<?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-6343123374917444646</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:22:58.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't say it? Type it here.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-5032029150598181861</id><published>2010-09-19T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T14:06:00.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/TJZ62W1f9OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4ojgz9ZTby8/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/TJZ62W1f9OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4ojgz9ZTby8/s320/048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518733467650618594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to own you someday. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-5032029150598181861?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5032029150598181861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5032029150598181861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-going-to-own-you-someday.html' title=''/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/TJZ62W1f9OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/4ojgz9ZTby8/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-5320769406773784714</id><published>2010-06-08T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T23:20:02.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words to you...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so let's start off by him. He makes my heart skip a beat. If I hear your name it makes me wanna just talk about you. I tell stories about you all the time, it's crazy because I have so many stories to tell about you but I'm not quite sure you can do the same. It's okay though, that's not what I ask. Evetytime I watch a movie that has a happyily ever after I can always picture those people in the movies of them being me and you. You take my breath away. I don't think that I'd ever find another guy like you. You are my number one. We had our time and yes it over. It just seems like time is what we need. Just a little time together. Let me prove to you that i'm the girl your looking for. I messed up once and yet so did you.. Why can't we just give it one more try. What's it going to do? If we can't it's okay.. My life will never be the same because were not together but at lease I have you in my life. I'm so lucky that I met you, it's been a year and a week since we met. And I remember it. Oh geebuzz that was an amazing night. I wish I could be straight up with you and tell you how i feel but I get scared. I know I have nothing to be scared of, but ahh.. I don't know. It's hard for me to express myself for some reason. I guess it's a fear I have to over come. Just like another fear I have.. My fear is scared that you won't love me back. I know you love me. I know you do. You just love me in a friend way.. And.. I guess that it's not enough.. But, I guess I'll just take what you give. Nobody could ever compare to you.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-5320769406773784714?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5320769406773784714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5320769406773784714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/06/words-to-you.html' title='Words to you...'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-3783204557712113971</id><published>2010-05-15T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T11:23:01.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing.</title><content type='html'>You are totally amazing to me. Even though Ive only seen you twice, you have such an amazing life. I know I don't know your whole life story, but from what you tell me is crazy.I know I just met you but you already taught me how to be a better person. It's crazy because, I'm actually older then you. I know that your not really looking for a girlfriend, but i know that whom ever she is shes going to be one of the luckiest girls on the world because she would have such an amazing boyfriend. I hope I can find a guy just as nice as you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-3783204557712113971?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3783204557712113971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3783204557712113971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/05/amazing.html' title='Amazing.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-7258230158884859193</id><published>2010-03-10T17:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:21:50.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RUN UP !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-7258230158884859193?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/7258230158884859193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/7258230158884859193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/03/run-up.html' title=''/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-7142579007478971189</id><published>2010-02-28T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T20:10:58.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today;</title><content type='html'>was a good day. 3:14am Feb 28,10 i did somethings that i never thought i was going to do. woot whoot. lil' mama so Badd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-7142579007478971189?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/7142579007478971189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/7142579007478971189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/02/today.html' title='Today;'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-3239705222615173289</id><published>2010-02-23T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:38:17.702-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandpa Epie. ily.</title><content type='html'>Dear Grandpa Epie, Today was your birthday! And as much as I don't wanna say this.. I forgot. I know its not excuse. I feel really bad because you haven't forgotten not even ONE of my birthdays. And I know your always here for me, just how I'm always here for you. I just want you to know grandpa that I love you with all my heart ! You've been nothing but a HUGE impact in my life. Me&amp;;You Grandpa.. "WE" literally have been through ALOT. I remember when I accidentally stabbed my hand with the knife opening peaches. I ran to the bathroom; I was there for about 30seconds and you came after me seeing if I was okay(: And we needed Neosporin and since you cant drive you walked all the way to Luckys for me(: That's true love! Haha; if the time no one wanted to believe me.. Because of the wrong doings I was accused of.. You were there next to me telling my parents and everyone what really happened. You were here for me 100% and is still here for me. Grandpa, I just wanted to let you know how I feel. I know i don't say it much, because I don't see you often.. but i love you! Happy Birthday Grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-3239705222615173289?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3239705222615173289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3239705222615173289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-birthday-grandpa-epie-ily.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandpa Epie. ily.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-3217154547518756604</id><published>2010-02-22T20:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T21:03:31.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im here for you, Boo.</title><content type='html'>Just wanna let you know; I know I don't know what your going through. But damn; we have been there for each other. I know your not here for me 24/7 like my so called "Dream-Guy" but your pretty close. Closer then you think. Even though your literally one hour away. Aha; well Hun. I just want you to be strong for the BOTH of you. I know your not ready for this kinna stuff; But yannoe what? Who is? I don't know. I just want you to know that I'm here for you 100% percent. I'm being straight forward with you. No, lies. I miss you so MUCH! And i cant wait to see you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-3217154547518756604?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3217154547518756604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3217154547518756604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-here-for-you-boo.html' title='Im here for you, Boo.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-1235060696167472208</id><published>2010-02-20T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:25:46.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet what??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S4DdugR9LfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evs8UC3oZ6g/s1600-h/tumblr_kwy2zqsVZG1qzj5d0o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S4DdugR9LfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evs8UC3oZ6g/s320/tumblr_kwy2zqsVZG1qzj5d0o1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440592140872527346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I don't know what to call this. But, this is what we have. I can tell what you've been through just by hearing the sound of your voice. You don't want me talking to other guys. And i don't want to you talking to other girls. We talk on the phone almost every night. It doesn't matter if its from 21 seconds to 3 hours; for some reason I feel totally comfortable talking to you. I feel that I can talk to you about anything and everything. Its pretty dope. We are both hard-headed and stubborn. For some reason I realized that I have ALOT of patience with you..And I know that I don't have a lot of patience.. But, for some reason I have it with you. Its weird. Your so sweet but then your really mean to me some times; but I know you don't mean it. So if this is how we BOTH feel about each other.. then what are we??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-1235060696167472208?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/1235060696167472208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/1235060696167472208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/02/bittersweet-what.html' title='Bittersweet what??'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S4DdugR9LfI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Evs8UC3oZ6g/s72-c/tumblr_kwy2zqsVZG1qzj5d0o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-157128080767468695</id><published>2010-02-16T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T16:19:25.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cause I know you can make the bed rock(;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-157128080767468695?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/157128080767468695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/157128080767468695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/02/cause-i-know-you-can-make-bed-rock.html' title=''/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-2361932857643541655</id><published>2010-02-10T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T20:15:58.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You take my breath away(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-2361932857643541655?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2361932857643541655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2361932857643541655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-take-my-breath-away.html' title=''/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-1575119111503737267</id><published>2010-02-09T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:04:40.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DISLIKE PEOPLE WHO DON'T BELIEVE I CAN DO IT.</title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Sick and tired of listening to people/parents thinking I cant do anything right. I mean, has it ever occurred to you that at least im TRYING. Other kids out there don't even try. Would you rather have me be like them? I think not. I may be one of those kids who cant get those perfect straight A's you looking for. I'm more like perfect B's.. All you guys do is constantly put me down because my grades arent PERFECT. Geeze, give me a break; back in your days things weren't this hard. Think about all of the new things we have to learn. I'm not saying that it has to be easy.. But geeze. Your guys standards for your kid isn't working out.. You guys want to be nurses or be in the medical field. That's not me. If you want it so bad, you go to school you pursuit your dreams; and ill do mines. Like it or not; I'm still going to be your child. And it would be nice of you to support me; on what i want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-1575119111503737267?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/1575119111503737267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/1575119111503737267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dislike-people-who-dont-believe-i-can.html' title='I DISLIKE PEOPLE WHO DON&apos;T BELIEVE I CAN DO IT.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-8026842461261636863</id><published>2010-01-28T21:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T21:13:22.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;ONE OF THESE DAYS IMA KILL A BTCH !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-8026842461261636863?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/8026842461261636863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/8026842461261636863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-of-these-days-ima-kill-btch.html' title=''/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-1558930795994287847</id><published>2010-01-22T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:53:34.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOOSE.</title><content type='html'>Geeze.. Today was a okay day till i got home. My sister was so excited to see my child development baby we were in my room and we were all doing our own thing.. And i see a blanket on my bed that isn't mine.. I look closer and there you are ! So cute ! cuddled up in my bed ! I knew that when i first saw you that i couldn't keep you. Even though you were the most perfect puppy ever ! I  told myself in my head that I couldn't get attached to you, and not even 5 minutes passed and i already loved you. I knew that you were the perfect puppy cause right when i saw you i screamed and jumped around. the way you would run.. you looked like a little bunny. hehe. the way you walked. it wasn't even a walk ! haha, it was a little waddle. the way you bit my finger, it tickled but then it hurt. i haven't even heard you bark yet. Sigh, i don't get why i couldn't keep you. actually, i do. we have to many dogs and that's why i couldn't keep you. i really love you moose. you were the best thing that happened to me even though i have you for about 30 min.. now im giving you away and this is about the hardest thing Ive ever done.. i know im sounding a bit too dramatic right now, but even though you were just a doggy i still loved you. And now your gone but at lease your going to someone i know.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be cont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-1558930795994287847?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/1558930795994287847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/1558930795994287847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/01/moose.html' title='MOOSE.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-755801367565957799</id><published>2010-01-19T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:36:32.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missin'them days..</title><content type='html'>I miss the days when everything used to be so EASY..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-755801367565957799?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/755801367565957799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/755801367565957799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2010/01/missinthem-days.html' title='Missin&apos;them days..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-6124437340197336737</id><published>2009-12-30T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T16:35:16.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST2010'.</title><content type='html'>It's almost 2010 and this year has been one of the toughest years ever for me. I've had up's and downs, and I know I've made many mistakes and I know that I'll learn from them eventually. I lost a few friends but I've gained new ones. And I know I hurt some people and then again I've been hurt too. I just hope that the year 2010 goes great !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-6124437340197336737?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6124437340197336737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6124437340197336737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/12/almost2010.html' title='ALMOST2010&apos;.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-3434671400111052942</id><published>2009-12-30T02:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T02:29:34.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HE is NiCE</title><content type='html'>I know yur having some time to yurself right now. I just wanna use this time to say something. I know its kinda out there, and kinda random, but imma go for it. Its just that, how im talking to yu now for the first time, its like...yur my merry christmas that i didnt get this year. My christmas was ruined but i think yu make up for it. Yur my new years resolution. I feel like yu kan make my new year in 2010 better somehow. I understand if yu think im the weirdest guy ever for saying this. And that it might just get awkward or uncomfortable, but i guess what im saying is that im glad i met yu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-3434671400111052942?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3434671400111052942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3434671400111052942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-is-nice.html' title='HE is NiCE'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-4458498315093746179</id><published>2009-12-18T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T23:31:35.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness.</title><content type='html'>Lately, its been hard trying to put a REALsmile on my face. The funny thing is that i know why. I know you found someone better then me, and im truly happy for you ! i really am. But, if your happy why cant i be? You told me all these silly things saying you love me and all that. Then i realized you love me, but yannoe? You weren't InLove with me. I have the tendency to fall fast, and i fell faster than i thought. I think its because you were my FIRSTboyfriend that i actually count. You were the best thing that has ever happened to me. You treated me like a princess. i loved it ! oh gosh, well im not going to be a baby over all this. Im going to get over you, and i dont care how long it takes. Just know that your still my main nigga that iLOVE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-4458498315093746179?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/4458498315093746179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/4458498315093746179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-2887570940362662825</id><published>2009-12-15T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:33:17.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IRRITATED.</title><content type='html'>I kept noticing that Ive been getting irritated easily, when people talk about there boyfriends and what not. Now, I know why.. Its because I don't have a boyfriend to talk about. I hear people talk about how its there 2months, how she get to see them over the weekend, how they talked on the phone all night. What about me? As of right now i have nothing. I'm trying so hard to get over you, believe me.. But, I cant. As soon as I'm starting to let go something reminds me of you. From a car, to ice cream, to a song. It makes me think.. Will he give me another chance? Will he come back ? Geeze, I keep thinking that there's going to be hope, just one more try. But, I already know the answer is No. Bleh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-2887570940362662825?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2887570940362662825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2887570940362662825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/12/irritated.html' title='IRRITATED.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-6192143977636033463</id><published>2009-12-07T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:27:43.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAST.</title><content type='html'>You know we were never really lasted that long.&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm in class trynna spit this so called song.&lt;br /&gt;You hella fucked up, you lead me on.&lt;br /&gt;Then fck you nigga, your ass is gone.&lt;br /&gt;We had good time&amp;; bad times, we enjoyed them all.&lt;br /&gt;Even though your ass just let me fall.&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt do anything cause you did it all. &lt;br /&gt;We were so close, except nose kiss on the nose.&lt;br /&gt;No, i didn't even get a single rose.&lt;br /&gt;You treated me right, even though we fight.&lt;br /&gt;We both knew how to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;Looks like i wasn't the girl you were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;But its okay, i wont be sore. &lt;br /&gt;I got my guard up, no need to pout.&lt;br /&gt;Niggah its your loss, you missin out.&lt;br /&gt;Just keep in thought, i still LOVE you're ass.&lt;br /&gt;So that means i wont forget your ass.&lt;br /&gt;Because the truth is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were the BEST part of my PAST.&lt;br /&gt;Just sucks cause we couldn't last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                            -Julie-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-6192143977636033463?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6192143977636033463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6192143977636033463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/12/past.html' title='PAST.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-1839673185659460794</id><published>2009-11-19T17:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:51:39.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your just so</title><content type='html'>CUTE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-1839673185659460794?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/1839673185659460794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/1839673185659460794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-just-so.html' title='Your just so'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-770246328740900051</id><published>2009-11-18T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T19:03:41.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like you... AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>Lets have a new beginning.(x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-770246328740900051?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/770246328740900051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/770246328740900051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-like-you-again.html' title='i like you... AGAIN.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-8164667571576904293</id><published>2009-11-15T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:51:11.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PACman..</title><content type='html'>Ayeee, yesterday was the PACman vs Cotto fight and shit was crazy ! I haven't have family over like that in like forever, and i admit i miss em ! Made a bet with daddy and I won, but he wont give me my money ! What kind of shit is that ?! Haha(x Its okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-8164667571576904293?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/8164667571576904293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/8164667571576904293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/11/pacman.html' title='PACman..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-2830300504682634235</id><published>2009-11-14T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T08:55:54.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is going to be a good day. I know it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-2830300504682634235?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2830300504682634235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2830300504682634235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-is-going-to-be-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-8080943063423525180</id><published>2009-11-10T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T09:43:46.989-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes&amp;;Poems..</title><content type='html'>We all search for love beacuse it is the closest thing to magic. And when i found you i thought that nothing could compare. That is why whatever may happen you must have faith in that one person, and never let go of your true feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is like the sunshine warming my day.&lt;br /&gt;Your the first and last thing that makes me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;Your hugs started as a pat on my back, but now I can feel that they’re more then that.&lt;br /&gt;Time will keep ticking, and we will grow old, but your hand in mine will never get cold.&lt;br /&gt;Our love is more then affection.&lt;br /&gt;Our love has the lords protection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-8080943063423525180?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/8080943063423525180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/8080943063423525180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/11/quotes.html' title='Quotes&amp;;Poems..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-1390838260039636290</id><published>2009-11-09T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:27:22.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If your reading this; I miss you..</title><content type='html'>We just recently started talking, again. I really like it. We finally got closure, and that's great ! It made me stronger and more comfortable to be able to talk to you. I thought it had made me strong enough for me to tell you how I truly, truly feel. Here I go, I want you to know how I feel about you. I really like you, maybe its more then like. who knows? I know what I did to you was wrong. I admit it, you were right.. I was wrong.. I really couldn't admit it to you then cause i don't like being called out as me being wrong. But, you helped me understand that once in awhile everyone is wrong sometimes. I really enjoyed being with you while it lasted. You told me you wouldn't take me back, I understand. I sat in my room all night thinking about what me and you have been through, and i know we been through a lot. I'm just sorry i couldn't be a better "girlfriend" to you. Now it just feels like im nothing. I'm sorry I fckd up. I know I shouldn't let this be getting to me, but what can i say? I cant help it. I know you don't want to get hurt again, but don't you think that if I was trying this hard to get you back, do you think I would really do that to you again?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A girl can learn from her mistakes, better than she makes them"- itsJULZxD&lt;br /&gt;"Don't leave the one you love for the one you like, because the one you like will leave you for the one they love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-ItsJULZxD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you honestly can answer yes to that question.. Well, to tell you the truth I would honestly try my best to not do that to you again. I'm not going to make any promises cause its too early to tell. And breaking that promise is going to hurt you.. But, I really wouldn't hurt you again. The past is the past. I'm now making a promise to MYSELF that promise that I'm going to keep. &amp; that promise is to "Keep my guard up.." I know its going to be extra hard but I dont know what else to do. In order for me to be happy is to have respect for myself, with out having respect for myself how am i supposed to respect you? I know you already said you didn't want me.. I understand. I got it. Just give me time to get that in sync to my head. I'm just happy we talked this out, and now were on good terms. Thanks&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-1390838260039636290?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/1390838260039636290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/1390838260039636290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you.html' title='If your reading this; I miss you..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-2482171644018995170</id><published>2009-09-15T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:12:05.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>APIslander.</title><content type='html'>So, we finally started learning choreo. It nice. I met new people and i get to pend time with my friends ! whoooo-hoo; i cant wait till kilusan ! ayeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ! We about to gettttt this shiiiiit ! (; hopefulllly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-2482171644018995170?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2482171644018995170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2482171644018995170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/09/apislander.html' title='APIslander.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-3148628780052068529</id><published>2009-09-10T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:03:23.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody'sbBaby..</title><content type='html'>She's probably somebody's only light&lt;br /&gt;Gotta shine tonight&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh,&lt;br /&gt;She's gotta be somebody's baby tonight(2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I really like this song, one of my girlfriends (*DesiryJade) was singing this song an I though it was really cute ! So I started listening to it and now I'm in love with the song(: *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-3148628780052068529?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3148628780052068529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3148628780052068529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/09/somebodysbbaby.html' title='Somebody&apos;sbBaby..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-6941580365289430943</id><published>2009-09-10T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T19:57:44.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FirstLOVE..</title><content type='html'>Oh gosh.. I hate to say that I've never really had a first love.. And i find that really sad.. I have a friend and he and his first love were fighting i suppose.. It sucks cause i wanted to help him out, but the thing is I really don't know what he was going through. It made me think have i ever had a first love ?? What is a first love ?? How do you know its love ??  Pshhh; this sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-6941580365289430943?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6941580365289430943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6941580365289430943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/09/firstlove.html' title='FirstLOVE..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-6864055645661288242</id><published>2009-09-08T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:41:07.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiresme..</title><content type='html'>Even if the sky is falling down like he supposed to be,&lt;br /&gt;he gets down low for me,&lt;br /&gt;Down like his temperature, ’cause to me he zero degree,&lt;br /&gt;he cold, overfreeze,&lt;br /&gt;I got that guy from overseas,&lt;br /&gt;Now he my America,&lt;br /&gt;now can i be her soldier please,&lt;br /&gt;I’m fighting for this girl,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a battlefield of love,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t it look like baby cupid sent his arrows from above,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you ever leave the side of me,&lt;br /&gt;Indefinitely, not probably,&lt;br /&gt;and honestly im down like the economy,&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhhhh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-6864055645661288242?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6864055645661288242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6864055645661288242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/09/inspiresme.html' title='Inspiresme..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-5424307724588240076</id><published>2009-09-07T21:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:40:42.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me&amp;;Myself..</title><content type='html'>Today got me hella thinking about everything. I got advice from some people and Im actually going to take it.. Im usually the one who can give out good advice. But, Im not sure why i dont take my own advice for myself. I guess i learned that im not confident enough to take my own advice. But, i learned today that im only hurting myself by not listening to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-5424307724588240076?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5424307724588240076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5424307724588240076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/09/me.html' title='Me&amp;;Myself..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-4748155698336914457</id><published>2009-09-07T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T21:40:24.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LaborDAY..</title><content type='html'>Soo, its the end of labor day weekend. My weekend was really fun ! Friday i went to the beach and the weather was great ! i had no distractions &amp;; i actually got to walk along the shores &amp;; think everything over. It was great, i kinda wish that i can live near the beach so i can vent things out while walking along the shores. Saturday was a great day with my girls, we went to Palo Alto for the back to school bay function. it was great !! i got to meet many new people, and i met the ones i shouldn't hang around with.. So that was a great experience, i even got to see my friend there. I just hate when bitches try to stat shit w/me. She is lucky that i didn't beat her ass. Fun times! Got home around 12:30am and around 3:00am i went to Deny's with my sister,roger,argel and jason. It was nice hanging out with them again. On my way home venting to my cousin jason was great cause we actually understand each other, so that was nice. Sunday i spent the whole with my sister running errands &amp;; also chilled with roger too. Ended up having a late night convo with chrystal and my new friend Brandon *Wycoco er My cocopuffs. And yeah. Now today is Monday and i was supposed to see my cuppycake *jonathon but they hella catted, yes they. him &amp;; his niggahs. But, its good cause my and my girls went to Dublin today &amp;; watched the movie Ponyo* speaking of the movie !! it was great(: so i suggest you watch it ! And after that went to Union City and i went to see my cuppycakeee , i got to taste tuttimelon &amp;; got to eat jollibee ! Chilled w/em niggahs again and headed back to tracy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-4748155698336914457?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/4748155698336914457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/4748155698336914457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/09/laborday.html' title='LaborDAY..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-6591176052496166203</id><published>2009-09-05T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:43:31.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beachday.</title><content type='html'>left school and headed to the beach ! the beach was great ! the weather was perfect and the water was great ! I was walking along the beach and a little rock washed up on my foot, i looked at it and it was a rock shaped like a heart ! i got so excited and i ran back to our stuff and put it in my bag and went back. walked around the boardwalk and ate the most fastest foods ever ! like a funnel cake, turkey leg, garlic fries, deep fried oreos, ohh it was great ! to top it off me and my sister went on the ride fireball and i think you all knew what happened next. haha, i was screaming like a baby on that ride ! haha, i was so scared i grabbed this little boys hand, his name was jason by the way. haha i looked at his hand when the ride was done and his arm was red ! hahaha; fun day !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-6591176052496166203?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6591176052496166203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6591176052496166203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/09/beachday.html' title='Beachday.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-6271171820809051514</id><published>2009-09-01T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T17:07:01.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SICKnes..</title><content type='html'>ughhh. soooo i went to bed fine last night and i woke  up sick today... wtf ?! heckaaa gay.. now im sickk. someone take care of me, so i can get better before fridayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill blog moree after this weekend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-6271171820809051514?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6271171820809051514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6271171820809051514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/09/sicknes.html' title='SICKnes..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-7273091334229520096</id><published>2009-08-30T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T10:34:56.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DesiryJADE.(SEXtannnne !)</title><content type='html'>Shiiit was cracking, guy you just need to dance more.. Booboo. Police came twice cause someone complained.. Stupid Fhagggs ! i made new friends whoo-hoo ! ahaha; hrmm, i woke up with a tiny headache soo no biggy. i have cramps though ! &gt;.&lt; ughhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part2.&lt;br /&gt;P00LSIDE.&lt;br /&gt;soo while everyone got sent inside cause police came me&amp;alyssa went outside in the backyard and sat by the pool. it was really nice cause we both got to let some shiit out. i was really having a good time till i couldnt hold that shiit in anymore.. i was soo upset at myself for trying to make myself do that. i mean. what was the point?.. i just found out he's over . now, i just needa get over. damnnn, i guess. hrmm; well i guess thats it for now..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-7273091334229520096?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/7273091334229520096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/7273091334229520096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/desiryjadesextannnne.html' title='DesiryJADE.(SEXtannnne !)'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-6527899959522235749</id><published>2009-08-28T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T09:09:49.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BeingPREGANT.</title><content type='html'>omgooooooosh. im pregant !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today.. in 2nd and omgoooosh. shiit fells soo crazy. in 2nd period. i went to go a fake errand and this lady hella was like omgoooosh. meannniee ! ahaha; and i couldn't say anything back to her ! stupid bitch ! hahahajk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-6527899959522235749?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6527899959522235749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6527899959522235749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/beingpregant.html' title='BeingPREGANT.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-6831958978742121739</id><published>2009-08-24T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:48:52.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LifeSTRUGGLES.</title><content type='html'>Ughh. Sometimes I hate the life I'm living it. It's so hard for me to be happy sometimes. Right when things start turning out fine something goes wrong.. Fck, I just want to know that everything is going to be okay. With my mom losing her job and everything, ohh gosh.. Its been waaay to hard ! Ughh. All I'm asking for is to just be able to go to sleep at night and know that everything is going to be okay. I hate how i do hella shiit for everyone here and i don't get shiit for it (regardless). Gosh.. All I'm asking for is maybe a "Thanks You."Or some other shiit. But, Naaa, I don't get squasssssh ! I mean, shiit for being the baby in the family I'm not recognized as much.. As I want to be. I want to be able to go out with my friends going out to eat and watching movies and stuff. I cant do that.. Cause my parents are too busy paying for my sisters shiit. I understand shes in college but, fck ! I'm just about fed up  ! Some nights I just wanna run away to place where nothing matters.. Too bad I cant do that. Just one thought makes me regret saying all this... I just think about the other kids who don't have it this well in there life. I know i should be thankful, don't get me wrong I am but.. There are just times that make me soo angry at everyone &amp;; I just don't know what else to do..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-6831958978742121739?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6831958978742121739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6831958978742121739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/lifestruggles.html' title='LifeSTRUGGLES.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-2876874557405780116</id><published>2009-08-22T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:42:24.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BrokenHeartedGirl...?(DONT KNOW..)</title><content type='html'>Why am i starting to feel for you again?.. Idk, what it is about you, but you make me feel so special even though I know your not constantly caring for me anymore.. As I am for you. You did me hella wrong, but I don't even know why I forgave you at all. I mean when I found out you &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cheated&lt;/span&gt; on me I honestly let that slip through me, and I honestly didn't even care as much... All I cared was that you actually talked to me still, I miss talking to you.. /: Shiit, Just a couple days ago I was reminiscing about when we were together. When I gave you such a hard time to be with me.. I regret that, so MUCH. It's not cause I didn't wanna be with you, I did. I was just trying to convince myself.. I was just so tired of getting hurt. And I was afraid that you would hurt me. You never hurt me until you decided to end it for whatever reason.. I spent so many months thinking about why you did what you did.. Thinking that I couldn't give you what you wanted.You made me think it WAS MY FAULT.. Until i realized that It was never my fault, cause I didn't do anything wrong.. I remember when you would text me every morning(: and receive late night phone calls from you.. And when you got me shoes for Christmas, I read the box and written on it said &lt;br /&gt;"Baby, i love you. - ____ ___ " I told you that I'm going to keep that little piece of wrapping paper&amp;; Yeah; i still have it.. Ooh, goshhh.. Damn.. I don't even know anymore.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this me missing you?&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't even know anymore..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-2876874557405780116?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2876874557405780116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2876874557405780116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/brokenheartedgirldont-know.html' title='BrokenHeartedGirl...?(DONT KNOW..)'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-5482556972524923951</id><published>2009-08-20T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:38:30.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GetACTIVE !</title><content type='html'>Crazy, Fun, Exciting Day ! Well this morning wasn't too good. I woke up with a really bad tummy ache and went school.. Once I got to school my tummy got worse. So i tried to call my mom but she didn't pick up, so i called my sister instead.. So she came and got me at school. It felt like my tummy was going to explode the whole eight minutes I was in  the office waiting for her. Blehh; suckishyyyy moment.. I got home got my mom to make me soup. I felt better just in time to go to fourth period. From then on everything was pretty ayeeeeeeee okayyy !(: Went home and chilled for a bit. Then went out to get Starbucks with jillayee and jeenaye. Wow, this Asian lady almost hit us coming out the gas station. Then these 4 back fat girls were walking in the middle of the street ! And one of em' starts yelling with her ghad damn CD player !! Saying "Go the fck around !! " Damn.. She was a rude young lad. Haha; I mean she think she cool with her extra bright tight skinny jeans ?! Nuu-Uhh girl !! The fck. Trynaa jerk ?! HAHAHA; After we passed them I thought to myself.. Damn ! I shoulda opened my door so i can hit her !! Hahaha; Funny shiiit (: But yeahh; then we went to the park around 7sih? And played basketball. It was very lovely ! Everyone needs to getACTIVE ! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-5482556972524923951?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5482556972524923951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5482556972524923951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/getactive.html' title='GetACTIVE !'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-8666871884677424722</id><published>2009-08-19T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:13:48.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HannahMontana(The Movie.)</title><content type='html'>It taught me ALOT. &lt;br /&gt;It was a really good movie and i recommend you guys watch it as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;It has some pretty good quotes.&lt;br /&gt;It made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THAT MOVIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-8666871884677424722?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/8666871884677424722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/8666871884677424722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/hannahmontanathe-movie.html' title='HannahMontana(The Movie.)'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-7555885656636119976</id><published>2009-08-18T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:41:48.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love; What is it.</title><content type='html'>Here is a poem thing that i wrote like 2years ago &amp;; found under my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats love?&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;Someone explain to me,&lt;br /&gt;What love is.&lt;br /&gt;So many people search for love,&lt;br /&gt;But they don't even know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;So how would they know what to search for?&lt;br /&gt;Is it the desire?&lt;br /&gt;The looks?&lt;br /&gt;The personality?&lt;br /&gt;Their kindness?&lt;br /&gt;So many people get heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;Someone tell me.&lt;br /&gt;Someone help me.&lt;br /&gt;I want to fin My Love.&lt;br /&gt;Where do I search?&lt;br /&gt;Where do I go?&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;I finally realized,&lt;br /&gt;Love is everything you like and fits you &amp;; your style.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who can put a smile on you're face,&lt;br /&gt;from good to bad moments.&lt;br /&gt;I just have one question left.&lt;br /&gt;Why haven't I found My Love?&lt;br /&gt;Am i just possibly &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LoveSick&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-7555885656636119976?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/7555885656636119976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/7555885656636119976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/love-what-is-it.html' title='Love; What is it.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-3336906748797600782</id><published>2009-08-18T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:29:28.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Days.</title><content type='html'>Oh Goodness. These past days Have bee a blast from the past ! It's been great going back to school and meeting new people. But, sometimes meeting new people isn't such a good idea when the new people you meet are total assholes with a bitch on the side.. Grr. I swear, I have some in my 6th period class Floriculture. My goodness.. I have to sit w/them for awhile until things settle down I already can take it. I try to get along but, it seems like it doesn't work. Ugh.. I want to enjoy my Junior year, but it already seems like I cant do that.. Ugh! Why Me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-3336906748797600782?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3336906748797600782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3336906748797600782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-days.html' title='Past Days.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-5945238947755552877</id><published>2009-08-16T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:09:51.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HighlightOf MyDay.</title><content type='html'>Me and my sister thought it would be cool to ride our  bikes to our grandmas house. We were riding very smoothly and half way through  the way there I felt like my sister was no longer behind me.. So I looked back  twice &amp;amp;; before i knew it I ran into a pokey bush like twice my size !! I  dont know what happened but 2back guys had seen me and started laughing.. Me and  my sister stayed in that spot laughing our asses off for like 10 minutes  straight !! Then my foot stated hurting and as I looked down there were leaves  stuck in my flats !! Haha; Ohhh gosh.. We couldnt stop there, so we kept riding  towards my grandmas house with my arm bleeding.. LMAO ! Once we got there i went  straight to the bathroom looked at my back and I see spider webs stuck to my  shirt ! I was laughing hysterically ! My parents &amp;amp; everyone there was  laughin at me..&lt;br /&gt;**Highlight of my day(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-5945238947755552877?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5945238947755552877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5945238947755552877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/highlightof-myday.html' title='HighlightOf MyDay.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-5144624239542976675</id><published>2009-08-15T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T10:02:57.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SaturdayMorning.</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday morning and woke to a phone call around 84o. It was Cherelle wondering if i can go to her kick back at her apartment. i wanted to go so bad until my plans crashed ! Grrr.. So angry. Well; i just hope you girls have fun out there &amp;amp;; most of all be safe !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-5144624239542976675?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5144624239542976675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/5144624239542976675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/saturdaymorning.html' title='SaturdayMorning.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-486559834303379385</id><published>2009-08-14T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:07:52.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FirstFriday.</title><content type='html'>Today is the first friday of the school year and it was just great ! (: Not one of my classes got me bored, i happy to say.. Im probably going to get tired of most of my classes soon. Muaha* it's okay. So far junior year has been great, even though it just started. About 2days ago i got my second period changed ! Yay. Im dropped  advanced dance, cause it seemed like it was pointless.. &amp;amp;; Im happy to say that Im now in child development ! Whoo-hoo. (: I cant wait till January, cause i get my baby !! Haha, too bad january is like many, many, months away. -.- But yes ! Mmm; In english today, we had to write poems about us..&amp;amp;; this kid that sits nexts to me wrote a poem &amp;amp;; it was really beautiful !! Haha; like whn i was rading it.. i guess you could say it gave me chills behind my back. Oh-wee ! yeahh.. it was that good ! So props* to him ! Whoooosh. In 6th period today (floricultrue.) we had to pick partners introduce &amp;amp;; introduce them in front of the class. I got up there &amp;amp;; wow ! I could not stop laughing.. I felt stupid. Haha; but hey ! Laughing makes you look younger &amp;amp;; you but calories from laughing hard enough ! Muaha. But.. not these 2guys in that class gave me a damn nickname that i dont like.. "Pothead" is my name from them ! Like ohh goshhh !-.- Too bad i dont do that stuff.. Bleh; ohh wells .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well; I'm getting pretty tired now.. So off to bed i go.. G00dnight bloggers !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-486559834303379385?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/486559834303379385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/486559834303379385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/firstfriday.html' title='FirstFriday.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-6006523453272518437</id><published>2009-08-12T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:03:11.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day..</title><content type='html'>Well; lets see.. I actually survived my first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Period. Spanish was fun, the teacher seems really outgoing. I really enjoy having Derrick in my class. Ha ha he's such a joy. &amp;amp;; to all you white girls who mugged me.. SUCK IT.(:&lt;br /&gt;Second Period. Advanced Dance, I know I said that I get along with mostly everybody.. But there are just some people in there who get me so aggravated, even though there not talking to me... (currently trying to switch out w/Alyssa Love &amp;amp;; Bernadette Baby. )&lt;br /&gt;Third Period. English 3. My teacher is pretty chill. That class isn't all that bad to me.. Just that my teacher talks a little way too much even though he doesn't mean too. Ha ha, almost fell asleep. Good thing I had Alyssa Love there to keep me awake.(:&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Period. Woo-ho ! I sit in the back &amp;amp;; I can barley see ! Ha ha; Maybe just maybe my glasses will help ?! I feel like a total princess in that class &amp;amp;; I'm comfortable with my teacher already so that's a plus plus . (: Too bad Johnathon teaes me for being in the back of the class.&lt;br /&gt;Fifth Period. Human Physiology was cool, I have class with Junelle,Eddie, and Desiry ! Woo-ho !! This class isn't going to be easy I know that.. But, I'm willing to actually learn.&lt;br /&gt;Sixth Period. Last but not lease Floriculture !! Pretty fun class soo far. Ha ha. I actually got to eat in that class with out a problem. YES ! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo; School today seemed alright. It wasnt as bad as I thought. Lets see how long i can last. Ha ha; falling asleep already in a couple of classes.. Yikes ! NOT a good start ! (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*stayed up till 3am cause i was on the phone and woke up at 6:15am.. Ehh. /: I'm super,oober, tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-6006523453272518437?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6006523453272518437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6006523453272518437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/first-day.html' title='First Day..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-6764464504323307259</id><published>2009-08-11T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T11:23:17.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School way to soon..</title><content type='html'>Well, what do ya know ?! Summer is officially over in a couple hours... &amp;amp;; Summer is now replaced by school.. Yuck. I mean school is nice &amp;amp;; all its just that rawr.. I don't even know, i just want a couple days more.. Thats all i need. My summer has been a blast though because i got to spend it with many people i love ! Good thing have happened &amp;amp;; bad things came and messed everything up.. But; heyyy ! thats life. This year, I'm planning on actually trying.. I mean thats all my parents ask.. They bless me with soo much, if i need it they got it. So I'm going to do my best for them.. But, not only them; but for me too. I hope everyone has a good day &amp;amp;; have fun for your last day of summer everyone. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-6764464504323307259?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6764464504323307259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/6764464504323307259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-way-to-soon.html' title='School way to soon..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-2227806687949157287</id><published>2009-08-08T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:17:37.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming.</title><content type='html'>Oh wow. This week has been beyond the best week of summer I believe. I seen &amp;amp;: got hang out with my 2 friends i haven't talked to in awhile. Peter &amp;amp;; Jodeci. Oh gosh. Hanging out with them is a blast ! Haha; being in the McDonalds Parking lot running around the car. Haha ! holy crap ! people in the drive through watching us act like total idiots. LMAOxD its okay. Or being parked in the walmart parking lot with me &amp;amp;; jill listening to the boys singing. ohhh good golly ! Haha. Sitting at a mall bench being tickled like every minute ! hahaha. ohh-wee good times ! Driving to hidden lake, chillen @the park watching little kids train for soccer hoping one day I could put my children in that sport. Watching guys play basketball, thinking if any of my kids will like to play on a team. And just watching a father chase his little daughter around in the grass, pretending that there airplanes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never realized how much you could see in one day, one minute, one second. Laying in the grass, just cuddling with some one you adore and hoping that one day, they adore you as much as you adore them. Lets all just get a chance to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daydream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-2227806687949157287?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2227806687949157287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2227806687949157287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/daydreaming.html' title='Daydreaming.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-4192925036407898174</id><published>2009-08-05T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T09:44:55.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Few days..</title><content type='html'>Wow, these past few days have been great ! I'm so happy that everything is going the way i want it too.. Ergggh.. summer is almost over ! Why does it seem like we have school just a week ago ?! It's crazy how a few days; turn to a few weeks; and a few weeks turn to a month.. Lameee; well; I'm having a really fum summer vacation.. I hope everyone enjoys theirs while it lasts. HAH; well yeah.. Goodbye Freshman&amp;amp;Sophmore year ! Hello Junior&amp;amp;Senior year..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-4192925036407898174?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/4192925036407898174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/4192925036407898174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/08/few-days.html' title='Few days..'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-3375129439346438844</id><published>2009-07-31T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T23:04:35.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Markell's Pre-BIrthday Bash !</title><content type='html'>Today.. It was great ! Went out to lunch with my girls; including auntie Ofelia and auntie Cynthia. We all went to eat at Olive Garden ! It was nice, because believe it or not it was my very first time eating there, haha ! Well; actually in the inside.. It was nice, our waitress smile waaaaaaaaay too much ! Like no lies ! haha.. She was kinna creepy, then we all went to Best Buy to get Markell's Birthday Presesnt ! Whoo-hoo ! :D And it took awhie to get his phone, so me and Regel, Cherelle went to play the guitar hero. haha; it was GREAT ! I got complemented on my singing ! LMFAO. Then after that we went to Auntie Ofelia's house and chilled, went swimming and ate all their food ! haha; sorry aunite ! It was really nice though kicken it with some of the cousins.. It made me realize how much i miss kicken it with them.. Well; overall today was very WONDERFUL DAY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADING MARKELL !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-3375129439346438844?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3375129439346438844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/3375129439346438844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/07/markells-pre-birthday-bash.html' title='Markell&apos;s Pre-BIrthday Bash !'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-7537957406611656426</id><published>2009-07-30T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:21:44.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Cheeseburger Maddness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body"&gt;Soo... Me and Jill went to McDonalds, as we walked in a really good song was playing. We were inside walking and happily jammin' to the music. I ordered a Double Cheeseburger with no pickles, mustard, ketchup, and onions. While I was waiting for my order I saw these two white kids that had nice ass hair. :D Haha. They ordered there food and left. Then i got my order threw the bag away, and then walked out really happy. The song inside McDonalds was playing inside my head still, As i was jammin' and singing to myself outside I raised my hand up strongly, and my Double Cheeseburger with no pickles, mustard, ketchup, and onions flew out of my hand and went SPLAT ! right onto the concrete ! i was soo sad... While Jill just looked back and started laughing at me.. We got into the car and headed home... While Jill was driving i could see her from the corner of my eye trying to hold in her laugh.. THANKS JILL ! I was just complaining till we got home.. Now, I'm home with nothing to eat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**That was a waste of $1.29..**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***What a night...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-7537957406611656426?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/7537957406611656426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/7537957406611656426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/07/double-cheeseburger-maddness.html' title='Double Cheeseburger Maddness.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6343123374917444646.post-2316659061428941157</id><published>2009-07-14T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:32:09.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>birthdayMADness.</title><content type='html'>So, first blog here. Today's my 17th Birthday ! Yippe to that... Psh, this birthday is beyond the worst birthday ever.. A plan got cancelled &amp;amp;; whatt'a ya know.. one thing lead to another... HAHA ! swell ? yeahh, i guess..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who remembered that it was my special today. (:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;; all the people who greeted me hapy birthday even if it was from person, through phone,text,myspace,aim,messages ! haha you guys are the FCK'n BEST !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Julie-Ann&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6343123374917444646-2316659061428941157?l=itsjulzxd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2316659061428941157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6343123374917444646/posts/default/2316659061428941157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsjulzxd.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthdaymadness.html' title='birthdayMADness.'/><author><name>itsJULZxD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06777659346140661618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tc26IcOuCkw/S_A2rbpnFQI/AAAAAAAAADY/D7Uz92dkJ1E/S220/045.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
