<?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-5124685268119664761</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:03:41.470-10:00</updated><category term='black friday'/><category term='gidgets and gadgets'/><category term='internet related'/><category term='travel'/><category term='advice'/><category term='weekends'/><category term='nightlife'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='books'/><category term='random'/><category term='graphics'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='school'/><category term='work'/><category term='opinions'/><category term='breakups'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>etcetera</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-8500359069858225566</id><published>2009-01-01T17:48:00.001-10:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:05:52.485-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Fishing...</title><content type='html'>I went back to &lt;a href="http://www.wordpress.com/"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit me there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://injen.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://injen.wordpress.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-8500359069858225566?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8500359069858225566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=8500359069858225566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/8500359069858225566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/8500359069858225566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2009/01/gone-fishing.html' title='Gone Fishing...'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-1565578756089599266</id><published>2008-12-31T19:52:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T19:58:07.921-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Last Post of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wanted to wish my fellow bloggers and followers a safe New Years Eve celebration! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kiss 2008 good-bye, but hold on to the memories forever. Here's to a new year and a fresh new start!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286200503086161778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SVxbWZ3xH3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/zQP7SuJksNI/s400/happynewyear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you in 2009!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-1565578756089599266?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1565578756089599266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=1565578756089599266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/1565578756089599266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/1565578756089599266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-post-of-year.html' title='Last Post of the Year'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SVxbWZ3xH3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/zQP7SuJksNI/s72-c/happynewyear.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-1578135815405695670</id><published>2008-12-30T12:59:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:45:28.922-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>2008 Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is a must-do, as 2008 comes to a close I start to look back at life during the year and begin to summarize it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things I was proud of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Having the initiative to quit my part time job to take more credits at school. (Three classes and a full time job is tough to handle, ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Giving up majority of my so-called "summer break" to take both sessions of summer school. I racked up 21 credits this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Kept my 2008 New Years resolution to travel. (Visited Las Vegas twice, Maui, San Fran and San Diego)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Paid off a credit card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I learned the basic concepts of the game of football, lol! It took almost three seasons of Warrior football to learn just what the hell is going on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things I was happy about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Had a some what successful relationship in which made five months of my year pretty spiffy--until it ended (obviously).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Developed a love for California (I wouldn't mind moving to) especially San Francisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Best friend moved in! She's the best roommate a person could ask for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moved out of my Mom's house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Salary INCREASE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Completed back piece by Sado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things I wasn't so happy about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My office/job moving 30 miles from home in Kapolei. (Not just the commute, but the whole damn process of moving 100 employees from downtown Honolulu to Kapolei -- oh the agony!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My breakup...BOTH OF THEM. %#&amp;amp;*! (But I'll get over it...or have I....?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Taking 2+ hours to finish an 8-mile marathon. Shin splints are the worst! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moving out of my Mom's house. --I know I wrote this in the "&lt;em&gt;Things I was happy about&lt;/em&gt;" section, but you have to understand the reason why I moved out in the first place. (Mother's husband makes it very difficult to live there) I'm not so happy because I miss my Mom. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Missed out on NYE Las Vegas trip due to bad decisions. (I'm still whacking myself in the face for that one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2008 was definitely a roller coaster of events. How would you sum up your 2008? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-1578135815405695670?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1578135815405695670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=1578135815405695670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/1578135815405695670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/1578135815405695670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-wrap-up.html' title='2008 Wrap Up'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-5021557171198726209</id><published>2008-12-28T21:01:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:17:13.650-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SVh2AnOhECI/AAAAAAAAAFU/clsS5uM6OyM/s1600-h/blog+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285103915621224482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SVh2AnOhECI/AAAAAAAAAFU/clsS5uM6OyM/s200/blog+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I finally finished my book &lt;em&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/em&gt; and had some thoughts and opinions. Let me just first start off by saying, I bought the book because I came out of a relationship and needed a pick-me-up, oh please God help me advice. My friend recommended the book (also because the movie is coming out in February 2009) so I picked up my copy and eagerly began reading thinking that it would make me feel better about being dumped and single again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRONG!&lt;/strong&gt; What it made me realize is that 99% of the guys I've dated weren't that into me. What a nice thing to hear after a breakup, right? So basically Greg (the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;male&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; author of this book) names each and every type of guy that there is out there. Lets just say that my previous boyfriend had about 10 characteristics that Greg mentioned. I know, I should be thankful that I'm not with him, but wow, what an eye opener (and a shot in the head) to read that he wasn't that into me. Sad to say though, I'm sure all that he wrote in there is true (I even asked a guy friend for his thoughts) however I have seen the exception to the rule. Oh! Greg also goes on to say that you should ignore all those "rare case scenarios" (guys break up with girl, guy misses girl, guy calls girl, guy asks girl back out, guy proposes, girl says yes, guy and girl live &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happily&lt;/span&gt; ever after). So we females shouldn't hold on to any beacon of hope. Thankfully, Liz (the &lt;strong&gt;FEMALE&lt;/strong&gt; co-author) saves the b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SVh4vWO0NEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/L_hfwDp2so8/s1600-h/blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285106917536183362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SVh4vWO0NEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/L_hfwDp2so8/s200/blog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ook&lt;/span&gt;-in my eyes- by explaining why it's hard to girls to swallow all this raw information. I don't know, I probably won't read this book again, I have learned a thing or two, but like it says, we need to live our lives, no matter what annoying line (or fifty) we hear in our heads from the book, and take chances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have another Greg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Behrendt&lt;/span&gt; book to start &lt;em&gt;It's Called a Breakup Because It's Broken&lt;/em&gt;. Probably the same quirky comments from Greg (as I noticed when I thumbed through it in the bookstore) but I bought the damn thing and won't let it go to waste. Again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;it'll&lt;/span&gt; probably be another eye opener and stab in the chest but it's probably something good to hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;After this, no more self-help books. I think I've gotten all the self-help that I could get this year. Although I must say, I'm doing ten times better than I was nearly two months ago. :)&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/5124685268119664761-5021557171198726209?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5021557171198726209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=5021557171198726209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/5021557171198726209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/5021557171198726209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SVh2AnOhECI/AAAAAAAAAFU/clsS5uM6OyM/s72-c/blog+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-4040936420441393297</id><published>2008-12-24T21:16:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T21:21:44.650-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Holidays...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's been a busy couple of weeks but I've accomplished much during. I completed the Christmas shopping, managed to pass both my classes with a B and a C, made some new &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; and spent lots of time with friends. Anyway, just wanted to wish everyone a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MERRY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Be safe everyone and God Bless!!&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/5124685268119664761-4040936420441393297?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4040936420441393297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=4040936420441393297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/4040936420441393297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/4040936420441393297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays...'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-1440150366594946607</id><published>2008-12-22T14:21:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:39:10.371-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Brief Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been rather busy the past few days, then this weekend, I couldn't log in for some reason. I'm finally able to get in today but since I'm at work I have to make this short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I finished school (hooray!) on Thursday night. I was debating whether to try and pass this one online class, or take the failing grade and redo it next semester. I'll find out my grade on Thursday but I'm feeling pretty confident. (I hope I didn't just jinx myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sheraton Hawaii Bowl is on Wednesday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I started on my book "&lt;em&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/em&gt;" and it's pissing me off as I read on. I'll write about it when I finish the book with my complete thoughts. Ugh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finished Christmas shopping! (And wrapping, might I add) Now I can go back to shopping exclusively for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Work is busy...I've got three projects all due within the first five days of the New Year. (Not good when I plan on taking off on Christmas Eve, and we have Christmas and New Years day off) I've only got six days. Looks like late evenings at work will commence. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Got to the gym twice this weekend! *Pats self on the back* The first day was killer; I'm so out of shape, but the second day was a breeze. Thank you Red Bull!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; it's back to work I go...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-1440150366594946607?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1440150366594946607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=1440150366594946607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/1440150366594946607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/1440150366594946607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/brief-update.html' title='Brief Update'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-7241000479230838535</id><published>2008-12-16T21:58:00.006-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:39:23.442-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was tagged a few days ago...or was it just the other day? Well anyway I've yet to jot down &lt;strong&gt;sixteen&lt;/strong&gt; random facts about me. Here it goes: (in reverse, just to make this interesting, because really, I'm not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;16) I'm addicted to watching The Hills. (I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dvd&lt;/span&gt; on pause right now as I blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;15) I'm going to school for accounting, but what I really wish I was doing was fashion/marketing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14) I've been to Europe, (Italy, Monaco, Switzerland and France) Canada, Mexico and numerous states (California, Washington, Nevada, Washington D.C.). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13) I change my hand writing depending on what I'm writing or who I'm writing to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12) I've never bought a designer handbag. (They were all gifts) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;11) I have a hard time eating Oreo cookies unless I take it apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;10) I have ten pillows on my bed right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9) While I'm counting things...I own ten pairs of jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;8) I had Italian food for dinner the past five nights. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buca&lt;/span&gt; Di &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Beppo&lt;/span&gt; has the biggest orders ever, my left over spaghetti lasted me for 3 meals!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7) I've got $65 cash on me, right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6) I name my cars. (The 2000 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jetta&lt;/span&gt;, who I named Matthew, Bailey, the blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bimmer&lt;/span&gt; sedan and n&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUi4uPF-7fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ibw8h2KJ3_4/s1600-h/07212008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280673667557027314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUi4uPF-7fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ibw8h2KJ3_4/s200/07212008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mondavi&lt;/span&gt; my BMW coupe.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5) I guess I have a thing with naming objects, because I named my camera Barron. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4) I have a weakness for breakfast from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;McDonalds&lt;/span&gt; and Burger King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3) Never had a New Years kiss. (Just thought about that since I have no idea what I'm doing this NYE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2) I own five pairs of boots. That's a lot considering I live in Hawaii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1) I'm addicted to tattoos. I spent $800 (fairly low) and about seven hours on my back. (&lt;em&gt;pic&lt;/em&gt;) **And that little doll on my lower right was my first (stupid) tattoo I did when I was sixteen years old, my Dad took me. :) I wish someone stopped me, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I took my exam tonight, I don't think I did so well. It must be bad when you don't finish, right? I have maybe 5-7 more to go. Exams are so pressured that I lose my mind! At least I finished my projects today though, stayed home all day to finish them. Back to work tomorrow and I bet I have piles to do there also. I got to get back in to my gym routine too, I've been slacking since I fell down and bruised my foot. It's finally better so I can't use that excuse anymore. I'll have to force myself to go tomorrow morning. *&lt;em&gt;sulks&lt;/em&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/5124685268119664761-7241000479230838535?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7241000479230838535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=7241000479230838535' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/7241000479230838535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/7241000479230838535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUi4uPF-7fI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ibw8h2KJ3_4/s72-c/07212008+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-6667094572158573117</id><published>2008-12-15T09:13:00.006-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:29:28.833-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gidgets and gadgets'/><title type='text'>Blackberry Bold...I Got It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUatImuWJZI/AAAAAAAAADs/Vhu-1dEzrso/s1600-h/blkbrybold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280097976483980690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUatImuWJZI/AAAAAAAAADs/Vhu-1dEzrso/s200/blkbrybold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What did I say about me buying my own Christmas presents? :) I actually bought this last week Tuesday. Put a nice hole in my wallet, but oh well. I paid $400+ for the phone, but I have yet to mail in my rebate form for $100 back and I'm patiently waiting (hope it takes longer than normal) for my bill from my old provider for the $200 cancellation fee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, here is it...the Blackberry Bold. I absolutely love it! I was so tired of holding my old phone (the sidekick lx) like it was a video game controller, not to mention the swivel screen (it &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; cool when I first saw it) was just getting annoying to spin open to dial and type, and spin it shut to talk. Everyone asks me why I switched to AT&amp;amp;T but didn't get the iPhone. I have an iPod Touch already and had the hardest time typing in letters using the touch keyboard. I NEED THE QWERTY! But the Bold is great, the pictures come out so clear, and the sound. I was amazed when I listened to some of the ringtones that were pre-loaded on here, it sounds like a stereo system. I'm in love, last thing left is to purchase that Sony camera and I'm satisfied. (I bought my book as you could see in my previous entry.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was tagged the other day...I have to think about my sixteen (what an odd number?) random facts before I begin. I'm at work and somehow all the weirdest thoughts pop in to my head while I'm at work, so I'll just jot them down as the day goes on then blog it later. My top priority should be studying though. Last day of school was last week and tomorrow I have a final exam with a project due and another project due online on Thursday. Someone pray with&lt;/span&gt; me, please? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-6667094572158573117?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6667094572158573117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=6667094572158573117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/6667094572158573117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/6667094572158573117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/blackberry-boldi-got-it.html' title='Blackberry Bold...I Got It!'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUatImuWJZI/AAAAAAAAADs/Vhu-1dEzrso/s72-c/blkbrybold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-7417342112596058501</id><published>2008-12-11T20:20:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:54:27.378-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Because I Have Nothing to Blog About</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I live a boring life these days...right now it's about 8pm and I'm home alone with nothing to do. I'm trying my best not to turn on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; because then I'll be up forever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;flipping&lt;/span&gt; channels all night. Anyway...in place of writing I'll do what I love to do, surveys about ME. :o) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can you cook?: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I "can" but I can't cook good. I do easy stuff like pasta and...pasta, yeah that's about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What was your dream growing up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't know about back then, but now it's my dream to be happy and successful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What talent do you wish you had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I could sing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I bought you a drink what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If someone else is buying, something pricey. (Kidding! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; not really but I wouldn't settle for a beer) Something with vodka (preferably grey goose) in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite vegetable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is like an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oxy&lt;/span&gt; moron in my book. Not a fan of veggies, but I can do salads so lettuce is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What was the last book you read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I began reading "The Game..." but never did finish it. Then this summer I began reading "The Manual" but didn't finish reading it. I haven't gotten through one whole book since high school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What zodiac sign are you ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Virgo, the virgin. ():o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Any Tattoos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few. ...Got more ideas running through my head to expand my back piece. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Worst Habit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Shopping when I don't have money? :) That's a good one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What is your favorite sport?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm shocked that I can actually sit through an entire game of football and know about 80% of what's going on. (I'm still learning) It was a shock that I'm paying $40 to watch the Hawaii Bowl, I must actually like watching football. Go figure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Negative or Optimistic attitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A little bit of both. I try to stay very positive and optimistic, but then I somehow always get disappointed so I rebel by thinking negatively about things, but that's really not the way to live a happy life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Worst thing to ever happen to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Getting dumped. (Which time you ask? -ALL of them) Oh well, at least I wasn't naked (Forgetting Sarah Marshall, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tell me one weird fact about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I quote lines from "The Hills" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you have any pets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No, but I want a mini-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dachshund&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you think clowns are cute or scary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clowns are definitely not cute. Not so much scary, they're just...funny looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have a small non-smile, smile. Only after some patron shots does my smile expand. That can't be good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever been arrested?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bottle or Draft?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It doesn't matter to me, actually, I'd probably go with what's cheaper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go directly to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.express.com/"&gt;Express&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and shop shop shop! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's your favorite place to hang at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Ryans&lt;/span&gt; was the place. Haven't been in a while..now I'm all about Oceans808 and I have a new found appreciation for hanging out in my room, alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I prefer the term spirits, and yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Favorite thing to do in your spare time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apparently its going on the computer...or watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, shopping, gym, and sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you swear a lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nope. Not much for profanity. You'll know I'm really pissed off when I swear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Biggest pet peeve?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When my toes get wet from walking on the wet ground. I don't care if my face, hair or arms get wet, but when it's my feet its so annoying, especially when I'm walking at the speed of evolution (not fast at all) and it still gets wet. AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In one word, how would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dorky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you appreciate romance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes, it's just sad how romance usually dies. I miss it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you believe in God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sure do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ok, I'm done. Sleepy time now. OMG how lame, it's not even 9:00 p.m. Malls aren't even closed yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-7417342112596058501?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/7417342112596058501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=7417342112596058501' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/7417342112596058501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/7417342112596058501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/because-i-have-nothing-to-blog-about.html' title='Because I Have Nothing to Blog About'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-4079371512005966391</id><published>2008-12-08T21:02:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:12:51.362-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>I Love Cal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So it's official...my flight is booked and my boss signed off on my pink slips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M GOING TO L.A.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so excited! There's so much that I want to do and see. So I decided on L.A. over San Francisco (even though I'm in LOVE with that city!) only because I have a place to stay, and know some people in the area. Perhaps I'll save San Francisco for spring break, or summer time. Darn, I told myself that 2008 was my traveling year and 2009 I'd stay home and save...broke that rule, maybe I'll do that in 2010. I'll be leaving in January, so I have some time to save and plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Other than that, nothing else really exciting. Decided to go to the Sheraton Hawaii Bowl to watch the Warriors take on Notre Dame. Okay, well I decided, but tickets are still pending based on whether or not there's seats available. Stressed out at work today, as usual. I came home and took my online quiz and thought I did really good considering I had the book and notes in my lap, but nope, 18 out of 30. I don't get how that happened. Now I'm just killing time before I go work out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-4079371512005966391?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4079371512005966391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=4079371512005966391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/4079371512005966391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/4079371512005966391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-cal.html' title='I Love Cal'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-4974991610112256828</id><published>2008-12-07T21:04:00.006-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:27:17.583-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This weekend has been a whirlwind, as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRIDAY: &lt;/strong&gt;After work I thought I'd avoid traffic by having a drink with the co-workers at Chilis. BAD IDEA! The traffic in Kapolei only gets worse the long you wait. So whatever, I faced it. Started shopping and bought my book from my previous post and picked up another from the same author. If you know me, I had just had a breakup about a month ago, so I can totally relate to these books. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STzLHpLtU1I/AAAAAAAAADc/Y1_LHj3sFDc/s1600-h/blog+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277316195545862994" style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STzLHpLtU1I/AAAAAAAAADc/Y1_LHj3sFDc/s200/blog+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STzLH8w9ejI/AAAAAAAAADk/j4LiRLn6f9U/s1600-h/blog+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277316200802384434" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STzLH8w9ejI/AAAAAAAAADk/j4LiRLn6f9U/s200/blog+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Afterwards, I went home and got ready. We all met up at The LR for drinks, food, dancing and an intense game of Chippendale Photo Hunt. LOL. It's pretty funny when you get the guys pointing at half-fully naked men. Yum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY: &lt;/strong&gt;Woke up and hit the gym, a much needed trip. Went home and got ready for the football game, UH vs. Cincinnati. Yeah, we lost. So horrible since it was the last game of the regular season. After that game, I seriously started thinking about going to the Sheraton Hawaii Bowl on Christmas Eve. When I came home from the game, Tina and I headed up to town and hit up Oceans for a few drinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;/strong&gt; Today was Mom &amp;amp; Daughter day. We've been spending every Sunday together, it's really nice. So my Mom picked me up and we drove up to town and did some (well, a LOT) shopping at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.express.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. I LOVE THAT STORE! I was a little shocked to see that I spent &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;over&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; $300 in less than an hour. For some that might not be a lot, but for me, that's a lot to spend in one place, and of course, the worst part is that 90% of the items, weren't gifts, they were for me. I'm bad, I know. We then had lunch at Japanese food at Hifumi's at the Chinese Cultural Plaza in Chinatown. So good and inexpensive. After that I did more shopping at Ross. This time however I bought gifts for three people. Ross is the best place for Christmas gifts! It's so cheap and they have cute gift ideas. I only spent around $60 there. I came home and cleaned my room (I can actually see carpet now! YAY!) and now I'm just relaxing. I doubt I'll drag my butt to the gym tonight, probably force myself to study. I have an online quiz due tomorrow, and even though I'm retaking this online class next semester because I'm not doing so good, I still don't want to get an F and lower my already low GPA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow's Monday, man how I hate Mondays. Got lots to do at work. I missed a deadline on Friday because I swear I had three projects going on and one of them had to wait, so I got to get going on it as soon as I get in to the office. I have a few more assignments too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;**FUN JEN FACT**&lt;/strong&gt; I find that I work much harder at work when I dress professionally. It's really odd. When I'm lazy and wear jeans, and a sweater with I'm not as productive as if I was to wear more business attire. I better dress good tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Looking forward to after work, I told Tina that I'd pick up Tanioka's on my way home for dinner. Best local food! Alright, study time! Good night friends and followers! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-4974991610112256828?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/4974991610112256828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=4974991610112256828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/4974991610112256828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/4974991610112256828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STzLHpLtU1I/AAAAAAAAADc/Y1_LHj3sFDc/s72-c/blog+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-677907784610799796</id><published>2008-12-05T14:32:00.009-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:01:42.620-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Dear Santa...Here's My List</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I swear I do this every single year before Christmas. I write down a bunch of things that I want, because let's face it, during the holidays it always seems that all the cute and hot stuff comes out and I want to buy it all, but I should really be buying for others. So anyway, I usually write them down and say no sense get them because I'll probably buy it for myself (as if anyone is going to buy them for me) because I either, A) Can't wait until Christmas because I have to have it &lt;strong&gt;NOWWW&lt;/strong&gt;. Or B) It's too expensive for others to get for me - for example, the Sony touchscreen digital camera that I showed my Mom. Her exact words "oh yeah that's too expensive, I thought you wanted the $99 Nikon Cool Pix" :( Um, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) A new phone&lt;/strong&gt;: Like the Blackberry Bold. :) But let's see, that's about $300 for the phone and then I'd be paying another $200 to cancel my contract with my current provider, so I'll give that one some thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276473674991922594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STnM2fiX7aI/AAAAAAAAADE/tNa4Bvqu0S0/s200/blkbrybold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Digital Camera: &lt;/strong&gt;Sony Cyber- shot DSC T77...oh, in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276473410628557442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STnMnGtPGoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OYpUIDq3tmA/s200/cam.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Book: &lt;/strong&gt;"He's Just Not That In To You" - Greg Behrendt.. My friends are all in to it and so excited for the movie. (Feb 2009) So I figure I'd read it and see what the hype is about. Besides, I actually secretly love these kind of books. I own "The Game Penetrating the Secret Society of Pickup Artists" - Neil Strauss and "The &lt;strong&gt;Man&lt;/strong&gt;ual" - Steve santagati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276473411360633058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STnMnJbxsOI/AAAAAAAAAC8/N0qEZOlfpHY/s200/hesjustnotthatintoyou" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) Bedroom "Stuff": &lt;/strong&gt;I'm not really picky with this kind of stuff. But I want to get pretty candles, and some artwork for my walls, spotlight lamps, (especially to shine in my closet because it's so dark I can't tell which black clothing I'm looking at.) sheets, a white/ivory 3'x5" shag rug, and so much more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boy, I thought I had more things, but I guess...I have...them..all. But you see, either expensive, or I'm going to buy soon (like the book and some room accessories). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My ultimate Christmas gift to myself if a trip in January to &lt;strong&gt;L.A., California&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Date is still TBA, but I'm soooo looking forward to going there. I'm such a dork, I want to visit all the places (maybe not all, probably 2%) that they show on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehills.mtv.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The Hills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. :D *cheesy smile*&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/5124685268119664761-677907784610799796?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/677907784610799796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=677907784610799796' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/677907784610799796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/677907784610799796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santaheres-my-list.html' title='Dear Santa...Here&apos;s My List'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STnM2fiX7aI/AAAAAAAAADE/tNa4Bvqu0S0/s72-c/blkbrybold.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-467707420999828432</id><published>2008-12-02T11:41:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T11:59:21.609-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Rainy Days</title><content type='html'>It rained on my parade today, ok not parade...but on my plans. I had a big breakfast so I thought on my lunch break at work I'd go for a jog around the neighborhood. ...Then the rain came down, HARD. So it looks like I'm staying in. I can't even go to my car because it's parked so far away and being the idiot that I am, left the umbrella &lt;u&gt;inside&lt;/u&gt; the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that I have some time now and I have so many random things running through my brain, I'll jot them down here. And I can refer back to it later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Debating...should I apply for another job? I seen two bartending positions on &lt;a href="http://www.craigslist.com/"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/a&gt; that are available. I'm always so intimidated to apply at jobs. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Debating also, to apply for another job, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;or&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; make plans to travel in January.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Third debate...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I do travel in January, where to go...I'm torn between San Francisco (the city that I absolutely 100% LOVEEEEEE!) or L.A. (somewhere that I've never experienced) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to find a program that's easy to use that can edit photos and pictures but comes out with great quality. I can't do photoshop for shit, tried it a couple years back when it was only like 6.0 or something and gave up. Any ideas? Suggestions? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What the heck do I wear ankle boots with? So I thought that they'd look good with pencil skirts, errr! Wrong. They don't, well not on me. I was reading on the internet what would be good and it suggested long leggings? Perhaps I should have re-thought making that purchase.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's been exactly 4 weeks since I've been single and I can't remember the number of times that I went out (not to mention all those nights I just didn't remember anything, period)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think Charlie Brown said it best when he said, "I work best under pressure, and if I wait until tomorrow there will be lots of pressure." I love that kid...is he still considered a kid? He must be in his what, 40s?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm &lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt; getting to try &lt;a href="http://aztecamex.com/"&gt;Azteca&lt;/a&gt; tonight for dinner. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hm...I think the rain stopped. Perhaps I should actually make the effort to put on my shoes and get out there for a run. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah, hey friends leave me comments...at least then I'll know someones out there. I'll add that "What do you think" option ...you don't have to leave a comment you can just tell me if it was lame or not. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-467707420999828432?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/467707420999828432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=467707420999828432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/467707420999828432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/467707420999828432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/rainy-days.html' title='Rainy Days'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-1977777799747329764</id><published>2008-12-01T18:28:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:44:35.552-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet related'/><title type='text'>Xanga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was so bored last night. I came home from the gym, showered and planned go to go bed, but always after the gym I feel so rejuvenated and awake. I was instant messaging Bobby on the sidekick and we were talking about blogging when he mentioned &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Xanga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So I thought "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hrm&lt;/span&gt;, I wonder if my old profile/blog still exists." Sure enough! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/chicstylin"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.xanga.com/chicstylin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I changed my main profile picture and added an entry that plugs this blog (as if anyone reads &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt;, well, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;xanga&lt;/span&gt; anyway) but I left my brief info up. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! I was so lame back in 2005, (not that I'm much cooler now) I put that my interests are "bad boys" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;c'mon&lt;/span&gt;, really. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;, anyway...so I thought it was funny because I clicked on all my subscription blogs and only one really updates still. The rest of them are filled with entries stating how long they &lt;em&gt;haven't&lt;/em&gt; been on. It's interesting. Bobby described it best when he said, "It's like opening a time capsule."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Let's see....how many "communities" have I joined since my online era began:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asianavenue.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;AsianAvenue&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.apartment107.com/"&gt;Apartment107.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Xanga&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Myspace&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;Blogger.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Wordpress&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Hrm&lt;/span&gt;...is that all? I thought there were more for some reason, and the last four are all pretty recent. Anyway, I'm just killing some time before I head out to the gym. Ta-ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-1977777799747329764?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/1977777799747329764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=1977777799747329764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/1977777799747329764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/1977777799747329764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/12/xanga.html' title='Xanga'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-6034496494995344697</id><published>2008-11-30T15:38:00.008-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T16:16:58.822-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightlife'/><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another weekend gone by...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I decided to go in to work on Friday day, and I worked at the bar on Friday night. OMG, it was really slow, but the crowds stayed long. I got out at 1 a.m. My feet were killing me and I was so tired, but I made some cash so I was happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STNA2EGYxVI/AAAAAAAAABs/8t3_rUbi_Rw/s1600-h/11302008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274630886138627410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STNA2EGYxVI/AAAAAAAAABs/8t3_rUbi_Rw/s200/11302008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Saturday we went to the Hawaii vs Washington State game. Go HAWAII! We won 24 to 10 (I believe). After the game, I came home and called the girls and made plans for a night out. We planned on going to the new lounge Bonsai, but after waiting around we decided to hit up Oceans 808. I don't know why, but I just love that place. Good times all the time. Here's one in the picture with Kanani, me, Shawna and Kels. (missing Kristina)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STNDE5JZ11I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F4UtTubuvw0/s1600-h/11302008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274633339919783762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STNDE5JZ11I/AAAAAAAAAB0/F4UtTubuvw0/s200/11302008+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sunday (today) I felt like doing my "Black Friday" shopping. It's Mom &amp;amp; Daughter Sunday so I picked my Mom up and we headed to Pearlridge. I wanted to shop at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charlotterusse.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Charlotte Russe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and check out their boot selection. There was BOGO so I bought a grey pair of ankle "booties" and a pair of black knee highs with heels. I have a black pair of boots, but they're flats and I wanted one with some height since I'm so short. I picked up two sets of sheets at Ross. I got a good deal, both were about $20 and one was SATIN! I've never had satin sheets before. Oh I got one item that wasn't for me, actually two. I found a sushi/Asian style dish set for my Dad and his girlfriend for Christmas, that and a little wine shelf tree ornament. I also found some cheap wrapping paper, so I got a couple of rolls. All in all, not a bad shopping trip. After shopping we had lunch at Chun Wah Kam for some dim sum. So yummy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yeah! I also got my shoes from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fredericks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fredericks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in the mail on Friday. I wore the camel colored pair on Saturday and they're surprisingly comfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274635490951418562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STNFCGXT0sI/AAAAAAAAAB8/1vJR16AuVzQ/s200/11302008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274635494548982034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STNFCTxCSRI/AAAAAAAAACE/XkuDEOiN0II/s200/11302008+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lot's of spending this weekend. Payday is this Friday, it feels a long ways away. Back to the daily grind tomorrow, work and then school. I can't wait until the semester is over with...couple more weeks! I'm tired from shopping, I'm going to take a nap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-6034496494995344697?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/6034496494995344697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=6034496494995344697' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/6034496494995344697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/6034496494995344697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/STNA2EGYxVI/AAAAAAAAABs/8t3_rUbi_Rw/s72-c/11302008+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-5301464525885789899</id><published>2008-11-28T11:09:00.002-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T11:15:33.911-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakups'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advice'/><title type='text'>Breakup Manual</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The guide to handling, what to expect, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Instead of sulking around wanting to kill yourself read ten points to help you cope (before you start thinking about going lesbian and forming a boycott against all men.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) You’re going to hear this from 99.9% of your friends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Time will heal.” (Or the other 100 variations of that line.) Just get used to it and believe them. It sucks, but they’re right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Stop thinking that it’s you…unless it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And if it is, then good for you, but if not, stop trying to kick yourself in the butt (which is really hard to do) because you didn’t do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Keep busy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up a new hobby, work out (the endorphins will help you feel better, trust me), apply for another job (one that keeps you busy – I don’t recommend a desk job), adopt a puppy. Keeping busy is the ultimate way to get your mind off things until time (see #1) passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Out of sight, out of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Delete his cell phone number (or change the contact name to “loser face”, “ass wipe” or any negative connotation of those listed), delete all his old mushy text messages from when you first started dating..infact, delete them ALL. &lt;u&gt;STOP&lt;/u&gt; visiting his myspace/facebook profile 3,259,032 times a day, better yet, stop visiting it period. (It’s helpful to stop logging in altogether.) And steer clear of this path in the social world, if you think you might know where he’s hanging out, go somewhere clear across town from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Get that liver ready!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might not be for everyone, but I know when I’m down in the dumps I pick up a bottle of hard liquor and drink that thing until I can fall asleep at night. Ok maybe you don’t need to be a complete alcoholic, but it helps. So about five shots of Grey Goose, two Steinlager Pures, a cape cod, two mango rum and diets, and about a gallon of water so you don’t hang over, later, you’ll be thinking  “_________(enter ex’s name here) who?” (Well hopefully it’s that and NOT drunk dialing, texting, voicemail leaving, etc. trust me the next morning you’ll feel awfully stupid because you won’t remember what you were telling him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Watch dramas and soaps&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been a fan of The Hills for about a year now; I never cared for it before, maybe because I never did give it a chance. I can honestly say I’ve gotten some good advice from that show, advice for not only relationships, but with friendships also. Sometimes it’ll open your eyes because it’s so real (well, hehe, sorta real) and you see how other people go through the same thing and how they deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) EAT! EAT! EAT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During depression some people don’t feel the need to eat. They just can’t. My advice: EAT! Sure, you’ll look great after losing 10 lbs in two days, but once you start feeling better, binge binge binge! Chances are you’ll gain back those 10 lbs and then some and when you do “accidentally” run in to him (on purpose) you’ll look like hell and want to be an anorexic again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8) Retail Therapy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Just shop til you drop. By that slutty dress he wouldn’t let you wear, those boots with the heels, make up, accessories, try a new style or jeans cut. Whatever it takes to boost yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Music helps…unless it’s songs that remind you of him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you listen to certain songs, doesn’t it just take you back to that certain time? I can hear songs on the radio that will remind me of high school days, or summer after high school driving in the car to the club. When you listen to music that just reminds you of the times when you were together, of course you’re going to feel sad. Listen to music that you listened to before you were together. That’s why I found it helpful to label my iTunes playlists with month and year. No really, try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Self-Motivation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you’re single, or as most people like to say (sing it like the rapper) “I&lt;em&gt;-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T do you know what that means&lt;/em&gt;” use this time to really focus on yourself. This is the time to better yourself, &lt;strong&gt;TAKE CHARGE&lt;/strong&gt; of your life and do things you would never do, broaden your horizons, go the extra mile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakups are hard, that’s why no one really likes to do it, but that’s just life. Stay strong fellow-female! You’ll pull through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-5301464525885789899?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/5301464525885789899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=5301464525885789899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/5301464525885789899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/5301464525885789899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/breakup-manual.html' title='Breakup Manual'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-703525597278233336</id><published>2008-11-28T08:59:00.004-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T09:08:49.733-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graphics'/><title type='text'>My Graphics Suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is just a quickie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I changed my header and &lt;strong&gt;yes I know&lt;/strong&gt;...it sucks. I couldn't sleep last night after coming home from Thanksgiving Dinner at my Mom's (which is weird because I thought the enzymes in turkey is supposed to make you sleepy) so I hopped on the computer and started doodling away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I wish I did the whole &lt;strong&gt;Black Friday&lt;/strong&gt; thing. Maybe next year...it just sounds so exciting, but I never have enough money on that shopping day. I mean, I've shopped on Black Friday, just never did the whole &lt;em&gt;sleep outside on the sidewalk and wait five hours just so that I'm the first in line to get in and grab three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ninetendo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Wii's&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; ..but like I said, maybe next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well back to work...I have a thought for another entry but I haven't got the time right now. Be back later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-703525597278233336?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/703525597278233336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=703525597278233336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/703525597278233336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/703525597278233336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-graphics-suck.html' title='My Graphics Suck'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-8569923683400246167</id><published>2008-11-26T09:27:00.003-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:37:26.622-10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Ah the Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The holidays are near. This is how I know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I came home from school/work last night and seen that Dad picked up the Christmas tree already (before Thanksgiving, isn't that a wee bit early? I thought the norm was the weekend &lt;em&gt;after&lt;/em&gt; Thanksgiving...but anywho).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ate my first piece (ok ok &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;three&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pieces!!) of holiday candy - hersheys and two reeses cups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The directors here at work are already warning us how the holidays are here and how things will start "slowing down". LOL. I don't know if they meant business (client interaction) or us the employees. HAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dell already emailed me saying that &lt;strong&gt;BLACK FRIDAY&lt;/strong&gt; begins today with sales on laptop computers. Oh gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND MY NUMBER ONE REASON HOW I KNOW THE HOLIDAYS/CHRISTMAS IS NEARING:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Because I'm finding everything that I want to buy...FOR &lt;u&gt;MYSELF&lt;/u&gt;! It never fails...always during Christmas season, when I should be shopping for others, I find everything that I want. I can go the whole summer not in the mood to shop, but the second November rolls around, I'm in a spending &lt;strong&gt;CRAZE&lt;/strong&gt;! ...someone help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/5124685268119664761-8569923683400246167?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/8569923683400246167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=8569923683400246167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/8569923683400246167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/8569923683400246167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-holidays.html' title='Ah the Holidays'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5124685268119664761.post-869663014740723037</id><published>2008-11-24T11:40:00.005-10:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T16:04:17.685-10:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hello world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is my personal blog and we're officially in business. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The header looks lame, but I'm working on this at work and I have no photos or graphics. I'll work on something fancy at home...although my lack of creativity might hold me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5124685268119664761-869663014740723037?l=in-jen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/feeds/869663014740723037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5124685268119664761&amp;postID=869663014740723037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/869663014740723037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5124685268119664761/posts/default/869663014740723037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://in-jen.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>injen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14579521827566553353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qpOXwpYxdH4/SUjAsIKh8kI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ca12ldJVFrY/S220/11082008+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
