<?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-25346282973343303</id><updated>2011-11-02T10:03:54.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rowing the Boat of Fate</title><subtitle type='html'>Who's gonna comfort me and keep me strong?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>629</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6664593227571670089</id><published>2011-06-20T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T23:34:12.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer School Begins!</title><content type='html'>(June 20, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's get back to blogging shall we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't believe another month has passed since I last blogged. I guess that's the trend for me nowadays. Perhaps tomorrow, I'll try to salvage the bits of my memory I wish to implant into this blog. But for now, I must sleep early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 6:30. Why? Class starts at 7:30 for me. Monday-Thursday for 6 weeks. This is going to be brutal, but I need to finish this last prereq. I'll be so glad when it's done, and I can finally start applying to different nursing programs. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only knew one person enrolled: Sahil. Luckily, enough people dropped so that I was registered by the time class rolled around. I got there at 7:30, and Ms. Canaday began to call roll already. There were a few people from my class last semester, but Sahil was nowhere to be found! Uhoh! She's already gonna drop people!! Sahil came in late, and luckily he was still in the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When she let people on the waitlist in, I saw my friend Jessica, Edith, and David walk in. Wow, looks like 1/3 of our class made it in! Our teacher lectured for about 2 hours, and then we did our lab which was involving 2 slides. I took pictures of what I could. It's fun interacting with my classmates again. Hehe. Overall, I think I can handle it. I talked with Jessica for a while. We left pretty early meaning I had to wait for my dad. It was HOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But man, it's been a while since I've been a morning person. As soon as I got home, I went to sleep. If this is how it's going to be for the next few days, I better start sleeping early. When I woke up, I sent the pictures to my friends and classmates. It took a long time. Then I decided to go walking since my bestie had the stomach flu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From 8:30-9:30, I was entranced by Christian music. It's been a while since I've walked with God, and I realized that I miss this. It's such a huge part of my life, that I know I can never let go. Not that I want to. I'm so amazed by the blessings God gives me throughout my day and my life. One lyric struck me the most through my walking: &lt;b&gt;"What if my greatest disappointments or the aching of this life, is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can’t satisfy?" - "Blessings" - Laura Story&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, I have been blindly living for the past year. I must get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've also started dieting. It's also been a while since I've brushed my teeth...my left side hurt. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to sleep early tonight. I seriously want to get back into blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6664593227571670089?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6664593227571670089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-school-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6664593227571670089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6664593227571670089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-school-begins.html' title='Summer School Begins!'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5561680392794952375</id><published>2011-05-19T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:38:40.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Level 8 Hunter</title><content type='html'>(May 19, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supposedly the world ends in two days. Well, you know the Bible does say that there'll be talk about the rumors that the end is coming. Maybe it's time. Or did they have these kinds of predictions before? Of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't really feel like talking that much today...just because I still felt crappy from yesterday and this week. I told my WoW friend that I would start playing today! But who knew I had to download it. I started at around 10, and it didn't even finish when I left at 1:30. poooo I guess I'll play tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said hi to Ms. Kyriakos as I went onto campus, and this guy with sunglasses that I tutored said hi to me. OMG, he was wearing sunglasses!! I didn't recognize him, and I walked in front of him. lol. I was so scared to receive my grade for history. Like, man this is for sure going to be the test that she'll say gah, why did I ask you to be my tutor? I got my grade...it was a 94! WHOA!!! I did better than I thought! I missed 2 points on the essay, and I got a couple wrong on the T/F. But an A's an A. We did a strategy, and I just have to get 72 to get an A in the class. hahaha. I won't do that though. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speech was difficult to get through. Everyone had really boring speeches, but all my friends went. :) It was nice to cheer them on. I got a 105/120 on my speech. Hahaha, better than I thought! But he docked me for having a yellow bracelet. WTF??? Oh well. I calculated my points, I can still get an A. I just need to see how many other points I'm missing with the rest of the assignments. OK! Study hard now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, was my anatomy lab. I took pictures of all the histology slides. Then I ended up breaking an adipose slide. Hahaha. Whoops! I got home early, and I got WoW to work after more downloading and fixing. Ugh. Now I'm a Level 8 Hunter. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly though I wish my WoW buddy cared more. He likes to pick and choose his conversations. So I dunno what to think. But I'm used to it. And with all my other friends, I apologize. I just didn't feel like talking. Level grinding seemed so much better sad to say. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I also sent most everyone the pictures, and I'm working on the cat dissection videos. I feel helpful. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5561680392794952375?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5561680392794952375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/level-8-hunter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5561680392794952375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5561680392794952375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/level-8-hunter.html' title='Level 8 Hunter'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-2259310349066932387</id><published>2011-05-18T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:39:03.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Therapy</title><content type='html'>(May 18, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really sad I don't blog anymore. I think I'm going to make more of an effort because I want to remember what happens to me. I'm missing a whole month now...maybe I'll get to it, but it'll be crazy impossible. Well, gotta try anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I woke up early and went to Micro lab. It was sort of raining. I looked at the 6 streak plates that I did. Just one colony. Wow Andrew. You can't isolate your second colony for some reason. My teacher let us borrow from some guys slant, so hopefully that works out. I spent the rest of the time doing endospore, capsule, and some biochemical tests for the one that actually worked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It left only time for me to go to Anatomy. My friend dropped Micro, so now I'm just by myself. :( I missed two clicker questions. Oh well, I'll study this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Micro lecture I hardly paid attention, and for my 2-hour break I made my cheat sheet for Statistics. Yay! That test wasn't so bad. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I came home and had a therapy session. I started singing songs that put me in a good mood, then I sung a lot of Disney songs. I'm in a dip phase. I still feel betrayed by two people that I met. Honestly, I don't like one of them. He gets on my nerves, and I'm a nice guy. Our personalities just don't clash. I texted one of them and said I couldn't hang out this Saturday. Of course I lied and gave an excuse, but honestly it's because I didn't want to hang out with the nerve one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to my Pokebuddy? He disappeared, and I texted him and he never texted back. I guess that's it then. He never really cared about me. I care too much about people, but they don't care back. Why is that....God, what did you want to show me with these people? That it's impossible to be friends? That I should know it would never work out? I asked one guy how his speech went but he always avoids answering the question. He's too popular. I don't know how I can...compete I guess. He did want to grab coffee with me today but I had school. See he's ok, my Pokebuddy's ok, but that other guy. We were all going to hang out Saturday. I just didn't feel like hanging out with that other guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my heart continues to be heavy as I write this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-2259310349066932387?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2259310349066932387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-18-2011-im-really-sad-i-dont-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2259310349066932387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2259310349066932387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-18-2011-im-really-sad-i-dont-blog.html' title='Disney Therapy'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-276923871797100709</id><published>2011-05-17T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:48:06.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Game Violence Speech</title><content type='html'>(May 17, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent all morning on my speech. I practiced since 8, and I took a small nap. Honestly, I still couldn't memorize. Dammit. I had to go to class. I made my keyword cards during the car ride.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;History was great. Now speech. I wish he didn't come, but he did. I was second. When I delivered it, I was awful. I read from cards again, and I didn't say all that I wanted to. But I made the time limit mark. I really wanted it to be a great speech though...since I got so far. Oh well. At least I'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, it was just lagging through class and having a good time. Then my anatomy lab. My teacher is throwing in a human muscle diagram and mannequins for the test. Oh great more memorization! Time to take pics. :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to sleep pretty early just because. I woke up late though and ended up talking with someone about his problems. I think he's going through the same thing I am. Hope he turns out ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-276923871797100709?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/276923871797100709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-17-2011-i-spent-all-morning-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/276923871797100709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/276923871797100709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-17-2011-i-spent-all-morning-on-my.html' title='Video Game Violence Speech'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-3510825369065845023</id><published>2011-05-16T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:50:28.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Robin Study Hour</title><content type='html'>(May 16, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a chill day. I went early to lab...and lab was canceled! Errr! Oh well. I stayed the whole day in the library doing nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I asked my WoW buddy if he wanted to study today. Well, for micro lecture, we had lab instead. Dang! Well I was able to put one of my colonies on slants. :) I had to restreak to get a second colony again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I studied with my WoW buddy at 6 at Coffee Bean. Gosh, he's such a cool guy and popular. But then my extroverted friend made me all stressed out about my speech. I asked my Pokebuddy to help but he never got to reply. Well, I found that the WoW Buddy who I was studying with lied to me. And there was something going on with my extroverted friend. I....don't know if I can handle this kind of friendship. Am I really a crazy whisperer? Should I just accept my role?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Red Robin after, so I could practice my speech. Yeah right. They have happy hour from 8-closing! That's so awesome. Had a margarita and chips. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's cool is I actually like hanging out with him. I think he's one of those guys who I can do nothing with and it'll be fine. Honestly, I don't want to do anything. But maybe that makes him uncomfortable so that he starts talking. Hahaha. Juuuuust like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-3510825369065845023?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3510825369065845023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-16-2011-today-was-chill-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3510825369065845023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3510825369065845023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-16-2011-today-was-chill-day.html' title='Red Robin Study Hour'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-8496182540934469267</id><published>2011-05-15T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T03:55:53.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speech Procrastination</title><content type='html'>(May 15, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Freaking out today. I just couldn't write my speech. I kind of read the whole day. I don't know what to write! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was seriously going to sit down and just write whatever came to my brain, until my friend Hana asked if I need to talk it out. That was the best thing she ever did because honestly it organized my thoughts so that I can figure out how to structure it. OMG, she helped so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right Andrew time to get nitty gritty and finish this stupid speech. I finished my first main point. lol. I guess I'll finish it tomorrow. For reals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-8496182540934469267?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8496182540934469267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-15-2011-freaking-out-because-i-just.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8496182540934469267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8496182540934469267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-15-2011-freaking-out-because-i-just.html' title='Speech Procrastination'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6283929565426208653</id><published>2011-05-14T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:21:29.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MvsC3 Videos and DFO</title><content type='html'>(May 14, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had good intention to finish my speech, but I couldn't. I was still feeling in awe of last night. Like I couldn't believe what happened still!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I made my friend's marvel vs. capcom videos today. And I read some research for my speech. Wow, didn't know that studies were being done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent today in self-reflection. I also downloaded Dungeon Fighters Online. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6283929565426208653?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6283929565426208653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-14-2011-i-had-good-intention-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6283929565426208653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6283929565426208653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-14-2011-i-had-good-intention-to.html' title='MvsC3 Videos and DFO'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5673808043769397418</id><published>2011-05-13T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:34:30.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brian McKnight and Jagged Edge</title><content type='html'>(May 13, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the morning posting up pics and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe I made this last minute decision...to go to a Brian McKnight and Jagged Edge concert! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends came over, and I was nervous just because Karla and Karen were going to see my house after a long time. My room was SO messy. lol, but I don't really care. I know my mom does more. When everyone got ready, we stopped by Albertson's to buy some drinks. :) We got there paid $7 for parking, and had a little preparty. I drank a shot of Seagrams and Patron. I had my buzz walking the streets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The concert was amazeballs! Well, Carl Thomas and Donnell Jones performed first, but I didn't know who they were. And I can't believe Jagged Edge is back after 13 years! They still sound good lol. But the man himself. Brian McKnight. OMG. I was just amazed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then afterward there was a chance to get his autograph. I always jump the gun at these things! No choice anyway, since my friend Karla my driver wanted to do it. What sucks is we had to buy merchandise beforehand. Another $20 for something for him to sign. lol. I bought a CD. Now the waiting in line game. We took a picture with his sons who were part of Brkn Rbtz. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was surreal. I got to meet him!! I didn't want to shake his hand I was too scared. He asked for my name and I said Andrew. But he thought I said Angie. LOL. Then he said sorry he was deaf. OMGOMG. It's ok, Brian McKnight. I die just to be in your presence!! Overall, it was a great night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5673808043769397418?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5673808043769397418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-13-2011-brian-mcknight-and-jagged.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5673808043769397418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5673808043769397418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-13-2011-brian-mcknight-and-jagged.html' title='Brian McKnight and Jagged Edge'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-4498877009174473722</id><published>2011-05-12T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T13:42:04.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Huevos and Spushi</title><content type='html'>(May 12, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was a funny conversation between my Pokefriends. Spushi!! And growing some huevos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't finish my speech outline. I'm missing so many points in that class now...I wonder if it's worth it to keep it. I went to my classes. The cat is just gross, but I was able to get video of my teacher explaining all the muscles of the cat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my friends styled me today. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-4498877009174473722?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4498877009174473722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-12-2011-this-morning-was-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4498877009174473722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4498877009174473722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-12-2011-this-morning-was-funny.html' title='Green Huevos and Spushi'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6078210326499406085</id><published>2011-05-11T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T15:07:44.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bug Biting</title><content type='html'>(May 11, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a bad start. I started my final project today after our practical. That was a bomb practical though! I could only streaking on plates. Let's hope I get some colonies. I found out I got a 69/75 on my practical. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad forgot to pick me up. (sigh). So I had to wait while all these bugs started biting me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6078210326499406085?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6078210326499406085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-11-2011-what-bad-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6078210326499406085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6078210326499406085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-11-2011-what-bad-start.html' title='Bug Biting'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-1927342704523111918</id><published>2011-05-10T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:37:06.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Survey</title><content type='html'>(May 10, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm, my Pokebuddy was having doubts to going to the Renaissance Faire. Well, I tried to convince him it was all in his head. Can't really think of what happened today. Aftermath of History, teacher pointed out I was a tutor. I basically wrote my survey today, and hoped that he would let me pass it out to everybody since I was the only one who didn't turn one in. I had a small window of time. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started muscles and dissecting a cat. We didn't know what we were doing so I think we mutilated it. OMG did we cut the muscles??? Hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-1927342704523111918?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1927342704523111918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-10-2011-cant-really-think-of-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1927342704523111918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1927342704523111918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-10-2011-cant-really-think-of-what.html' title='Late Survey'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-7535144741634629324</id><published>2011-05-09T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:38:52.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgetful Determination</title><content type='html'>(May 9, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed lab today!!! Wow, what a great start to my week. I was on campus too and studying. DAMN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was the first time I studied with a random online friend. Haha, weird. Basically a WoW buddy. But we went to Coffee Bean and it wasn't so bad. I was trying to get stuff done, but we ended up talking a lot. He had work too, and he just wouldn't do it. We left, and then I realized that I dropped my wallet! I had to drive back! Glad thing it was still there. :) Then we went to Denny's and talked some more. Supposed to study. Haha, this is probably why I can't study with people. We just end up talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because of him and the fact that I wanted to challenge him, I played Pokemon tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-7535144741634629324?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7535144741634629324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-9-2011-i-missed-lab-today-wow-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7535144741634629324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7535144741634629324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-9-2011-i-missed-lab-today-wow-what.html' title='Forgetful Determination'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6494339992770565796</id><published>2011-05-08T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:40:11.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day 2011</title><content type='html'>(May 8, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to watch the game with my friend, but I think making family visits is more important. I visited Mamang. I love her so much even though she always makes fun of me and tells me I'm dark. :) Then that night I played Pokemon and Peter and I played Portal 2. So awesome!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6494339992770565796?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6494339992770565796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-8-2011-happy-mothers-day-i-visited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6494339992770565796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6494339992770565796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-8-2011-happy-mothers-day-i-visited.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day 2011'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6222880403927319691</id><published>2011-05-07T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:44:27.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Tournament in Orange!</title><content type='html'>(May 7, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove to Orange to Legendary Lotus for the Marvel vs. Capcom 3 tournament! It was a really small turnout, but Peter entered. Gosh, he has this vague idea that I would get bored if I came along. Honestly dude, calm yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, Peter got pounded in the tournament, but it was fun. He lost the first round, then won two, and lost the third time. There was even an accusation of cheating...which turned out to be true lol. We ate Indian food after. The one over at my place. It was very weird because their naans were crispy and the food came in a bowl. Then Peter had to go. :( No weird stuff this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt like crap after this week. After hanging out with the online Pokebuddies I made. Maybe I shouldn't be friends with them. I had a whole Saturday to myself and thinking. But later that night I went over to Karen's house to watch the Pacquiao fight! I only caught the last three rounds. lol. Lots of food to eat. We basically caught up with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6222880403927319691?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6222880403927319691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-7-2011-i-felt-like-crap-after-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6222880403927319691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6222880403927319691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-7-2011-i-felt-like-crap-after-this.html' title='Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Tournament in Orange!'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5701499255069301397</id><published>2011-05-06T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:47:12.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Tutoring Session</title><content type='html'>(May 6, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm really not sure how this tutoring stuff worked, so I went to the library and just sat in the room for a while....then I went to the office and just asked if there were any openings. Apparently not. But last minute someone called for one. Well, looks like I'll be working! Had my second history tutoring session! It was a one-on-one session, but I learned from my previous session on what to tell him. I was helpful, yay! I turned in stuff, then I went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my friend Peter came up! He's here because there was a tournament in Orange scheduled for tomorrow. :o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, first my mom and I went to Kohl's. My dad pretty much let my friend in. Then we played Marvel all night. :D Preparing for tomorrow's tournament!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5701499255069301397?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5701499255069301397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-6-2011-had-my-second-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5701499255069301397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5701499255069301397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-6-2011-had-my-second-history.html' title='Second Tutoring Session'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6785178305665537761</id><published>2011-05-05T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:50:48.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>History and Anatomy Practical</title><content type='html'>(May 5, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday pops!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pokebuddy's going through a rough time in his life. I want to be there for him, but I can only do so much. I tried, but maybe I pushed too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had my History test and anatomy practical. I didn't think I'd be tutoring today, BUT the class got way too big, so I offered to help tutor these kids. OMG, I didn't know what I was doing, but I was able to outline the essay so well. I hope I helped...Gosh, so much stress! I did so badly on that test too because I didn't have time to study for myself. I was so busy helping other people. :/My friend wanted to meet up with me after the history test, but I told him I couldn't hang out because of studying. Then I bumped into him! Awkward!!! Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a 95 on my practical. lol. He pointed to random bones and asked us to say everything orally. I just missed the orientation of the hip bone. :P I skipped my Speech class. Whoops! Great that's a lot of points missing right there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6785178305665537761?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6785178305665537761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-5-2011-happy-birthday-pops-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6785178305665537761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6785178305665537761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-5-2011-happy-birthday-pops-my.html' title='History and Anatomy Practical'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-1448301955477253952</id><published>2011-05-04T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:30:43.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(May 4, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of just spent the day studying for tomorrow. I sung Glee songs in the library Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-1448301955477253952?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1448301955477253952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-4-2011-i-kind-of-just-spent-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1448301955477253952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1448301955477253952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-4-2011-i-kind-of-just-spent-day.html' title=''/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-7732827231948428531</id><published>2011-05-03T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:32:38.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(May 3, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just had class. My anatomy practical is Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a heart to heart with my Pokebuddy. He's going through so much right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-7732827231948428531?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7732827231948428531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-3-2011-just-had-class.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7732827231948428531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7732827231948428531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-3-2011-just-had-class.html' title=''/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-1854078501819103321</id><published>2011-05-02T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:34:52.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(May 2, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang, I wonder what my friend meant on my wall. I really hate what my online Pokebuddies did to me on Saturday. Why did I ever agree to hang out? One of them told the others off (he wasn't there when it happened). Then I just felt bad for that! Ugh. Whyyyyy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my Yu-gi-oh buddy isn't mad with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had a heart to heart with Hana to help her with her meltdown. I'm here for ya. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-1854078501819103321?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1854078501819103321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-2-2011-dang-i-wonder-what-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1854078501819103321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1854078501819103321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-2-2011-dang-i-wonder-what-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5724999508716657405</id><published>2011-05-01T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:37:01.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(May 1, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow, it's May! I woke up at my friends house. We ate McDonald's and I went home to reminisce on the day. I dunno. I am socially awkward....and I felt like shit last night. So let me just have this day to myself. My Pokebuddy was telling me how he felt all left out. Sorry man... I played it off though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, Osama Bin laden's dead. O_O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5724999508716657405?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5724999508716657405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-1-2011-wow-its-may-i-woke-up-at-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5724999508716657405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5724999508716657405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-1-2011-wow-its-may-i-woke-up-at-my.html' title=''/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-2841900436764362828</id><published>2011-04-30T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:38:16.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(April 30, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day when I meet the friends I made online. Scary!! It's cool one of the guys was driving. We all went to the beach. I got drunk. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Sonic's, then we dropped off one friend, then we got drunk at my other friend's house. LOL. 4Lokos is a crazy drink!! But yeah, I did feel left out today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-2841900436764362828?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2841900436764362828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-30-2011-day-when-i-meet-friends-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2841900436764362828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2841900436764362828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-30-2011-day-when-i-meet-friends-i.html' title=''/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-2857323734678249291</id><published>2011-04-29T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:38:45.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(April 29, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hung out with my friend Jae. He taught me how to drive stick shift! I miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-2857323734678249291?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2857323734678249291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-29-2011-hung-out-with-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2857323734678249291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2857323734678249291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-29-2011-hung-out-with-my-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-4375262887067479981</id><published>2011-04-28T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:41:02.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(April 28, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my informative speech. So not ready. I read from the cards. It was awful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-4375262887067479981?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4375262887067479981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-28-2011-had-my-informative-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4375262887067479981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4375262887067479981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-28-2011-had-my-informative-speech.html' title=''/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-4298644587741229503</id><published>2011-04-27T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:42:29.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(April 27, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did a chair lifting thing in Anatomy. Gosh, my speech is gonna be horrible tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-4298644587741229503?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4298644587741229503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-27-2011-did-chair-lifting-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4298644587741229503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4298644587741229503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-27-2011-did-chair-lifting-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-2314688816917731388</id><published>2011-04-26T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:43:57.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(April 26, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much to do...I found out my practical is oral. Waaah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-2314688816917731388?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2314688816917731388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-26-2011-so-much-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2314688816917731388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2314688816917731388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-26-2011-so-much-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-1806015761512892574</id><published>2011-04-25T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:45:54.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(April 25, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Easter, I decided it was time to just let go of everything that was sort of hindering me in life. All right, let's start a new adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-1806015761512892574?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1806015761512892574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-25-2011-after-easter-i-decided-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1806015761512892574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1806015761512892574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/april-25-2011-after-easter-i-decided-it.html' title=''/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-3740443600482149625</id><published>2011-04-24T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:27:23.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Easter of Reflection</title><content type='html'>(April 24, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's see how do I start this...it's been a while since I've blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the day in deep reflection and repentance. I realized from last night's conversation with my friend Ash that I should give myself more credit when it comes to the art of conversation. I have a way of probing information when I notice a quietness ensues. I'm not sure if people like that, but I do what I can. It seems like people aren't that interested in me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I texted everyone I loved a Happy Easter! including all the new online friends I've met recently. It was joyful to get a text from everybody. There was only one guy who didn't reply...but I shouldn't expect much from him. Right? I just get so caught up in not feeling recognized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is about Jesus' resurrection. He died for our sins, then rose from the dead. I reflected on how much I haven't been growing spiritually as much as I could be. Then I thought about my past journey and how...circular its been. My friend goes back with his ex. My sis still wants a guy even though she told me he was done with him. And me? Maybe I'm going back to where I started. I went on my journey looking for a potential Pokebuddy, but in the end, I decided that I'm not ready to advance any online friendship. Sorry I got so caught up in finding the new, when in reality I can rely on the older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to quit facebook and twitter. Even today while studying I grew so attached at seeing if anyone would respond to my posts or anything. But no. I'm usually the one interested in other people. No one out there really shows interest in my posts. I know they read it. A click would be nice though...Thanks to the people that do. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These online Pokebuddies have friends. I am not a close one. Why even bother? Two nights ago, I had a friend play video games with me, and there wasn't any sort of expectation or nagging. Whatever happened happened. Maybe these online people get bored easily. Maybe they won't like me. Thus, my insecurities begin to show. This Saturday's the first, and maybe last, time I hang out with a few of them. I'll just see how it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the whole day trying to study, then I just took a break and I watched johneepixels7 's JEDA videos. I'm just happy at how awesome this guy is. He was going to Skype random people today, and I sent him my ID, dressed up and everything, but he didn't Skype me. Haha. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-3740443600482149625?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3740443600482149625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-of-reflection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3740443600482149625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3740443600482149625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-of-reflection.html' title='An Easter of Reflection'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-4871695695685206476</id><published>2011-04-23T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:52:35.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairytale Dragons</title><content type='html'>(April 23, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I had a very interesting conversation with my friend Ash. He told me about his relationship with Tigre, but it was all written in a fairy tale like format. Twas a sad tale. I don't know what came over me, but I decided to continue the story. He was the Dragon, and Tigre was the Tiger. They were both born in these Chinese Zodiac years. I am the Year of the Rabbit. I made a part 2 to the fairy tale, with the perspective of the rabbit. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poor Ash. I hope everything goes well. Sounds like he's a very insecure person. Almost like me. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier today I drove my mom to my aunt's house. I stayed for a while and listened to my grandma ramble on brown skin. (&amp;gt;&amp;lt;) Oh well. Then I went to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble to study with my sis. The tables were small, so we went to Starbucks. Got 3 hours of studying and storytelling. I couldn't even finish a chapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ended the night at Buffalo Wild Wings, and I got a free cake for my birthday. Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I texted a random friend, and he told me he might be moving to Kenya soon. Whoa! I felt so sad...everyone has made a big trip except me. And I could tell there's still weirdness in our conversation. He probably wouldn't give me the time of day anymore. So I felt like I made a mistake telling him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-4871695695685206476?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4871695695685206476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/fairytale-dragons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4871695695685206476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4871695695685206476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/fairytale-dragons.html' title='Fairytale Dragons'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-3720982448601357725</id><published>2011-04-22T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T00:49:57.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapist on the Loose</title><content type='html'>(April 22, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Good Friday and Earth Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peter and I basically did nothing except play video games. It was glorious. I really miss having a friend like that. Too bad he lives so far. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Vons to pick up some fruits, then went to Tropical Smoothie Cafe to douse ourselves with more fruit. While we were talking about life, and his relationship, a girl runs in and screams, "MY FRIEND'S GETTING RAPED!" What?? We ran outside, a man runs across gets in his car and leaves. I seriously tried my best to read the license plate. The police punch the numbers in, but it was a fail. :( I tried. I filed a witness report at least.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the whole day bummed. We played a little bit of Mortal Kombat. Later that night the Detective comes in with a sketch of the man. I couldn't tell because I saw his face for about 2 seconds. Ugh. Why was I the only one trying to pay attention?? Well, hope I can help Tuesday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-3720982448601357725?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3720982448601357725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/rapist-on-loose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3720982448601357725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3720982448601357725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/rapist-on-loose.html' title='Rapist on the Loose'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-4621743336003428453</id><published>2011-04-21T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:11:19.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlikely Friend</title><content type='html'>(April 21, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turned in my tutoring papers! All that's left is to tell my teacher what hours I posted. I'm scared and excited. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's weird is that this guy in my speech class waited with me. And he doesn't talk that much, so it was hard trying to come up with something to say. I told him that I had to turn in stuff, but he waited anyway. (O_O) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They keep mentioning my 100 in Anatomy class! OMG.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Peter came up for the night. We played Marvel vs Capcom 3. Yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-4621743336003428453?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4621743336003428453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/unlikely-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4621743336003428453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4621743336003428453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/unlikely-friend.html' title='Unlikely Friend'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-3008027814230380483</id><published>2011-04-20T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:13:54.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Microbiology Results</title><content type='html'>(April 20, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Full day. Read our Micro lab results and I finished my Extra credit assignment. Evals came in. Ugh. I wrote that longwinded comment! Got a 99 on my Statistics Midterm. YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-3008027814230380483?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3008027814230380483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/microbiology-results.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3008027814230380483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3008027814230380483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/microbiology-results.html' title='Microbiology Results'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-8533704606085960161</id><published>2011-04-19T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T01:14:28.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? A Tutor?</title><content type='html'>(April 19, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teacher recommended me for tutoring. Yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-8533704606085960161?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8533704606085960161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-tutor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8533704606085960161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8533704606085960161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/04/me-tutor.html' title='Me? A Tutor?'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6266246728111730627</id><published>2011-03-29T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:46:10.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Massive Catch-Up Game</title><content type='html'>(March 29, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if it's possible to catch up two months of my life??? Hahaha. I realize I'm forgetting what goes on now since I don't update my blog as frequently. I guess Facebook, tumblr, and twitter ruin my life like that. Oh well. I shall do my best!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6266246728111730627?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6266246728111730627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/massive-catch-up-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6266246728111730627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6266246728111730627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/massive-catch-up-game.html' title='The Massive Catch-Up Game'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-2095067988388553870</id><published>2011-03-28T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:51:54.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micro Blues</title><content type='html'>(March 28, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to go to school today. Can't I just be lazy???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Micro teacher is such a BITCH. She's so mean. She called on random people in class today to see if we could answer some questions. Then she's like, "Ok you guys should read the rest of Chapter 8 on your own. I'm not going over it." We asked for Extra credit, but she's like no, extra credit is for prepared students. UGH. Y U MAKE IT HARD???? Dammit. I'm debating whether to drop. I have an A/B so far, but I have to devote my life to this class. Which I don't want to. Evil at its finest!! I was tired of her, so I wrote a review for Sucker Punch in class. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anatomy's so much better. I love my teachers! I found out my grades. Yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the rest of the day being lazy. I took a nap...I played Pokemon. I watched Glee. Omg, these new episodes made me tear. I love Santana now!!! And the new song "Get It Right" is the story of my life. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-2095067988388553870?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2095067988388553870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/micro-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2095067988388553870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2095067988388553870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/micro-blues.html' title='Micro Blues'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-1429602147081222661</id><published>2011-03-27T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T10:55:28.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's 93rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>(March 27, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 93rd birthday Grandma!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this little old lady. She may express her disapproval at me for my looks, but I can't help but take it with a grain of salt....which I splash in her FACE! Hahaha jk. She's a great inspiration and motivator to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought today would be awful. First, I felt like crap after last night. My stomach was burning still. I need to detox. Also, I am not in good relations with some of my cousins right now, so if they showed up I don't know what to think. But they didn't. And I had a great time catching up with my cousin from up north. She my fav!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was so much food that I know I got fat. What made it more awesome was that my uncle from Washington came down and surprised everybody! Tears and stuff filled the room. Bittersweet moment. I took as many pictures as I could, but my battery....noooo! I took home SO much food. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-1429602147081222661?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1429602147081222661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/grandmas-93rd-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1429602147081222661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1429602147081222661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/grandmas-93rd-birthday.html' title='Grandma&apos;s 93rd Birthday'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-1827601142920919140</id><published>2011-03-26T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:10:00.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Drunken Birthday</title><content type='html'>(March 26, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning I drove my mom to Macy's because she wanted perfume. I couldn't open an account because my income is non-existent, so we couldn't save 15% off. My mom spent $150 on my credit card today. That 15% would've helped SO much!!!! And I found out she thinks my sis is my girlfriend. Ugh. lol. But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Karen's birthday party!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I met a celebrity today! Ok, a celebrity's brother. Ok, a TFC celebrity's brother. Still a celebrity nonetheless. Jason Ricks (brother to Melissa Ricks) apparently lives in Fontana. Yikes!!! You know what I found out...he plays Final Fantasy!!! Well, we can't really connect aside from that, but I almost never expect a video game connection from awesome people. I tried talking to my friend's uncle (a guy around my age actually), but I think I failed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The party was great! After 1 beer, I was feeling buzzed. Yes, I didn't eat that whole time. I shook the pastor's hand, and I thought...Oh no!! My breath smells like alcohol. Hopefully, she didn't smell it. Then I drank to my heart's content. After 4 beers and 4 margaritas I was gone. I felt like I could fly. Hehehe. A much needed break from life. I went upstairs, and hopefully I didn't ruin the little girls' perspective of me. The birthday celebrant was turning 18. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang, my stomach and head were hurting by the end of the night. I think I was close to throwing up. Ahhhh!!! There was karaoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-1827601142920919140?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1827601142920919140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/drunken-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1827601142920919140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1827601142920919140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/drunken-birthday.html' title='A Drunken Birthday'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-7102142539229077991</id><published>2011-03-25T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:26:12.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdy Sucker Punch Day</title><content type='html'>(March 25, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All right, today I shall stop thinking about what I did on Wednesday. To get my mind off, I am having a massive gaming marathon. I got to play Dissidia: Final Fantasy, Pokemon White, and Eternal Sonata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first I started the morning by taking a Library Skills workshop. It was SUPER helpful! The library has great resources, and now I want to read some ebooks on video games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I received a call from an old church friend. He wanted to watch Sucker Punch tonight. And just like that, I realized that I have friends who DO care or DO actually want to hang out. =) So I took his offer. First, my brother and I went to Gamestop since he wanted to buy Zettai Hero Project. Looks like a fun game! I returned Alpha Protocol since I wasn't going to play it anytime soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My other church friend was lazy and wanted a ride. Yes, he lives close, but ugh. Driving people sucks. I could NOT find his house. Ok, he lives on Oakhurst. I thought he still lived in Fallen Oak. So I thought....All right just turn where there's an Oak in the name and find Fallen Oak. The problem was...ALL THE STREETS HAD OAK!!! Oaktrail, Oakleaf, Oakdale, Oakridge, Oak Springs...OMG I was lost in the sea of Oaks!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He finally walked out to the main road so I could find him. Hahaha. The ride wasn't that bad. I...am actually good at conversation! Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucker Punch wasn't that bad. We all talked about it afterward. Then we ate at Denny's. The service was bad. I wanted a Maple Bacon Sundae!!! But no, the waiter never came back. Then we went to iHop for dessert. Gosh, I went home at 4! It's been such a long time since I engaged in nerd conversation. It made me so happy. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-7102142539229077991?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7102142539229077991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/nerdy-sucker-punch-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7102142539229077991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7102142539229077991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/nerdy-sucker-punch-day.html' title='Nerdy Sucker Punch Day'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-411627263322394649</id><published>2011-03-24T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:32:52.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connective Aftermath</title><content type='html'>(March 24, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I found out I was defriended on facebook. I tried making amends...but I guess it's too late. There goes me trying to be a good guy again. It wasn't meant to be I guess. My horoscope said not to regret a decision I made yesterday. LOL. Well, at least one guy didn't defriend me on facebook yet. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I drove home and got ready for school. Another long afternoon. History, Speech, then Anatomy lab. We looked at loose connective tissue today. And yes!!! Finally a 3-day weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this quote: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;“&lt;span class="quote" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;A true friend knows your weaknesses but shows you your strengths; feels your fears but fortifies your faith; sees your anxieties but frees your spirit; recognizes your disabilities but emphasizes your possibilities.&lt;/span&gt;”&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; border-collapse: collapse; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-top: 10px; "&gt;&lt;tbody style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;tr style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 20px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; width: 1px; "&gt;—&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" class="quote_source" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;William Arthur Ward&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-411627263322394649?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/411627263322394649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/connective-aftermath.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/411627263322394649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/411627263322394649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/connective-aftermath.html' title='Connective Aftermath'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5987879700961992519</id><published>2011-03-23T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:44:41.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutting a Loose Connection</title><content type='html'>(March 23, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning was stressful. I had a lab quiz (found out I got 17/25) I only got 3 of my 5 stains done for my lab practice practical...I kept doing the wrong stain. For a while I had Malachite green on my forehead. UGH!!! The only thing good was my endospore stain. =) And gram +??? It looked gram - to me. (&amp;gt;&amp;lt;) Gosh, I'm gonna fail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made it to Anatomy lecture, then we had Micro lecture. I still had a disease quiz that day. (found out I got 11/15). Oh man. This class is so much pain! Then I had statistics. I spent the break doing the homework (it took almost 2 hours for 2 problems!! WTF), It was super long. Luckily, she gave us an hour after class to work on it, so I asked all the questions I could. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sis called me and asked if I wanted Pho. It was almost 9 and the only place open was in Riverside. Rain aside, she was willing to drive. That night I had delicious Pho. =) But she didn't bring cash...so I had to pay for it. lol. Oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night I don't know why, I just decided to stop being friends with two people. Did I have to communicate it? No. But I did. I got one guy who was a jerk and didn't say anything. The other guy told me what I was doing wasn't right. I felt bad. But my sis told me about it. "You're just friends. Don't treat it like a relationship!" Maybe I did treat it that way...Ooops. I slept that night over at her house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5987879700961992519?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5987879700961992519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/cutting-loose-connection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5987879700961992519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5987879700961992519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/cutting-loose-connection.html' title='Cutting a Loose Connection'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6532515304042538781</id><published>2011-03-22T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:48:15.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Score with Anatomy!</title><content type='html'>(March 22, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like no one's talking to me...I spend all this time trying to make myself interesting, with no response. Ugh. But my friend cheered me up today. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got Dissidia 1 &amp;amp; 2 today!! Because 2 comes out. Now I have to play the first one to see what the story is all about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Anatomy lab, he told us our practical grade. 100?????? OMGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!! I love my teacher!! I know I BSed so much. Hahaha. Our teacher went over the lecture exam and we looked at Epithelial tissue slides. Ok, keep going this path Andrew!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My lab partner told me he was dropping Micro. He's failing. =(((((((((((((((( He was fun to try to talk to!!!! I tried to change his mind, but he was set on his decision. Oh well. I don't want to stop texting, so I found out what games he played. Perhaps we shall play someday. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6532515304042538781?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6532515304042538781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/high-score-with-anatomy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6532515304042538781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6532515304042538781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/high-score-with-anatomy.html' title='High Score with Anatomy!'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-2350744839175678786</id><published>2011-03-21T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:55:42.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Umbrellas Don't Work</title><content type='html'>(March 21, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yes, I look back at it, and yes, they did respond to texts. I don't know why I feel this way...like I need to be accepted or something. At least one person is texting me. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Booming thunderstorms early in the morning! It rained so hard today!!! My shorts got wet even with an umbrella. =(  Micro teacher gave us a progress report. I'm somehow getting an A in the class. Haha. 90%. Just barely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-2350744839175678786?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2350744839175678786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/umbrellas-dont-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2350744839175678786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2350744839175678786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/umbrellas-dont-work.html' title='Umbrellas Don&apos;t Work'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-7843799665140807241</id><published>2011-03-20T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:01:44.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Day 2</title><content type='html'>(March 20, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got couches from my aunt today. It looks so nice in my brother's room. I had no trouble lifting them on my side up the stairs at all. Hehehe. Thanks P90!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another day of Marvel vs. Capcom. YES!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-7843799665140807241?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7843799665140807241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/marvel-vs-capcom-3-day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7843799665140807241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7843799665140807241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/marvel-vs-capcom-3-day-2.html' title='Marvel vs. Capcom 3 Day 2'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-7147299490530589639</id><published>2011-03-19T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:12:13.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Moon!</title><content type='html'>(March 19, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Supermoon tonight. Well, it wasn't that big, but it was freakin crazy to look at. The clouds rolled in though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naturally I felt like crap today. So I went shopping with my mom! Retail therapy ftw! Bought 8 shirts for $50 at JC Penney. Scooooore!!! My little brother bought some too. Twas a good morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to go to San Diego and meet up with a friend, but I didn't want to get up early. Sorry. I borrowed Marvel vs. Capcom 3 from Redbox instead, and I bought a game at Gamestop that I planned to play. If my "readers" aren't satisfied with my recent posts, I guess I have to step it up a notch. It was SOOOO FUNNN!!! This game is awesome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to drive my mom to my aunt's house today. I wish I could've stayed and talked with my grandma, but my friend really wanted to play. Hahaha. Fine. I picked her up later too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-7147299490530589639?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7147299490530589639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7147299490530589639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7147299490530589639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/super-moon.html' title='Super Moon!'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6920422116317299115</id><published>2011-03-02T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:17:45.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Light Green Shoelaces</title><content type='html'>(March 2, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sat next to someone cute in lab and lecture today. (squeal) =D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I fail at Micro. OMG. This class is ridiculously hard. RIDICULOUS. I must go out of my way to study all this crap. The teacher purposely says wrong things to see if the class is paying attention. Hahaha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone saw me walking from speech class and called out to me. lol Like high school again??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got my Pubcrawl refund. All is well now! =)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone commented on my shoelaces! "I like your shoelaces" "Thanks!" As small as that was, it boosted my ego.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stats was fun.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;P90X: Biceps and Back.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried helping my friend by staying positive for her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turned in my VN Nursing application. Won't find out until summer if I get in. (Crosses fingers)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6920422116317299115?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6920422116317299115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/light-green-shoelaces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6920422116317299115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6920422116317299115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/light-green-shoelaces.html' title='Light Green Shoelaces'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6436803732894670541</id><published>2011-03-01T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T10:17:21.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not Break-Up</title><content type='html'>(March 01, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though our friendship was short lived, I still feel pretty bad on how it ended. Is this what a break-up feels like? I don't recall ending a friendship before, and it leaves a sour note in my mouth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All day I thought about it. Did I do the right thing? Was I acting on my own selfishness? Not being considerate? It's too late now. I just don't know if it would've either worked out in the future or been a disaster. I can only take my friend's word for it. If that "friend" is anything like me, then it would be an awful mess in the future. Ok, just take it as you see it. Still, my mind grieves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Idiotic me accidentally filled out the wrong date for the Pubcrawl tickets. Gotta get that taken care of tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I filled out the FAFSA today. I'm classified as independent now. But it's so awesome to put down all the schools I'm applying to for accelerated BSN. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6436803732894670541?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6436803732894670541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-break-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6436803732894670541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6436803732894670541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-break-up.html' title='The Not Break-Up'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-659276298033010112</id><published>2011-02-28T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T02:01:30.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Barney Friend</title><content type='html'>(February 28, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's weird when you meet him in real life.  Nah, I'm not talking about the real Barney, just someone like him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept thinking about all day. I met him online through tumblr because we share an interest in Pokemon and a lot of other things. But he turns out to be promiscuous. Barney's promiscuous. It's so much weirder to find someone like that in real life. I guess I'm just the kind of guy who wouldn't freely talk about sexual experiences.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked with a friend who knew him. They aren't friends anymore due to his character. You know I thought about it. What if this friendship turns out to be this way later? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to end it. It wasn't a great conversation. I decided not to butter it up with "sorries" and "feel good" statements. I stood firm, but it left me feeling only a little better. But I had to. I didn't want to feel uncomfortable if we ever hung out, and I think I would. Yeah, I read his tumblr post later: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;"I will be honest: Yes even for a short amount of time, I guess I’m too much of a sensitive person - but yes it hurts. Also knowing I screwed it up, once again somehow reinforces it. You can argue you hardly knew the person but still… you’re not feeling what I’m feeling. Another potential good friendship gone to waste - good friends are hard to come across nowadays."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part of me feels bad, but I know it'll be better in the long run. Sorry man. I know I wouldn't be the right friend for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for the friend that knew him, I know he's a good guy. We just never talked on the phone...only texted. I hate thinking what would people think of me if they hung out or talked with me. Like I might mess up or bore them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;****************************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang, today was stupid of me. I ate one thing, and stayed on campus for 8 hours. All I had was water. UGHH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anatomy is cool. And after Micro, I got courage to talk to a guy next to me. It was a pretty dumb conversation, but I initiated contact. Hopefully turns into a friendship! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the free time taking notes on Public Speaking book. Gonna start the semester off right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I worked out Plyo, but I had a small headache and I was tired. So I wasn't into it. My sis's mom called me her son. hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-659276298033010112?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/659276298033010112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/02/barney-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/659276298033010112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/659276298033010112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/02/barney-friend.html' title='The Barney Friend'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6084475898896515386</id><published>2011-01-23T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:38:33.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abortion is Evil, No Matter What Anyone Says</title><content type='html'>(January 23, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTIN!! (If you still read this). Hope you have an awesome day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church today and the topic was heavy: Abortion&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned today that places liked Planned Parenthood are designed to “sell” an abortion to young girls. They purposely give the least effective condoms and methods of birth control. Why? Every baby that is aborted is money for them. The “counselor” they talk to is practically a telemarketer, not a helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lady who spoke worked at an abortion clinic for many years, and she responsible for the deaths of thousands of unborn children. She saw the error of her ways and delivered this heavy, but informative message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if someone feels like a baby isn’t something a girl prepared for, there are many other options available other than abortion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[The Lord said] “Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee” - Jeremiah 1:5&lt;br /&gt;“For thou hast possessed my reins: thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.” Psalm 139:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERYONE deserves a chance at life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and my friend was wondering about chain reblogging on tumblr, so I wrote a response to him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You shouldn’t feel bad because as Christians we follow Jesus, not man. We’re not denying Him by not reblogging, for what does that show in our character? These chains only invoke doubt and shame. Nah, God continually loves us. We should spread his word not a statement of belief of ourselves. A message like that doesn’t attest to the miraculous wonders of Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know in your heart that you believe in Jesus. I read in other places to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;send prayers, not chain letters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;read Matthew 6:6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If we love Jesus, we’ll keep his commandments, not forward e-mails&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a blessed day!! Love ya! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I took two sociology tests. I was freaking out, but they turned out to be a "look for the answer in the book" type tests. Got 94s on both. Yay! Quiz. Workout our Legs &amp;amp; Back, then movie night: Despicable Me fail (Karen was too busy texting on her phone), Hairspray (love singing along to musicals), and The Sweetest Thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6084475898896515386?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6084475898896515386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/abortion-is-evil-no-matter-what-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6084475898896515386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6084475898896515386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/abortion-is-evil-no-matter-what-anyone.html' title='Abortion is Evil, No Matter What Anyone Says'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-794888824727834637</id><published>2011-01-22T05:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:33:16.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring 2011: Job Or School?</title><content type='html'>(January 22, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, it was a movie Day at Karen's. Basically we picked up where we left off. Haha. Stomp the Yard in the morning. 50 First Dates. Did some Yoga. Took a shower and came back. Then we watched the sing-along version to Mamma Mia. Yay! I love this movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played some Earthbound tonight with determination on beating the game. It's frustrating because it just freezes on me, and I have to start all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I wrote about it earlier, but I went more indepth with my thoughts about it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for a job now, get a decent amount of money to pay off debts, and gain financial independence or go more into debt now through the next year in hopes of getting more money and a better job in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What sucks is the second option has no certainty. I could be paying for more classes and suffering during Spring but what if I don’t even get into the program? Instead I could have been earning money and not ask for money anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m kind of just tired of spending for classes that aren’t relevant to anything when I have no money. Why does the program have to be on a point system? These classes only get me more points, but it’s a lot of time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took classes just so I can fulfill prereqs, but it’s SO frustrating not being able to get into Anatomy because everyone else and their mom (literally) is trying to get into it (I’m waitlisted 19). So that’s why all technician courses…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe after I get my licenses should I just work from Feb through June? Or try to gain points for a program that I might not get into?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh AJFKLHEWAUE738273128YER#^&amp;amp;*&amp;amp;^%JFQ. (&gt;&lt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-794888824727834637?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/794888824727834637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-2011-job-or-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/794888824727834637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/794888824727834637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-2011-job-or-school.html' title='Spring 2011: Job Or School?'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-867416407739079572</id><published>2011-01-21T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:28:38.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Semester 2011 Registration</title><content type='html'>(January 21, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right! I'm taking Microbio next semester!! Got into History 6, Public Speaking, and General Psych as well. Why? To help me with earning nursing points so I have a chance to get into the program. I wanted to take algebra, but it wouldn't let me. Guess I have to take the accuplacer, which is a test that will determine my placement. NOW I went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is my big dilemma of the semester. Should I take it easy....start working as a CNA or phlebotomist, while I wait to hear from the Vocational Nursing program? Or should I take more classes that might or might not help me get into the program and go into more debt??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I just watched TV the whole day. They were airing losing weight shows, and it made me cry because I felt their pain before. Gotta stay motivated to keep the weight off! They're thinking of canceling Shoutout. Hahah. It's a really dumb show with Filipino teenagers and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was another movie night! We tried and failed at mixing drinks, then we watched House Bunny and others. Since I was kind of intoxicated, I slept over at Karen's. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-867416407739079572?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/867416407739079572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-semester-2011-registration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/867416407739079572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/867416407739079572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/spring-semester-2011-registration.html' title='Spring Semester 2011 Registration'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-4464792632496562082</id><published>2011-01-20T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:19:44.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry Diagnostic Test</title><content type='html'>(January 20, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my Chemistry Diagnostic Test. Woot! In order to get into Microbiology, I have to take an Anatomy class...and Chemistry 2A. This test will help me pass out of it. I studied as much as I could in the morning, but I didn't know what to expect, so I just went in there and hoped for the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You only have to miss 20 to pass and there were 44 questions. OMG. That's like the best pass rate ever! I took it with another Andrew. haha. I forgot my calculator but luckily she had one. We had an hour, and GO! The test was a lot easier than I thought. It had random algebra questions too. I waited for my results, and I only missed 6. Yay!! Goodbye Chem2A, hello Microbiology!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to make matters sucky, I got all paranoid and I wanted to ask a counselor about my Micro status. My registration was tomorrow, and I wanted to make sure that I was able to register on the dot. After an hour wait (yup, counselors are seen like ALL the time), I talked to her. You know what she did? She said let's go ask the assessment lady. Basically, the assessment lady said the same thing that she was going to input it in the system..."I told him that earlier." Gosh, make me feel dumb. So I waited an hour for nothing. At least I know that the counselor doesn't override anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P90X Day 36: Then I worked out late with Plyometrics. We made it a movie night again. Going the Distance! Got home pretty late, and I decided to stay up since my registration time was at 6. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-4464792632496562082?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4464792632496562082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/chemistry-diagnostic-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4464792632496562082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4464792632496562082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/chemistry-diagnostic-test.html' title='Chemistry Diagnostic Test'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-4679335059571874282</id><published>2011-01-19T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:11:55.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Portland Pick-Me-Up</title><content type='html'>(January 19, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here comes the test. Dammit, it was pretty hard. I didn't want to miss any answers, but I know there were a couple I just didn't get. It was random. A bunch of people presented about different cultures today, and it took the rest of the class time. I learned a lot! I met with my presentation group, and I told them to send me stuff by Saturday. Please let it go well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;New week for P90! It was pretty late when we started because I had to finish a Psych quiz, but it's good to be back and working out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I can't believe my brother got a little mad at me for not asking him if I could read his magazine. REALLY??? A magazine??? OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just need someone to talk with and I talked with Matt. What a nice guy. I wish we were friends in real life. Of course I mean we could hang out, but he lives in Portland. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-4679335059571874282?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4679335059571874282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/portland-pick-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4679335059571874282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4679335059571874282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/portland-pick-me-up.html' title='Portland Pick-Me-Up'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-7702022824191235306</id><published>2011-01-18T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T05:03:23.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Community College All-Nighter</title><content type='html'>(January 18, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught up with the rest of my P90 exercises: Kenpo, then Legs &amp;amp; Back. The last one was super hard, I was getting dehydrated a lot probably from not eating. It felt so refreshing to finish though.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I returned some DVDs at the library. I probably shouldn't borrow any since I don't have time to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, now what? There's a test tomorrow! I need to do well, so I did not sleep tonight. That's right, not a wink. Probably the first all-nighter I had for community college! It's just because I was lazy today and this whole week. I read through the five chapters that would be on that dreaded test. Oh gosh, hopefully I can retain information. It's not common sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-7702022824191235306?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7702022824191235306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/community-college-all-nighter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7702022824191235306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7702022824191235306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/community-college-all-nighter.html' title='Community College All-Nighter'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-2524928287048186061</id><published>2011-01-17T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T04:58:50.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Moping Monday!</title><content type='html'>(January 17, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Monday. It's Martin Luther King Day. You've done enough Moping, Andrew. Time to get back into shape!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I felt really fat since I eat a lot whenever I go to Karen's house. Today I caught my laggy ass up with P90 while going through my regular diet. Did Back &amp;amp; Biceps then Yoga. Tomorrow I'll have to do two more workouts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-2524928287048186061?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2524928287048186061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more-moping-monday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2524928287048186061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2524928287048186061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/no-more-moping-monday.html' title='No More Moping Monday!'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-4222678481157239538</id><published>2011-01-16T04:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T04:53:41.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Wondering</title><content type='html'>(January 16, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was church today, but I stayed home again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if they'll stop wondering about me. I hope they do, I feel like I'm not the right person for people sometimes. I know Karen's all gung ho about working out, but maybe I shouldn't. She complains a lot when working out, and sometimes I want to be by myself and just have a peace of mind. It's nice to have a workout partner sometimes, but today was just one of them days where I felt the need to stick it alone again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-4222678481157239538?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4222678481157239538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/stop-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4222678481157239538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4222678481157239538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/stop-wondering.html' title='Stop Wondering'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-8670580237728032966</id><published>2011-01-15T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T04:50:11.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not-So-Obvious Advocate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(January 15, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to stay home today. And I did. It was just another day I wanted to be by myself even though people wanted to workout and/or play games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished my Psych discussion. My teacher asked which has a more profound effect on our development: An event like 9/11 or technology. Of course the obvious answer was technology, but I was playing "Not-so-obvious advocate" and argued for 9/11, just to see what it's like to take the other side. My points probably sucked, but it's not like we gain points for a powerful discussion. It's if you "don't post, you lose 10 points." And I already lost a couple since I posted hours before the due date, but whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-8670580237728032966?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8670580237728032966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-so-obvious-advocate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8670580237728032966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8670580237728032966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/not-so-obvious-advocate.html' title='Not-So-Obvious Advocate'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5990546674434625900</id><published>2011-01-14T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T21:09:57.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Large Skin Tag</title><content type='html'>(January 14, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Felt SOOO bummed today. Like I didn't want to hang out with anybody or go out. My friend Karen tried her best to make me feel better, and I acknowledged it, but I still didn't feel like working out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my friend goes, "Wait..you passed!" WHAT??? 79's actually a passing score for a phlebotomy exam?? I guess so!! You're reading the blog of a new phlebotomy technician. =) Even with that, I still felt like an idiot for not checking the results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make myself feel better, I asked my mom to cut off my skin tag on my hand. It was more than 5 weeks. I'm SO tired of the pain and not being able to wash my hands. I nicked something, and the base started bleeding. That's it, I'll just take the whole thing off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried twisting it...but it didn't go all the way. Just gonna cut it! So here's the video in all its glory:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zox-xYg52Ag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zox-xYg52Ag?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still was a bit painful, but less pain than having that stupid string tied. SOOO happy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the day playing Eternal Sonata. What a fun game!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5990546674434625900?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5990546674434625900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbye-large-skin-tag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5990546674434625900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5990546674434625900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/goodbye-large-skin-tag.html' title='Goodbye, Large Skin Tag'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-3668368652469488198</id><published>2011-01-13T21:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T21:31:37.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Survived a Craptastic Day and All I Got Was a Free T-Shirt</title><content type='html'>(January 13, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it make you happy that I lose every match that I have against you? Super Street Fighter IV is not my forte, I’m sure after the first two matches, you’d know that by now. But still I continued to press the “Change My Character” option, waiting for you to say all right that’s cool. We had like 50 rounds, about 15 matches. I won 2 rounds…not matches, just rounds. Oh, just kill me in real life already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after watching Dinner for Schmucks. What an awfully funny movie. It’s comical at the end, but getting there was frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after finding out my score for the Phlebotomy Certification exam. (._.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after driving all the way to the Green Hornet free screening in San Diego only to find out that there was no room in the theater. I went with my friend CJ, and we had a 4-hour road trip. CJ and I got a free T-shirt at least.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTEwFLheTBI/AAAAAAAABNk/YwXb3XhXx_4/s1600/IMG_7329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTEwFLheTBI/AAAAAAAABNk/YwXb3XhXx_4/s400/IMG_7329.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562279880329939986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was after I got a 75% on the Psychology quiz. Oh man. My friend CJ came over, and I thought I could handle just reading and doing the quiz in half an hour, but I guess I was stupid to assume that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after finding out I’m a Pisces now. Wait, this isn’t a beating. I read the description, and Pisces exactly describes me! And now they’re saying it applies to later born people? Ok, actually that’s the beating part. Can I just keep my new one? (”’)^_^(”’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after having to reschedule the Chemistry Diagnostic test to next Thursday because the lady didn’t have time for me today and the counseling center wasn’t allowed to authorize that test. After all that worrying and studying yesterday. -___- My dad dropped me off, and after he was almost home, he had to come back to pick me up. So I wasted his gas and an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P90X Day 30: This was after waking up at 7:30 in the morning to workout. It was intense cardio, and I kind of half-assed it because I was so tired. The first half I had my eyes closed. Haha. But hey, a third of the way there now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-3668368652469488198?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3668368652469488198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/blow-after-blow.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3668368652469488198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3668368652469488198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/blow-after-blow.html' title='I Survived a Craptastic Day and All I Got Was a Free T-Shirt'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTEwFLheTBI/AAAAAAAABNk/YwXb3XhXx_4/s72-c/IMG_7329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6604310338531715082</id><published>2011-01-12T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:51:09.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Chemistry Roots</title><content type='html'>(January 12, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I failed my first test of the class (no time to study yesterday and class was at 8 in the morning), and finding out all the prerequisites and requirements for entering the program, I got freaked. It’s a point system with a maximum of 130. So far I have around 90, and they only take about 60 students. So to secure a chance, I’d have to get at least 130. Gosh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after realizing I might not get an A in this class, it brings my points down by 12. Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I spent the time finding out about my other option: applying for an RN program somewhere else. I have to take Microbiology next semester and it requires Chem2A (a very basic not even Chemistry class). I decided to try the Chem Diagnostic test which would waive that entire class, but I needed my unofficial high school transcript. lol. Great. That’s going to be fun to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily my mom keeps almost everything. When I got home, I went to see a counselor at Norco, prayed that he wouldn’t ask any other questions, and got my approval to take the test. The assessment lady wasn’t there, so I went to the counseling desk and scheduled test for tomorrow at 11. Time to hit the books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the rest of the day studying for Chemistry. What the heck are they gonna ask? It’s stuff I learned like 6 years ago, and I didn’t do well in College Chemistry. I pulled out my MCAT Chemistry and College Chemistry textbooks. Oh no, these are way too advanced. I’m going to read the very basics of each chapter because they probably won’t ask about decay and electrochemistry right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, one good thing about today was that we moved our presentation to the 26th, so it’s less stress this week. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P90X Day 29:&lt;/b&gt; Started a new workout! Involved so many variations of push ups and shoulder workouts. Oh man. It’s getting tougher. Abs are interesting. I can do all the exercises now, and I feel like I might be plateauing? But no. Pain does not necessarily mean gain. I have to keep doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the night at my friend’s house because she would be gone the whole day tomorrow, and the only time we could work out was at 7. Ugh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6604310338531715082?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6604310338531715082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/high-school-chemistry-roots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6604310338531715082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6604310338531715082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/high-school-chemistry-roots.html' title='High School Chemistry Roots'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6557031489882008611</id><published>2011-01-11T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:49:52.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All You Can Eat Korean BBQ?</title><content type='html'>(January 11, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For only $10? Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The price to hang out with a friend when you have no car? Wake up early and wait, no matter how long, for your ride back. My friend Kristin lives in Cerritos, and my brother was my ticket there. But he leaves early, so I had to wake up at 7. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was such a great day of catching up, eating out, and making crazy videos. The best place we went to was this Korean place on Norwalk Blvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She made me a super avocado omelette! =9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTDEgJH9QgI/AAAAAAAABNc/I0oxVVPZe7s/s1600/IMG_7263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTDEgJH9QgI/AAAAAAAABNc/I0oxVVPZe7s/s400/IMG_7263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562161596286714370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;$10 Price and you get to cook all the meat by yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTDEf3DlV9I/AAAAAAAABNU/CCHQLUtfGWQ/s1600/IMG_7265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTDEf3DlV9I/AAAAAAAABNU/CCHQLUtfGWQ/s400/IMG_7265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562161591436531666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Appetizers and the table:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTDEfnQ3tHI/AAAAAAAABNM/NmcagFG1EfU/s1600/IMG_7266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTDEfnQ3tHI/AAAAAAAABNM/NmcagFG1EfU/s400/IMG_7266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562161587197293682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cooking all the meat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTDEfSake9I/AAAAAAAABNE/ipXYi32IAoM/s1600/IMG_7275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTDEfSake9I/AAAAAAAABNE/ipXYi32IAoM/s400/IMG_7275.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562161581600832466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTDEfP3K8YI/AAAAAAAABM8/eapT63suJbU/s1600/IMG_7278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTDEfP3K8YI/AAAAAAAABM8/eapT63suJbU/s400/IMG_7278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562161580915487106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup I definitely got fat. We had two plates of beef and chicken each. WOOOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After our video project, she dropped me off at the Cerritos Library and I borrowed some movies. My brother didn’t get out of work until 9 though. (&gt;&lt;)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got home at 10 and worked feverishly at finishing a quiz and getting ready for tomorrow’s long 6-hour day. This first test is definitely gonna be a fail. WAAAH! No sleeep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I had an awesome time hanging out with a friend. Gosh, school sucks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6557031489882008611?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6557031489882008611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-you-can-eat-korean-bbq.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6557031489882008611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6557031489882008611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-you-can-eat-korean-bbq.html' title='All You Can Eat Korean BBQ?'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TTDEgJH9QgI/AAAAAAAABNc/I0oxVVPZe7s/s72-c/IMG_7263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6003557943359104876</id><published>2011-01-10T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T01:59:37.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Brother, Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>(January 10, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days of blatantly avoiding me: closing the door when I’m there, using the downstairs bathroom when I’m close to the upstairs one. It was pretty obvious that I’m the one he’s mad at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did I do? I did my best to give my little brother his space. I closed my door so that he could go out. I never ran into him surprisingly for all these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I couldn’t take it much longer. I realized that we live in the same house. Is it going to be like this all the time now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not one to confront people. My heart beats like a taiko drummer whenever I have to tell someone something important. But I had to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into his room after he shut his door and said, “Hey.” He was playing his game. Of course he didn’t say anything. I stood there for a while. Then I went to his bed and laid there. I started talking. Telling him about how I felt awful and that I’ll do better to change myself if he just told me what I did wrong, what I said wrong. No response. Only the click of the mouse and the music he was blasting on his headphones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t going to leave until I heard something. Anything. I lay there for a long time, probably 20 minutes. I tried calming my pounding heart down, but it wasn’t working. I just kept thinking, “Come on, say something.” After more of a long silence, I started yelling that I was sorry. Sorry for being awful, sorry for failing as a brother, while tears were running across my face. How could he just sit there? While he was tearing me to pieces??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made it worse was that my mom actually heard me crying. She ran to his room and looked at me, turned to my brother, and said, “What did you do??” I kept telling her, “Mom, I’m fine! It’s nothing” even though I obviously wasn’t. Man, she was ruining the moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she left and a good few minutes, he finally turned. Just a few words were said. “Yes, I was avoiding you. You made me paranoid.” It didn’t need any sort of long explanation. I knew now. Even with that, I understood a multitude of his thoughts and feelings during those ten days. I’m his brother after all. You may go, “How does that even explain anything?” You just don’t know my brother. =\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left with a sad heart, but an eased mind. Oh gosh, I can’t believe this was my first cry of 2011. Already? Later on, he came and asked me if I was better. Then we started talking again, picking up where we left off before New Years Day. Normalcy is slowly returning. =’)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier that day, I had to pick up my dad in West Covina because he drove my aunt’s SUV to get it serviced and had to wait a couple of hours. He drove me to RCC to return my books. Felt so good to get all my moolah back! =D Then I did some Yoga (&lt;b&gt;P90X Day 27&lt;/b&gt;) with more of a relaxed and focused mind. It’s so much easier like that instead of complaining half the time. Heheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6003557943359104876?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6003557943359104876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-brother-where-art-thou.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6003557943359104876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6003557943359104876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-brother-where-art-thou.html' title='O Brother, Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-8273963859758723361</id><published>2011-01-09T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T03:46:35.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Omnipotence</title><content type='html'>(January 9, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sort of a paraphrase of something Jay Smith preached:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The attackers proclaimed, “How can God become a man? (referring to Jesus Christ). We thought he was omnipotent. If he becomes a man, doesn’t that take away His omnipotence?”&lt;br /&gt;Smith replied, “No, He can become a man, God can do whatever he wants! That’s the very definition of omnipotence!”&lt;br /&gt;“Does that mean God can use the bathroom too?”&lt;br /&gt;“Of course! If he couldn’t and we could, that would put ourselves above God. God can do everything we can do and much much more. He’s omnipotent!”&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus does claim to be God. “Verily, verily, I say unto you, Before Abraham was, I am” (John 8:58). This is close to God saying “I am that I am” in Exodus 3:14.&lt;br /&gt;Apologist Jay Smith came to Calvary church today (my first time there), and he gave a deep, defensive argument on the Bible vs. the Qu’ran. More like attacking. (O_O) This guy is intense! But if what he says is true, then the Qu’ran does contain some noteworthy issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prophet Muhammad wasn’t a very just man. He beat and slapped his wives (according to the Sahih), and he killed many Jews in Medina. I’m not sure how anyone can follow a man like that. Jesus did not destroy, he did not bring angels to punish people, and he never stopped loving the Jews. He holds the most relevance in today’s world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be a person of conflict or confronting people about stuff like this. I’m just presenting the facts. Jay Smith threw so many things at us, and I wish I could list them all, but he has more sound reasoning than I do. You can youtube him “Jay Smith - Islam.” What it gave me was the willingness to gain more understanding and knowledge in case something like this comes up. Ok, time to brush up the ancient texts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally unrelated, I took 1600 pictures today of 3 of my textbooks. Carpal tunnel is so worth saving myself $280. =) Watched The Proposal and Zombieland tonight. Oh man, Oscar Nunez was awesome in the Proposal!! Great movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P90X Day 26: Core workout. This is the second time I did it, and I poured my all into this one. Came out really sweaty. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-8273963859758723361?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8273963859758723361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/gods-omnipotence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8273963859758723361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8273963859758723361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/gods-omnipotence.html' title='God&apos;s Omnipotence'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5304441119870452497</id><published>2011-01-08T01:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:27:47.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss the Phone, Too</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;(January 8, 2011)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ler0439Nyr1qb1717.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last night I was up until 3 in the morning, just wondering if there was anyone I could call at that moment. &lt;strong&gt;Nobody came to mind&lt;/strong&gt;. What sucks is everyone has such different schedules and sleep at sporadic times that I don't know who's up and who's not. It's not like college, I know everyone would be awake at this time. ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being textless for a few weeks, reading tumblr posts, and watching I Love You, Man has made me realize that for many months, &lt;strong&gt;I've built up this unnecessary fear of being awkward over the phone&lt;/strong&gt;. Like "OMG, if no one says anything for like 2 seconds, then it'll not make that person want to talk with me!!" or "What the hell do I say to keep the conversation going?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that's just it. How will we ever know if we don't do it? How will we ever talk to people if we don't put it into practice? And I'm pretty sure it's just me being my over-analytical self. &lt;strong&gt;A pause won't make a person like you any less...right&lt;/strong&gt;? RIGHT? (pause) Oh crap!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had long conversations with people just over the phone. I realized that I like "catching up" with people that way. I just have that pre-worry like all the time. Honestly, my eyes sort of hurt from reading statuses and posts. Hahaha. And in advance, if you do call me, sorry if I'm awkward at any moment. I still like you! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, that's just what happened today. I had good conversations with my friends...2 over the phone. Yes, pauses happened...but this time I was not quick to jump in fear. Let the conversation gear itself. &lt;strong&gt;If it feels like it should end, then it should end.&lt;/strong&gt; Gosh, I totally lost the capability to gauge that feeling. (&amp;gt;&amp;lt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So what did I do at 3 last night? I ended up talking with God and just giving Him all my worries and fears. Thanks for being someone I can call on. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P90X Day 25:&lt;/strong&gt; It was JUST stretching today. But no, SOMEONE wanted to do abs too. LOL. So I did a very, very weak version of Ab Ripper X just to please. Heheh! Fifer Scissors are definitely getting easier. Come on abs, show yourselves!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5304441119870452497?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5304441119870452497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-miss-phone-too.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5304441119870452497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5304441119870452497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-miss-phone-too.html' title='I Miss the Phone, Too'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-841235579077024891</id><published>2011-01-07T01:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T01:47:27.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EchoBoomers</title><content type='html'>(January 7, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve heard the term Generation Y, but this is the first time I’ve heard this term. We are the offspring of the former generation, “baby boomers” so it’s only right to call us the next boom. Born 1982-1995.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies, we are very pressured generation. Heavily programmed, if you will, ever since we were babies…always going to organized activities, and a constant aim to please parents, friends, teachers, and admission officers. Instead of being rebellious, we’re more conventional, stressing teamwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, in the workplace, we can’t think long-range, expect feedback on a daily basis, and expect immediate result, which probably will not happen. If left outside, we would ask, “What are we supposed to do now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of I agree with. Heck, we’re all attached to the technology we have. Hahaha. I just think it’s hard to look at a generation when you’re actually a part of it. They’re gearing a lot of consumerism to the way we are (like customizing cars in Web sites, and celebrity endorsements of products).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, other than doing pretty well for reading everything super last minute on my quiz, I had my Phlebotomy Licensing Exam today. AHHH! There were only a handful of us taking the test, which is so weird because our class was pretty cool. I expected some easy peezy general stuff, but this test pulled out a lot of information that was in the very back of my brain. I guess they require a lot out of you. I’m confident to say that I passed, but I won’t know until a few weeks from now. =O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to suck up my pride today and apologize to someone, didn’t get an immediate response (yup, EchoBoomer’s right) then I found a friend on facebook. Turns out that friend is in a relationship too. Hahaha. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P90X Day 24&lt;/b&gt;: Oh man, Karen’s becoming all gung-ho about working out. And I want to take it easy since it IS recovery week. I’m getting the hang of kenpo now. =) What sucks is I haven’t really lost weight, I’ve gained. Is it muscle or am I just getting fat from all the food??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-841235579077024891?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/841235579077024891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/echoboomers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/841235579077024891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/841235579077024891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/echoboomers.html' title='EchoBoomers'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-8421623976985635098</id><published>2011-01-06T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:10:48.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liking Everything Can Be a Blessing...</title><content type='html'>(January 6, 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;…and a curse.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I want to do. I’m a lover of the arts, lover of travel, lover of learning. I see one thing, and I say, “Why can’t I do that too?”&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4zCOHFrLVY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M4zCOHFrLVY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching and hearing the soothing sounds of Boyce Avenue and Kina Grannis just made me want to pursue music. I have tried and failed to keep consistent. I realize that everything takes daily practice for which I don’t have time for. It’s so sad. Why couldn’t I have learned guitar or piano at a younger age? I was talking to Karen’s dad, and he’s trying to play drums and bass, but it’s harder to pick up since he’s a lot older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, their voices somehow emphasize reassurance. Like everything’s going to be okay. Like there’s someone out there for you, so don’t give up hope. I also talked with someone whom I never really had a conversation with about something I’m going through. Thanks for listening and giving me advice! So I was in an optimistic mood tonight, which in turn made me want to study.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get 7/7 on my first Developmental Psych quiz. (^_^) But man did it take a lot of willpower to read that chapter. One chapter…more than 3 hours. Hahaha. Tomorrow’s my Phlebotomy licensing exam. OMG, I must study for it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P90X Day 23: Core Synergystics. An all-around workout using core muscles. These workouts are much more fun, but involve so much muscle work. I had to go slow at first just to get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a couple of days ago. Doing the Crane pose in Yoga where you balance your legs on your elbows. I got it for 1 second. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-8421623976985635098?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8421623976985635098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/liking-everything-can-be-blessing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8421623976985635098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8421623976985635098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/liking-everything-can-be-blessing.html' title='Liking Everything Can Be a Blessing...'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-3406187946599767226</id><published>2011-01-05T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:07:13.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would You Be the Sydney Fife...</title><content type='html'>(January 5, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…to my Peter Klaven?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just watched I Love You, Man. This movie makes me happy and sad at the same time. I can totally relate to Peter’s character… First off, I’m awkward and I say awkward things. And if I were ever to get married, I really don’t know who my Best Man would be. I think I’m more of a “girl friend” guy because I can’t just talk about my life with “bros” as I can with girls. There’s a reason. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I started Intro to Vocational Nursing. I was SO lucky to get in because the class was ridiculously full. I thought it would be super hard, but they’re designing a new program and we’re the guinea pigs. I love our teacher so far. =) I just hate our class….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to take a class with two/three different sets of friends. It’s f*ckin high school all over again. I want to be friends with all sets, but of course, they don’t get along with each other. And this one girl keeps thinking I like this other girl. She even asked her if she likes me. In front of me. OMG. Get your own gossip from someone else!!! Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap after. My class was from 8-2, so I’m still not used to waking up early. Haha. My friend came home at 10, so we worked out late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P90X Day 22: Yoga X. Why do I have the feeling that my arms are shorter or my legs are longer than normal? The workout people have such straight legs. I tried to do toe lock (standing one leg, and stretching the other leg in front of you while you hold your toe), but no matter what I couldn’t straighten my leg. I’m so disproportionate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-3406187946599767226?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3406187946599767226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/would-you-be-sydney-fife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3406187946599767226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3406187946599767226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/would-you-be-sydney-fife.html' title='Would You Be the Sydney Fife...'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-7913401544194939075</id><published>2011-01-04T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:06:30.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bible in Manga Form??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(January 4, 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sleeping around 5 in the morning isn’t good. I still got a really early wake up call to work out. Uuuuuuugh. Not gonna feel at my best today. (-_-)ZzZz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;P90X Day 21&lt;/b&gt;: We finished off with some Kenpo and Stretching. Yay! 3 weeks completed!!! Well, I missed 1 Kenpo workout and 2 stretching times, so I’m not technically done. But I did all the resistance training! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went to the library after that to check out some educational DVDs and books I might read. (NEEEERDDDD!!!) And look what I found in the religion section:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSblV9KYFUI/AAAAAAAABMo/GkqGRmUliKk/s400/tumblr_lejjw63dgf1qb1717.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559382955393553730" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOW! Can’t believe someone actually did this. Check out the artwork!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSblVyiww6I/AAAAAAAABMw/5vYcKvcpeVE/s400/tumblr_lejjwuW3ti1qb1717.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559382952543044514" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’ll definitely read this all….for accuracy, of course. =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, it was a pretty chill day. My friend’s dog passed away, and I never know what to say in situations like these. Should I give words of comfort, give a somewhat relate-able story, or not even mention it at all if I talk to him? Like I don’t want to remind him if he doesn’t want to be reminded? Or will I sound insensitive if I don’t say anything at all? Ahh, hahaha. Oh, my overanalytical mind…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of excited and worried that I have class tomorrow! Time to sleep early..er. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-7913401544194939075?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7913401544194939075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/bible-in-manga-form.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7913401544194939075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7913401544194939075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/bible-in-manga-form.html' title='The Bible in Manga Form??'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSblV9KYFUI/AAAAAAAABMo/GkqGRmUliKk/s72-c/tumblr_lejjw63dgf1qb1717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-8532980975092069691</id><published>2011-01-03T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T02:02:01.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Classes Start Today??</title><content type='html'>(January 3, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially start winter classes today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11. Checked my computer for the syllabi. Then stayed in bed until 2. The beauty of online classes. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociology looks easy, but Developmental Psych looks intense. There’s already a quiz due on the 6th, and I don’t even have the book. I don’t want to work hard yet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the rest of the day sorting out more pictures. Then I had this crazy idea of putting ALL the blogs I wrote onto one single blog, so I can access them when I need to. I started a xanga in 2003 and have created about 6 of them. There’s also livejournal, blogger, tumblr, and wordpress. Hahaha. This’ll be a fuuuun project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P90X Day 20: Legs and back. If you feel really light after you lift weights, does that mean you’re getting stronger? =) Lunges weren’t so bad this time around. The only thing that I still have trouble with are the wall squats. Thighs burn like crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Karen and I watched Get Him to the Greek then Forgetting Sarah Marshall. Oh, Russell Brand, yoh Bri-ish nachuh cracks me op, moight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling the feelings I feel at random times. You know like feelings of worthlessness, not being able to be myself, and fear of not being accepted by peers. I found out sometimes a good therapy session is to drive home at 3, blast on Katy Perry, and scream self-correcting lyrics to “Firework.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baby, you’re a fiiiiiiiiiiirework! Come on let your, (O_O), chum, ugh, what your woooorth!” Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-8532980975092069691?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8532980975092069691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-classes-start-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8532980975092069691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8532980975092069691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-classes-start-today.html' title='Winter Classes Start Today??'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-8243339979098254035</id><published>2011-01-02T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T12:52:58.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Off at Borders</title><content type='html'>(January 2, 2011)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, Borders NEVER has a 50% off coupon. Gotta take advantage of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to drop by at 10, then go to church at 11:30. Looked out the window and no cars were in the driveway. So my dad, my mom, and my brother each used their own cars…leaving me with no transportation. Guess I couldn’t go today either (sigh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad got back at 11:30, and I drove myself to Borders. It’s high time I bought myself a new Bible, hopefully a friendly one. I came across the Holman Christian Standard Bible:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSI24FmZU0I/AAAAAAAABMg/cdmSnabH9Oo/s1600/IMG_5586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSI24FmZU0I/AAAAAAAABMg/cdmSnabH9Oo/s400/IMG_5586.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558065227332408130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It contains a lot of explanations like original translations, maps, summaries…a very awesome handbook to the knowledge-craving Christian student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSI23q5kXRI/AAAAAAAABMY/6vLSNYGbj0Y/s1600/IMG_5588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSI23q5kXRI/AAAAAAAABMY/6vLSNYGbj0Y/s400/IMG_5588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558065220165066002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marked $50. With the coupon I got it for $27 (with tax). I am a VERY happy camper! (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;Basically I spent the whole day on my brother’s couch hearing the soft pitter-patter of the rain outside. It was nice. I watched 3 Ninjas. So different when you watch it as an adult!&lt;br /&gt;At 8, I rushed to Borders again since I didn’t know when their sale was gonna end. Yes, I’m such an impulse buyer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compact King James Version of the Bible. I really need a pocket-size one so I can carry it with me at all times. $7.50 (marked from $15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSI23WFz4-I/AAAAAAAABMQ/jjwdsSdI_-A/s1600/IMG_5589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSI23WFz4-I/AAAAAAAABMQ/jjwdsSdI_-A/s400/IMG_5589.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558065214579270626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever played Gobblet? It’s such a fun 2-player game of strategy!! Borders also had this for half off. $12 (marked from $25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSI22xawaPI/AAAAAAAABMI/eaxRnc7TAcg/s1600/IMG_5590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSI22xawaPI/AAAAAAAABMI/eaxRnc7TAcg/s400/IMG_5590.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558065204735011058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And calendars were 50% off too. OK, I’m not a teenage girl, but this one comes with a white board. They didn’t have any worthy calendars like anime or cartoons this time. Come on, it’s the most efficient calendar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSI22sQi-uI/AAAAAAAABMA/peWl1LBvvN8/s1600/IMG_5591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSI22sQi-uI/AAAAAAAABMA/peWl1LBvvN8/s400/IMG_5591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558065203350010594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all in all, I spent about $60. Hey, considering everything was half off, it was WORTH IT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to Karen’s house to workout. We watched She’s the Man after. Such a cringingly funny movie! Hehe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P90X Day 19: I’m getting more flexible!! Did yoga, and I didn’t struggle as much as I did the first two weeks. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-8243339979098254035?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8243339979098254035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/half-off-at-borders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8243339979098254035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8243339979098254035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/half-off-at-borders.html' title='Half Off at Borders'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSI24FmZU0I/AAAAAAAABMg/cdmSnabH9Oo/s72-c/IMG_5586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-8945032802399479476</id><published>2011-01-01T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T10:50:19.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Crappy Beginning</title><content type='html'>(January 1, 2011)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;With my little brother mad at me for no apparent reason, I set off to start my year right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Let’s go borrow some books at the library! Drove there…CLOSED. =(&lt;/p&gt;And I wanted to start up my daily photo blog again. There’s this dang spot that shows up in pictures of my Nikon. With no professional equipment or money, I took a microfiber cloth and started wiping the image sensor. Kept wiping and wiping…took a picture. And I freakin put more spots on the camera. The original one never came off either. &gt;=[ Guess I can never use it again….&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My cousin’s birthday party was today, and man oh man, was there a bunch of food. Goodbye proposed diet! I kept eating…had me 2 plates of yummy spaghetti, fish, and potato salad. (mouth watering).&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But during the party my cousin kept wanting me to dance. In front of all his young, adolescent friends. WTF? I am NOT going to dougie in front of a bunch of people I don’t know. Waaah! But I felt like I let him down. I basically had my laptop on the whole time.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I wanted to check out a church service tonight at 6. The party ended around that time. Well, the amp died so my brother couldn’t DJ anymore. Why do I feel bad for that too?? The church was a few minutes away, and I asked my brother to drop me off. We got there at 6:20….then I panicked and told him to just go home. There didn’t seem to be that many people, and I didn’t want to just walk in there late by myself since they have to open the doors and everything. So I let fear get the better of me, and I probably annoyed my brother since he drove me there.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I read my Bible today, but I forgot that I wanted to find a less-condemning study Bible. Library was closed, B&amp;amp;N was expensive. That left Borders. 50% off coupon?? SWEET!&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But I didn’t get a chance to go. After I got home from failed church attempt, I had to drive my mom to my aunt’s house since my relatives from up north are here. Got there at 7, stayed until after 10…Borders was closed now. I couldn’t find one nearby either.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A lot of near misses today just made me feel like crap. I guess it’s a reminder that &lt;b&gt;there are days where nothing will go the way you want it to no matter how much you try&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;But I gotta &lt;b&gt;focus on the positive side&lt;/b&gt;. Yes, some goodness came out of today. I got to see my relatives and talk with my cousin-in-law whom I never really talk with. And I started a new blog today. Woot!! =)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2nd Plate of food:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSDIRWxqKcI/AAAAAAAABLo/O3J_1oJQAM8/s1600/IMG_5557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSDIRWxqKcI/AAAAAAAABLo/O3J_1oJQAM8/s400/IMG_5557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557662140672387522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My cousin’s 14th birthday red velvet cupcake cake thingamajigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSDIWcPELmI/AAAAAAAABLw/uP4tjLu8V_c/s1600/IMG_5565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSDIWcPELmI/AAAAAAAABLw/uP4tjLu8V_c/s400/IMG_5565.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557662228037250658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My aunt actually crocheted this dress! It’s impressive!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSDIWplmN6I/AAAAAAAABL4/pTPQmlaYeu8/s1600/IMG_5578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSDIWplmN6I/AAAAAAAABL4/pTPQmlaYeu8/s400/IMG_5578.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557662231621416866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-8945032802399479476?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8945032802399479476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/crappy-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8945032802399479476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8945032802399479476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2011/01/crappy-beginning.html' title='A Crappy Beginning'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TSDIRWxqKcI/AAAAAAAABLo/O3J_1oJQAM8/s72-c/IMG_5557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-7521145009997384013</id><published>2010-12-20T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:43:59.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5th Wheel</title><content type='html'>(December 20, 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, today was a lazy Monday. I woke up at 11. My roommates and I ate at Mandarin Garden (awesome Lemon Chicken lunch special!), and then my roommate went to sleep. I basically watched Don’t Forget the Lyrics, some random Netflix movies (1st half of the Hot Chick) at my other roommate’s apartment, and watched my roommate and his brothers play Donkey Kong Country Returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that night, I imagined what it would be like in the future. I’m technically the 5th wheel right now. Both my roommates are in relationships…one where they see each other every day and one kind of long-distance. Some people I know are even getting married soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I’m hanging out with my roommates, there are always those periods where I feel like I’m not good enough to talk with. Why? That everyday checkup conversation with that other person. While I’m in their presence. It’s like a leash that pulls my roommates away from me so I have to sit there staring off in the distance.&lt;br /&gt;Do I want that? Of course. I dunno if it’ll happen anytime soon, but at least I’ve tried. I’ve never been in one, so I have no idea how to be in one. Maybe that’s my problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that I feel like I’m slowly being written out of my friends’ equations. And when I saw the far future, I saw myself getting an invite after a few years of not talking, then sitting at the singles table at their lavish weddings. =\&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P90X Day 6: &lt;/b&gt;Tonight was supposed to be Kenpo, but since I was in SD, I skipped it. Heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-7521145009997384013?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7521145009997384013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/5th-wheel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7521145009997384013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7521145009997384013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/5th-wheel.html' title='The 5th Wheel'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-2150502856223038718</id><published>2010-12-19T11:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:44:19.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting a Grenada Friend</title><content type='html'>(December 19, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today marked the big day of visiting a close friend of mine in San Diego who was back from his medical school adventures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P90x Day 5:&lt;/b&gt; Legs and Back. It felt good. The wall squats were intense! And I'm getting better with the Ab Ripper X workouts. I can finally climb up my leg. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked my dad to fill up the gas (using my credit card) while I got ready for San Diego. I was going to bring a day's worth of clothes just in case there were things to do. It was 11:30, and I told my friend I'd be there at 11. Haha. Off I go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The drive was intense. 2 hours. It was raining all the way there, and there were periods when I couldn't see in front of me. It was either because of fog (yup even at 12 noon!) or the speed of the cars which made the floating water soar high in the sky creating a wall of water blocking my vision. Freakin drivers, put your lights on so I can see red lights in front of me!! It won't be my fault if I crash into you. Yet it was a nice drive because I was averaging 70 despite the rain. Like driving on a river. =P I was soooo sleepy, however. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And somehow I safely arrived at his house in Mira Mesa. YAY! It was a surprise party too. He thought he was going to Sea World. When they left, we hid in the garage. His dad said he forgot the tickets so they had to come back home, and when they returned to the house, SURPRISE! =) (I came later, but I add we for effect Haha). San Diego people were there, and we hung out in the garage eating beef dogs and burgers, chips, and buttered chicken. It's been such a long time since I had Pakistani food! =9 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muneeb told me his stories about first semester of medical school, and now I'm even more confident that it would not be my choice of pursuit as a career. He was telling me how some people quit after midterms. Not to discourage all of you medical school applicants. I'm just not one of those people to spend all their time studying. I want to pursue the video game and entertainment arts. I'm so proud of that guy though. Even if he never talks to me ever, I'm still happy to say he's my friend. That goes for everyone I know going into medical school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I also feel like almost everyone I know is in a relationship now. Some people are getting hitched already. It's just sad that I have nothing to offer in terms of crushes or whatnot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went over to my other Peter's place for the rest of the night. We watched Scott Pilgrim (still my top movie of all-time), and played some Bananagrams. Muneeb and I beat the other two out of the water. Hahaha. Word champions!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But already a disaster happened. We were getting food from the kitchen, and there was buttered chicken in a gallon bag. While I was microwaving my food, the bag began to fall off the counter. I grabbed it before it completely splattered onto the floor, but there were still chunks that fell onto the ground...and onto the leg of my sweat pants and my white sock. Buttered chicken is like tikka masala...all yummy and liquidy. It was a messy sight, but it's ok. I was more mad at the fact that the buttered chicken had gone to waste. [&gt;&lt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-2150502856223038718?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2150502856223038718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/visiting-grenada-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2150502856223038718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2150502856223038718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/visiting-grenada-friend.html' title='Visiting a Grenada Friend'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5380990122420289852</id><published>2010-12-18T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:44:35.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Feeling of Unimportance</title><content type='html'>(December 18, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOOD: Trough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the day feeling unimportant. I think I need a geeky friend. I'm so tired of talking about days and school and other things. I used to have one, but now he's no more. I even texted him today, but he didn't reply. And the closest one I have keeps selling his games when there is no use for them or doesn't care about my gaming suggestions. Yay, you bought a PS3 today. But you don't want to play any of the games I want to...well ok. If you sell your PS3 just because you can't find good games to play, then you really suck as a gamer friend. Ugh. I just want to talk video games and anime!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I even tried making friends online who are into games. But that feeling of me not being interesting enough to warrant a "How was your day?" was still with me. Honestly, I don't want to feel like I'm bothering or annoying you. The fuck? I guess everyone has a job or maybe I am uninteresting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was supposed to go clubbing tonight...but I didn't feel like it sorry. Maybe it was my mood. It was in Santa Monica, it was raining, and I was sore. Haha. Let me cozy up in a blanket and watch movies. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P90X Day 4:&lt;/b&gt; Yoga. It was HARD. I couldn't keep my balance in a lot of the poses and since my triceps were sore from yesterday, it hurt to be in the "Downward Dog" position. Glad that was over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching "Grandma's Boy", I realized I'm going to be a nerdy virgin for a long time or maybe forever. And I don't mind. lol. Sex gives too much pressure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I watched Superbad....then Pretty Woman...then Marry Me with Lucy Liu. Yeah, such random movies, but they were on TV. =) [sigh] I loved them all! I wish my life was somewhat like a movie. Thanks for being my escape today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Go to hell, real life I’ll punch you in the face!" -“Game On” - The Guild&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I kind of don’t want to deal with people and douchebags and all the responsibilities, misunderstandings, awkwardness, and effortlessness.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Fuck it, I'm just going to play my video games. At least friends travel with you and WANT to go on adventures. This break I’m going to level-grind, go on random quests with faithful companions, destroy some hostile malefactors, and save some worlds, all while eating holiday food and sitting on my ass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; "&gt;Game on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5380990122420289852?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5380990122420289852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/feeling-of-unimportance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5380990122420289852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5380990122420289852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/feeling-of-unimportance.html' title='A Feeling of Unimportance'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-3009626684780332897</id><published>2010-12-17T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:44:51.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snake in the Hole</title><content type='html'>(December 17, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MOOD: Mid-Trough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't sure if I could use CS3 for my Flash homework, so I decided to give it a shot. Today's homework was animating mouth movements to a sound. I barely finished. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flash Final: We had to animate a snake going into a cave using bone animation and masking. The trick was that the snake eases and the tongue goes in and out. It actually took me more than an hour to finish...even though it looked simple. But, I'm so happy I'm done!! If I get full credit (which is doubtful), I would get a 99.7% in the class. Haha. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 of P90X:&lt;/b&gt; Shoulders and Arms. Some of the exercises were hard, and I felt like I should've increased my resistance. But all I had were 5 pounders. Basically my biceps and triceps are really weak, so it was hard to do the triceps workout.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the day at Karen's house. =) We watched Pineapple Express. Such a great movie!! Then when I went home, I relaxed a bit and watched You, Me, and Dupree. It wasn't that bad. I was basically waiting for some sort of call from my friend about her birthday party tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I got one from Kristin at 5. Apparently she was at the 3rd street Promenade in Santa Monica. Mina never sent me an e-mail, and driving during this time would've been horrendous. Rain + rush hour. I checked the time, it would've taken more than 2 hours to get there. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just decided to take it easy and sleep. I needed it after this week and last night. I finally got to sleep in my bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-3009626684780332897?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3009626684780332897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-17-2010-mood-mid-trough-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3009626684780332897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3009626684780332897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-17-2010-mood-mid-trough-i.html' title='Snake in the Hole'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-1372965836797811328</id><published>2010-12-16T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:45:07.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thai Lap Dance</title><content type='html'>(December 16, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I just say I'm a good guy, and I don't usually desire these types of things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't want to ruin the fun of my phlebotomy lab...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P90X Day 2:&lt;/b&gt; Plyometrics. It's a bunch of cardio. Definitely felt it in my thighs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was busy busy. I went to Wal-Mart to print out a couple of photos and it cost me around $4. It was for Vickie's gift. Then I had to get ready and look nice for the night out. I took out a green shirt that I never wore, put on some jeans, and decided I was as ready as I'd ever be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to class right at 4. Started feeling the stress. I didn't have time to do a resume, nor did I have time to study for the test, nor did we have time to cut out pictures or anything like that. I gave them to Nicole, parked on the side, then went to class. We were supposed to take a group picture before class, but it didn't happen since I was late. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The test wasn't that hard. After that I went with Marisa to get a sweater, and I took a picture of half our lab outside. We worked on Vickie's present inside. I wrote about Ben. Hahaha. Then we took a picture with Mrs. Bates. =) She couldn't come that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I went over to Nicole's, while she was getting ready for our night at the Hustler Strip Club. Her younger kids are cute!! Her youngest son kept showing me all his toys. Then we left. We took a back route, and I didn't have anything to eat so I started feeling dizzy. Vickie told us she couldn't make it, so we couldn't even give her her gift. We got there just after 7. Had to pay an $8 cover fee. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The strip club was nice. They wouldn't allow us to take pictures, so no document of that night. Hahaha. I got a chicken sandwich with fries, but before that I got an AMF. Then drank a couple of beers. Then had a kamikaze. Everything was cheap! =) That's when I got sooooo tipsy and wasted. I'm glad. I tried to make it fun for my friends. There were 6 of us (5 girls, 1 guy) + me + 2 significant others. It's all good. We didn't need our whole lab. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a really nice Thai stripper named Sky. She was the only Asian there. I had NO idea how to talk with her, but I was like "just get it over with already so she doesn't have to sit awkwardly in front of me." Yup. Had a song with lap dance. It was all right. She was all up against me, and I didn't know if I could touch or slap anything. Two of my classmates were watching. Ahh whatever. Thanks for trying. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ALSO, they had free pasta that night, so I got lots of food. =) The best strip shows came on stage too. They brought out two girls who spread whipped cream all over each other and made out and licked each other's stomachs. LOL. Then the best pole dancer was there too. She grabbed the pole, lifted herself off the ground, and wrapped her legs around the pole (hung upside down), all using her abs. CRAZY! Oh and they called us out for sitting at the tipping circle and not tipping. Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls slapped the strippers' asses and had them grab dollars out of their mouths with teeth. Hahaha. They made it fun. =) I accidentally had my lips press against my classmate's cheek when we said Bye. Sorry! But I saved her from a creepy guy who followed her to her car. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove home kind of buzzed. But I got home! I didn't know how to get to the 71 South, so I just exited where Red Cross was. Thanks so much phlebotomy lab!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-1372965836797811328?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1372965836797811328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/thai-lap-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1372965836797811328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1372965836797811328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/thai-lap-dance.html' title='Thai Lap Dance'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-7763729419482954752</id><published>2010-12-15T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:45:26.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoobidowop and Scooby Snacks</title><content type='html'>(December 15, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last day of scrubs! I had to drop off my friend's Box cover. She wasn't going to be on campus, so I left it with the library guy she knows. Hahaha. I stopped by the Health Services office to pick up my CNA Skills checklist, and I found out that my Phlebotomy form wasn't signed. I was the only one. WTF??? The lady said it's because it was stuck between two pages. Ugh. Well, I'll have to wait I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our last lab was tonight! Vickie signed the last of our draws. Finally complete!!! We went to The Green Onion after, and I had my first Scooby Snack. Margarita and chicken quesadillas during happy hour. =) Nicole was on her period, so Priscilla and I had to return something from Wal-mart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told my friend I'd do P90X with her since she was starting today. I got there at 9:30, and I asked my brother if he could trade cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P90X Day 1:&lt;/b&gt; Chest &amp;amp; Back. So many push-ups! I know I'm going to get sore...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Karen and I had a 4-hour conversation. Slept around 5 in the morning. lol. Whatever, tomorrow will be chill!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-7763729419482954752?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7763729419482954752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/shoobidowop-and-scooby-snacks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7763729419482954752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7763729419482954752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/shoobidowop-and-scooby-snacks.html' title='Shoobidowop and Scooby Snacks'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5559437733954893210</id><published>2010-12-14T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T00:57:27.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phlebotomy Presentation</title><content type='html'>(December 14, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent all morning working on the Powerpoint. It took a while. We modeled it after Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader. Except we said "Phlebotomist." Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one wanted to play. Our class sucked. Whatever. I'm happy how it turned out. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight was our potluck. I didn't bring anything, but I took all the leftovers home. SO many cookies and creamed corn. Yum!! I helped my friend out with a Blood Culture. This was our last lab. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5559437733954893210?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5559437733954893210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/phlebotomy-presentation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5559437733954893210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5559437733954893210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/phlebotomy-presentation.html' title='Phlebotomy Presentation'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5303402235816337393</id><published>2010-12-13T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:00:47.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNA and Tap Final</title><content type='html'>(December 13, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After today, I don't have to wake up early. FINALLY!! I'm so happy! That CNA test was freakin easy! Well, goodbye you freakin cheater girl. Good riddance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the rest of the day with Anne. We both got to be better friends throughout the day. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my Tap final routine. I did it to "You and I Both" by Jason Mraz. They loved it!! I messed up, but only I knew about it. Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to get through the whole week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5303402235816337393?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5303402235816337393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/cna-and-tap-final.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5303402235816337393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5303402235816337393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/cna-and-tap-final.html' title='CNA and Tap Final'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-299333932351909097</id><published>2010-12-12T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:15:07.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finishing Up the Tap Choreo</title><content type='html'>(December 12, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was chill. I spent the day finishing up my final routine for Tap. SO nervous about tomorrow!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-299333932351909097?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/299333932351909097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/finishing-up-tap-choreo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/299333932351909097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/299333932351909097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/finishing-up-tap-choreo.html' title='Finishing Up the Tap Choreo'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-4351466730596674031</id><published>2010-12-11T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:19:15.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Office Party</title><content type='html'>(December 11, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last day of CNA Clinical. YES!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was super hard though. The girl didn't ask to be my partner. Woot! But the CNA we had was really slow. It was a long morning. And there were 3 accidents that we had to clean. OMG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But who cares! I'm done! I gave my CNA instructor a $6 Starbucks gift card. She was super nice. She gave a bag of candy. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned some line dances for my mom's office party tonight. It was at my cousin's house, and my brother was DJing. Had two beers. Talked with my cousin about life and nursing, and he was trying to put the moves on a girl. Hehe. I only had one plate of food. Haha. I tried teaching them how to dance one song, and I kept dancing with my mom. I kind of wanted to make her night fun, so I offered to be her partner throughout the night. =P This one lady got super drunk and she fell. Whaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I learned how to dougie! OMG my thighs hurt. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-4351466730596674031?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4351466730596674031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/moms-office-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4351466730596674031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4351466730596674031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/moms-office-party.html' title='Mom&apos;s Office Party'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-8463342184660821868</id><published>2010-12-10T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:47:48.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voice Animation</title><content type='html'>(December 10, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flash! I finished up my homework 9. Today we learned how to animate voices. SO cool!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I knew I wouldn't have time today, so I spent it trying to come up with a routine for tap. I freakin suck at making choreo, so this is going to be hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had to buy a Sympathy card for my mother's friend. Also, I decided to buy a small gift for my CNA instructor because she was really helpful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-8463342184660821868?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8463342184660821868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/voice-animation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8463342184660821868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8463342184660821868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/voice-animation.html' title='Voice Animation'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-204881286666982947</id><published>2010-12-09T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:25:56.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Tag Pain</title><content type='html'>(December 09, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend said he mentions me whenever he meets Filipinos. LOL. Ok. My skin tag started hurting...so much that I couldn't really sleep the night before. UGH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phlebotomy Test #3! We met up with Vickie and figured out where to go for the strip club. Hustler in Redlands. Haha. For the test, I got a 47/50. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got to watch Big Bang Theory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-204881286666982947?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/204881286666982947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/skin-tag-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/204881286666982947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/204881286666982947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/skin-tag-pain.html' title='Skin Tag Pain'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5142092231800404022</id><published>2010-12-08T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:33:15.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strolling in a Morgue</title><content type='html'>(December 08, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CNA Final Review, then I worked on a lot of stuff in the computer lab until the hospital. I got review questions and homework done. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phlebotomy clinical. I did well the first patient, but the second one I missed and found it later. That sucked, but I didn't care. haha. We had two bad run-ins with nurses. But we got to go the morgue tonight! I got to poke a dead body and feel some dead legs and toes. Pretty gross!! There were some dead fetuses too. That was sad. =( But I found out that part of a phlebotomist's job is to prepare the dead bodies for sendout. Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tied a string around my skin tag on my left hand. Oh gosh. I hope it doesn't hurt!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Priscilla gave me her laptop tonight to fix....but she left her wallet in her bag! OH man!! Gotta give it to her tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5142092231800404022?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5142092231800404022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/strolling-in-morgue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5142092231800404022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5142092231800404022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/strolling-in-morgue.html' title='Strolling in a Morgue'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5379632915407529123</id><published>2010-12-07T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:32:44.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Phlebotomy Lab</title><content type='html'>(December 07, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phlebotomy game shows and review for presentations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My last vacutainer! I finished my classmate log sheet. YAY! I got stuck three times tonight: Butterfly, Syringe, and dermal puncture. Fun stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5379632915407529123?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5379632915407529123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-phlebotomy-lab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5379632915407529123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5379632915407529123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-phlebotomy-lab.html' title='Last Phlebotomy Lab'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6228757229554244014</id><published>2010-12-06T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:36:30.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete Evaluations</title><content type='html'>(December 06, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started reviewing for the final for CNA. I relaxed inbetween my two classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went home, and I tried writing my papers, but I didn't have the syllabus. All i could do was guess on the page length. Wrote half a page for one and a page for the other. Turns out they both had to be 2 pages. Ah well! It's only 25 points total. I drove back for tap. I still didn't know what to do for my tap routine. I guess I'll work on it this week. =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6228757229554244014?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6228757229554244014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/incomplete-evaluations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6228757229554244014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6228757229554244014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/incomplete-evaluations.html' title='Incomplete Evaluations'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-1534904533132786862</id><published>2010-12-05T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:43:17.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder and Lightning</title><content type='html'>(December 05, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to put up decorations, but my mom warned me of rain. Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rained today. Thunder and lightning!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-1534904533132786862?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1534904533132786862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/thunder-and-lightning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1534904533132786862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1534904533132786862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/thunder-and-lightning.html' title='Thunder and Lightning'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-8443657867158929900</id><published>2010-12-04T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T01:42:39.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Deprivation Causes Teary Outbursts</title><content type='html'>(December 04, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m not sure what came over me today. I can say that it was 15% depressing, 15% relieving, and 70% embarrassing.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was waiting for my dad to pick me up after my clinical today. I told him I’d be done at 2. We finished our meeting at 2:30, and I checked outside. He was nowhere to be found.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I told my friend earlier that I’d eat sushi with her from 3-4. There was a party she was at that would end at 5. Then my friend wanted to hang out after 5. Earlier I told the company that I volunteered for that I would go to their volunteer appreciation party from 5-9. Lots of things that I wondered if I could make it to.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My dad normally picks me up at 3 after clinical…now it was 3:45. My mind was already feeling the tiredness that would lead to a shut down. When he called at 2:45, he sounded tired. Was he sleeping? I was initially angry…but then my mind slowly accepted that it’s not his fault. His sisters came, and he had to drive them around too. It’s my fault for not having a car.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When he picked me up, I wanted him to say sorry. And when he said it, I would say, it’s ok dad, your tired, your sisters came so you had to drive them around, your lazy-ass, good-for-nothing son wasn’t able to find himself a job that would help our family. And now I couldn’t fulfill the promise I made earlier of eating out early with a friend. It was already almost 4. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;For some reason, I felt all the pressure that I put on myself for that day alone added with stress from school and people. My inability to say no has caused me to juxtapose two events that probably wouldn’t go together causing me to figure out which is the more important one. Time would not allow me for both. Why did this all have to happen today?&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I asked my dad to use the car later, I felt the anger in his voice, like the ‘you should have told me’ anger. Then I said what I wanted to say. Instead of sounding firm, I sounded so horrible and depressed. Water began pouring from my eyes. I freakin cried. In the presence of my father. I felt too much pressure for no real reason. Wait, there were a bunch of reasons I shouted at my dad.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just couldn’t take it…my dad driving me around everywhere, not being able to go out, eating up money without producing any, having such a large debt, trying to please everyone…I felt like such a burden. To everyone. While this was going on, my dad was trying to give words of encouragement as best as he knew how. I probably surprised him. It wasn’t helping that he had a sort of angry-sounding tone like “Stop crying. It’s making my ears hurt. I’ve been through worse, why are you complaining?” I know Dad, but in reality I should have a job since I graduated already and be taking care of you guys now…&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I let all the stressed tears out the whole freeway ride, a good 20 minutes, then I just sat there in the car feeling like sh*t. Maybe I need a good sleep. Maybe I just need these classes and drama to be over. I dunno. I couldn’t think too much about it…I had to get ready to eat some sushi with my friend.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I will let the night write itself out…&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**************************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, that day I had Mauricio as a CNA and worked with Ashley. The girl didn't show up. I guess God does answer prayers. Haha. Easy chill day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I ate Sushi with Rebekah, then hung out at the party place where my brother was DJing. Later on I hung out with CJ and watched a movie: Get Him to the Greek at my house. It was FUNNY! And I seriously miss hanging out with CJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-8443657867158929900?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/8443657867158929900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleep-deprivation-causes-teary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8443657867158929900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/8443657867158929900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/12/sleep-deprivation-causes-teary.html' title='Sleep Deprivation Causes Teary Outbursts'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-3754883832816969375</id><published>2010-11-22T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:39:34.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TOosQY7SihI/AAAAAAAABLc/TKNMtgttDVE/s1600/Sanrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TOosQY7SihI/AAAAAAAABLc/TKNMtgttDVE/s400/Sanrio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542290951513475602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-3754883832816969375?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3754883832816969375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3754883832816969375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3754883832816969375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TOosQY7SihI/AAAAAAAABLc/TKNMtgttDVE/s72-c/Sanrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6524265431744472577</id><published>2010-11-17T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:09:12.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Venipuncture =D</title><content type='html'>(November 17, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I have a whole week to write about, but I don't want to forget the feeling that I'm feeling tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOOOOOOO GOOOOOOD!!! I finally had a phlebotomy clinical where I wasn't insulted-I mean, criticized-on my technique by the teacher. I was praised! Hooray! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to stick a lady who was diabetic, really thick-skinned. We couldn't do her left arm, and the IV was on her hand on the right. We had to get special permission from the nurse. I thought I would be done for tonight, but she said go for it. Ok! So I felt for the vein...nothing. My instructor told me to feel at a certain spot. I still couldn't feel it because of all the fat!! But I felt a tiny sliver of a vein. Ok. Here goes. Went in. Pushed the tube onto my holder. F*CK no blood. Instead of standing there like an idiot and shake like I usually do, I pushed the needle in deeper. Turns out the vein was pushed in more because of my palpation. So I was in the right spot, glad I didn't have to fish! Blood gushed out!! HALLELUIA!! I felt so good that I didn't shake, and my teacher was so proud of me. =DDDDDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night we were awesome. "They" are a very talkative bunch. And I learn so much about...women's needs?? Hahaha. Here's a picture of our group!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TOWDtMzj2sI/AAAAAAAABLU/a8bbYXkatUU/s1600/PhlebClinical.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TOWDtMzj2sI/AAAAAAAABLU/a8bbYXkatUU/s400/PhlebClinical.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540979729104100034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Plus I finally got to talk on AIM with my friend that I met online. Previously, we only exchanged messages, and now we held a conversation! =3 But I'm trying not to rush into things. If it goes well, then good! I would definitely like a long friendship. No matter how long it takes. Hahaha. I will grow, not fall. (-_^)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6524265431744472577?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6524265431744472577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-best-venipuncture-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6524265431744472577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6524265431744472577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-best-venipuncture-d.html' title='My Best Venipuncture =D'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHCCM3GEgIw/TOWDtMzj2sI/AAAAAAAABLU/a8bbYXkatUU/s72-c/PhlebClinical.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-3312883668949198116</id><published>2010-11-11T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T12:18:53.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Reputable Company?</title><content type='html'>(November 11, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last minute decision: Bought a ticket for PMX this weekend. I don't know anyone who's going, and the cosplayer I met online just offered it as a suggestion. He's going to be at Artist Alley selling his work. We'll see, maybe it'll be fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I volunteered to do phone calls this morning. This one lady complained the sh** about the company I worked for. She told me to find another reputable company. Wow. I later found out that the patient with her died a few hours later. Dang.....that's kinda depressing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a Phlebotomy quiz. I guess I'm on hugging terms with my instructors now?? LOL. Well, Nicole and Priscilla hugged my teachers, and they looked at me like I should too. =P That's cool! I'm freeeeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glee was so freakin good this week. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-3312883668949198116?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3312883668949198116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-reputable-company.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3312883668949198116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3312883668949198116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/not-reputable-company.html' title='Not a Reputable Company?'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-643505119361686109</id><published>2010-11-10T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:23:01.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Ol' Phlebotomy Clinical</title><content type='html'>(November 10, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another useless CNA lecture. I think I was half-helping my friend with her TEAS stuff. FUUUUUUU I can't wait until this class is over. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I was on break for a long time today. I decided to suck it up and go all in with these draws for my phlebotomy clinical. If I don't do a good job, then whatever. I tried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was surprisingly awesome! We hung out like friends, and we just talked about a bunch of stuff. I had 2 punctures, and the first one was good, but the 2nd one could've been better. Well, whatever. I done good!! They made fun of my 6th finger and threatened to cut it off and put it in formaldehyde. Haha. =) I guess I'll stick with it for a while longer. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-643505119361686109?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/643505119361686109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-ol-phlebotomy-clinical.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/643505119361686109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/643505119361686109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/good-ol-phlebotomy-clinical.html' title='A Good Ol&apos; Phlebotomy Clinical'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5057078800330658737</id><published>2010-11-09T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:10:11.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Two-Minute Hug</title><content type='html'>(November 9, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I watched The World God Only Knows via brother's request. They're going to have a new episode soon, so I might as well watch it with my brother when it comes out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got to the last part of Phoenix Wright! What sucks is you have to yell "Objection" in the microphone. I was in the cafeteria, and I didn't want to embarrass myself, so I'll just wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was Priscilla's birthday! My friend Nicole brought a cake with candles and everything. I had to ask my teacher for a lighter, so everyone thought I was a smoker. LOL. Then this woman Melissa stayed for cake, and she missed the bus, so she waited an hour. She asked me if I could give her a 2-minute hug for body warmth. It was SO awkward during those 2 minutes. Hahaha. Not quite the hug I was looking for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight definitely boosted my confidence for phlebotomy. I got checked off for a syringe and a dermal puncture. Just a few more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG my brother left my camera with his girlfriend. WTF. I guess I can't make videos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5057078800330658737?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5057078800330658737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/phlebotomy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5057078800330658737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5057078800330658737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/phlebotomy-birthday.html' title='A Two-Minute Hug'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-7368588450467788566</id><published>2010-11-08T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:59:27.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEAS Percentages</title><content type='html'>(November 8, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's my friend's 21st birthday today! Too bad I can't go to her party. I was there last year...and I got drunk off Sake bombs. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a lot of people are going into the nursing program, and they all have to take the TEAS test. The girl next to me kept asking me about percentages while the teacher was talking. It was fine, but if the teacher was reviewing for the test, I'd be screwed. But OMG. This test seriously tests you on basic algebra. Yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then my long break. I spent the whole day beating Phoenix Wright. A case seriously takes forever to beat because I have to rest my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We learned new stuff for tap. Woot! More timesteps and more riffs. And she even gave us some pointers for the final. Hmmm gotta figure out what song I want to dance to. Any ideas? =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-7368588450467788566?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/7368588450467788566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/teas-percentages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7368588450467788566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/7368588450467788566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/teas-percentages.html' title='TEAS Percentages'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-3791243089456386813</id><published>2010-11-07T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:53:04.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TFC Hypnosis</title><content type='html'>(November 7, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daylight Saving Time! Even then I didn't feel like I got that hour of sleep. Haha. I spent all day yesterday making my vlog. Today I went to church with my mom and the topic was finances. This seriously makes me want to get out of debt...Man, I dunno when that will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent the rest of the day at my aunt's house watching TFC:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYS9OSGO_SI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KYS9OSGO_SI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-3791243089456386813?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/3791243089456386813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/tfc-hypnosis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3791243089456386813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/3791243089456386813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/tfc-hypnosis.html' title='TFC Hypnosis'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-1859478082332289453</id><published>2010-11-06T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:51:49.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncomfortable Partner</title><content type='html'>(November 6, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dangit, why do I have to wake up early today? I was considering not going, but no I should go to the CNA Clinical. My partner Reina needs to shut up sometimes. She talks waaay too much (like about sexual things), and I could tell there were times when our CNA was uncomfortable. We worked with Jorge, but he's the one who caused a bunch of drama last week with Soila. Today was such a chill day though, and I'm glad I went. Need to sleeeeeep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-1859478082332289453?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1859478082332289453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/uncomfortable-partner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1859478082332289453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1859478082332289453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/uncomfortable-partner.html' title='Uncomfortable Partner'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-6560078179765086194</id><published>2010-11-05T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:49:38.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashing Elton John</title><content type='html'>(November 5, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was my Flash midterm. You can watch the vlogs about it or just read this. It took me all 3 hours. Screw finishing it in an hour. I wanted it to at least have all the elements my teacher wanted us to have. It was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then afterwards was Auntie Becky's Birthday party. I found out my cousin is going into nursing too. Yay! But there was a lot of good food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, my dad and I went to the Elton John concert. I had a blast. He's such a great performer!! It's the least I could do for my dad for driving me around this whole semester. I hope he enjoyed it too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQNwf3jkY7Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TQNwf3jkY7Q?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CY_dq4806nE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CY_dq4806nE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-6560078179765086194?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/6560078179765086194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/flashing-elton-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6560078179765086194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/6560078179765086194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/flashing-elton-john.html' title='Flashing Elton John'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-1832889388180004027</id><published>2010-11-04T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:47:20.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vlogs are Back!</title><content type='html'>(November 4, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could use a long hug right now...I’m just going to skip my morning class that I have a presentation for. I didn’t do it. Maybe I’ll just drop the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I’m just going to be in bed until 2 today…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talked to my phlebotomy teacher and Nicole about my situation. I'm still considering dropping the class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To make me feel better, I decided to do a vlog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KD4AdLZxw4I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KD4AdLZxw4I?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-1832889388180004027?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/1832889388180004027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/vlogs-are-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1832889388180004027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/1832889388180004027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/vlogs-are-back.html' title='Vlogs are Back!'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-5638716653863201508</id><published>2010-11-03T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:15:16.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Worst Phlebotomy Night</title><content type='html'>(November 3, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a test this morning that I didn’t really study for because I was so tired. I woke up at 6 and packed my lunch. I was already in my scrub pants, and I was wearing my backpack. All I had to put on was my white shoes, which were in the garage. I didn’t want to bend too far since I was carrying an enormous weight on my back, so I tried to tie them while my back was slightly bent. No go. Had to bend further.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I noticed that my jacket and pants were getting warmer. I felt it. Liquid. The hot tea from the bottle in my backpack leaked as I bent over, pouring on my clothes and onto the floor. My hands already touched my bacteria-infested shoes. Do I screw on the cap tighter with my bacteria-infested hands? I had no choice. And my dad doesn’t put hand sanitizer in the car. Dammit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spilled on myself, wasted some tea, had an hour to study for my test (that I know the girl next to me would cheat off of), and tired from lack of sleep. Plus I’m on campus all day working on a freakin presentation. Where are you Thanksgiving???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Test #3 for CNA. Yup, she did it again. WTF. I hate CNA class right now. I changed some of my answers at the end after she turned hers in. Boo yeah, I know I missed 2. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had the worst phlebotomy clinical ever. The first guy I did had a freakin urinal next to his bed, so I was breathing in urine while doing his draw. I missed the first time, and had to do it again. I continued to shake like a madman. UGH. My instructor tells me to stop. Can I?? I don't even know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My second patient was even worse. First she said "Tourniquet could be tighter." Then I did a butterfly and missed. I kept trying to fish for it, and she yelled "STOP IT" in my face. That's it. I didn't want to do it anymore, but I had to finish what I started...So I did another butterfly but couldn't get enough blood. I went in too slow apparently. And then I did my first dermal puncture (fingerstick). It sucked because I've never done one before...had to make the finger bleed a lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WTF is wrong with me??? I was seriously going to quit phlebotomy right now. I told my dad to not pick me up here anymore...then I went home and let my frustrations out on Peter. He was tired or something, so after my monologue, he went to sleep. Thanks. I tried calling some other people...but they didn't pick up. Would someone please tell me what to do??? Should I just quit already and stop feeling like this every week?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know for a fact that I'd rather do CNA than Phlebotomy. Phlebotomy has too many variable patients. I like logical things, and having things in front of me that I can see. None of this feel the vein shit. Dammit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I guess I have to sleep on it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-5638716653863201508?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/5638716653863201508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-worst-phlebotomy-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5638716653863201508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/5638716653863201508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-worst-phlebotomy-night.html' title='My Worst Phlebotomy Night'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-4831546264244050762</id><published>2010-11-02T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T10:35:45.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting Props</title><content type='html'>(November 2, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Elections are today! Did you vote??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had such a busy day today. First I went in for volunteering, and I made phone calls to random hospitals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got home, I finished my ballot, then I dropped it off. We had a Phlebotomy quiz. Our teacher wasn't feeling well today so lab was canceled. I still had to wait for my dad. My friend Priscilla waited with me, and we went over the candidates for the election because she hasn't voted yet. We thought that the poll place was at school, but it wasn't. Haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretty much voted democrat for all of them, and I'm glad I read about some of the approved judges on a Web site, so I voted no on some judges. I wasn't sure what to vote for 19. I voted yes because I wanted the state to get more money. I don't smoke weed, so legalization made the most sense to me. Everything else except 20, which involved redistricting, was a no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-4831546264244050762?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/4831546264244050762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/voting-props.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4831546264244050762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/4831546264244050762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/voting-props.html' title='Voting Props'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-2229538997523643912</id><published>2010-11-01T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T10:31:21.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timestep Test</title><content type='html'>(November 1, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy November! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had our review for test 3 in CNA class. Chica was absent. Does that mean what I think it means? Yeah, she's probably going to cheat off me again on Wednesday. (O_o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had my midterm for tap today. I got all the sequences down and timing perfect. =D But when she talked to us individually, my teacher told me to relax. LOL It's because I was thinking about getting the steps perfectly! Haha, I guess it's a bad thing. Full 40/40 though. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25346282973343303-2229538997523643912?l=stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/feeds/2229538997523643912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/timestep-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2229538997523643912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25346282973343303/posts/default/2229538997523643912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuckin2ndgear.blogspot.com/2010/11/timestep-test.html' title='Timestep Test'/><author><name>StuckIn2ndGear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11678877019375862873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25346282973343303.post-1506174935224813338</id><published>2010-10-31T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T10:28:01.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Proud for Standard Mode</title><content type='html'>(October 31, 2010)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't do anything. I'm all caught up now with Modern Family. =) It's two seasons, but I just kept going and going because it's that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I started Kingdom Hearts 2. I decided to go Proud mode (Expert level) so I didn't have to do all the extra stuff to get the secret ending. I died on the first boss. What was I thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Wal-Mart after all the kids were done trick-or-treating. We had like three doorbells. What are we supposed to do with all this candy?? Well, I bought a card for my aunt since it's her birthday tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang, why is there early class tomorrow. 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