<?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-955608536745230870</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:26:21.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is What It Is</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-7134838625399738415</id><published>2009-03-16T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:27:02.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coping</title><content type='html'>I'm learning how to cope with things now, sorta. ha. right vanessa? I'm allowed to be a bit bitter, but I'm actually doing okay and better. I always get into these little situations, fall down a little bit, and then get back up on my two feet. So I'm not too stressed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is good. School is going and tough. My social life? where did that go? HA Well well, look at the date, it is March 16th, it's my half birthday! 6 more months, see you at Disneyland and then Vegas in October. Lovesss it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I gotta finish typing up notes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;San Diego, April 3-5. Woohoo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-7134838625399738415?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/7134838625399738415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/7134838625399738415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2009/03/coping.html' title='Coping'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-8097704302388450056</id><published>2009-03-01T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T09:11:46.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrade</title><content type='html'>It's March already? This is insane. The past two months have gone by so fast! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I finally got my macbook last night. It's amazing. Well worth the money my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama spent. So, now, Clariz,  Jo, &amp;amp; I can ICHAT! I'm kinda excited. HA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is definitely a lot better than my other laptop. Woohoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I gotta get ready for work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I'm on spring break, LET'S GO TO THE BEACH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-8097704302388450056?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/8097704302388450056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/8097704302388450056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2009/03/upgrade.html' title='Upgrade'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-7308459986587398264</id><published>2009-02-01T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:56:26.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, I've decided, we're not friends &lt;u&gt;anymore.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-7308459986587398264?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/7308459986587398264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/7308459986587398264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-ive-decided-were-not-friends-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-1970127907871629375</id><published>2009-01-26T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T00:17:19.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long time.</title><content type='html'>School has &lt;em&gt;literally &lt;/em&gt;taken over my life. Which isn't a bad thing, but I didn't expect it to be this hard and it's only 2 weeks into it. But, I know what I need to do, and I'll do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are so cold. Say bye bye to this weather as we are expecting clear skies and highs in 78-80 starting Wednesday! Damn this weather. It's still supposed to be winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, they're so many movies I want to watch. After all this stress. I'll somehow find a life out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I have a new man in my life. :))) Well, I know its too early in the relationship, but we're doing pretty well so far. He's trying to treat me well. I do have the hardest time understanding him, but it's great. We spend everyday together. I love it. His name is: Human Physiology. And We've got a hell of a lot of work for this relationship to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Meesh wrote a list about 24 people? And didn't name any names.  I did it before, but seeing hers made me wanna do one again, just cause and I have a couple of minutes to kill before I hit the books again. No in particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I know what you are going through is difficult, but if you need an ear or shoulder, I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;BM&lt;/strong&gt;! We've grown so close with each other that I feel so bad that I've been so busy with school and work. I miss you though, and i promise we'll see each other soon, I have so much love for you, it's insane.&lt;br /&gt;3. We've grown apart. It's kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;4. We've started this new friendship and it's going pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;5. I'll admit, I think twice about telling you things because you kinda have a big mouth.&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm not too sure if I should believe what you say or you just tell me these things to please me.&lt;br /&gt;7. I don't know anymore, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;8. You are the biggest shit talker &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And I can't seem to understand why.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I don't care anymore, so stop acting like I do.&lt;br /&gt;10.  We were once really close friends and now that's gone.&lt;br /&gt;11. You give the best advice and I'm so glad we are getting closer as each day passes.&lt;br /&gt;12.  I love you, dont ever for get that. And if you need anything, I'm here!&lt;br /&gt;13. I don't know what to believe anymore. I try so hard to be the better friend to you, but why? You put little or no effort at all. You were never a true friend to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;14. Thanks for being a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;15. You're a dog. Plain and Simple. I'd never go back.&lt;br /&gt;16. You annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-1970127907871629375?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/1970127907871629375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/1970127907871629375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-long-time.html' title='It&apos;s been a long time.'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-3740268268479490647</id><published>2009-01-13T22:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:31:44.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back!</title><content type='html'>It's the 2nd day of school. It's offical, I have no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye social life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-3740268268479490647?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/3740268268479490647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/3740268268479490647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2009/01/welcome-back_13.html' title='Welcome back!'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-2784989652143592481</id><published>2009-01-04T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:46:54.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dollar spot.</title><content type='html'>is the place to come up on a lot items. I went to target just to buy a memory card for my &lt;strong&gt;new camera&lt;/strong&gt;, which I had $5.00 off coupon for, and stumbled upon the dollar spot! I came up on two filing folders, post-its, mini highlighters, a paper weight, a note pad, &amp;amp; two mini filing folders for my index cards. If it isn't obivous, I start school soon. And these particular items are just what I needed! I bought notebooks back in September for .50 cents, for a 5 pack 1 subject notebooks @ of course the incredible target. I love it. So in  total, with my memory card, I spent $30. (considering that my memory card was $20). I was kid in a toy story and I found the best freakin toys ever! Oh, but don't be fooled, the $1 spot has a section that is all $2.50, for all you baking freaks (aka clariz&amp;amp;jo) they have cookie cutters and lil heart shaped pans for cupcakes, everything heartsy for that damn Valentines Day holiday approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my AMAZING trip to target, I came home and got ready for brother murs' party. Everything went well with us so, I'm glad! I went to the party with lovely Vanessa Caro and we saw a lot of old faces. It was literally a ND reunion. It was pretty fun. After my eyes disappeared and Vanessa turned into a red pepper, we tapped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts in one week, I might go back to do the dorms, which is actually on my to do list for tomorrow. I can't stand living in this crazy house, with this crazy family; my annoying but ever so cute nephew, my ever so extremely over-protective and mood-swinging mother, two crazy sisters, a brother, who snores and probably can heard in Hawaii, my very pressuring father &amp;amp; my nagging about washing your own dishes Aunt. Yea, thats a lot of people. Plus, I really want to do well this semester, mind over matter. I thought hard about narrowing down my classes to only T-TH and working on Fridays and Mondays + Weekends. BUT, then I thought cramming all my classes within those days, might mean that tests can be on the same day, yatta yatta yatta, you get my drift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow is Vanessa's 21st birthday! If you know her or are close with her, you'll probably be at her big bash tomorrow, So I'll see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girl comes back on tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's not going be on your time anymore. I'm way over it. When I started to think there was some kind of hope, you go and let me down. But, trust me, I don't get fooled twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know you love me,&lt;br /&gt;xoxo nikki :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-2784989652143592481?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/2784989652143592481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/2784989652143592481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2009/01/dollar-spot.html' title='the dollar spot.'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-7219479999426146759</id><published>2009-01-01T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:46:26.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy new year</title><content type='html'>So, everyone wrote down their best/worst or what not of 2008 and since I haven't posted on this for a long time. So I decided in the spirt of the new year, why not take it one day back and write something about the new year. So I stole this from Jamie, half of it, the rest way too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost a frien​d? ​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say about one or two people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Staye​d singl​e almos​t the whole​ year?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 4 months I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had your heart​ broke​n?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart doesn't break, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Had a stalk​er?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, I'd hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were invol​ved in somet​hing you'​ll never​ forge​t?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visit​ed a diffe​rent count​ry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nopee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost somet​hing impor​tant to you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesirreeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Got a gift you adore​?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tripp​ed over a coffe​e table​?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tripped &amp;amp;stubbed my toe. ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dyed your hair?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dyed it, cut it, got blonde hair. It went through a lot this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Came close​ to losin​g your life?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH, apparently, I was going to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Went to a party​?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? party? thats absurd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Read a great​ book?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​i jumped on that twilight/vampire/edward cullen bandwagon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Done somet​hing you'​ve regre​tted?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, just recently, I did something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saw one of your favor​ite bands​/​artis​ts live?&lt;/strong&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;Kanye west, lupe, rihanna, &amp;amp; N.E.R.D, tribe (rock the bells), murs, and that guy who wants you to throw your diamond in the air, but he's not a fav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you break​ up with anyon​e?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you get anyth​ing for Valen​tine'​s day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you meet anyon​e speci​al?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met a ton of special people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you fall in love?&lt;/strong&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;in &amp;amp; out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you like someo​ne right​ now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you meet any new frien​ds this year?&lt;/strong&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;More than you can count on your two hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you disli​ke anyon​e?&lt;/strong&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you make any new enemi​es?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;​I wouldn't be surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you resol​ve any fight​s?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, cause it's never my fault. HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you grow apart​ from anyon​e?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what happens when you grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have any regre​ts when it comes​ to your frien​dship​s&lt;/strong&gt;?​&lt;br /&gt;Not really, you live, you learn, you move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008:​ Your BIRTH​DAY!​&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you have a party​?&lt;/strong&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;No, I had a all girl dinner at velvet margarita. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you get any prese​nts?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If so what was the best thing​ you got?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HMMMM, they were all great gifts. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008:​ All about​ YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you chang​e at all this year?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess, the last couple of months, I did things differently. Go Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you get your hair cut?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with these split ends, I need a trim every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you chang​e your style​?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit more classy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Were you in schoo​l?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure was, in the beginning of last year. HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you get good grade​s?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you have a job?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you drive​?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you own a car?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss. I have car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did anyon​e close​ to you give birth​?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would​ you chang​e anyth​ing about​ yours​elf now&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Always room for change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008:​ Wrap Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was 2008 a good year?​&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was alrrriigghht&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you think​ 2009 will top 2008?&lt;/strong&gt;​&lt;br /&gt;I already know it will be. '21 in 2009'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was a fun filled year: with lots of love, drama, new relationships,old relationships, changes, the olympics, a new President, A Britney comeback, my very first tapings of ABDC, new phone, and so much more that would take me days to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the greatest friends I have, I wouldn't have survived this year. So thanks to every single one of you who have made a difference in my life good or bad. I've learned a lot, grown up, and realized the importance in life and everything that comes along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, with the past being the past, I am ready for a new clean slate in 2009. I've got so many plans already that I will fulfill. &lt;strong&gt;21 in 2009!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVES IT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-7219479999426146759?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/7219479999426146759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/7219479999426146759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-8362238263003800031</id><published>2008-12-18T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T01:06:06.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sore</title><content type='html'>So Snowboarding was amazing, besides what was supposed to be 2 hour trip, turned into 6 hours, but let's not get into details. Don didn't hook us up with chains or was it the tough guys who decided not to follow the directions and use their own sense of knowledge. Well, whatever, what matters is we got there, in one piece. FINALLY. I guess leaving at 5AM, wasn't really worth it since we got there at about 11-1130. And we all suffered from lack of sleep, but I did most of the sleeping for everyone, you're very welcome by the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess people at BB decide not to let us know that route 18 is closed so, we had to turn around and go the other way. And then traffic built? i think? I was sleeping during this time, and then next thing I know we're at Rite Aid, looking for a bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our amazing experience at BB, we went to the LADWP Light Festival in Glendale. It was amazing, besides the two party poopers we wanted to bump "techno" music and not enjoy the Christmas classicals. After the long arguments of eating and only wanting a damn cheeseburger, we went to Krua (aint nothing like Sanams, for B at least).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after our awesome 17 hours together, we parted our ways and I knocked out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sore. I think stretching would've been a great idea, but i guess snowboarding isn't really snowboarding without the aftermath of being sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is literally in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; week. And I am so damn excited. I did a lot of Christmas shopping today. I've got just about one present to get and that's for my dad. Everyone else will probably be receiving their gifts from me after Christmas. I spent about 120 today and thats actually not so bad! I've spent a total of 200, and i bought about 5 presents. So that's pretty good. Woohoo to saving money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've came to a realization, that I'm pretty content with life and everything that has been going on. Everyday has been a great day. And I really hope it stays this way. I feel like nothing at this moment can really bring me down. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing at all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I've learned to let things go, accept how things have become, and overall just happy and satisfied with that I already have. I can only hope for the better. And better is what I've been getting. No one needs &lt;em&gt;your&lt;/em&gt; negativity, so please leave it at the door before you enter :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and besides that, BYE BYE BLONDE HAIR! I went back to the one color thing,  so I don't look so A-Z-N. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I love my friends! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-8362238263003800031?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/8362238263003800031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/8362238263003800031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/12/sore.html' title='Sore'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-2841962662555969368</id><published>2008-12-10T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T14:14:06.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the not so bright ones.</title><content type='html'>like my great friend Joleena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Britney Spears cd. Track 5 or 6. 'If You Seek Amy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to be F (if) U (you) C (Se-) K (ek)  Me (Amy)&lt;br /&gt;translation: Fuck Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I guess we learned something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney, you are a clever one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-2841962662555969368?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/2841962662555969368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/2841962662555969368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/12/to-not-so-bright-ones.html' title='to the not so bright ones.'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-7549400522468987028</id><published>2008-12-09T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T02:10:52.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Seek Amy</title><content type='html'>It's super cold. I love it, but when will the snow come? I'm waiting. I picked up a snowboard and boots at skidazzle. So, We're just waiting on you snow. Hurry up please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals are here for most of my friends, so GOOD LUCK, let's have fun this winter break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably late on this note, but Britney Spears' Cd, is amazing. I absolutely love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been able to sleep at all at night. I stay up and watch reruns of topchef or just browse the internet for what I want for Christmas. I'm glad I have very few presents to buy this year. Not like I had a ton of presents to buy last year, but I have more money to save.  But, I'm pretty sure we won't be exchaning presents till after Christmas, but who knows. I get a fatty check the day after Christmas, I'm excited. Plus, I got a raise at work, so that's always awesome.  I work hard for my money, so I like to make it rain when I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do believe some things &lt;em&gt;are &lt;/em&gt;too good to be true. So maybe, this just might be one of those situations. I hate to say it or even come close to admit it. Let's not go back please, I'm trying to move forward with my life and the decisions I make. I liked the way things have gone for the past months and I don't need to be sucked back into it again. It's called the past, cause youre supposed to be getting past it. Whatever, Now I'm just rambling over about something that really is nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go to Candycane Lane. It's my day off tomorrow, so why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going to try to sleep in my cozy bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people should be starting their Christmas shopping, so Happy Shopping loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 more days till CHRISTMAS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-7549400522468987028?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/7549400522468987028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/7549400522468987028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-seek-amy.html' title='If You Seek Amy'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-6219009280460555262</id><published>2008-12-06T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T18:11:08.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>boo</title><content type='html'>Last night was pretty fun. It was great seeing all old faces. And drinking with great friends. And then losing your phone at the end of the night. I guess thats how it goes nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I still feel sick to my stomach. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, well now I'm heading to my grandmas house to watch the fight. WOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the 3G iphone now! yipee. So please, text me your numbers and your name of course. Okay Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-6219009280460555262?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/6219009280460555262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/6219009280460555262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/12/boo.html' title='boo'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-2687105914913350817</id><published>2008-12-04T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:27:11.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ugh Venting&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I want to think the best in everyone I come across, which is well deserved, or so I thought. Slowly, you see their true colors unwind. It's kinda sad. I thought the best in everyone, and what I know &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;, I just wished I never got involved with those kind of people. People who I thought were your friends and turn around and start to hide shit. Not even hide shit, more like, "don't ask, don't tell" game. And you wonder why people or "your group" dislikes you. Need an answer? I've got plenty for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand, why it is necessary to sit there and blow my ear off with your compliants. I am trying to understand what you go through and simply can't, when you continue to bitch and complain about everything going on in your life. Wake up, smell the coffee, it's not as bad it seems. If you haven't noticed, the 3o580921358958915 problems going on in the world, yours is nothing compared to theirs. I'm tired of feeling bad, to the point, where the tears won't help you or help me understand anymore. Its a routine every month. And I'm sorry, but I don't feel bad anymore. I'm starting to feel bad for myself nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-2687105914913350817?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/2687105914913350817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/2687105914913350817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-159438614338203243</id><published>2008-11-28T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:18:00.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why thank you</title><content type='html'>Target for the 2nd year in a row for blessing me with your awesome sales. I came up with a camera. My sister got a dvd player, ipod stereo, 8 dvds (which were about $6 each) and in total we spent about 150. I ran into some old friends, and old faces and kindly let them cut in line. I love black friday sales, but off to work I go in 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up since 4AM, shopping. Now my bed calls me for a nap. I'll post more about my wonderful day later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goood morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-159438614338203243?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/159438614338203243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/159438614338203243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-thank-you.html' title='why thank you'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-4113147248380242523</id><published>2008-11-24T21:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:25:21.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you smell that?</title><content type='html'>it finally feels and smells like winter. We are expected 1-4inches of rain in the next two days. And I am truly and utterly excited. And that also means snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I know you all are just as excited as I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-4113147248380242523?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/4113147248380242523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/4113147248380242523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-smell-that.html' title='do you smell that?'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-9139891039477570648</id><published>2008-11-23T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:05:49.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_7a01231734944f30a51e92df8c0e1a8f.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 343px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="450" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/l_7a01231734944f30a51e92df8c0e1a8f.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=l_0ba1362406644633a6a5adaeadfdc5bc.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 317px; HEIGHT: 464px" height="799" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/l_0ba1362406644633a6a5adaeadfdc5bc.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty much what my night consisted of. it was amazing and well worth it, even if I had a bit of a fever. My girlfriends are amazing !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-9139891039477570648?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/9139891039477570648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/9139891039477570648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/just-dance.html' title='just dance.'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-5135216109392684204</id><published>2008-11-23T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T10:28:18.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UH OH..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;she's &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;back. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-5135216109392684204?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/5135216109392684204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/5135216109392684204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/uh-oh.html' title='UH OH..'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-6445822901985199723</id><published>2008-11-22T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T03:32:19.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fools.</title><content type='html'>Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-6445822901985199723?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/6445822901985199723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/6445822901985199723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/fools.html' title='Fools.'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-242911985642534238</id><published>2008-11-20T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:15:00.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates.</title><content type='html'>So, I'm back, Well I've &lt;em&gt;been &lt;/em&gt;back from San Francisco. And my trip was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendid=553294"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; has other pictures, check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things I did, so I don't end up writing a damn novel in here is:&lt;br /&gt;- walked 30 blocks alone to Bank of America&lt;br /&gt;- ate clam chowder in a sourdough breadbowl, it was bomb&lt;br /&gt;- explored union square&lt;br /&gt;- ate awesome pancakes at ihop&lt;br /&gt;- experienced the prop 8 protest.&lt;br /&gt;- ate at bubba gumps (gross)&lt;br /&gt;- met up with &lt;a href="http://claracakes.wordpress.com/"&gt;claracakes.&lt;/a&gt; had breakfast, went to thehundreds store, to find out it opens at 12 on Sunday. I gues they arent on early bird time like us. I had to rush back to FW and I took the F line back, pretty cool, but smelled awful.&lt;br /&gt;- toured Alcatraz, AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;- ate delicious crabs @ joe's crab shack&lt;br /&gt;- walked aimlessly around the Wharf&lt;br /&gt;- Got milk chocolate caramel filled bars at Ghirardelli Square.&lt;br /&gt;- Left my heart San Francisco on Monday&lt;br /&gt;- Got to LAX at 6, and stayed in traffic for abot 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone173.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virgin America Airlines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone162.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone160.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone244.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone219.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landing in SF, 55mins flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone089.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Abi and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone208.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mom and i&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone132.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gays.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/gays.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prop 8 Protest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guy over where the police are, was ranting about how gay people are sinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was his sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone087.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Claracakes herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXUF4hcV5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gSH5CJhqLoE/s1600-h/iphone+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270852136444123026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXUF4hcV5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gSH5CJhqLoE/s320/iphone+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passed by a book store and found this, reminded me of&lt;a href="http://www.joleenaishonesttoblog.com/"&gt; jo. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone205.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from Alcatraz back to Land &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone024.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I at Pier 39&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone237.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iphone202.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/iphone202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bum.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/bum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this isn't unusal in SF. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tuesday, november 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUSTINE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meandmysister.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/meandmysister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=meandmysister.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sister.bmp" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/sister.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sean1107.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/sean1107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sean1255-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/sean1255-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=justine.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/justine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nb013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/nb013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My sister just turned 22. So that was fun. AND! I learned how to drive a manual car, compliments to &lt;a href="http://kidddrunkadelic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt;, sorry If I burned your clutch? Whatever that all means. So, if anyone needs me to drive them, I am a certifited automatic and manual driver. HAHA. Just don't watch me when I try to get into first gear, it makes me nervous. ha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also, went to TGIF. And totally had karaoke night with the girls. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wednesday, November 19,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy birthday Anna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ans.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/ans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today, Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sadly have to work. Twilight comes out tonight. I just finished the book. So I'm ready to watch it. I'm a bit excited. Have great day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles,&lt;br /&gt;Nikki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I have more pictures to post later. Enjoy these for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-242911985642534238?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/242911985642534238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/242911985642534238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='updates.'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXUF4hcV5I/AAAAAAAAACQ/gSH5CJhqLoE/s72-c/iphone+213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-7777826395819703278</id><published>2008-11-14T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:11:59.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why hello there, I'm sleep deprived.</title><content type='html'>Greetings from San Francisco. Flight was at 630, got here at 8. Waited till 12 for the others and now I am in my hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a safe weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the fun night in Hollywood girls and Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated: hollyhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXuB3Z-hQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qKmjuMKSrkU/s1600-h/roscoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270880654727218434" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXuB3Z-hQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qKmjuMKSrkU/s200/roscoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aw, we're cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXuBlcjFaI/AAAAAAAAACw/GrAjVEGSFiM/s1600-h/willsmithandi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270880649906165154" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXuBlcjFaI/AAAAAAAAACw/GrAjVEGSFiM/s200/willsmithandi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man of my dreams and the closest I'll get to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXuBjyc2XI/AAAAAAAAACo/4lSKA15zTcI/s1600-h/mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270880649461160306" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXuBjyc2XI/AAAAAAAAACo/4lSKA15zTcI/s200/mickey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our numba one man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXtm-4O5hI/AAAAAAAAACg/eMbmd935nbI/s1600-h/meeesh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270880192876701202" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXtm-4O5hI/AAAAAAAAACg/eMbmd935nbI/s200/meeesh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because she made the cutest pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-7777826395819703278?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/7777826395819703278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/7777826395819703278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-hello-there-im-sleep-deprived.html' title='Why hello there, I&apos;m sleep deprived.'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SSXuB3Z-hQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qKmjuMKSrkU/s72-c/roscoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-6417343173028255846</id><published>2008-11-13T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:36:49.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>two years ago in SF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nj-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 380px; HEIGHT: 324px" height="389" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/nj-1.jpg" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=abin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/abin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=gsq.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/gsq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=jn.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/jn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one just &lt;em&gt;cause&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/mean%20girls/?action=view&amp;amp;current=MG001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/mean%20girls/MG001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-6417343173028255846?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/6417343173028255846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/6417343173028255846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-years-ago-in-sf.html' title='two years ago in SF.'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-5583560452472993918</id><published>2008-11-13T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:30:45.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm leeeavvvinnng</title><content type='html'>on a jet plane. Don't know when I'll be back again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be on a plane in about 12 hours and I haven't even packed. God, I lag. I have no idea what to pack and how much to pack. Boo. My parents decided to take a later flight, which leaves me flying at 6:30AM. Lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty damn excited for this mini getaway. However, it is always good to get away, whether its to Frisco or anywhere else thats not the valley. I have so many things to do while there. Places I want to see, Clariz that I want to see, Places I want to eat, and of course a BUNCH of places I want to shop at. There's just something about San Fransisco that's amazing, maybe I'll figure that all out when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, And I can't forget, there's some protesting I need to do also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I shall pack now. The Target. Then some awesome waffles at Roscoe's. Just waffles please, no chicken. With a Lisa's Delight on the side. Please and Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures of my lovely trip. Promise. I know, all this typing and reading shit, gets boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/?action=view&amp;amp;current=grad5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 463px; HEIGHT: 402px" height="525" alt="Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v243/swtgrlxnikki/grad5.jpg" width="263" 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/955608536745230870-5583560452472993918?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/5583560452472993918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/5583560452472993918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-leeeavvvinnng.html' title='I&apos;m leeeavvvinnng'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-4246816231174627641</id><published>2008-11-11T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T06:05:59.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its 6AM.</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why I'm awake. I have no reason to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-4246816231174627641?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/4246816231174627641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/4246816231174627641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-6am.html' title='its 6AM.'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-5057935627475676058</id><published>2008-11-10T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T20:30:28.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XOXO</title><content type='html'>Gossip Girl is on and yes I am multi-tasking by writing in this and watching it at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I definately approve of S and A. He's pretty romantic, but of course shady, but nowadays what guys arent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was pretty fun. I spent most of my time with my awesome family, friends, and working long hours. I got to catch up on reading and studying, so that was very productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got to see a movie, after a couple of months. My friends and I watched Role Models. It was amazingly funny. I think I got a work out and almost cried from laughing too much. I highly recommend you watch it or even wait for the dvd to hit the shelves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my Grandpas birthday. Happy birthday! I miss you each and every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the afternoon in Glendale. France met up with me and we grabbed some pinkberry. We chatted about the past, present, and future. I'm glad our lives are both headed in the right direction. And talking to her, always makes me feel great afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my cousins from westcovina are visiting and it kinda feels good to have these lil kiddies running around. I'll post pictures of them later. ha. I bought a cardigan today and I left it on my chair when I got home. Sean proceeded to eat a candy bar and wipe his chocolately hands on it. Whatta cutie. I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Fransisco this Friday. I'm excited. And I get to see Clara doll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now,&lt;br /&gt;TOOOODLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. You're a heartless bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ouch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-5057935627475676058?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/5057935627475676058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/5057935627475676058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/xoxo.html' title='XOXO'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-6535946192921925005</id><published>2008-11-08T13:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T13:42:09.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its november right?</title><content type='html'>So, why is it so damn hott today. This crazy cali weather, please make up your mind. Back and forth constantly, yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;- girls night out tonight (a night in hollywood)&lt;br /&gt;- san fransisco is coming sooner than I thought&lt;br /&gt;- pay day, means boots please!&lt;br /&gt;- Christmas is right around the corner&lt;br /&gt;- New Years in Vegas&lt;br /&gt;- Possible winter trip to New York? totally though the tickets were only 172,  HAH really is like 260, not bad though&lt;br /&gt;- School starts January 12th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm off to Starbucks. I forgot how much I missed pancakes at IHOP. They were delicious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-6535946192921925005?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/6535946192921925005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/6535946192921925005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-november-right.html' title='its november right?'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-955608536745230870.post-1925740778161150742</id><published>2008-10-23T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T01:24:05.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>"People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed, and redeemed; never throw out anyone".  - Ms. Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all have the ability to change, never think otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/955608536745230870-1925740778161150742?l=nikkkks.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/1925740778161150742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/955608536745230870/posts/default/1925740778161150742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nikkkks.blogspot.com/2008/10/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>nikkks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09164201896047893050</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J6ZgGb4Uteo/SQ67JnMIS3I/AAAAAAAAABs/FVATrCC5fNQ/S220/n30510953_31888648_2426.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
