3:30 and I waited an hour for my ride back home...in the chillin weather &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2018854749683919144?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2018854749683919144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2018854749683919144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2018854749683919144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-wow.html' title='OH WOW!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4107554708455885490</id><published>2009-02-16T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T12:32:56.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh hello again. It's been long. I've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HACKIN&lt;/span&gt; busy with homework and you know, all that junk. OK so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; was 2 days ago. Nothing special really happened...it was the usual "wake up-eat-work-" routine. I received a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cupid Gram&lt;/span&gt; in school. Embarrassing much? Haha, people dressed in suspenders and bright red dresses were singing+dancing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then, I spent my Friday and Saturday night working at Sakura. I earned a total of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;$95&lt;/span&gt;. So that's good. And yesterday, I was awakened by mi madre telling me that my uncle planned some sort of "family bonding" time in Broomfield. So I had to get up at 10 and take this uber long car ride to Broomfield just to wait 45 minutes to get a table at this one restaurant. Then my mom just so happened to be in a good mood SO we did a ton of shopping. Haven't had those in a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This morning, I met up with Jennie and Iana to play tennis. They finally discovered my little "competitiveness" when it comes to tennis. Tennis tryouts are on Wednesday...or Tuesday. I don't know. Let's hope I make the team...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-4107554708455885490?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4107554708455885490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4107554708455885490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4107554708455885490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4807431569915054308</id><published>2009-02-07T16:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:17:03.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its my day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;it's my day...it's my birthday. Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, today was a rather tiring day. Kenneth took me out from 11 till like 3 this morning. We went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chipotle...Target...Cold Stone...Inta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MELISSA'S EXTRAVAGANZA BIRTHDAY ADVENTURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or something like that. Yeah that pretty much says it. I was stuffed, so I didn't get Inta. But he did, while I stayed in the car. And ofcourse, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;panic alarm&lt;/span&gt; thingy went off like 3 times. It was fun but I had to get home so soon. Now I'm sitting here, mindless blogging while waiting for Iana to show up first. She's the only one that seems to know everything that happens in my "love" life. I need to rant to her about the "new" guy who is so nice and so sweet and so good and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SO OFF LIMITS&lt;/span&gt;! Agh! Yes, can't believe I have THIS to think about on my birthday. I WILL get over it. Say it with me, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MELISSA will get over it!&lt;/span&gt; ...soon. My friends are showing up at like 6. I'm not sure what we're gonna do and I invited them over cause I didn't want to be alone on my birthday night. We'll figure something out to do. And if worse comes to worst, we can always sit and talk. I mean WE'RE GIRLS! All we do is talk+gossip...like Gossip Girl. I didn't want to invite any guys. I was considering it but I just didn't feel like having guys over when I'm having some of my "heart-to-heart" talks with my girlies. Yeap, I'll update later/tomorrow about my actual full-blown thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-4807431569915054308?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4807431569915054308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4807431569915054308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4807431569915054308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-my-day.html' title='its my day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-6431923973421426128</id><published>2009-02-03T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:06:28.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD EARTH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Good Earth Project pretty much RAPED ME! UGH! There's so much to do(Not really, I just procrastinated)! I am through with Chinese cultures after this unit. Tomorrow is a late start, thank god. I AM SLEEPING IN. I need it. The poem presentation is this Friday for me, and I haven't even started on it. I have been cramming with short term assignments and not to mention, The Good Earth. But on the bright side, when this is all over, its my Birthday! My weekend is jam packed. Every hour of the day is planned, seriously. But at least every hour is filled with nothing but socializing fun time! Haha. AND I finally get to have Coldstone this Saturday, AFTER AN AGONIZING WAIT OF ONE MONTH! Oh heaven! And this Sunday, mi madre said that we were going somewhere...so I guess I'm filled in Sunday night too. Strangely enough, when she says "we", it usually includes everyone. No I mean everyone. Like extended extended family, not just the nuclear ones. I wonder where can "everyone" go? The last time "everyone" went somewhere together, it turned out to be lunch at Denver...not exactly my ideal hang out place. But then again, if I were to compare it to Twin Peaks Mall, then well...yeah. It's not even a mall, it's more like a "ghetto-hang-out-place" a.k.a. the G-PLACE, that's what my sister and I call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-6431923973421426128?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6431923973421426128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6431923973421426128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6431923973421426128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-earth.html' title='GOOD EARTH!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-506358435647196013</id><published>2009-02-01T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:45:17.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SADIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;SADIES WAS FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was obviously more fun that I thought it would be...mostly because of my "turning over a new leaf" habit HAHA. So we met at Rachel's house to get ready and all that. I had to do EVERYONE'S HAIR! Yes everyone. Pao's hair was the sickest! I could divide it into 4 sections and one of the sections isn't even as thin as mine. She has so much hair! Ok so then being the cammies we are, we took a billion pictures. And there's about TWO that is actually satisfying to everyone. Then we danced a heck a lot. I totally got my fair share of workout last night. Basically the entire night was dance and more dance and occassionally some water to keep us moving. OH AND I WAS A DIVA! Hahaa...yes I was. When it was all over, I got home and flopped dead on my bed. Now I'm stuck here finishing up the Bio packet that's due tomorrow. And I haven't even started on my reflections! aaaahhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;p.s. My birthday is coming up...I am beyond pumped. It brings me one year closer to turning 18 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-506358435647196013?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/506358435647196013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/02/sadies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/506358435647196013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/506358435647196013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/02/sadies.html' title='SADIES!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-6389737240285565903</id><published>2009-01-31T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:01:57.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In about an hour, I'm going to Elizabeth's and we're going to pick Pao up and go to Rachel's place to get ready for Sadies. Yup. I hope it's gonna be fun. Well it's not going to be AS fun because a certain someone is not going but anywho, I plan to have fun so NO STOPPING ME! Haha. Melissa is turning over a new leaf! Hehe. I wonder is Alejandro is actually going to show up in a feather boa. Preferably a hot pink one. I'm going to die laughing if he does! Ellie and Mickey and Emma and Katie are ditching. They're such PPs. Oh well. Now I'm desperately trying to finish Bio homework before I leave.(Really, I'm blogging instead) It's probably not gonna happen. Oh my god. And I'm not even half way through the freakin Good Earth! I haven't even started on the quote reflection crap. It's too overwhelming but yet, surprising enough, I'm not even thinking about dropping out. Hmm...weird. It's a different Me. Here's a list of things that needs to be done:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Reading Good Earth&lt;br /&gt;2) Finishing the written part of Good Earth&lt;br /&gt;3) Bio study guide packet&lt;br /&gt;4) Studying for the Bio quiz!&lt;br /&gt;5) START working on the Poem Book&lt;br /&gt;6) Memorize the English poem that needs to be presented this coming Friday!&lt;br /&gt;7) History Notes&lt;br /&gt;8) Math homework&lt;br /&gt;9) Send out invites for my party(I really need to get started on this one)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...aaaahhhhhh! Now you get an idea of my overwhelming-ness?&lt;br /&gt;and my procrastination habits doesn't  help either. I'm sure you know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-6389737240285565903?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6389737240285565903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-about-hour-im-going-to-elizabeths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6389737240285565903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6389737240285565903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-about-hour-im-going-to-elizabeths.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-6710182221130756056</id><published>2009-01-29T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:43:30.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Hey. It's me again. It's been long. I intend to update you. SOON. Not today, I don't feel like it. Wait till it's calmed down(like the Tsunami aftermath).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I haven't really been in a socializing mood these days. I don't know why. I'm actually having more fun with the people sitting next to me in my classes than with my usual "group". After school, I'd run outside hoping that my mom is here to pick me up just so I wouldn't run into someone I know and is forced to socialize. Bloody weird. Sadie Hawkins is this Saturday. Oh brother! (I'm sure you know why I'm "Oh brother-ing") My birthday is next week. I'm craving a decent birthday that doesn't involve any form of emo-ness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;M A K E  I T  H A P P E N .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-6710182221130756056?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/6710182221130756056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6710182221130756056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/6710182221130756056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-325977237607293573</id><published>2009-01-25T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:33:36.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!@#$%^&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;^%$#@!@#$%^&amp;amp;*(*&amp;amp;^%$#@!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that's all I have to say for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Chinese New Year eve today which means its Chinese New Year tomorrow. How exciting-ish. I wish I could just not go to school and skip the math quiz, the History test, and Bob freakin Bote! Yeah, so Kho's Bistro invited us to go have a CNY lunch today. Everyone was there. I ate A LOT. No, seriously. I am now stuffed. Then after that, my family was gonna go deliver the CNY gifts to Kenneth's family but he wasn't home so we just hung out at Target. When we returned to their house, I thought I was gonna just go pass the presents to them BUT &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; decided that they were just gonna show up at the doorstep. Stalker much? Yah then &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; agreed to go in their house and talk for a few moments. DREAD! Yeah, Kenneth and his brother looked totally clueless when we walked into their house. Reminds me of Thanksgiving. I HATE it when they just invite themselves to someone else's house. They=my family. Its obviously not awkward for them cause its simply "just another asian family". But hell yeah its weird for me! Oh my god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-325977237607293573?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/325977237607293573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-all-i-have-to-say-for-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/325977237607293573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/325977237607293573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/thats-all-i-have-to-say-for-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4376787815428391649</id><published>2009-01-24T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:51:35.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I woke up at noon today. I hate waking up this late, it feels like a whole day has gone to waste, but I still do anyways. I managed to finish math and now all I need to do is study for Tucker's test. And ofcourse, try and do most of the Good Earth assignment if possible. I'm sure its possible but the "devil" part of me will try and make it impossible, if you know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tomorrow is a Sunday. Another one of those days, same as the rest. Boring. Lifeless. I totally need some drama. Wait, I actually do have drama. I'm just trying to avoid it. So I guess that's drama? Chinese New Year is around the corner, next week. It's not much of a festive here in the United States. I remember two years ago when it comes to Chinese New Year, my grandma would decorate the house with red lanterns and red packets. Oh, those were the days. And we would all go for CNY shopping for new clothes. But it was nothing compared to the food. Food was always the best part. And then of course, we get like 2 weeks off from school. I guess everything is completely turned around now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Sadie Hawkins is next week. I'm excited and not excited. Most of my friends are ditching it for a movie. This is when peer pressure steps in, but I can't just ditch because Jennie and I already made costumes. I'm not even sure if we're gonna wear it. Our outfits and totally designed for a hot, summer day. And Sadie's is going to be the complete antithesis. A cold, winter, night. Great. Maybe I'll just put on a dress and wear some leis. I could be a Hawaiian princess. Or I could just wear a dress and be the only normal person there. That could work. I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Toodles for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;xxmel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-4376787815428391649?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4376787815428391649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-woke-up-at-noon-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4376787815428391649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4376787815428391649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-woke-up-at-noon-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-8956842199275720478</id><published>2009-01-23T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T16:16:40.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hola chicas. I'm feeling much better today, thanks for asking. I actually didn't do too bad on my Bio quiz. GASP. Surprise. I might've gotten a B on it cause some questions were a little tacky. Anyway, I'm not gonna talk about school today. Or any of my common problems that you hear about in almost every other post. My birthday is in 15 days! *aaahhh* I want a helium balloon tied to my locker! But its gonna be a Saturday so I guess I'll half-celebrate it on Friday. Haha. I might have a party, might not. Depends on my mood. I think I probably will but I can't invite too many people. You guys, my house is not a fairytale mansion, it doesn't fit more than 8 people. And if I'm gonna have friends over, I should probably start organizing my room(not that its already organized) AND change my bedspreads and stuff like that. I don't get w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hy some people have stuff piled all over the floor in their room! I mean, ho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;w the heck do you stand it?!? I would MUCH MUCH rather not do homework and clean my room even if it requires me to pull an all nighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;TOPIC CHANGE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I web chatted with Tessa yesterday. We had heart-to-heart talks like we always do. She promised to mail me a birthday gift but I doubt she will. She'll probably "forget" or blame the postman for stealing the gift. I mean come on! Who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; steals gifts? She's flew from Australia to China to Indonesia to Malaysia. Now she's in Malaysia, visiting for about 2 weeks. She's going back to Aussie next week. That girl saved my life! She helped me with my stupid shaw sonnet that was due today. Well she didn't exactly "help" me, she basically blurted out words that rhyme. Wth?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, then I took some screen shots of her without her knowing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SXpdlMQ6cCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nYiKbhZGQsg/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+26.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SXpdlMQ6cCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nYiKbhZGQsg/s320/Video+call+snapshot+26.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294647205456146466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;p.s. I totally reccommend everyone getting a facebook. It's convenient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SXpdY3jRXYI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HI6t3SzO82Q/s1600-h/Video+call+snapshot+26.png"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-8956842199275720478?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8956842199275720478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/hola-chicas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8956842199275720478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8956842199275720478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/hola-chicas.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SXpdlMQ6cCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nYiKbhZGQsg/s72-c/Video+call+snapshot+26.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-7942875593376374654</id><published>2009-01-22T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:02:42.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SXkkuUyserI/AAAAAAAAAD0/69eQ0W8LPNA/s1600-h/knifethruarm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294303215224650418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SXkkuUyserI/AAAAAAAAAD0/69eQ0W8LPNA/s320/knifethruarm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm in more pain that this. Can you imagine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh my god. It's official. I lost. It's darn obvious. I mean it's not even obvious, its uber apparent, like a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;flashing fluorescent neon sign OBVIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I am a failure period. This certain someone has most definitely lost all the interest he HAD. Thanks to me and my "try to make it unobvious" strategy. The "try to make it unobvious" strategy is now turning its back on me and is making it the "try to make it MORE obvious" strategy, which obviously is going to make ME embarass myself to the point of no return. I totally need to rant. But I can't do it here. Too many people are reading which will result in too many awkward questions. (Fair warning: I'm gonna speak in 3rd person) MELISSA! Why the HELL can't you move on. This is impossible. He's a total player. And a ladies' man. And Oh my god, Melissa, you're screwed! It's gonna take ages to get over it. Not just ages, CENTURIES! And this is gonna be harder than studying for a History test. How bad is this? It's bad to the point where even ice cream can't resolve it. And ice cream was supposed to be able to make everything better. Stupid dream. MelissaWANTS to skip first block tomorrow. She is just not in the mood to do anything. Mel, just suck it up k?(this is what I've been telling myself over and over again) It never seems to work. He's not gorgeous. He's not nice. But he is a total attention grabber. And has nice hair. And is hilarious. And TOTALLY doesn't want to acknowledge my presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why why why?!? This is getting ridiculous. What happened to my pretty angel who was &lt;u&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(i'm dead serious)&lt;/span&gt; there when I'm in some sort of emotional crisis? Whatever happened to my pretty angel who called every once in a while, and texts every day? Whatever happened to my pretty angel who would always be the FIRST one to wish me a Merry X'mas? Whatever happened to my pretty angel who does EVERYTHING just to grab my attention? Whatever happened to addressing me as "Boo"? Whatever happened to everything that happened in the past? It died.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Note: Melissa Sim pretty much died throughout the whole of this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-7942875593376374654?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7942875593376374654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-sucks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7942875593376374654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7942875593376374654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-sucks.html' title='it sucks'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SXkkuUyserI/AAAAAAAAAD0/69eQ0W8LPNA/s72-c/knifethruarm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-3105598914010984742</id><published>2009-01-17T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T16:47:33.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I got home this morning at about 11ish. Last night was fun but super tiring. Yah and ofcourse, there were plenty of pictures and videos which are already posted up on facebook, so go look! At 9, we went down to Splitz bowling center. It was my first time, so I was like totally excited when the lights went off and stuff. I WON THE SECOND GAME!!!!!!!! ...just thought I should throw that in there. I must say, I was pretty amazing after not bowling for about 3 years. We had late night pizza and popcorn snacks which totally had my stomach growling for the rest of the night. My stomach tends to digest in its own unique way. On the way back, we were all talking about who we're gonna ask to Sadie's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;THEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; had their little "plan" for me to ask someone. We'll just call him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; "Juno".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; Yeah, Jennie insists that I should ask &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Juno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt; cause we look "cute" together...which I totally don't get! And then we managed to get 3 people on my A list and ofcourse, I didn't pick ANY of the three. Jennie did! Apparently, guy number 1 is totally in love with me and we look cute together. Guy number 2 apparently "wants" me real badly. And guy number 3 has nice hair! Ugh!!!! I'm proud to call them my friends...way to go guys! Anyhoots, so we got home at 12 and watched a movie. Actually, weweren't really watching it. At least I didn't...I was just glaring at the moving screen. Amusing. My brain crashed at 2. The dog woke me up at about 6. He was continuously barking and then suddenly decided that he was gonna give me kisses while I'm dead asleep. Well then! Mom picked me up at 11 and I spent the rest of the afternoon stalking people on Facebook...definitely one of the things I love to do that's not weird at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-3105598914010984742?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3105598914010984742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-home-this-morning-at-about-11ish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3105598914010984742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3105598914010984742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-got-home-this-morning-at-about-11ish.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2250570387327410928</id><published>2009-01-12T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T20:22:23.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm totally back after forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've just been lazy. SO, I'm kinda excited for this week of school excluding the crazy diet I'm going on again. On Sunday, I hung out with Jennie and got my daily dose of exercise. We were making our outfits for Sadie's so we got dropped off at Walmart. But we couldn't find what we needed so we walked to Hobby Lobby but it was freakin closed. So Jennie suggested that we go to Kohls and insisted that she knew where it was even though I was positive she had no idea. She didn't find Kohls and so we dropped by at Target instead. Target wasn't any help so we walked to JCPenney but we still couldn't find anything. And so Jennie decided that she knew where Kohls was and led me to King Soopers instead. Then instead of admitting that she had no clue where Kohls was, she said that the entire departmental store "moved". Yeah Jennie, massive stores like Kohls totally have legs! I was frantically looking on the road to see if anyone I knew drove by so then we could get a ride! But then we found Kohls and sure enough, everything we needed was in that store. Great. We got home to Jennie's house and started on our awesome costume. It turned out great. Except for the socks...they just weren't as "hot" as the other items. After we were done, I decided that I wanted to crimp Jennie's hair. So I did. She looked like a lion...the pictures totally explain it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SWwWip3OruI/AAAAAAAAADs/gHPrqLi1jdE/s1600-h/IMG_3495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SWwWip3OruI/AAAAAAAAADs/gHPrqLi1jdE/s320/IMG_3495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290628446862356194" 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/6833682573504530911-2250570387327410928?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2250570387327410928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-totally-back-after-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2250570387327410928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2250570387327410928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-totally-back-after-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SWwWip3OruI/AAAAAAAAADs/gHPrqLi1jdE/s72-c/IMG_3495.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-5816130073861436642</id><published>2009-01-07T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T21:26:10.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Melissa had an awkward day. She feels like speaking in third person and she shall do so. So Melissa hopes that there is no school tomorrow cuz of the whole fire evacuation thing. She could really use one day of no biology. Today, Melissa was trying to avoid seeing him today. But sure enough, she's never successful at stuff like that. She has to go bump into him at the weirdest times of the day. Melissa has to admit, he looks good in bright neon colors. Melissa is an awesome creeper! Nevermind, that was unnecessary. Next week, Melissa is going to Pao's party and do stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok now, Melissa suggests that EVERYONE go get a facebook! That way, she can chill with people. OK deal? yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-5816130073861436642?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5816130073861436642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/melissa-had-awkward-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5816130073861436642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5816130073861436642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/melissa-had-awkward-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-7959540353917920026</id><published>2009-01-05T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:53:58.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tonight I wanna cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's probably one of those emo-depressed days I get once in a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I'm tired as well. &lt;u&gt;Very tired.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I'm not finished with Bio. Which sucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I completely hate these emo days I get where I have no idea why I'm this upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-7959540353917920026?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7959540353917920026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight-i-wanna-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7959540353917920026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7959540353917920026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/tonight-i-wanna-cry.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-5561257629119475612</id><published>2009-01-03T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:00:50.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe I am not done with homework? Queen of procrastination sitting right here. So, these past days have been pretty easy-going and NON-hectic thus, creating a mind-numbing life for Melissa Sim(that's me). I actually am kinda like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPERLY DELIGHTED&lt;/span&gt; school is starting. I definitely am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; looking forward to 6:00am and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;homework+stress+exams+quizzes+History+Bio&lt;/span&gt; but haha, besides that, I can't wait to see my amigas/amigos again. It's not like I didn't hang with them over break or anything, but I guess I just hate how boring break is. The perfect school day would start at around 2:00pm and end at like 6:00 with no tests or quizzes...I don't mind homework really. K so for the past like 3 weeks, I totally fell in love with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt; Jared. It's like awe-inspiring. Seriously. Oh Oh...and as some of you guys know, my piano has a name. The piano itself is named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dolce.&lt;/span&gt; And the piano bench is named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gabbana. &lt;/span&gt;It's breathtaking, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is coming up...in like 34 days. Today, mi madre asked me what I wanted to do on my birthday. She suggested inviting friends over for a "chill time" but I don't know...I kinda want something more thrilling(like sky-diving or something lol) JKAY! Maybe we'll go grab a pizza or something...or ice cream. Pizza, ice-cream. Ice cream definitely! Or maybe I won't even have a party and just celebrate it at school. I don't know how that'll work but I'll figure something out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-5561257629119475612?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5561257629119475612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5561257629119475612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5561257629119475612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/hello.html' title='HELLO!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-3350089159356377358</id><published>2009-01-01T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:15:10.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is the FIRST post of 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2008 was &lt;u&gt;definitely&lt;/u&gt; an amazing year. Here is a list of &lt;u&gt;MAJOR&lt;/u&gt; things that happened:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1) Met new people and gotten close to old ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2) Discovered that ice cream was my true love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3) Gotten out at 3 in the morning when my mother's sleeping! &lt;---this was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4) Gotten to know at least ONE person from every grade!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5) Had more ice cream than I had in the past 3 years combined!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;6) Gotten close to THE MOST AMAZING person ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;7) Went to Hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;8) Made an effort to keep in touch with ALL of my friends in Malaysia+Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;9) Fell totally in love with beanbags+love sacs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;10) Went to more parties!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;11) Actually spent Thanksgiving doing the most &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;hilarious+nerdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thing EVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;12) Went to D.C. with a bunch of friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;13) Had a kick ass summer with some people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;14) Made my way to Niwot High!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;15) Got unlimited texting(thank god!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;16) FINALLY knew the difference between &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;need&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;17) Accidentally got my sister's hair stuck in a brush and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;absolutely HAD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to cut it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;18) Made an effort wish EVERYONE and Merry Xmas+Happy New Year at 12am SHARP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;19) Discovered that stupid Biology is just not my thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;20) My DOG-aphobia improved 100X!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;21) I never threw up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Those are just SOME things that happened last year. It would take forever to list 'em all! Anyhoots, I wish that 2009 would be just as amazing, if not better!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-3350089159356377358?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3350089159356377358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3350089159356377358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3350089159356377358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-203704959201541325</id><published>2008-12-31T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:47:38.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am sooo tired. Just got back from Rachel's...so here's everything that happened last night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ellie gave me a ride to Rachel's at 6:30 and when we arrived, Jennie was the only one there. I DISCOVERED THAT SHE HAS A DOG! *gasp*. Neways, then Iana arrived and everyone ate. I ofcourse, was being healthy so I drank lots+lots of water. Then we watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eagle Eye&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It was intense...not like the best movie or anything but I liked it. Then Katie arrived towards the last ten seconds of the movie. Haha it was funny. She sat down and the movie ended lol. Oh well then Jennie brought us surprise Xmas prezzies. SWEATS! We were gonna decorate 'em. SO basically it was like 10 and we decorated the front side of one leg with hand prints and names. Then we left 'em to dry while we counted down for New Years Eve. Haha we're really the ONLY ones who would count down to New YEars Eve! Well then we had fake streamer things and we were so loud, Rachel's dad had to lecture her like 5 times! lol her family were all asleep. Anyways, then we proceeded to watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Duchess&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Iana fell asleep along the way. I was going to! Not that it was boring or anything...the room was just pitch black and I was lying on the world's most comfortable love sac EVER! Yeah the movie ended at like 2 and Iana woke up from her "nap". We continued on to decorate the backs of our sweats. We were all gonna prints our names on our butt...but then Ellie and I decided to be creative! So mine said: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MEL IS SEXY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. And Ellie's said: &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ELLIE HOTTIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we had a ton of notes+signatures on it. I'm not gonna lie, but these sweats are HOT! Haha k then we went to bed and slept like a pig the entire time!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's NEW YEARS EVE! I'm gonna make a list of people who wishes me Happy New Years...IN ORDER. This is gonna be fun...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-203704959201541325?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/203704959201541325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-sooo-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/203704959201541325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/203704959201541325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-sooo-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-9040814083190218426</id><published>2008-12-30T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:13:14.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is off to &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rachel's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; for a sleepover!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOODBYE now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-9040814083190218426?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/9040814083190218426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-off-to-rachels-for-sleepover-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/9040814083190218426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/9040814083190218426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-off-to-rachels-for-sleepover-goodbye.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2165989539098227330</id><published>2008-12-29T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:11:13.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am back from the land of Maple Leaves.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So to sum it all up, the trip was fun-ish but tiring. We walked alot 'cuz of the whole boxing sale week thing. I got a new dress from &lt;em&gt;Buffalo...&lt;/em&gt;a new purse from &lt;em&gt;Guess...&lt;/em&gt;another purse from &lt;em&gt;Buffalo&lt;/em&gt;...and that's about it. And then there's a whole of food ofcourse. Oh, mother got a purse from &lt;em&gt;Coach&lt;/em&gt; and my sis got a wallet from &lt;em&gt;Guess, &lt;/em&gt;a top from &lt;em&gt;ESprit, &lt;/em&gt;and another top from &lt;em&gt;Buffalo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;On the first day we got there, we walked+walked+walked and did some tour stuff to famous museums and what nots. Then on the second day, the other half of the family decided that they were gonna show up. We didn't spend too much together and basically did our own thing. My mom didn't let us text too much but I still did. I MEAN "JARED" texted me! How could I not reply. But we didn't text too often cuz everytime I reply his text, I got a response like literally 8 hours later. So it's like 2 texts per day TOTAL. Yah it's probably cause we're in totally different countries. Anyhoots, "Jared" wished me a Merry Christmas+Happy New Year+Kwanzaa at 12am SHARP on Christmas Day. That was Schweet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then we got  back at around 10ish yesterday night. I had 88 unread emails . . HOLY! Then I proceeded to video call with my BESTIES in Malaysia...Karin and Aly. Karin had to tell me how she's so ugly and that she needs plastic surgery! God! Have you looked in the mirror lately woman? Yah apparently one eye is bigger than the other and her face is "deformed". Seriously? Ok we had a long convo about Jared. I told her all the stuff about him and sent her some pictures of him. Ofcourse...she laughed. I had to remind her that her ex-boyfriend looks 100X WORSE than anything! Then Aly signed on and we 3way-ed for like 20 minutes before I HAD to go to bed 'cuz it was like 2:30 in the morning and everyone in the house was asleep...I didn't want to be the retarded one talking to two people over the computer. This was how we ended the convo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mel: Guys I think I'm gonna leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*dead silence*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mel: AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Karin: WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aly: WHAT?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mel: I'm LEAVING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aly: OHH...bye Mel. LOVE YOU TOO BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mel: Thanks, I feel the love babe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Karin: Bye Woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*hangs up*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2165989539098227330?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2165989539098227330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-canada.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2165989539098227330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2165989539098227330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-canada.html' title='Back from Canada'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-8139731796612195011</id><published>2008-12-23T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:32:43.058-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hanging out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So I hung out with Elizabeth today. She called me yesterday and thought that we should chill since its been long. I had to return her hoodie that I borrowed like 50 billion years ago anyway so I thought why not. So I walked over to her place and was warmly greeted by Cookie. I think I was going through some sort of midlife crisis or something like that because all of a sudden, I thought that Cookie was a 'he'. Hm, weird. Ok so then I french braided Elizabeth's hair like 20 times while she updated me about her "love life" with &lt;em&gt;u know who&lt;/em&gt;. Yeah then we watched&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;the Grudge&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. We pretty much laughed at the scary parts because they were so pathetic it wasn't even scary. Well...some parts were. Like the part where the woman had no jaw. Ew. But then it got boring-ish so I decided that I was gonna play the piano and Elizabeth was gonna sing. Oh wow, so much like what I did on Thanksgiving night. Anyhoots, she sang, I played, her grandma+mom were enjoying it. I was pleased...and that's a good thing considering I've been kinda sulky lately. So her mom gave me a ride home and here I am, at 11:30 doing my last minute packing. My suitcase is SOOO &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;@#$%^&amp;amp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; small, it's not gonna fit all my "necessities".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WILL SEE EVERYONE AFTER I GET BACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-8139731796612195011?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/8139731796612195011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/hanging-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8139731796612195011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/8139731796612195011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/hanging-out.html' title='hanging out'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-1462155327325286523</id><published>2008-12-23T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T12:39:05.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I'm leaving tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;super&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; excited to leave Longmont &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and its problems for a week.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hopefully shopping+eating @ Canada would make me feel better about everything that's been going on. I am already done packing. All I need to do tomorrow morning is grab the suitcase and walk out the door. Completely looking forward to that.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;I will see you guys in a little bit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-1462155327325286523?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/1462155327325286523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-im-leaving-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1462155327325286523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/1462155327325286523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-im-leaving-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2289705813744361425</id><published>2008-12-21T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:54:28.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;I currently like Faith Hill. I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Ok so today was s'posed to be Pao's party thing but people couldn't show up and I couldn't make it either so guess not. But I have 2 more parties to look forward to so I'm pumped for that. Right now at this precise moment, I'm supposed to have a piano practice but I guess I'm gonna "forgot to go". She's not gonna mind...hopefully not. My sister+Roxy+Nick went out for a movie, they asked me if I wanted to go but I didn't feel like. So I stayed home, editing photos instead. Some turned out pretty but some was kinda blehh. Randomfact: Iana is getting her new orange ipod today. I was gonna get the green one but then I figured I wanted the itouch instead. We haven't had the time to go get one yet but hopefully sometime in the following month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;...wouldn't it be nice if the world played music. That way, ipods+radios+mp3s wouldn't exist. But it would get annoying after a while(no duh!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Ok so what happened today. Woke up and helped mother put up new curtains. She was cranky though 'cuz the rod thing didn't seem to screw in with the screw thing. Yeah then went out with the family to Cinzetti's for bfast+lunch+dinner. Yeah three meals all at once! Then came straight back home bcause mom had an appointment. Until now...yeah I know right, its not very exciting. But hopefully tomorrow gets better. I still need to call Ell to hang out. We've been talking about it a whole lot but never really did anything so that has gotta change pronto!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2289705813744361425?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2289705813744361425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2289705813744361425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2289705813744361425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2814769971986804747</id><published>2008-12-20T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:01:35.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So...I never turned on my phone the whole of today. And I just did. GUESS WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;nothing, I didn't get a callORtext. That didn't make me feel good at all. But oh well, I'm leaving to Canada in about 3 days so I'm excited for that. Plus I get to leave the state and do some shopping+eating somewhere else. Hopefully when I get back, the "problems" would be gone. Oh and I hope I get to text in Canada without extra charge...if not, I'm leaving my phone under the bed. Yeah and no souvenirs either! I spent way too much moolas buying Christmas prezzies for you guys. Well maybe I'll get some for one or two of my favorite people, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;So, well I got up early today and went to tennis. I pictured the tennis balls to be "Jared's" head and smacked it as hard as I could. T'was fun. Then I took a couple of balls and threw it in the trash on "accident". Whoopies! Not my fault, "Jared" was being a jerko anywaayss...he deserved it &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST LIKE HOW I DESERVE ICE CREAM NOW!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2814769971986804747?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2814769971986804747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2814769971986804747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2814769971986804747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/no.html' title='NO!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-354397856899205822</id><published>2008-12-18T21:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T21:18:22.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mom is like permanent PMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;My mom is like permanent PMS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OK now, all I did was took the camera to school and completely forgot to take the case along with it. No biggie! But then mother decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;scream+yell+throw trash+hit&lt;/span&gt; ME! Yeah then she went into the whole "You have no appreciation for money" talk. Then she added the "Do you know that I'm the only one supporting you" talk as well...YES I DO! I've heard it enough times that I have it memorized in my head! She's gotta learn that yelling at the littlest things does NOT work at all! AT ALL!!! Just wait till I move out of the house and off to college in a couple of years!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;note to self: &lt;/em&gt;suck it up+move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-354397856899205822?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/354397856899205822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-mom-is-like-permanent-pms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/354397856899205822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/354397856899205822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-mom-is-like-permanent-pms.html' title='my mom is like permanent PMS'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-5988941485246833416</id><published>2008-12-17T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T21:59:22.239-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finals are over babbiee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Finals are finally over. I am happy+relieves+nervous at the same time. Oh yeah and I pretty much failed History so that means C for the semester! Ok anyways, I just got done with my drawing project. It looks awesomeish...i'm not gonna lie. I hope it makes its way to the art show! So tomorrow is the last day of school before a whole 2 week break. I'm gonna miss mah friends even though its just two weeks. Pssh, I have detachment problems...face it! Omg I'll probly bawl my eyes out on the last day of school! Oh well. But that also means two weeks of absolutely no piano classes+practices! YAY!!!!!!!! So Ellie+I had a funny convo today. It went something like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: Mel, u know what I decided?&lt;br /&gt;M: Whut?!&lt;br /&gt;E: That imma have an awesome break and come back looking all skinny!&lt;br /&gt;M:...*bursts out in laughter*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok yeah we have weird convos like that. The last time we tried doing the whole "fruit diet" thing, it lasted for pretty much a day. Yeapp...Jennie's brownies were just too tempting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE MY MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;there...I feel much better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-5988941485246833416?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/5988941485246833416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-are-over-babbiee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5988941485246833416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/5988941485246833416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-are-over-babbiee.html' title='finals are over babbiee!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-7962461792243348494</id><published>2008-12-16T20:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:13:26.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SUh5rMNBHKI/AAAAAAAAADk/gIb4Q_du1ko/s1600-h/editGetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280604346009066658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SUh5rMNBHKI/AAAAAAAAADk/gIb4Q_du1ko/s320/editGetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;It is crucial that I blog about Paola today! Okay, she is pretty much like a model in making. She just doesn't know it yet. Her birthday is coming up in like 26 days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;And yeah idk what to get her. WHAT DO YOU WANT PAO?!? It's hard you know...you should have like a party. A real party with like 50billion people! And guys please...parties are no fun without guys. Yay I'm excited now. It's all in my head. Ok now idk what else to talk about this girl. She's awesome...she's a hottae...she loves me(duh)...and she goes to a different school! grr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;i'm done bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-7962461792243348494?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7962461792243348494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/pao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7962461792243348494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7962461792243348494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/pao.html' title='pao'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SUh5rMNBHKI/AAAAAAAAADk/gIb4Q_du1ko/s72-c/editGetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-4500204989247912683</id><published>2008-12-16T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T18:52:19.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yay now. I failed it. It being History.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330033;"&gt;Tomorrow is English+Spanish+Bio day. Neways, so I am bored now. I'm sposed to be studying but I'm talking to the screen instead. Rarara! ok so I got out of school @ 12:15 today. Sposed to go get some community hours done with Ellie but piano got in the way...as usual. And mother couldn't pick me up( i mean she could but it'll take her 45 minutes!) so Kenny gave me a ride instead. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm so muchas sorryass Ellie Daw I couldn't do the "thing" with you&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We'll chill over break I swear. And make the matching tees we said we were gonna do. And plan out our whole "dance" plan...lol you know what I mean. And finally have Proto's like we planned about 3 weeks ago but never actually did it! And and and...etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;I AM GOING TO CANADA NEXT WEEK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;Yeah I'm not like "excited" that I'm travelling 'cause of the whole air/motion sickness thing I get. But I'm joyed up that I'm leaving this boring town of Longmont! I would do anything to get outta the house. That includes taking the trash, checking the mail box like 50 times a day, walking my imaginary dog, walking past random strangers' houses...the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-4500204989247912683?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/4500204989247912683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4500204989247912683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/4500204989247912683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahh.html' title='ahh!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-2343840683401027604</id><published>2008-12-15T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T16:53:34.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>finals is killing me PERIOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok now final starts tomorrow. And it absolutely HAS TO start with the boringest class ever...HISfreakinTORY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I pretty much haven't really studied. I mean I did, but it was more like a "looking through my notes" thing. And why I am procrastinating now?!? I have no #$%^&amp;amp;* clue. Boring! Anywaays, today...Ellie+me+Jennie+Mickey were walking down the main stairs and bam! we discovered that the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sadie Hawkins Dance&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;is coming up is exactly 47 days. Ohmygawsh right? Yeah then I asked Jennie to be my date, she had no problem rejecting me. Thanks alot girl, that made me feel soooo good bout myself. Then I brought up a suggestion to Ellie that we should hire guys from Silver Creek OR random places. The conversation would go something like this:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Mel or Ellie&lt;/span&gt;: Here's $5 to go to the dance with me, you in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Random guy&lt;/span&gt;: yupp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah! how awesome would that be. Ellie, we are so gonna do this! If it doesn't work, we'll have each other don't worry. Ok it's about time to start studying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tata fer now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-2343840683401027604?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/2343840683401027604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-is-killing-me-period.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2343840683401027604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/2343840683401027604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals-is-killing-me-period.html' title='finals is killing me PERIOD'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-7958860843972304516</id><published>2008-12-14T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:44:17.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>full</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am stuffed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROXANNE KHO!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Roxy had her 17th birthday party and yeah, that pretty much says it all. I ate like a ton of &lt;u&gt;this and that&lt;/u&gt; and ofcourse...THE CAKE! It consists of sugar+fat+stuff that kills the good! But ofcourse, I savored it more than anything. She had 6 of her friends over. I knew two of 'em...Carly and Emilie. OMG it was the best thing ever, Carly had her jokes that basically kept me laughing the entire time. And the parents were just cluelessly watching+munching on their food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...anyhoots, I went Christmas gifts shopping today. The word shopping just makes me happy. Like ice cream. ROFL! I got prezzies for every single one of my friends+teachers+family members. Yeah I'm giving 'em out tomorrow and the day after. HEY GUYS, YOU'D BETTER APPRECIATE WHAT I GOT, ITS WORTH &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3freakinWeeks &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OF ME WORKING! yeah...that's how important you are. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-7958860843972304516?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/7958860843972304516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/full.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7958860843972304516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/7958860843972304516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/full.html' title='full'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6833682573504530911.post-3347369284064420311</id><published>2008-12-13T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:20:45.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>newbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;OK NOW...this is my third "new" blog and I intend to keep it!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So my challenge now is to readvertise this blog. The last time, I managed to advertise it fairly well...then somehow my ex-blog got deleted. SOB SOB. Ok well no &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;loser&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; is gonna read this anyways so imma update soon k?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6833682573504530911-3347369284064420311?l=melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/feeds/3347369284064420311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/newbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3347369284064420311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6833682573504530911/posts/default/3347369284064420311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melissaisthebombdiggity.blogspot.com/2008/12/newbie.html' title='newbie'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15441409387858329084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dQEN3lMu1FM/SbnPAR5tJqI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iNFaJsWXrus/S220/editIMG_3326.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
