<?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-6650959380737287962</id><updated>2011-12-23T11:54:55.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life Loud</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-8016705161959097311</id><published>2010-09-14T14:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T12:19:37.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo Post</title><content type='html'>LIfe has seriously taken the turn for the better. I don't know where to even begin aside from saying that it's an awesome feeling when you can't fall asleep because your reality is just that awesome. And all of a sudden, I don't feel like writing anymore. ;D iSuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.AllstarWeekendStreetTeam.com"&gt;www.AllstarWeekendStreetTeam.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.twitter.com/ASWOfficialST"&gt;www.twitter.com/ASWOfficialST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="www.myspace.com/ASWOfficialST"&gt;www.myspace.com/ASWOfficialST&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-8016705161959097311?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8016705161959097311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/09/emo-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8016705161959097311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8016705161959097311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/09/emo-post.html' title='Emo Post'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-706202443553737680</id><published>2010-05-14T02:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T03:03:26.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anxious.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've ever been this anxious since the day that I made __________ and _____ into ____ _ _____ to see ___ _____ _______. [Insert Kingsley headbop here.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are currently 12 days and counting until I go to Indiana to see my dad, stepmom and little brother. I haven't seen them since Christmas and their absence is seriously beginning to eat away at me. I miss them so freaking much, that I know for a fact that I'm going to  cry when I get there. Hell, when I talk about me crying when I get there, I almost start to cry; if that made any sense at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not only am I driving out there for Memorial Day weekend, I'm also going to be out there from the beginning of July, all the way until August 24. I'm so freakin' souped, I don't think you understand. AHHHHHHHHHHHH. -end-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, that's not the end. We're going on a "family vacation". Hello, Tennessee for an entire week. HOLLER! I forget all the deets 'n shit, but it's going to be killer; especially when my little brother is going to be three, it's gonna be a blast. B-L-A-S-T!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... Yes, I just did that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urm...That's all.&lt;br /&gt;I love J-UNIT.&lt;br /&gt;Over 'n out.&lt;br /&gt;[[[NOBLE]]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: This summer is going to rock for even more reasons that I listed above. &lt;br /&gt;G&amp;G. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-706202443553737680?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/706202443553737680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/05/anxious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/706202443553737680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/706202443553737680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/05/anxious.html' title='Anxious.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-1969458155565727736</id><published>2010-03-18T11:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:54:01.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psychic.</title><content type='html'>IDK BUT IT'S 'EFFING WEIRD. Call it a coincidence, but call it an ongoing coincidence. You know when people say, "Oh, I was just talking about you the other day!" after they randomly see an old friend or something? It's kinda like, "How weird.." right? Ok, maybe not &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; weird, but try having it happen 6 times within a 3 day period. It's WEIRD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was talking to Nicole about an old friend of mine. He'll remain nameless (for the sake of this being the internet). And I was telling her how much I missed him, and how I hadn't seen him in forever. So I wrote on his Facebook wall saying something like, "I haven't seen you in 7 years! We've gotta get together."... The next day at work, I took a 15 minute break...and guess who I saw walking past me? HIM. We talked for a moment, then I went back to work. But at that point, I thought it was &lt;i&gt;funny&lt;/i&gt; that I saw him, right after talking about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After work, I went to the gym. Earlier, I had been talking to my boss about this girl I used to work with at Rita's 2 summers ago. I'm not even sure how the conversation came up, but we were talking about her for a good chunk of time. WELL, as I was leaving the gym...she was walking in. I hadn't seen her since...MONTHS before. So for me to run into her only HOURS after talking about her? Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last night I was in a random, rest mode. My mind wandered to everything, including my bff from elementary/middle school. I wondered what she was doing, where she was going to school. I remembered that I couldn't find her on Facebook and wondered if she had changed her last name... TELL ME WHY, today while I was leaving class I SAW HER. I didn't even know we were going to the same school! And I walked right flippin' past her. Weird. As. Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a couple other things though, but only minor. Other than the fact that I can't really remember them right now, I don't really feel like typing anymore. LOL. ~Epic Fail~. But yeah...this crap is beginning to freak me out. I mean, how can I think or talk about someone, and then see them RIGHT AFTER. THREE TIMES. It's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as of now... I'm thinking of Joe Jonas, so he can pop up somewhere. Cause I want him to, cause it'd be amazing. Liv, Nicole and I are going down to Ocean City, MD tomorrow. So Joe, if you're reading this, WE'LL SEE YOU THERE!! :P Bahaha. &lt;3 But yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I cut my finger on a can of SpaghettiO's and got 4 stitches. Worst pain of my life. It's so ugly. &lt;a href="http://i40.tinypic.com/2mcg02r.jpg"&gt;Look.&lt;/a&gt; But yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Liv and I gave up Twitter. :P IDK when we'll be back. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPPS: BYE! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-1969458155565727736?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1969458155565727736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/03/psychic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/1969458155565727736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/1969458155565727736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/03/psychic.html' title='Psychic.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-8664800705796032288</id><published>2010-03-10T00:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T01:04:49.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BELIEBER</title><content type='html'>"&lt;i&gt;0_0 Philly anyone? Lmfaooo @justinbieber Great day! On my way to Philly! 6pm at 111 Presidential. Bala Cynwyd, PA to see my buddy Romeo&lt;/i&gt;" [Liv] 11:22am - Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Let's go to Philly and see Bieber. K? K.&lt;/i&gt;" [Me] 12:55pm - Text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Lmafoooo really wanna go?&lt;/i&gt;" [Liv] 1:11pm - Text&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to finish my response before Liv called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;philly to see bieber?? what??!!!&lt;/i&gt;" [Liv] 1:11pm - Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a moment or so we decided to take a trip to Philly to go see Justin Bieber. Such a spontaneously awesome idea, right? Right. So, I found myself driving up to Brookhaven and meeting up with Liv. We then took her car to the Q102 radio station. &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/17f01b"&gt;Channel 6 news was there.&lt;/a&gt; We peed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were about 20 girls there when we got there around 3:45ish (I think..). &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/17f0jt"&gt;Here are some fangirls... lol&lt;/a&gt;. So we ended up just standing there... waiting. For what? We didn't really know. I personally just wanted to see Usher, but it's whatever. After about a half hour of being waiting, Alex Deleon went on a Twitter spree. &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/17f17c"&gt;So I tried to get him to follow me..&lt;/a&gt; That was probably the most exciting thing that had happened at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Yeah, where's fetus.&lt;/i&gt;" *gasp* "&lt;i&gt;WAIT, that's a curse word here!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/17f22r"&gt;Until we got on TV for a second.&lt;/a&gt; Then it kinda got super awesome. A white van pulled up with Justin's crew inside. Everyone was going ape shit over them and his mom. One girl legit screamed because she touched his mother... Like, really? YEAH really. I watched it happen. So Liv and I walked away... We heard some old guy leaving the radio station. He said, "Justin Bieber is a retard." I then yelled, "&lt;i&gt;Didn't Joe Jonas tell you to use the R-Word?!&lt;/i&gt;" It was pretty much a win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;People are souped to meet his mom... Wow&lt;/i&gt;" [Liv] 4:55pm - Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becoming impatient with the growing crowd and not seeing anyone important yet, I got really goofy. "&lt;i&gt;"Who are you here to see?... Usher.&lt;/i&gt;" Too bad I was really serious... I actually got a couple glares. It was awesome. Oh yeah, then &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/17f786"&gt;Channel 10 came out of nowhere.&lt;/a&gt; That's when we started looking for Channel 3. [*joke*].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Jens sitting on the curb rapping "forever" lmfaoo&lt;/i&gt;" [Liv] 4:59pm - Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;"this is why I love Twitter cause you can go back and see how retarded you were... I mean r-worded you were"&lt;/i&gt;" Liv 5:04pm - Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point, we may or may not have peed our pants about 7 or 8 times. It was awesome. Eventually, I got so excited that &lt;a href="http://www.twitvid.com/C02AF"&gt;I wanted to call my mom and let her know that I was going to be on TV.&lt;/a&gt; She thought I was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking our boredness to the extreme, Liv moved the car to around back of the radio station, where it was simply parked behind a brick wall. She woud purposely set off her car alarm to scare the teenies on the other side. It was nothing short of epic. Hahaha. We peed again during this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Reporting live from Philly. @justinbieber has yet to be seen, but we're on the look out!! Stay tuned for details!!!&lt;/i&gt;" [Me] 5:28pm - Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;I keep scaring fetus fans with my car alarm&lt;/i&gt;" [Liv] 5:34pm - Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we're standing there, waiting for none other than Justin Bieber, there was this tiny, munchkin girl that kept either: A. Walking in between us. B. Walking behind Liv, causing her to step on her. C. Walking behind me, causing me to step on her. Or D. All of the above, PLUS getting in my video shot. AND I BELIEB [full pun intended] that the answer is D. &lt;a href="http://www.twitvid.com/3EBD1"&gt;Video of the Munchkin walking past us and Justin's pizza delivery.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;So @heeyitslivv just almost killed a fetus waiting for a fetus.&lt;/i&gt;" [Me] 5:48pm - Twitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitvid.com/8C090"&gt;Video Update.&lt;/a&gt; 5:57pm - TwitVid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN, FINALLY AT 6:03PM JUSTIN BIEBER APPEARED IN THE WINDOW. &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/17fjhn"&gt;Justin Bieber is here.&lt;/a&gt; And then fans started climbing the walls. &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/17fkm9"&gt;Click here to see dumb dumbs.&lt;/a&gt; And then at 6:10pm, Liv and I were both seen on the news. :) THANKS BECCA &amp; DANIELLE! &amp; someone else that I can't remember... lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/38CF6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/38CF6" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allowNetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here's a video.. "&lt;i&gt;IT'S NOT A JONAS!&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitvid.com/018B8"&gt;The balloon that Justin Bieber gave to me.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitvid.com/2EE2B"&gt;Fans started taking pictures of me, cause I'm Justin Bieber.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.twitvid.com/E9822"&gt;Clip talking about the spawns of devil.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he eventually came outside. [TIME UNKNOWN!] -cause I'm too lazy to find out.. BUT, we touched him and then bounced. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IP1UipL03JE"&gt;Video of Justin Bieber getting molested.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;END!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-8664800705796032288?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8664800705796032288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/03/belieber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8664800705796032288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8664800705796032288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/03/belieber.html' title='BELIEBER'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-515779326510229864</id><published>2010-02-28T21:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:20:12.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends are like books.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Friend:&lt;/b&gt; a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations. &lt;b&gt;Book:&lt;/b&gt; a written or printed work consisting of pages glued or sewn together along one side and bound in covers. &lt;b&gt;Frook:&lt;/b&gt; a person whom one knows and with whom one is sewn together and bound with different stories and chapters of all types of events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes friends read a little faster than others, some fall behind a couple of pages. At times one will have issues understanding a certain part, but at others we'll help each other out and explain. There will be conflict, climaxes and various endings; but friendship is a never ending story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be many times where a chapter is bookmarked; favorited and often reread. But there will also be others that will be wished to be forgotten, scribbled and torn out. Yet, those stories and chapters are what make friendships interesting and worth perusing and improving; just like a good book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The great chapters are what makes the book worth reading, so don't ever put the book down.&lt;br /&gt;Who would want to read a book where nothing happened, ever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-515779326510229864?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/515779326510229864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/friends-are-like-books.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/515779326510229864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/515779326510229864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/friends-are-like-books.html' title='Friends are like books.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-5139878700899857621</id><published>2010-02-21T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T01:28:39.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump Then Fall ; Chipmunk'd</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/11960"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/11960" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allowNetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when it's late, and I get bored. O_o&lt;br /&gt;Bahahahha. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-5139878700899857621?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5139878700899857621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/jump-then-fall-chipmunkd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5139878700899857621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5139878700899857621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/jump-then-fall-chipmunkd.html' title='Jump Then Fall ; Chipmunk&apos;d'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-4568908004932752086</id><published>2010-02-20T23:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T10:44:37.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planet Fitness.</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've ever been this motivated to get into shape, ever! I signed up @ Planet Fitness with my mom this past Wednesday, and I've gone to workout EVERY day since. It's seriously addictive, and I love it. I don't complain, "Ugh, I have to go work out.." It's like "YES, LET'S GO WORK OUT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is really cool. It's chill, and it's a "No Critics" gym. Everyone there is a different shape, size and color and it's really easy to fit in. There's no need to be intimidated, because everything there is for the same thing; to get into shape and/or manage their weight. It's seriously awesome, and I've never been this active EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a runner, at all. Like, I was always the one that was last coming around the track in gym. It seriously killed me! But now I find myself speed walking/running a mile during every workout. I mean... it'll take me a good 13 minutes, but I get past that 1 mile mark!! [I plan to make it further though&lt;3] But yeah, I LOVE it. NOT TO MENTION, there are about 20 flat screen TVs hanging up, and one is always on the Disney Channel... And yesterday, Danielle and I worked out while watching JONAS. YEAH, I doubt it gets any better than that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Basically, I'm giving up my only day to sleep in because I want to get up early to go to the gym.. And if you know me, I LOVE my sleep. Like, I could sleep ALL day. But no, I'm planning to be up and out by 9am tomorrow morning. CRAZY, RIGHT?! I'm addicted. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Agenda:&lt;br /&gt;9am - Gym&lt;br /&gt;10:45am - Leave. Home. Shower.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:30am - Leave for work.&lt;br /&gt;12pm - Work 'til 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Then don't even get me started on Monday.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I'll get to work out with Liv&amp;Nicole.&lt;br /&gt;We'll probably show you that one CAN pee while running the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;Guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT 2/21 - 10:42am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Definitely slept... I was SO tired. And now I'm grumpy, cause I didn't get out of bed. -_-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-4568908004932752086?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4568908004932752086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/planet-fitness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4568908004932752086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4568908004932752086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/planet-fitness.html' title='Planet Fitness.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-3127386867701956569</id><published>2010-02-20T01:56:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T02:21:23.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Patient: Part 2</title><content type='html'>A good day is one that's smooth and silky, and is anything but bumpy. A good day is when you start off with an open agenda, and then end up filling it at the last minute. It's when you take a spontaneous trip up North to see a few individuals, or splurge and go see a movie out of randomness. It's making a complete day of boredom into one that's in need of pack of diapers and box of Kleenex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day is a day with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an unexplainable feeling; the moment where every bump and nick in the road ends up smoothing out in an instant after something so simple and so subtle. It's the moment when everything comes together after being separated for so long; as if one were to take an extended vacation and just now came back home. It's an over-due heart to heart, where feelings are finally met, but yet unspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you catch my drift, cause I'm trying my best to explain how happy, relieved and just excited I am to be back together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot to break a friendship; &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt;. A friendship can be very easily bruised, but over time that bruise heals and your skin will be better than new; your friendship will be stronger than ever before. There isn't a single relationship formed in this world that doesn't have any type of fault, mishap, mistake or problem. If you're human, you're going to mess up somewhere; that's life. But we all learn from our mistakes, and hopefully for the better. In this case, the bruise has healed and we're ready to go back out there and play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start off by saying that  I had one of the most amazing nights tonight; and it didn't involve a concert, celebrities or anything of that nature. It was just a bunch of my best friends hanging together; laughing over a cheap meal and playing inside the trunk of a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/S3-M93PhDPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ohhkGfRTOoA/s1600-h/Trunk"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/S3-M93PhDPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ohhkGfRTOoA/s320/Trunk" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440221869315788018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You can try to break us &amp; make us fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;But the fire's in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;Remise on memories cause we're gone."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like this is the greater beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-3127386867701956569?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3127386867701956569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/be-patient-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3127386867701956569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3127386867701956569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/be-patient-part-2.html' title='Be Patient: Part 2'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/S3-M93PhDPI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ohhkGfRTOoA/s72-c/Trunk' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-7297160508836692043</id><published>2010-02-15T23:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:57:46.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Change.</title><content type='html'>"Never change." is a quote that's very overused, but very true. Don't change for a person, no matter who they are or who they &lt;i&gt;seem&lt;/i&gt; to be. It feels great to be accepted in life, but don't change and mingle your way into something that didn't happen naturally. If it's meant to be, it'll work out; don't force it. The grass might seem greener, but in reality it's only spray paint. And spray paint fades after a while (I know this, I sprayed a piece of toast on my wall). However, staying true to yourself is what's important. Stick to your morals and don't alter your beliefs; even if there's a sweet reward in the end. It won't ever be big enough to make up for the strength you gave up in the first place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-7297160508836692043?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7297160508836692043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7297160508836692043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7297160508836692043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-change.html' title='Don&apos;t Change.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-4838802453001322413</id><published>2010-02-15T21:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T23:52:15.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Patient.</title><content type='html'>It's takes a lot of time, mistakes, hard decisions and emotion to maintain a friendship. As humans in general, people will have their ups, downs, bumps and glides through life, no matter what it pertains to. The only question that stands, is who will still be standing with you afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's human nature to make mistakes. Mistakes are just events in life that we learn from; ones that will make us a better person in the end (depending on which path we chose afterwards). Hell, Hannah Montana makes one in every single episode and she's doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New people will come, and old ones will go. Some will stay longer than others, some you'll see later in life. People change and promises are broken (pun intended) but the world will still turn, and the seasons will still changes (unless something crazy happens and we all blow up) but that's beside the point. Throughout life you'll meet people who you'll learn from and feed off of, ones that will make you laugh, cry and occasionally pee your pants. People come and go, but you'll still be there living your life once their gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big question is... who's worth holding onto? How do you know who to fight for, and who to leave behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the person that makes you happy (and makes you pee); ditch that one who causes the tidal waves (and occasional Tsunamis). If there's someone in your life who makes you unhappy, cut them out of it. If they don't have your best interest in mind, then you shouldn't have theirs. Don't make one a priority, if they only make you an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A true friend is someone you can talk to without having to think before you speak. They're someone who you can be completely open with, without having to worry about their reaction. They look out for you as much as you look out for them; and they'd call you if they met a Jonas. They're ones you can depend on when you need an open ear or a second opinion. You'll know when they're pissed without having to officially announce it, and you'll know when to step back and just let them chill out. You'll get over obstacles (no matter how big or small) and move on to the finish line, and even begin through the next course. You'll then realize that you can stop naming things and giving examples, cause the image and idea of what I'm trying to explain is already understood and agreed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that people come into your life for a reason, and that they &lt;i&gt;stay&lt;/i&gt; there for an even bigger reason. Don't let go to the ones that matter most, and never ever take them for grated. Tomorrow is not promised, and today was just a beautiful gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything can happen; never doubt yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-4838802453001322413?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4838802453001322413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/be-patient.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4838802453001322413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4838802453001322413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/be-patient.html' title='Be Patient.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-8998155277625829718</id><published>2010-02-01T00:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:51:49.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concrete Jungle</title><content type='html'>Liv &amp; I went to Brooklyn today, and it wasn't anything short of amazing. It started off by us freaking out about the MASS of snow we received last night, only to wake up and find out that 87% of it disappeared, so I ended up driving to Jersey anyway. Then we left Jersey to go to Brooklyn. But before we got there, we stopped outside the Verrazano Bridge and took pictures in the freezing cold before driving through Coney Is [but when I say "Is" I really mean "Island"] and then found the Starbuck's we were looking for only to pass it and drive to Shanna's to pick up Josh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we went to Kings Place? [I think..] Ate cookies and churros, then stole Shanna and went to get sushi. YUM. ^_^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i50.tinypic.com/2myyo7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THENNNN, while we were driving, I saw this license plate that said "PICKLES". I freaked out. Shanna stuck my phone out the window. I freaked out more. I got my phone back. Shanna got the picture. Liv slammed the brakes. We all peed. And that's basically the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.- I'm never getting into a car when Shanna is behind the wheel, ever. &lt;3 ily. lmao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-8998155277625829718?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8998155277625829718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/concrete-jungle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8998155277625829718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8998155277625829718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/02/concrete-jungle.html' title='Concrete Jungle'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i50.tinypic.com/2myyo7c_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-4080475418706183475</id><published>2010-01-29T04:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T04:29:10.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sushi.</title><content type='html'>I want sushi so bad right now. SOOOO bad, that I'm making it's own blog entry. It's 4:30am and I'm craving sushi. sldkjfbdsakljh. I need to GTFO. BYEEE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-4080475418706183475?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4080475418706183475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/sushi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4080475418706183475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4080475418706183475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/sushi.html' title='Sushi.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-6994249269974661170</id><published>2010-01-29T00:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T00:30:45.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is the cure.</title><content type='html'>It doesn't lie, cheat, steal, hit, brag, abandon you and it certainly doesn't die. Music is the perfect escape; the perfect friend. You can love it forever, and it'll never leave you. It won't make you feel like shit and it'll always be there to pick you up when you're down. It doesn't backtalk and it won't give you lip, but it'll be there for you always and forever without question. Music is a way of life. Music is love, and love makes the world go round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-6994249269974661170?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6994249269974661170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/music-is-cure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/6994249269974661170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/6994249269974661170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/music-is-cure.html' title='Music is the cure.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-2733141368908063550</id><published>2010-01-26T00:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:32:00.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Building a teleporter.</title><content type='html'>My Macbook keeps underlining "teleporter" every time I type it. And I'm rebelling and not correcting it, because I believe it is a true word in existence. However, if I were to write something funky like "flux capacitor" it doesn't touch it. =| &lt;i&gt;But&lt;/i&gt; as I was meaning to say, I need to build myself a teleportor, or time machine, or simply invest in a jet pack because wow, I go through gas about as much as I flush a toilet ever day.. When realistically that isn't &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; often, I still use &lt;i&gt;a lot&lt;/i&gt; of gas. But not the, "Oh, I just ate 7 pounds of cheesy burritos" kind of gas. I mean, the flammable fluid that you put in the tank of your car to transport your places. (And as far as I know, &lt;i&gt;teleporters&lt;/i&gt; do not require such chemicals.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In more relevant news, I took a trip down to Ocean City, Maryland with a couple of my fellow friends. It was an entertaining &lt;i&gt;two hour&lt;/i&gt; drive down south (hence my spiel about gasoline) and it involved a lot of music, laughing, and then the type of gas that forms in a person's lower region. After stopping for a nice (&amp; rather creepy) lunch at Friendly's, we headed through killer 35mph zones and finally reached our destination. The beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4303312760_a35f8c0c2c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we're better than Charlie's Angles. We're Jonas' Angels. -It doesn't sound as neat, however, it certainly is a lot more appealing to the eye. Obviously, look &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/zsqbn"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;- See? Told you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, you can check out more picture over at my &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/shrimponbarbie/sets/72157623279579050/"&gt;Flickr&lt;/a&gt;. Cause I like it, and I bought the damn Pro account. And I'm going to take advantage of it. :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure what my point was of this entry...but I just developed the sudden urge to stop writing. I'm kinda bored already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-2733141368908063550?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2733141368908063550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/building-teleporter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2733141368908063550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2733141368908063550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/building-teleporter.html' title='Building a teleporter.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2771/4303312760_a35f8c0c2c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-8727754185245901747</id><published>2010-01-23T19:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T19:33:25.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe I forgot this...</title><content type='html'>So the Nick Jonas &amp; the Administration shows were AMAZING. New York [01.07.09], New York [01.08.09] and Philadelphia [01.09.09] were simply...WOW. His performance seriously wow'd me all three nights. It was so...crazy! Every night was different and there wasn't a moment where I was bored. He changed it up every night and it was awesome. NY Night 1: he freakin' James Bonded himself up on top of a speaker, WITH his guitar. NY Night 2: he covered Empire State of Mind and freakin' Joe&amp;Kevin came out and they played Please Be Mine. Philly: the fans freakin' bombarded him on stage uninvited and it was [semi] kinda neat [in a weird way] to watch... lmao. But yeah... On top of that, we got to meet him three times, and it was SICK. :D And I think I'm done, cause I just got tired of typing... TTFN! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-8727754185245901747?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8727754185245901747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-believe-i-forgot-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8727754185245901747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8727754185245901747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-cant-believe-i-forgot-this.html' title='I can&apos;t believe I forgot this...'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-6016825667265110654</id><published>2010-01-23T01:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:45:03.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confuzzled.</title><content type='html'>"Don't worry about them; worry about yourself."&lt;br /&gt;"The world doesn't revolve around  you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, which is it?&lt;br /&gt;Just like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't just a book by it's cover."&lt;br /&gt;"What you see is what you get."&lt;br /&gt;[* Thank Danny Noriega for that one.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously... If you try to care about someone else or help them out, you can be considered nosey and too clingy. But when you keep to yourself and only worry about what you're doing, you get called self-centered and selfish. WELL, pick one. Cause obviously this road doesn't go both ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-6016825667265110654?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6016825667265110654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/confuzzled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/6016825667265110654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/6016825667265110654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/confuzzled.html' title='Confuzzled.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-6253043093045292683</id><published>2010-01-16T23:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:30:47.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True.</title><content type='html'>I think an important part of life is staying true to who you are. A person shouldn't have to change to fit or be accepted by others. The grass might look greener on the other side, but you never know if there are like...bugs and poop in it or something. I mean, they might have an awesome sprinkler system too, but that doesn't mean it's better for you. Everyone knows that the kiddie pool is where it's at... Or maybe you're allergic to water... Then you're just shit out of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what I'm getting at.&lt;br /&gt;This is me stopping.&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-6253043093045292683?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6253043093045292683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/true.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/6253043093045292683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/6253043093045292683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/true.html' title='True.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-2198506765725331395</id><published>2010-01-16T01:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T01:19:02.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr&amp;Booboo's</title><content type='html'>Let me start off my saying that my face is kinda jacked. I was attacked by pirates after trying to touch Joe's booty... HAH, get it?! (Ok, I've told that one too many times..) But aside from telling everyone else that I was attacked by ninja's, they really don't know that there was just a cat fight on my face. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 6:30am yesterday, I was awoken by growling, hissing and a stinging feeling on my face. (Two of my cats don't get along....) Well, I didn't think it was anything bad until I got upstairs to the bathroom where my cheek and forehead was covered in blood. (But when I say "covered", I mean like.. a lot in the two spots, not like chainsaw massacre...hah. xD) There was this gash about an inch below my eye, a scratch across my cheek, a tiny scratch along my hairline and then one by my ear.. All from the damn cat. It was an accident, obviously.. I mean, I was &lt;i&gt;sleeping&lt;/i&gt; and the cats decided to go at each other across my face.. no big. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't deathly serious, so I ended up going back to sleep after using Neosporin/ice pack/etc. Then I woke up, went to the dentist, and made a doctor's appointment. Blah blah. Everything should be fine.. I didn't need stitches, but I'm on medicine to prevent infection. Gross.. Here's a picture... It's kind bad-ish, so I'm putting it under a cut (no pun) &lt;a href="http://i50.tinypic.com/15wxzfc.png"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. [It goes: RIGHT after it happened.. to cleaned up.. to after the doc butterfly-bandaged it up..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom thinks it's gonna scar badly, but the doc said it should heal nicely. However, Mom insists on getting a plastic surgeon to check it out, so I have an appointment for Monday morning. -_- Which, it can't hurt to get it looked at? It's just the fact that I have to go in at 8:45 in the morning bugs me.. Me = not a morning person, obviously. I mean, look what happens.. &lt;i&gt;Bada boom CLASH.&lt;/i&gt;.. Fail. k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO FLICKR:&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out here: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27964601@N08/sets/"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/27964601@N08/sets/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I've got EVERYTHING on there. Concerts, friends, places, license plates.... It's all good. And neat! So go check it, cause I'm going to abuse my Pro membership like no other. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me being tired.&lt;br /&gt;G'night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-2198506765725331395?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2198506765725331395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/flickr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2198506765725331395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2198506765725331395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2010/01/flickr.html' title='Flickr&amp;Booboo&apos;s'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-5475767281965750696</id><published>2009-12-25T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T23:29:53.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog from the plane to IN.</title><content type='html'>I'm typing this from the plane, with knowledge that I won't be able to post it until I get to my dad's house. This plane does not have Wifi, I am not Nick Jonas, I may not pass GO and collect $200.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch girl in front of me just reclined her seat back, massively.. Like, what the FUCK. I'm cramped now with my laptop.. Would it be messed up if I put my electric blue gum in her TSwizzle looking like hair? Cause I totally would...not do it. -_- But still. Have some consideration rather than extending your seat back all the way back to it's limit. Seriously bitch, SMD. Oh wait, that's why your bf is sitting next to you. So can do it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the person behind me can't read this.&lt;br /&gt;Awkwarddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting my laptop away now. This is ridic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I already called dibs on the window seat on the way back to DE next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-5475767281965750696?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5475767281965750696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-from-plane-to-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5475767281965750696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5475767281965750696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-from-plane-to-in.html' title='Blog from the plane to IN.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-7274339304563674582</id><published>2009-12-24T15:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:00:01.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2009...</title><content type='html'>I know this is going to sound sooo cliché, but this year was simply amazing. I think more happened in 2009 than in any three past years combined. And sadly, I'm really not exaggerating that much.. I'm supercereal. -Cue massively random and unorganized paragraph of events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I graduated this year and started college. I'd say that's an extremity in it's own.. Then after that, I turned 18. [Hallelujah!] I visited Indiana [which is the furthest West I've been so far] 'cause my dad moved out there this past spring. I met my best friends [which is probably my favorite thing out of anything in this blog] &lt;3. I went to a ridiculous amount of concerts! I visited NYC a countless number of times. I fell in love with this band called HONOR SOCIETY, met them several times, and even went to their album release party [Holler!]. I hit up a couple Jonas shows. I made fake wristbands and actually got to meet them. I created shirts online and sold over 470+ between the months of July and September. I moved out of my mom's house. I saw Jeff Dunham live, and drunk. I watched the Jonas Brothers 3D Movie on the big screen with a group of 12+ people. I met Miriam after two years!! I also scored front row Demi Lovato tickets with her two hours before showtime. I met Mitchel Musso, and he was a weiner. I made shirts for a group of Gentlemen and they LOVED them [bestdayever]. I walked for Diabetes with the best of the best in Philadelphia. I realized that money management is a good thing to have.. I got weird looks from old ladies while dancing to "Bounce" in Wal-Mart. I developed an undying love for crab rangoons. I somehow started to like sushi!!! I realized that procrastination is in my blood. I attended  Road Dogs game!! [...and they lost haha]. And I also learned that once you lose focus on your dreams, you lose focus on your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow, that was a pretty hard-ass way to end that random blurb of shishi, but it's legit. A lot was on my mind, and I know a lot wasn't typed up. However, there's only so much amazingness that could fit into one blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this year has been phenomenal. It's had a countless amount of up's, and a handful of downs; but that's life. I wouldn't trade my 2009 year in for anything.. however, I'm kinda worried that 2010 is going to top it. &gt;:D Watch out.  Thing's are just getting started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-7274339304563674582?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7274339304563674582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7274339304563674582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7274339304563674582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='2009...'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-7874374281567815349</id><published>2009-11-20T04:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T04:46:28.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends in low places.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friend&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: (noun) &lt;i&gt;a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection, typically exclusive of sexual or family relations.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Homie&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: (noun) &lt;i&gt;a homeboy or homegirl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Homegirl&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: (noun) &lt;i&gt;a member of a peer group or gang.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have pretty much lived on the internet since 7th grade, it's safe to say that I've made a load of friends. I have friends close by, I have friends far away; I have friends I see all the time, and I have friends that I haven't even met at all. It doesn't matter how long we've been friends, how far away you live, or if we've even hung out just one time; if you're my friend, you're my friend. It's a solid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;nosy&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: (adjective) &lt;i&gt;showing too much curiosity about other people's affairs.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;caring&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: (adjective) &lt;i&gt;serious attention or consideration applied to doing something correctly or to avoid damage or risk&lt;/i&gt;. -Being 'nosy' isn't really a bad thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends care about other friends, without a doubt; whether your relationship consists of talking every day, once a week, or even once a month. There's no limit on how much one can care about another. When a friend is in need of assistance, or needs a swift kick in the ass, another friend should be there with a helping hand...or foot. : ) -No matter how serious the situation, or how immature; friends help friends no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a friend is making bad decisions, it's another friend's job to step in a try to redirect and guide the one in need. Even though the friend might not see or understand the seriousness of the situation, that's no reason to give up. Sure, some tears would be shed and a few dirty words would be spoken; but in the end, friends will be friends, through the smooth and the rough. A friend wouldn't step in and try to fix things if it wasn't needed. A friend would step in because they cared. The one friend could shut out the other friend and say, "Don't worry about it. It's none of your business." UM, if you're friends, it certainly is the other friend's business. Plain &amp; simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, everybody makes mistakes (thanks, Hannah Montana), but when a friend is caught in the middle of one, don't be startled when someone is there to help you. It might seem like fun and games now, but believe me, it'll get worse. Much, much worse. Like, death. And I hear that's kinda really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not even think you need help...but that just means you need it even more. Just because it's "fun" doesn't mean it's "safe". Nor does it matter how many times or how regular it is; the leaf is going to fall from it's branch at some point and time, and soon you won't be flying high. You'll end up on the ground, being stepped on and crushed; but it'll be too late for anyone to help you. You'll already be in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So take advantage of the people that actually care about you, and take into consideration what they say. Make them tape you to the branch when you're still attached so you can't fall. Don't push them away, because you'll end up falling faster. Just make the right choices and keep an eye on the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you can find something else better to do with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be here for you, no matter what...even if you make stupid decisions. And I'll be here after you get mad about me for doing something about it. And I'll still be here when you get over it and forgive me. Sorry, but I can't sit around and watch you throw away your life. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it sounds fun and appealing now... but soon you won't be able to tell what "fun" is, and you'll become numb...like a vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. It's 4:46am.&lt;br /&gt;New Moon was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Team Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;Jenno over &amp; OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-7874374281567815349?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7874374281567815349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-in-low-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7874374281567815349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7874374281567815349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/friends-in-low-places.html' title='Friends in low places.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-5858642821452709458</id><published>2009-11-16T01:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:27:40.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BOSTON</title><content type='html'>Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Meet &amp; Greet.&lt;br /&gt;It was finally time for give the boys their shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did a "heart" picture first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SwDvBC1XZnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/L1pkULBxMFs/s1600/DSCN6885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SwDvBC1XZnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/L1pkULBxMFs/s320/DSCN6885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404582354064205426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I open up my bag.. Alex's face lights up and he goes, "YESSS!!! I've been waiting forever for these!" and I hadn't even said anything about the shirts yet. lol. Mike was like, "Wow, these are incredible." and then Andy was like, "I AM THE COMMODORE!" as he held the shirt up to his chest. They said they were the best thing's they've ever been given. The whole interaction was seriously amazing, and it was SOOO much more than I could have ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like writing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Byeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a picture would be nice, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SwDwyb7gbTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Hq8q4GzwYJ8/s1600/DSCN6886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SwDwyb7gbTI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Hq8q4GzwYJ8/s320/DSCN6886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404584302126066994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-5858642821452709458?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5858642821452709458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/boston.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5858642821452709458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5858642821452709458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/boston.html' title='BOSTON'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SwDvBC1XZnI/AAAAAAAAAGY/L1pkULBxMFs/s72-c/DSCN6885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-7924665482474694512</id><published>2009-11-14T00:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T01:00:17.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC&amp;WC</title><content type='html'>Similar, but different; in many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;New York&lt;/b&gt; was just awesome. I was with the girlies [Soundoff: Liv, Nicole, Joyce &amp; Ashlee.] and we got in line at the Filmore around 2pm. Blah blah. Went to Starbuck's, the guy flirted with Nicole, and then the dude who passed out the drinks gave me a free latte. :D:D HYPE. Blah blah. Waited in line. Blah blah. Was cold. Blah. Danced to Bounce. Blah. Met Chicken Little. Blah. Finally got let in super late; maybe a little after 7?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight up to the balcony; Jason's side. Esmee rocked the house; balled to Love Dealer. The boys came out; souped. You could tell they were excited. :D We pretty much just rocked out and chilled. Fun. :D Esmee came out during "My Own Way" and Jason sang "Use Somebody" and it was siiick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;West Chester&lt;/b&gt; was maybe a quarter of the size of NYC. Legit. I went by myself, and met up with this girl Danielle who had an extra ticket. Once again, I scored a balcony spot; except this time we were facing front. (PS: head to the balcony if you have an opportunity. It's SO much better.) The show was pretty much the same as NYC; song wise and with Esmee coming out during "My Own Way" and all.. Mike ended up handing Alex his mic before "Don't Close the Book" and did the "Oh oh oh ohhhh"s. lol. OH OH OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The best part&lt;/u&gt;: ALO handed out glow sticks before the show; and I ended up getting two. (Not complaining.. lol) and since I was on the balcony, I was all hype.. Andy kept on pointing to us, along with Alex.. and at one point, I got so hype, that I started imitating Alex and pretended I was drumming with my glowsticks? Hahaha. He ended up pointing to me and laughing for a good few minutes; I was seriously cheesin'. lol. Then I ended up buying a tote bag, meeting Esmee, and then getting the boys to sign a few things. I told them I'd see them on Sunday and that they'd finally get their shirts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souped.&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the Boston adventure begin.. :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I'm moving out of my mom's house..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-7924665482474694512?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7924665482474694512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/nyc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7924665482474694512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7924665482474694512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/nyc.html' title='NYC&amp;WC'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-3348202951199036092</id><published>2009-11-11T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:07:19.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Crashers &amp; Ball Tossers</title><content type='html'>Bahahaha. I think coming up with titles to these blogs is the coolest part. But let's start with the first dream that I had last night. Like, holy shit.. it was.. so much fun. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and T.Swizzle (aka, Taylor Swift) [Random Thought: If T.Swift and T.Lautner ever got married... they'd both be Taylor Lautner...  Awkward.] ANYWAY, me and Taylor ended up crashing this wedding. But you'll never believe whose it was... &lt;b&gt;Joe Jonas'&lt;/b&gt;. YES, I fuckign crashed Joe Jonas' wedding with flippin' Taylor Swift. lmao. We both went in with these huge like.. ball gown dresses? Hers was like, purple, and idk what color mine was? But we ended up charging the alter (before the girl and Joe came out) [the girl was just some random, normal girl. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she resembled Nicole Anderson...but I know better, so I won't.. :P] WELL, Taylor and I were up there, and she had this bright idea to pretend that she was the bride? So I remember lifting up my dress and yanking out the white crinoline from underneath (that makes the dress poof), and then watching Taylor wrap it around her own dress. LOL. -Cause wedding dresses are white; obvs. And then she made a vail from it? Yeah, idk. Then Joe popped out of nowhere and was pissed as hell... and then HIS girl showed up in this denim mini skirt and a tank top? Then she got naked. (IDKIDKIDK; but she did. IDK) lmao. And then I told Joe to get over it, and then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK, dream two: lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working (surprise, surprise) at Justice (where I work forreal). I was working the register, alone, and I was missing the Honor Society show. I was super pissed. But before I knew it, the guys came walking in with these large, spiky, light up squishy balls that we sell? Here, picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i36.tinypic.com/25z4j8z.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They each had like, two in their hands, and I'm like...wtf? Then Alex decides to kick one at me before coming up and giving me a hug? And I'm like, "Wow. WTF are you guys doing here?" and meanwhile, Bruno and Jay decide to go play in the dressing rooms, throwing the balls over the tops at each other. I remember saying, "Oh, I made these shirts for you guys! Remind me to give them to you later." and I remember looking at Alex and thinking that his wasn't going to fit? And then next thing I know, all four of them locked themselves in one dressing room...and I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAhaha. And that's basically it.&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;It should be a known fact already that my dreams are WACK. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks. :D lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-3348202951199036092?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3348202951199036092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-crashers-ball-tossers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3348202951199036092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3348202951199036092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/wedding-crashers-ball-tossers.html' title='Wedding Crashers &amp; Ball Tossers'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i36.tinypic.com/25z4j8z_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-4198359264565332484</id><published>2009-11-06T22:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T23:32:28.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I might have a lot ass, -</title><content type='html'>- but you obviously lack a lot of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would've said that to the guy, but I didn't come up with that punchline until about 10 minutes after it was needed. But seriously, I was so baffled at how this complete stranger could make such a ridiculous comment; with me still in earshot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on my way into work; I work at Justice in the mall. I was walking towards the doors to enter the mall; and you know how if someone is a little ways behind you, you don't hold the door open because they're kinda far behind? Well, there was this guy that went in ahead of me with his two buddies. I mean, they were pretty far ahead so the one guy looked back at me and didn't hold the door. Ok, that was fine; I wouldn't have either. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a fast walker; it's known. I eventually caught up a little bit and walked into the mall behind them. One of this buddies then says to the other, "Haha, he didn't hold the door open for her because he saw how big she was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was seriously like, are you fucking kidding me? Did he seriously just say that? I honestly couldn't believe it. I mean, who the fuck says that with the person right behind them? I seriously regret not speaking up and being like, "Excuse me!" but I was in such shock.. Not to mention, they looked to be in their mid-twenties... but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I know I'm a thick girl; I've always been, ever since I was little. It was kinda tough through middle school, and even through high school. But over the past few years, I've learned to love my body. It's just me. I mean, I know there are people who are bigger, and there are people smaller... but I like how I am. Of course if I had the option I'd kill to have a Miley Cyrus body, but then I wouldn't be me. I like myself, aside from the fact that it'd be awesome to wear short shorts and a bikini in the summer. But that's cool, I'm kinda over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not like I eat junk, because I don't. I eat normally, with an occasional trip to Starbuck's or something; but that's not being unhealthy. You know? It's not like I'm in the drive-through every day with an XXL soda or something.. I'm just normal. And I like it. But still, hearing someone actually say THAT in front of me stung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you don't like my weight? It's all good. I don't even know you; you don't HAVE to like me. However, it'd be nice to just be respected. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah. I don't feel like writing about this anymore. lol.&lt;br /&gt;I just got a phone call anyway.. One of my fave. peoples. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;-JENNO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-4198359264565332484?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4198359264565332484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-might-have-lot-ass.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4198359264565332484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4198359264565332484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-might-have-lot-ass.html' title='I might have a lot ass, -'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-3479045019771515113</id><published>2009-11-05T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T14:07:38.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunions, Mini Babies &amp; Farts.</title><content type='html'>Judging by the title, I'm sure you'll easily be able to tell that my dream last night was wack as hell, however, it was probably my favorite Jonas dream ever (aside from this one where Joe basically ran up to me in the airport [with his OLDold Joehawk] and started making out) but that's irrelevant to this dream........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how to explain the setting, really. You know Rob Dyrdek's Fantasy Factory? You know how it's all open and full of random shit? Well, this is what this "place" was.. except it was like, an entire floor of this hotel.. (Weird, I know.. but a lot of this isn't going to make sense). So.. I'm in this huge place.  My dad &amp; fam from Indiana are all here, and it's some type of reunion/celebration? (I thought it could've possibly been K&amp;D's wedding, but, D was nowhere to be seen in my dream, so IDK). Apparently I was really good friends with the boys? I gave Nick a hug; that was like.. this long, friendly hug. He was like, "I've missed you!" and I was like AWWW YOU TOO BOO BOO. And then I gave Kevin a hug, and he was like... SOOOOO much taller than me, and he goes, "It's great to see you again finally. Joe hasn't shut up." And I'm like ?!?!???!?!?!?. And then don't you know, Joe's next. And he gives me this huge, amazing hug and held me for a second, and I was basically cheesing like a madman. (Apparently we were super close buddies or something?) Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little brother, Connor, is two years+ old in real life... but in my dream, he was like.. two years old, except he was the size of a plump little baby doll. It reminded me of the baby from South Park; the little Canadian one? I remember sitting on this like... big cushion/bed type thing and going OMG, WHY ARE YOU SO TINY?! And then I set him on the floor next to me as if he were a dog or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all of a sudden, Joe charges the cushion/bed and basically dives into my lap. His lower half was practically in my lap as he face-planted into the cushion. I remember slapping his leg, trying to get him off of me, but he wouldn't budge. He just kept laughinggg and laughinggg, so I just like... rested my hand on his calf? IDFK. But I remember recognizing that he was wearing these UGLY ass brown corduroy pants? And then... he fucking FARTED. And started laughing even harder. By this point I was laughing as well before pushing him off of me. Then he grabbed my PJ's and ran to the elevator? I then went to chase him, and then I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. lmao.&lt;br /&gt;That was probably my favorite dream ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I remembered enough to type it up. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-3479045019771515113?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3479045019771515113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/reunions-mini-babies-farts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3479045019771515113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3479045019771515113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/reunions-mini-babies-farts.html' title='Reunions, Mini Babies &amp; Farts.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-7110999313917962758</id><published>2009-11-03T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:52:42.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump...then fall... and bust a knee, maybe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;One&lt;/b&gt;: I feel a lot better than I did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two&lt;/b&gt;: I feel like my mind is a lot clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three&lt;/b&gt;: No I am &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; hungover; thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four&lt;/b&gt;: My original 11:30-3:30 shift extended to 8pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five&lt;/b&gt;: I'm so freaking tired, idk why I'm typing this right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six&lt;/b&gt;: I've got a killer show to share with Marge ASAP; but not tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven&lt;/b&gt;: I get to give Honor Society their shirts next Thursday!!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eight&lt;/b&gt;: Class tomorrow @ 11-12:15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nine&lt;/b&gt;: Class tomorrow @ 2:45-4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ten&lt;/b&gt;: Work tomorrow @ 4:30-8:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eleven&lt;/b&gt;: FML.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&amp;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;seeuinthedark.&lt;br /&gt;JENNO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-7110999313917962758?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7110999313917962758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/jumpthen-fall-and-bust-knee-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7110999313917962758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7110999313917962758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/jumpthen-fall-and-bust-knee-maybe.html' title='Jump...then fall... and bust a knee, maybe.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-4513855445925878332</id><published>2009-11-03T00:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:49:26.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suckage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;I can't open my mouth, cause if I do, I'll get bitched at. I can't even begin to explain myself, because I know her mind is already set. I feel as though I shouldn't post this blog, in fear that it'll be interpreted the wrong way; but I know I'm going to do it anyway. I feel like I'm in a room full of people, with no one there to confide in 100%. I have a lot on my mind that needs to be said, but I know I'll never be able to express it. I hate understanding both sides of a situation, and then not being able to pick one. I hate being trapped inside a tangled web, one that I've helped weave myself. I'm not into keeping secrets, but I've found myself living in them. I hate not being able to fully trust anyone anymore. I feel that if I address my problems and feelings that they will only escalate. I fear that this blog will be taken the wrong way, but when really, it's so much more than could ever be imagined. I hate that I'm second guessing everything I do now. I hate thinking that everything is for nothing. I hate feeling like everything is a competition. I hate that I'm feeling ridiculously emo right now; let me grab my eyeliner and razor blades. I think it's really awkward how I just mentioned that. I'm a little iffy about this entry now. It's kinda weird that the mood of this blog just transformed into a stale form of sarcasm. It's kind of amusing how my direct "I hate"'s and "I fear"'s have turned into "kinda"'s and "a little"'s. I think... I'm done.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-4513855445925878332?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4513855445925878332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/suckage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4513855445925878332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4513855445925878332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/11/suckage.html' title='Suckage.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-626129603401905034</id><published>2009-10-31T00:29:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T00:57:25.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebels, Cruise Ships &amp; Mosh Pits.</title><content type='html'>It's crazy how hearing certain songs can take your mind back to certain memories. I find it amusing to say the least, both in good and bad ways. I personally love the feeling. I enjoy shuffling through songs and reminiscing, feeling like I was back at that certain place in time just for a slight moment. It's crazy how the flashbacks vary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I hear a song off of Relient K's "Mmhmm", I go back to early December, my 8th grade year. I can remember walking down the terminal at the airport behind my two brothers singing "Welcome to Miami, we're going to Miami." (We were on our way to go on a cruise with my parents.) On the plane, I remember blasting Relient K on my CD player. (YES, CD player. I don't know how I even managed.. lol.) I played it over and over again, thinking about how my good friend at the time, TJ, let me borrow it. We mooched off of each others CD collection. I took his CD all the way to the Caribbean with me after he accidentally sat on and busted my Yellowcard's "Ocean Avenue." But this was 5 years ago. I can't believe I can still see everything in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, O-Town's self-titled album gave me nightmares. I can remember one night when I was up on my step-dad's computer. He was out at a bowling meeting and I was glued to the screen on CokeMusic.com, blasting my CD player. I got sidetracked and ended up on my email. I got this crazy/freaky chain letter with the most disturbing photo ever. While listening to O-Town, I freakedthe&lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt;out. 'Til this day, I think of that chain email when I hear one of their songs. Hahaha. Kinda lame, huh? -That had to have been a good 7+ years ago... Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in late 2006, my sophomore year in HS, all my friends starting hanging out at this place called the Grange. To briefly explain what that was, it was pretty much a little shack with a stage where "little" or "lesser-known" "localish" bands played. (Yeah, that's a lot of " "'s, but, the bands changed.. Some you knew, some you didn't. Some were local, some weren't.) But anyway... My mom never allowed me to go. Ever. I remember the first weekend I rebelled. I told my mom I was staying at a friend's house, which I did, but we also went to the Grange that night. I had such a blast that we pretty much had our plans set for the following couple of weekends. After recently discovering my love for this little band called Boys&lt;b&gt;Like&lt;/b&gt;Girls, I was counting down the days until I could rebel again. (YEAH, they were smaller back then. Back when you could run into them walking around before their set.) I learned all their songs, I knew all the words. When show time came, I rockedthe&lt;i&gt;fuck&lt;/i&gt;out right up against the stage, right up against the speakers. Every single time I hear a song of their first album, it takes me back to that tiny, hot&amp;sweaty room, the rowdy crowds and the mind-thumping music. I can easily remember the &lt;i&gt;moshing&lt;/i&gt; to the Great Escape in a crowd of college kids; and at the time I was only in 10th grade. (Which I find to be very beneficial, because those crowds prepped me for Jonas... lmfao. No lie.) But when I think back to those small shows, it makes me want to go back. The energy, the atmosphere, the carelessness of the set list and crowd. I loved it. And their songs can take me back to that moment as clear as day. It's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this point this blog might be coming off as a little boring, but I wouldn't be offended if you've stopped reading by this point. lol. If it makes you feel any better, I've got a more recent flashback to mention... July 29, 2007. Jonas Brothers ; Penn's Landing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a new fan. I knew all the boys' names, and I had already declared and called dibs on my favorite. I knew all the songs off It's About Time, but I didn't care enough to learn their "newer songs" on YouTube; the ones people recorded from recent shows. I remember when Australia came on. Every time I hear that song today, I cringe. I ended up being front row center for that show, and have Joe singing right in my face during that song. The bad part? Not knowing the lyrics to sing back at him with. It might not sound like much, but it was so freaking embarrassing. -Goodnight &amp; Goodbye takes me back as well.. I knew the words to that one, believe it or not. lmao. I remember Joe going ape shit at the end, smashing his tambourine on the ground. I'm surprised it didn't break, but that memory alone get's me pumped every time I hear that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I keep going?&lt;br /&gt;No. It's 1am. And I'm transforming into Buzz Lightyear in 7 hours. lol.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween. There will be pictures to come. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-626129603401905034?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/626129603401905034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/rebels-cruise-ships-mosh-pits.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/626129603401905034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/626129603401905034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/rebels-cruise-ships-mosh-pits.html' title='Rebels, Cruise Ships &amp; Mosh Pits.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-8082024223648583844</id><published>2009-10-30T02:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T02:54:48.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DO NUHS</title><content type='html'>I kinda really want to get this first part off my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I woke up at midnight (yes...I fell asleep around like... 5:30pm the night before) and I set my alarm for 12am so I could get up and finish my English homework. Blah blah, I get my shit done, and I decide that I'm going to reward myself with an Egg McMuffin from McDonald's; because I love them bitchez. &lt;i&gt;Anyway&lt;/i&gt;... I order in the drive-thru: "Can I have a Number 1 with an extra hashbrown and a small orange juice." (Cause I'm a fatty... STFU and GTFO.) K. So, I pay, I  get my bag, and I start to drive to my class. I pull out my "Egg McMuffin" and realize that the wrapper was different. Considering my natural roots I think, &lt;i&gt;Hm, they got new wrappers! That's...cool.&lt;/i&gt; And I continue down the road. THEN, I open op the thing fully to see they fucking messed up my order and gave me a bacon egg &amp; cheest McGriddle sandwich? WTF IS THAT?! You can't have PANCAKE with your freaking egg and cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End. Because I just lost interest in typing up that over-dramatic piece of poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else...&lt;br /&gt;My mind went blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just sent in the most amazing Disney Secret ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. YEAH, I've come to the conclusion that the boys' lives are at risk once  they leave the US (&amp;Canada.) LIKE WTF. Joe "loses" his camera in Brazil, Nick "loses" his satchel &amp; BLACKBERRY in the Dominican Republic and apparently got scratched by a fan? and then some crazies rush the stage last night in Venezuela... Yeah, it's time to come home boys. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost interest in that  too...&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;GOODNIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I got another license plate picture today. lol. I'll post it eventually...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-8082024223648583844?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8082024223648583844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-nuhs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8082024223648583844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8082024223648583844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-nuhs.html' title='DO NUHS'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-3572733008772164768</id><published>2009-10-29T05:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T05:19:18.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>License Plates</title><content type='html'>I have this thing where if I see a license plate that actually SAYS something... I take a picture. Today I saw one that said "BONJVI", but I wasn't able to get a picture b/c I was on the phone. BUMMER. But here's what I've collected so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/Suld-V6nEzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Muy3uw0AgR0/s1600-h/IMG_7014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/Suld-V6nEzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Muy3uw0AgR0/s320/IMG_7014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397948953996497714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SuldvMuwa7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/XtUO_fByD8Q/s1600-h/IMG_6011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 67px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SuldvMuwa7I/AAAAAAAAAGI/XtUO_fByD8Q/s320/IMG_6011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397948693832821682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/Suldu4eCvMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WWaLJNv88is/s1600-h/IMG_6009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 175px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/Suldu4eCvMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/WWaLJNv88is/s320/IMG_6009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397948688394009794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/Suldu7lNqFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JCWx-tux4MA/s1600-h/IMG_3068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 126px; height: 67px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/Suldu7lNqFI/AAAAAAAAAF4/JCWx-tux4MA/s320/IMG_3068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397948689229391954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/Sulduz3FfVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WahRUIG7wzg/s1600-h/IMG_3066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 87px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/Sulduz3FfVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WahRUIG7wzg/s320/IMG_3066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397948687156870482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SulduiEqYLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AVZTXSVGxyY/s1600-h/IMG_3065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SulduiEqYLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/AVZTXSVGxyY/s320/IMG_3065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397948682381975730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can guarantee that this collection will grow. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-3572733008772164768?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3572733008772164768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/license-plates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3572733008772164768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3572733008772164768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/license-plates.html' title='License Plates'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/Suld-V6nEzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Muy3uw0AgR0/s72-c/IMG_7014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-3340561317959785108</id><published>2009-10-29T04:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T04:11:52.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4:11am &amp; nothing's changed.</title><content type='html'>What a surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-3340561317959785108?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3340561317959785108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/411am-nothings-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3340561317959785108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3340561317959785108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/411am-nothings-changed.html' title='4:11am &amp; nothing&apos;s changed.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-8190704721779265730</id><published>2009-10-28T13:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:37:58.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Misunderstood.</title><content type='html'>I don't even know where to begin. I know I have a knack for writing, but for some reason I can't find the words right now. I've got a lot on my mind and a lot of feelings inside of me, but I'm not sure how to even express myself. Let's just say I'm torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is aching and my eyes are leaking. I haven't cried like this in a while, maybe since I moved out of my mom's house. But yet I feel like it's bound to happen again, soon. Deja vu, anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to live in a house with people who don't understand you. When someone doesn't see your motives or understand your passions, how can you even be around that person? I'm getting sick of being labeled, I'm getting sick of being told that everything I do is useless. I hate being told that what I'm doing now is getting me &lt;b&gt;nowhere&lt;/b&gt;. But yet, it isn't discouraging at all. It's fueling my passions. Telling me that I'm not going to get anywhere with making shirts and traveling places is just making me want to make MORE shirts and travel FARTHER. With you bringing me down it's only pushing me farther away. And it's going to be too late before you even &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost made a bet today, with my step-dad. In the heat of the argument, he told me to shake his hand and bet him that I'll be able to go places and make money doing what I'm doing now. I was going to do it, until he retracted his arm and apologized for being so forward. I wanted to take on that bet, to show him up; to show &lt;i&gt;everyone&lt;/i&gt; up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, there's so much in my mind right now. OK, so I have a freaking D in Anthropology... Ok, so do the other 30 kids in my class? YEAH that isn't really a legitimate excuse, but that doesn't really say much when you only have ONE grade in for the entire semester so far. Kicking me when I'm down and telling me that I'm going to flunk out isn't the best motivator in the world; but thanks for the effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And telling me NO before you even know what the hell I'm even asking isn't all that great either. Why don't you just shove me out the door with my bags packed already? I'll be sure to get out of your hair and off your nerves. I feel like a nuisance in this house anyway. -And YOU say that I'm never home? That's because when I am, &lt;i&gt;you're&lt;/i&gt; not. But I love how I'm at fault for that too? Mhm. I think I might be getting used to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's Dr.Phil, or MTV? Please do a segment on my life. Please help my mom understand that it's ok to be just a little bit enthusiastic when her daughter tells her something really exciting. Though it might not pertain to her personal interests, it's still ok to show that she cares.. Oh, wait... It's just weird and misleading... when someone's BOSS can be more interested and excited for someone more than their own mother. Isn't that a big enough of a wake-up call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom said NO to Boston before I even asked her. I told her there was something I wanted to talk to her about, and she instantly shot me down. She said no. Point blank. She never gave me a chance to explain, let alone even ask. After a few minutes of arguing, she then asked what it was. I didn't want to tell her. I didn't want her to flip an even bigger shit... but she told me I didn't have a choice. When I told her about Boston ("We're going up to Boston for Joyce's birthday and a concert.") she asked me what show. She sounded normal, until I said Honor Society and she bugged out. She proceeded to call me a groupie and that I'm "one of those girls". =| Immediate flatline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to talk about this anymore. My eyes are tired from crying earlier, and I have to leave for class in about 20 minutes. I doubt I'm even going to be able to concentrate on my Spanish test now. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - NYC was awesome. The Diabetes walk was a GREAT SUCCESS. And there's an epic Bounce video coming in the future. : ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-8190704721779265730?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8190704721779265730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/misunderstood.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8190704721779265730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8190704721779265730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/misunderstood.html' title='Misunderstood.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-2369061223592682204</id><published>2009-10-22T21:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:04:15.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"She's Got a Boyfriend"</title><content type='html'>- that song... I just recently discovered it and I love it. HAha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so...my lovely Twitter (@shrimponbarbie) is like... locked? IDFK. Around 10:30 this morning my Twitter kicked me out (for no reason) and would NOT let me log back in. Thinking it was like.. Liv or Nicole trying to playfully hack me.. it wasn't. I STILL don't know what happened, and every time I request a password change it says it "sends and email", but I never get it. =| I can still tweet from @shrimponbarbie from &lt;u&gt;text massages&lt;/u&gt;, but that doesn't help me when I want to get on Tweetie on my phone. FML. SO, I made a new twitter: &lt;b&gt;@thisisjenno&lt;/b&gt;. Kinda awesome, huh? :P SIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I have class at noon.. and my second class is done at 2:50. Right after, I'm picking up Bobby (my younger brother.. he's 15) and we're driving down to Virginia to have dinner with part of our family. My step mom and (other) little brother [Connor: he's 2.5 yrs old] are going to be there and I'm SO excited to see them. I haven't seen them since this past August when we visited them in Indiana. -But I've never driving to VA before.. We're going to Alexandria for dinner. My Aunt Mary got promoted from Lt Colonel to Colonel. :D idk what that means exactly, but I know it's a big deal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. Twitter can SMD. =|&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go to bed now. I'm WIPED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-2369061223592682204?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2369061223592682204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/shes-got-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2369061223592682204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2369061223592682204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/shes-got-boyfriend.html' title='&quot;She&apos;s Got a Boyfriend&quot;'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-2708066612751334756</id><published>2009-10-21T22:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T22:59:35.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S BEEN A WHILE...</title><content type='html'>[This one's for you, @jobroluvrrr_xo.) lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have absolutely no clue on where to start. I really don't have anything on my mind right now except this ridiculous daydream that only my friend Marge would understand. Haha. It involves this kickass girl, the House of Blues, Dean&amp;Sam Winchester and Alex Noyes. Are you interested? Then comment his post!! Haha. (No..really. Do it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. I hate college? (That's a fine start, eh?) But, I do. The only class I keep up with is English, and that I'm starting to let myself slide in as well. -Wait... I just realized that this topic is really boring. I doubt you're going to care about my horrible college life. xD Moving on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOUNCE. How epic is that?! I seriously don't find it any less than amazing. I can see most people saying it's extremely lame and that it was pretty stupid...but look at it!! It was well choreographed, the lyrics were catchy, and it made you want to dance.. So I've got two words for you: Mission Accomplished. -Not to mention, it was kinda nice to watch Nick grab himself 68 times (according to @DickolasJonas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK, I GOT A TOPIC NOW!!! Shirts.&lt;br /&gt;HOW ABOUT THEM SHIRTZ?! -End corniness.&lt;br /&gt;But forreal... I love designing them. I'm becoming more and more convinced that THAT'S what I want to do with my life... Kinda. Haha. I LOVE doing it, and I love seeing people's reactions. Not to mention, a lot of people wear my designs already.. I LOVE it!! I mean, I have dozens of pictures with people wearing my shit. And I think it's amazing. It's just SO cool to see that people actually like something that I made. Especially when the guys of Honor Society told me to my face that they were amazing. (But it wasn't just a typical, "Oh, they're neat." to be nice.. Mike was seriously, and I quote, "That's SICK!". and I'm like, Hah, wow dude. Sit down. You'll get yours next month. &lt;3) NO, JK. But yeah, he totally was. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK, I'm done. :)&lt;br /&gt;Can you read my excitement from this text at all?! ...Ok.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got the Diabetes walk on Sunday at the asscrackofdawn. I'm kinda excited though; I've never walked for anything before. Not to mention, I'm going to be with the homies too. :) I'm hoping to meet some new people too, as well as just walking and having a good time.  SOUPED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done now?&lt;br /&gt;How was this for a "I'M BAAAAACK!" post?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS; comments are nice? :D I might be able to reply too? IDK.. I forget how this thing works..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-2708066612751334756?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2708066612751334756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2708066612751334756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2708066612751334756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-while.html' title='IT&apos;S BEEN A WHILE...'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-5808991397358006328</id><published>2009-08-31T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:53:32.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just the beginning...</title><content type='html'>Lame title, huh? Whatev, but it's certainly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the process of moving back into my Mom's house. [Long story short, I packed up my stuff and left at the end of July. Now I'm coming back.] &lt;-Told ya, long story short. I've got my bins and bags of stuff downstairs, I'm going to work on getting them up in my closet sometime tomorrow. I need to paint my walls ASAP. xD I've been wanting to paint since FOREVER and I've never had the chance to. My colors are bright blue and lime green; Buzz Lightyear colors. :D Legit. It's Disney paint. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Another long story short...] I got my car today! &lt;i&gt;Finally&lt;/i&gt; a car to forreal call my own; a beautiful red 2002 Chevy Impala. :D iloveit. It's awesome, it runs really well, it doesn't look too bad, and it'll get me to point A to point B. And I can totally leave anything I want in the passenger's seat without getting yelled at. Haha. Sicknastayyy. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW! But when I say school, I definitely mean college. ~Scared. Bahaha. [A third 'long story short'...] I'm a University of Delaware student taking all my classes at DelTech FREE for the first two years in Wilmington, instead of Newark. However, I WILL be visiting Emily often who's down at the Newark [main] campus. She's got her own dorm. ~Jealous. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Shadell and I stopped by there today; Emily's dorm. It's small as shit. Like, I knew it was SMALL, but it's smaller than small. And it smells really funny. xD She's up on the 4th floor, without an elevator. However, her room is overlooking the basketball and volleyball courts where the [often hot] guys play. [~Jealous x 2.] RIGHT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got tired all of a sudden? And I also just had supermassive wave of nervousness splash on me. Ahhh. My first day of college is tomorrow, and it starts off with 8am English, and finishes with 9:30am Anthropology. I guess I'm nervous because I hate first days? I never really liked the "Get to know each other" "activities" where you sometimes have to tell the class "three hobbies" or some shit... Well, it's college now.. Hopefully it truly IS more grown up? Hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night now.&lt;br /&gt;Liv is IMing me. :D&lt;br /&gt;LATA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-5808991397358006328?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5808991397358006328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-beginning.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5808991397358006328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5808991397358006328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-beginning.html' title='Just the beginning...'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-5376652699180468405</id><published>2009-08-05T03:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T03:31:59.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;small&gt;-Traveled along the old Route 66 almost all day today.&lt;br /&gt;-Stopped at Country Classic Cars... looked at all the rides that I can't afford. :(&lt;br /&gt;-Finally got to St.Louis around 6:30ish. -maybe.&lt;br /&gt;-Found out my Spreadshirt.com shop was site of the month for July!!! [AHHH!]&lt;br /&gt;---The CEO of the company even congratulated me thru Twitter. :D [AHHH x 2!]&lt;br /&gt;-Tried IMO's Pizza after taking 20 minutes to find it... it was gross. xD&lt;br /&gt;-Tried Ted Drewe's Custard; it was as amazing as IMO's Pizza was nasty.. lol.&lt;br /&gt;-Checked into the Holiday Inn in Kirkwood.&lt;br /&gt;-Made/Posted 54 personalized Road Dogs jerseys.&lt;br /&gt;-Sent out 54 emails letting each individual person know their shirt was up.&lt;br /&gt;-Re-did my shop! :D www.underdog.spreadshirt.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not I'm crashing at 2:30am... No surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're hitting up the Arch tomorrow in the city, then we're going to the St.Louis museum. I'm quite stoked. :D I've loved these past couple of days.. Road tripping is so much fun. :] Costly, but, so much fun. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-5376652699180468405?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5376652699180468405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5376652699180468405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5376652699180468405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/quick-post.html' title='Quick post.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-2470012233775376680</id><published>2009-08-02T21:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:20:50.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardcore Update.</title><content type='html'>I'll just pick up with the fact that I'm in Indiana visiting my dad. :D Long story short, his job moved him all the way over here in Avon last March. It's about a 13 hour long car ride from Delaware, but it wasn't too bad. -I think I like it better out here.. Everything seems so chill compared to back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got here about... 2am last Sunday morning [July 26]. We chilled for a while, then hit up this amusement part called &lt;b&gt;King's Island&lt;/b&gt; Mon. &amp; Tues. Basically, what I got from that is this roller coaster called DIAMOND BACK. :D I had to ride it alone, but, it was nice regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SnY4LZUGXgI/AAAAAAAAACs/ydodiq6jP-E/s1600-h/IMG_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SnY4LZUGXgI/AAAAAAAAACs/ydodiq6jP-E/s320/IMG_0206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365537774483430914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... What day is it now, Sunday? JEEZE. -See? It's so chill out here that IDK what day it is.. lol. And actually... I'm brain farting on what we've done since King's Island... I know we went to the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.. It wasn't really what I call "fun", but, I took a bunch of pictures and pretended. -It was just nice to be out with my dad just.. walking around and looking at stuff. Haha. The museum was filled with cars, believe it or not. You know, with it being a speedway and shiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SnY49RD_dII/AAAAAAAAAC0/CIzBWITxrhU/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SnY49RD_dII/AAAAAAAAAC0/CIzBWITxrhU/s320/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365538631261844610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, mid-way through the museum.. I saw a white piano. xD I'm like, WTF is a piano doing in the middle of a historic hole of cars?! So... I took a picture. Cause, you know... Nick J uses a white piano. ~Lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SnY5XFBij5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/h0wqIUMlIqk/s1600-h/IMG_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SnY5XFBij5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/h0wqIUMlIqk/s320/IMG_0244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365539074706935698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday {Saturday...right?] (long story short..) we went to this kid's bday party. Blah blah. The house was GORGEOUS and the cats liked me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SnY5v0cnFEI/AAAAAAAAADE/Oghrb3dHrjs/s1600-h/IMG_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SnY5v0cnFEI/AAAAAAAAADE/Oghrb3dHrjs/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365539499753804866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; I love this whole BAM, -upload picture thing. It's pretty convenient.&lt;br /&gt;~Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Center Circle today! AKA, the huge 4-story mall in Indianapolis! -Now, it might seem a bit weird for me to get all hype over a mall.. but back in Delaware (as if it's a forigen place or something..) we have little old Christiana &amp; Concord... Basically, that equals a little tiny POS in the middle of nowhere with nothing in it. xD THIS place we went to today... was close to golden. Forever 21, Hollister, Wet Seal, For Love 21, etc etc. Now that I'm $97 poorer... I have this lovely shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SnY6d3s63oI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z3SBvmVhuEg/s1600-h/IMG_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SnY6d3s63oI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z3SBvmVhuEg/s320/IMG_0299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365540290901499522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ two solid tanks that aren't pictured.. BUT WOW, talk about self-control.. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. my dad and brother [Bobby, for those of you who don't know.] we're leaving early tomorrow morning for Chicago! ROAD TRIP!!! :D We'll spend the morning/afternoon in Chicago.. then crash at a hotel in... Bloomington? (I think?) and then Tuesday, we'll shoot on down (what used to be) Rt. 66. [Which excites me, btw,, I enjoy historical shit sometimes.] and then chill in St.Louis for the rest of that day!! BUT YOU WANNA HEAR THE BEST PART?!?!? I'm most likely going to meet Abby! (@ABology, Stufmuffin Love, homiebitch) :D And I'm stoked. We've been friends [after meeting through Underdog] for like, two years. And we're gonna meet up and I'm STOKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's it..&lt;br /&gt;I've suddenly lost my urge to blog.. HA.&lt;br /&gt;Should I, or should I NOT do this more often?&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CYA.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna write some. :]&lt;br /&gt;_JENNO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-2470012233775376680?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2470012233775376680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/hardcore-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2470012233775376680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2470012233775376680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/08/hardcore-update.html' title='Hardcore Update.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SnY4LZUGXgI/AAAAAAAAACs/ydodiq6jP-E/s72-c/IMG_0206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-2724265121099507149</id><published>2009-07-07T00:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T00:40:41.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Female cats should be the bitches.</title><content type='html'>Female cats should be the bitches.&lt;br /&gt;- at least, mine is. Her name is Cuddles, but she's the furthest from it. Let me tell you, she's like a cat who's PMSing every time I come near her. Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I made this layout thing.. and it's basically consisting of.. Joe Jonas. &lt;3 It feels kinda weird having his face all over. But maybe if it weren't so pretty I wouldn't have it up to show off. (PS, Demolition Man, suck it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The countdown is almost up. 3 more days 'til I'm legal! [Well, if you want to be logical.. it's only really 2 days since it's 12:30 in the AM.] Either way, the countdown is shrinking and I'm quite excited. -And let me tell you without really &lt;i&gt;telling&lt;/i&gt; you... Thursday, July 9, 2009 is either going to be the most awesome day ever... or possibly the worst and most dramatic ever. For various reasons that I'm not going to type. :P HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so my plan for this summer @ my Jonas concerts is basically flawless. [Again] -without saying much, I'm going to say it. "Hey Joe! It's great to meet you. Here's my number." ---Siiiiike. Haha. Actually, I don't know what I'm going to say to him, but I'm GOING to say something. It's a definite, because my plan is golden. -Bella, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realistically, I should be writing write now. -OH WAIT, I am. Let me be more specific.. I should be writing &lt;i&gt;fictional stories about Joe Jonas right now&lt;/i&gt;. -Yeah. :] I have so much in my mind right now, I don't even know what to do with myself. Yet, when I open up a new document I freeze up. WTF. I feel like...I have to be perfect now. I feel as if everything I type isn't good enough, which results into me backspacing everything. I don't know what to specifically write anymore. I don't know what people want to read anymore. I don't know how to get out of this little hole that I've seemed to have fallen in... Whatev. Hopefully I'll be able to climb out soon. -I'm 897 words into a &lt;b&gt;new story&lt;/b&gt; that I don't have a name for yet.. Then I have a measly 138 words for Curve Ball. WTF IS THAT?! Really..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how I'm blabbing about nonsense. xD&lt;br /&gt;I believe I'm done. Cya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-2724265121099507149?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2724265121099507149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/female-cats-should-be-bitches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2724265121099507149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2724265121099507149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/female-cats-should-be-bitches.html' title='Female cats should be the bitches.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-3218040319868537786</id><published>2009-07-02T21:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:33:17.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho Nick</title><content type='html'>So, I had this WEIRD dream late last night, and oddly enough, I felt the need to type out EVERYTHING I saw right after I woke up.. It's all italicized below.. lol. And before you say it.. I already know I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was weird. It started off, I was sitting in my living room in the middle of the night on my laptop. I looked over, and saw Nick Jonas standing at my front door, but it was SUPER CREEPY! Like, he looked hypnotized.. He was like, standing in between the door-door, and the screen door, just staring straight ahead.. Then.. I let him in for some reason, aside from the fact that he looked like he was going to attack me. -He ended up climbing over the couch, almost charging at me with this psychotic glare.. until.. he just collapsed next to me. -Apparently he was sleep walking/attacking? [IDFK.] Then, he woke up, apologized, and then we got on my Mac and started playing with my Photobooth.. and meanwhile, I had Abby on the phone trying to subtly tell her that Nick J was right next to me. She didn't believe me, so I sent her one of my Photobooth pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, my dream shifted to being backstage. I was in a room, laying on the floor, under a table, with my laptop. I was video chatting with Joe and some girl [who I DO NOT know who it was. =| ] and Rob Hoff. was like, sitting semi-behind me, looking amused for some reason. Then, I ended up standing cause I had to pee? -So, I ALMOST walked out without a pass, and JT ALMOST gave me his [but, it was like a photo ID pass] so then this g/f type person of his [who also had a pass] just wrote down all their numbers on a sticky note for me for me incase I got stopped? [IDFK what a sticky-note would do if I were to get caught.. but, whatev.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I exited out into the halls. [Which, semi-looked like the 2nd story of a mall with tight hallways? IDK, maybe it was more like a fancy-office building type hallway.] But I ended up seeing this boy down the hall, and he was SUPER cute. [He actually looked like this YouTube guy that I recently watched.. weird.] -I could somehow tell he was an arrogantly-famous boy, with the two girls with him. So, I kind of smirked at him as I passed, then found a bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember ever USING the bathroom, but I ended up making my way back to the gang backstage. I remember saying, "Oh. Haha, look! I wound up back here all by myself without having to call you. Nice." and I remember seeing JT glaring at me. [Meanwhile, him and Nick J are just sitting back in like.. super-low beach chairs? Like, the ones you use in the sand..] And JT's like, "Mhm.. Bathroom. Nice cover." and I'm like, "WTF?" and he's all, "I heard you were sitting on [Insert Famous Boys' Name Here]'s bed." [Which, I don't understand in the least bit since we were in a venue?] But, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, basically rejected all the rumors and saw Nick just looking up at me... and then.. I woke up. xD TO A THUNDER STORM. -Which, through my entire life, I've ALWAYS slept through them. Until now. And I'm pissed. It was a weird ass dream and I oddly remembered a lot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. now that THAT'S documented.. I'm going to bed. I'm tired and I work from 10 to 2 tomorrow. :P I'm looking forward to everything but waking up early. xD OH, and... I WANT TO UPDATE TOMORROW NIGHT TOO! :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;-jenno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-3218040319868537786?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3218040319868537786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/psycho-nick.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3218040319868537786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3218040319868537786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/07/psycho-nick.html' title='Psycho Nick'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-6611330551640998703</id><published>2009-06-22T16:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:04:20.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained.</title><content type='html'>I don't even feel like typing all that much at the moment, so I'll be quick with it. &lt;b&gt;One&lt;/b&gt;: I'm about to seriously fall asleep. &lt;b&gt;Two&lt;/b&gt;: I need to fix my Team Niley shirt. &lt;b&gt;Three&lt;/b&gt;: I need to write some more. :P But most of all... &lt;u&gt;I need to sleep&lt;/u&gt;. IDK why I'm so tired. xD I slept in this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I need to make a new blog header. :D&lt;br /&gt;And write a post about the Today Show!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and change my picture.&lt;br /&gt;And re-do this layout. =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKBYE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-6611330551640998703?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6611330551640998703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/drained.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/6611330551640998703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/6611330551640998703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/06/drained.html' title='Drained.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-5963603915228691931</id><published>2009-03-07T22:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:57:13.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love how I only blog when things are wrong.</title><content type='html'>I seriously just want to crawl under my blanket, turn off all the lights and just sleep forever. -Hey, a girl can dream, right? Wait...that would involve the sleeping part first...Hm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I always complain, but being a 17 year old, I think it can be called for. Besides the dying frog in my throat, the disgusting wet stuff dripping from my nose and the watery crap leaking from my right eye, far more things have gone wrong. Try mixing a bipolar mother with a few beers in her system, a father who's moving to Indiana in a couple weeks, and the discussion of me turning 18 this year and going to college into the mix, and well, be prepared to pass a large sign that says, "Welcome, you're in Hell." -I promise you, I'm not overdramatizing this. If it sounds bad, it's because it is. If it doesn't sound bad, times it by 3, please. But I can guarantee that you won't ever fully understand, no matter how hard I can try to explain. Bare with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how when I start this rant posts, I never know where to begin exactly. Funny, huh?... I've all of a sudden lost interest in typing all of this nonsense. Maybe I'm the bipolar one? -Or maybe it's just that all of the discussions, arguments and crying has finally lead up to the crash at the end. -Maybe this could be where I start to sleep forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat is burning. I don't want to be here. I want to move to Indiana with my dad. I don't feel as if I'm ready for college. I'm afraid that I'm never going to get anywhere in life anyway. I want to get out from under my mother's roof so she can stop controlling me. I don't care how much she trash talks my dad, he'll always be closer to me no matter what. It annoys me how she doesn't believe me when I tell her that I'm moving out when I turn 18. She thinks I have nowhere to go, when I indeed have 3 solid options right at this very moment. I'm afraid that she's going to hate me forever, but a part of me doesn't care. I want to get away and I want to get away now. - I hate how she opens my mail. Like, jesus christ. I didn't even get to open my acceptance letter to the U of D. -Wouldn't that annoy you? (Yes, that is an unorganized paragraph of randomness, but that's just how my head is right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like such a potty mouth right now... She's my mother, and I should have respect for her. And like towards any adult, I should. But it's gone too far. -She's using words and forming sentences in a million different ways to turn everything around on everyone else and make her sound like she's God. She claims to the the victim, when really, every single person I know will look at her and be able to tell that she's her own problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a ridiculously long night.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I'll have somewhat of a voice tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-5963603915228691931?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5963603915228691931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-how-i-only-blog-when-things-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5963603915228691931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5963603915228691931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-how-i-only-blog-when-things-are.html' title='I love how I only blog when things are wrong.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-2778532207961789455</id><published>2009-02-15T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:08:20.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JB MTV Taping!!! 02.13.09</title><content type='html'>I completely forgot that I usually type out all my Jonas experiences and crap. So, here I go... : the Jonas Brothers MTV BFF Special... or, whatever you want to call it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess I'll give you the full blown story from beginning to end.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It ALL started when I was on the lovely JonasHQ.org and I read about this contest that MTV was having. Basically, 3 BFF Jonas fans had to make a 1 minute video showing WHY they were the biggest fans. -Well, after finally being able to get my friends together, we shot a video to send into the contest... I suppose I'll let you guys see it, even though it's super lame. &lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnlvdXR1YmUuY29tL3dhdGNoP3Y9b2VVLVpLOGU1N28="&gt;Click here, doofus.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I sent my video in on Tuesday, Feb. 3. I didn't receive a response from MTV until Feb. 10, which was the following Tuesday. Here's what the e-mail has said, word for word:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;"PLEASE TAKE YOUR TIME TO READ THIS ENTIRE EMAIL CAREFULLY  Thank you for your submission for the Jonas Brothers contest. We have chosen our finalists however we would like to invite you to be part of this amazing show. On Friday February 13th you are invited to be part of the audience for an MTV JONAS BROTHERS SPECIAL. YES they will be there. The show will be taping at the Rainbow Room in NYC. You must me available to stay for the entire show from 10:45am until 5pm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Check in: is at 10:45 am at the J.CREW store located at 30 Rockefeller Plaza. You will be asked to coat check all of your personal items which includes ipods, cameras, phones etc.. We are not responsible for lost or stolen items. You can only have cash and credit cards on you during the taping.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you can attend please reply back to this email with the following: full names, ages and phones numbers of you and your 2 friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Example &lt;br&gt; Erin Conner 15 516-777-4444 &lt;br&gt; Mindy Garener 16 718-222-7777  &lt;br&gt;Karen Westler 17 917-888-9999&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the subject line write Audience JB and you will receive a confirmation that you need to bring with you day of show."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So pretty much, I freaked the CRAP out; even though I didn't win; I was still going to be in the audience. Now, my only task left... get permission from my mother to go. -That wasn't an issue. I could go, as long as someone could "get me there" and "be with me". - I didn't think I was an issue. But SUPER long/dramatic/stressful story short; Britanie couldn't go, and neither could my other bud in the video, Michelle, either. SO, I was screwed out of going to the taping on Friday because I didn't have a ride there, or, anyone to go with.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway... I replied back anyway and got my confirmation e-mail:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;i&gt;"JB CONFIRMATION&lt;br&gt;You are confirmed to be part of the audience for The MTV Jonas Brothers Special on Friday February 13th. The show will be taping at the Rainbow Room in NYC. You must me available to stay for the entire show from 10:45am until 4pm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Check in: is at 10:45 am at the J.CREW store located at 30 Rockefeller Plaza. Your names will be on the guest list. You will be asked to coat check all of your personal items which includes ipods, cameras, phones etc.. We are not responsible for lost or stolen items. You can only have cash and credit cards on you during the taping.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please wear bright colors no white clothing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please print this confirmation and bring it with you day of show&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;code: bonusjonas"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Believe me; I asked all my other friends, and no one could go. I was devastated. It wasn't until 9pm THURSDAY (the night before the taping) that my Aunt Kathy surprised me at work to tell me that she's play sick to drive me up to NYC. I. Freaked. Out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;NOW, SKIPPING TO THE JUICE.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's 6:30am Friday morning, I get picked up, and we're off to NYC. My Aunt, her BFF, and myself spent a good two hours in the car before parking the car in the lot and taking a bus into the city. By now, it's about 9am and we're walking our way to Rockafeller Plaza. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meanwhile, I texting my buddy Christine (&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/youre_my_world"&gt;hey boo&lt;/a&gt;) and made plans to meet up. She was there with her BFF, but they were using her friend's pass to get inside the taping (since her friend who signed up wasn't able to go.) So we planned for them to take the place of my two friends who couldn't come. It worked out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So it's 9:30 in the AM and they're barricades set up along the sidewalk of the J.Crew place. There are about 30 people ahead of us, and that's where we stood to wait 'til 10:45 to get in. (You read the e-mail, dawgie.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Like every single Jonas event on the planet, things started late. We didn't start entering the building until 11:15...with 11 people escorted in at a time to maintain an "orderly fashion". We were the third group lead inside where we coat checked ALL of our items. (We didn't know how hardcore the no cellphone/camera thing was going to be. So we played it safe.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;From there, we were escorted into an elevator and up to the 64th floor. Down the hallway and to the left, we jumped up a couple steps and were lead into this large, spaciously beautiful hall-like room that had a color scheme of like...purple, gold, and teal. (I believe...I can't remember EXACTLY.) We entered from the right and went straight back into the corner, that was somewhat like a balcony, but only a foot or two up from the floor. The space was small, so we knew there was no way the total line of 130 people outside were going to fit. That's when they started lining up the people behind us on the floor-floor in front of the balcony. The MTV crew claimed we were all "going to be moved" once everyone was in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some time passed (keep in mine, the times from here on out aren't 100% accurate. No one had their cell phones/watches, so never knew what time it really was...unless someone from MTV said something...which was rare.) Christine ended up having to pee. (Keep in mind, we're on the balcony...with a sucky "view" of the stage and everything.) So, she goes to the bathroom with her BFF and I wait...alone... By the time they come back, they aren't able to get back up on the balcony, so I have to go down to them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I mutter "excuse me" all the way through, and finally get to them on the floor where I jump awkwardly in front of the girls who were already standing there. And this is where the drama starts. - Little Miss 4-Foot-Nothing starts going off. "No she did NOT just stand in front of us." Um. . .yeah, I totally did. BUT, I only did it because MTV claimed they were going to move us, and I wasn't going to be separated from Christine b/c I didn't know anyone else there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well... I can safely say now that MTV never moved us... hahahah. So, me and Christine are standing directly in the front of the "audience" for the "JBTV SHOW/CONTEST".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess I can take the time now to explain WTF the taping even WAS. -Pretty much, the video contest in the beginning was to get qualified for the actual TV contest. 21 videos were considered "finalists". Which then, the 21 were narrowed down to 4, then from there on, one team was kicked off 'til there were only two left.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here's how it went down.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First, the 21 groups were each assigned a tower of popcorn that was set up in the center of the room. In 4 of the 21 towers were 4 golden tickets. The groups the found a golden ticket advanced to the next round. Blah blah. SO, popcorn was everywhere as the groups dig into the containers looking for their golden tickets. Blah blah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Meanwhile, cameras are scoping out the entire room getting shots of the action with the popcorn, the crowd screaming and clapping, and ME AND CHRISTINE IN THE FRONT OF THE CROWD. &amp;lt;33 Hahah. Yeah bitch.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Keep in mind, the boys are nowhere to bee seen yet.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, eventually, the tickets are found and the popcorn gets cleaned up. (That alone most likely took forty-five minutes.) And we're still standing there, waiting for everything to continue. (This this was such a slow process...you wouldn't even believe.) So during this, keep in mind, Little Miss 4-Foot-Nothing is still bitching behind us. I felt like I was at a CONCERT with her body up against mine from the back. -It was gross. She kept trying to get in front of me...and it was ridiculous. xD&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But anyway...then, we find out that Adrienne Bailon is the host of the show. (Talk about TINY, jeeze man._She comes out, MTV tapes her "introduction: to the show, there's a "Screaming Crowd" shot, and blah blah. (We're still in the front.) Then, everything calms down, and the MTV crew starts setting up these curtains in the middle of the floor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pretty much it was a "What's behind curtain number 1, 2, 3 and 4" type thing; all about luck. After everything was set up, the four groups that had the golden tickets were each assigned a curtain. 3 of the 4 curtains had a "Jonas Brother" behind it. Well, the order started from left to right; 4, 3, 2, 1. Curtain 4 was first. . .And at this point, I wasn't in the FRONT front of the crowd, but between the shoulders of the two girls in front of me. (Everything was shifted SO many times, I lost my front-spot). And then... from out behind curtain Number 4...comes Joe Jonas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;YEAH, everyone shit their pants. AND, not to mention, this is all taking place not 6-feet in front of me. - Blah blah. The screaming dies down, the crowd shifts closer, then is pushed backward again to it's normal spot. Blah blah. Joe Jonas is still standing there, 6 feet in front of me. - After getting the necessary shots for the show, the crew gets set up for the next part as Joe still stands there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now, you've got the fans around the crowd who are shouting, "JOE! JOE! I LOVE YOU!" and "JOE! LOOKS OVER HERE!" blah blah. So, he awkwardly waves to everyone, and he turns all around so he doesn't miss a part. (Keep in mind as well, the crowd is like, semi-circled around this curtain scene.) AND THEN, Joe turns around (cause if he's facing front, his back is towards me) and he's scanning my general area where people are SCREAMING...and all I'm doing is smiling, and staring back. And then, the best thing in the world happens...Joe looks RIGHT at me, for a good 3 to 5 seconds as I stand there, smiling at him, before he's redirected by Adrienne. Aw mannn. &amp;lt;3 You don't even know. (YOU KNOW when you have someone's eye... you can feel it!!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But anywho... the rest is seriously boring. Nick comes out of curtain 3, then curtain 2 is empty and the group gets all sad, then everyone gets happy again as Kevin comes out from curtain 1. Blah blah. The shots are taken, and then the boys are escorted out. - The curtain set gets taken down, and then its focused on the 3 remaining groups.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The three groups get set up in the middle of the floor, and the boys are brought out onto the stage and get up on their little stools. Then, the groups are informed that they can ask the boys one question. AND SO, the first group (get a load of what type of fans these girls were) asks them, "SO, we hear there's a shirtless scene in the 3D movie... what can you tell us about it?" The boys let out an awkward chuckle, then someone yells, "DEMONSTRATE!" And then it ends up clearing up from there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, there's this "Finish the Lyric" event. That basically, well, the groups have to finish the lyric thats SUNG ACCAPELLA by either Joe/Nick. Joe goes first, and he's like, "-hold you tight, I feel alright." and everyone just freezes. The what assumed to be easy game seemed tricky. I MEAN C'MON, when he sings it fast, your mind is racing that you can't think of what it is!! So, after a moment of hesitation, the girl finally realizes (along with me, cause I couldn't place it at first) that it was BB Good. Then, the second girl gets the easiest thing... something from Video Girl... AND THEN, Nick sings the 3rd one, and he goes... "Hello beautiful, it's been a long time." and the girl finishes it like cake.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, it's a three-way that's broken with an estimate of how many fans attended the MSG shows. The group furthest from the real number was kicked off. The guesses were like 91,000, 80,00 and like 75,000... and the legit number was something like, 43,000. So one group went bye bye.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then, it ended up being a dance off.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Group 1 made up a dance to Burning up, while Group 2 danced to SOS. MY VOTE WAS FOR GROUP 1, because they were amazing, and all Group 2 did was tried to serenade the boys...and it was honestly really gross and embarrassing. Like, I seriously couldn't watch, so I turned away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And, then...one of the groups won a VIP trip to LA for the 3D Movie Premiere.. and then the boys bounced.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BUTBUTBUT, somewhere in between all that, they handing out these cool things with the boys faces on them. But you have to have a white wristband to get it...and I had green...so I turned mine inside out so the white part was showing...lmao.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/29mvi15.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/21juk4k.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and I originally got Kevin...but I love Joe... so I turned to the girl next to me (who I didn't know at the time) and she had Joe... so I'm like, "Hey, whos your fave?" and shes like, "Nick." and I'm like..."Oh...well...you wanna trade me for Kevin?" and shes like, "Whos your fave? Joe?" and I'm like, "Haha, yeah." and shes like. "Ok." so we trade; my Kevin for her Joe. And then shes like. "...Do you own Underdog?" and I'm like, "OMG YES!!" and shes like, "OMG I LOVE YOUR FANFICS!" and I'm like... "OMG THANK YOU!" And then she hits her friend, and her friend is like "OMG!" and basically, it was the coolest thing... Little Miss 4-Foot-Nothing stopped butt-raping me after that. lmao.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I know I'm forgetting more...but...I guess I'll just add "PS's" if I remember. Hahha. xD It was fun, but the boys weren't as interactive with the audience as I had hoped, but, it was still amazing. &amp;lt;3 My love connection with Joe was my highlight, and then being recognized for my site was close at my 2nd favorite thing. &amp;lt;333&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;AND SHIT, that's a lot. And it's probably confusing as hell, but when the MTV special airs on FEBRUARY 23 at 6pm EST on MTV, then you'll hopefully understand what I was trying to say. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;theend.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Any questions? I'll try to reply here ASAP. So, come back and check the comments for responses. :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-2778532207961789455?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2778532207961789455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/02/jb-mtv-taping-021309.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2778532207961789455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2778532207961789455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2009/02/jb-mtv-taping-021309.html' title='JB MTV Taping!!! 02.13.09'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i38.tinypic.com/29mvi15_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-2677726144358313969</id><published>2008-08-31T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:06:41.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers: 08.30.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;Wowww. I was lucky to even GO to this show.. I didn't even bother asking my mom, since I knew the answer would be NO. SO INSTEAD, I asked her to go to Britanie's "BBQ" on Saturday, and then spend the night afterwards......&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, basically, the plan totally worked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Britanie, Michelle and her mommy picked me up around 2. We stopped at the amazing WaWa before heading to the fair. We pretty much got lost a couple of times, and we ended up going through the same toll booth as JB. (Michelle found this absolutely AMAZING.) Haha. The woman at our toll booth showed us a little card that the boys has signed.. As she was holding it out, I almost snatched it from her. xD Hahaha. But anyway..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We got to the fair, walked around. -It was HUGE and Jonas fans were everywhere. (What a surprise..) Before the 'gates' opened, Brit and I were searching EVERYwhere for Demi's booth, so we could get another meet &amp;amp; greet.. We couldn't find it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eventually, we got in. We were Section 1, Row 3.. Sounds amazing, huh? PSHH. We were ALLLL the way over on the right side; we could barely see the stage!! Thank GOD that Michelle's mom brought binoculars.. Hahah. WELL, we're just sitting, chilling, watching people come in a sit. And then Britanie yells, "I FOUND IT!!" -She spotted Demi's booth through the binnoculars ALLLL the way over on the opposite side of the venue.. By this time, we had been in there for a while and panic set in. Instantly, I got out of my set, flew down the steps, and made my way through the crowd to Demi's booth to pre-order her album (AGAIN) and get another M&amp;amp;G.. Eventually, Michelle and Brit caught up and we all got our wristbands for after the show.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On our way back to our seats, I stopped and notice people standing the the walk-way behind the sound booth. Noticing that security wasn't telling anyone to move, I pulled Brit and Michelle over and stood up against the barricade directly behind the sound booth. DEAD center. -Long story short, we ended up standing there through the entire show. :D Amazing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sooo, Demi performs. She's amazing; duh. Then, Jonas eventually comes on, and then Selena is escorted to the sound booth DIRECTLY infront of me by Papa J. -It wasn't too long before Danielle joined her.. Seriously, they were 3 to 4 feet infront of me..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2pqqb8n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;^^ Selena. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;THAT was when this annoying bitch (who couldn't have been older than 11) begame screaming, "SELENA! SELENA!" -And keep in mind, this is IN my ear, WHILE Jonas is on. So, eventually, she quiets down, and then I hear her bickering between her and her friend (or sister, IDK.&amp;nbsp;I didn't ask.) And they were fighting about their spots; "Stop pushing me!" -"I'm not pushing you, you're in my spot!" blah blah blah. So the two just go on and on and on. And I end up turning around and yelling CAN YOU SHUT UP. Hahaha. And the one girl is like, "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO MEAN?!" and I'm like, "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO STUPID!?" blah blah. Eventually, the chick tries to push her way infront of me, which was basically impossible since I was against the barricade, but whatever. Her stupid words and lame attempts gave us crap to laugh about during the show.. Hah. OH OH, and, then Nick started his speech.. and the girl starts yelling for Selena again.. DURING his speech. So, I turn around and yell, "Can you shut Up? I'm trying to listen to Nick!!" and she goes, "What? Why should I? It's not like hes you boyfriend or anything! He doesn't know you. He wont bring you on stage or anything." .... and I look over at Britanie, and we basically DIE laughing. The girl was unbelievable.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/29posj9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thennn, show's over. Blah blah. It was awesome. Blah Blah. Then, we head to section 3-4 where we wait to meet Demi.. We were basically in the middle of the crowd of people who had a wristband.. so we had been sitting for quite a while before we could stand to get in line.. Well, we get in line and Kevin and Drew were taking pics and meeting people. (They're in Demi's band..) And we end up going up to them, saying HEY and what not, and I go, "You two make the band, seriously." and they're like, "Aww. No, YOU make the band!" and I'm like "....I'm not in the band? Haha. But, I can make the crowd though." then they're like, "That works." and It was funnayyyyyyy. Hah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i38.tinypic.com/2079r38.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then we're like "WHERE'S MIKE?!" and Drew's like, "We called him and told him to come out! But we don't know where he is." So then we're like, "Tell him he sucks." Blah blahahlah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, we get to Demi and like LAST time, I ended up going first. xD So, I hand the dude my camera, and I get next to Demi with the cheesiest smile, and I hold up my "Team Demi and Selena" sign, and I'm like "Thumbs up?!" and Demi's like, "Ok!" SO BAM, I got a thumbs up. Haha. She's like, "It's great meeting you again!!" and I'm like sdlfjhdslfjsh. She's SO sweet, it's really unbeliebable. -To those that hate her, you really have NO legitimate reason too.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/2jev0va.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But anywayyyyy, we get our pics, I handed my sign to Kat and she said she'd give it to Demi (it had shit written on the back..) and then we used the toilets and exited the venue. ... and then with be being all weird and pumped up, I end up like, spinning as we're walking out, and GUESS WHO I SEE?!?! Mike. lmao.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/j8jnev.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it was pretty awesome. A little small talk, blah blah. Picture. Then we were outtttttttttie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i35.tinypic.com/118dgqr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And we took that picture waiting for Demi. It was kind of an accidental pic, but I find it hilarious. Hahaha. Theend. :D&lt;/font&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/6650959380737287962-2677726144358313969?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2677726144358313969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/jonas-brothers-083008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2677726144358313969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2677726144358313969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/jonas-brothers-083008.html' title='Jonas Brothers: 08.30.08'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i35.tinypic.com/2pqqb8n_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-7929270267778291024</id><published>2008-08-28T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:05:25.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonas Brothers: 08.27.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif" size="2"&gt;Let me star by saying the concert was AMAZING!!! But, I'm going to backtrack a little to last night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had to work last night. Blah blah. I was at work, turned the radio on to 93.7 WSTW to listen to some tunes, and around 7pm I hear Ricky Thomas (the DJ) say that he's giving away Jonas Brothers tickets. SO,&amp;nbsp;I call him and ask what show they're for, blah blah, we're BSing a little, blah blah, I ask me the tickets were good, blah blah.&amp;nbsp; Then, he saks me my name and I say JENNO. -And he TOTALLY remembered me from the Two Song Throwdown wayyy back when. Blah blah blahhh. Contest time comes to call in. I get through and find out what I have to do. -I had to call my mom and piss her off. The "contest" was 'if you can get your mom to BURN UP, then you with JB tickets'. (Hence, "Burnin' Up".) SOOO, longlong story short, I end up telling my mom (BTW, this plan was ALL Ricky's idea.) that I'm gonna quit school and become a JB groupie....... WELL, my mother cussed me out and hung up. She was like, "ARE YOU ON DRUGS?!" and I end up FREAKING out because I'm like OMG MY MOM'S GONNA KILL ME. Because she hung up before we could tell her that it was a joke. SO, for the following half hour, we couldn't get a hold of her. But once we did, we straightened things out and I won the tickets. (They were lawn......)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BUT, after work, my mom and I drove up to the radio station to pick up the tickets. We got there around 10:40 and didn't leave until a little before 12. We were just chillin and chatting with Ricky in the WSTW STUDIO. (OMG. It was SOOOO cool. You don't even know._ I got pictures and crap, so I'll get them up soon. -I have one on my personal myspace myspace.com/ayojenno but Ricky still has to email me the rest. -It was amazing though. I got for introduce BURNING UP, &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; into the actual radio mic. It was SOOO cool. Ahhh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But anywayyy... About the actual CONCERT. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Got home from school, shoved a few different outfits in my bag, and ran out the door and hopped in Michelle's car. We went to WaWa, got some grub, picked up her cousins (I think?) and then headed to the venue... OMFG. It was SO packed. Like.. it was so overwhelming to see how many people were there, and decked out.. It felt extremely weird.. -even though it might sound weird that I'm saying that? -IDK. It's hard to explain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Moving on. -Me, Michelle and Britanie all had three separate tickets; and three separate places. Blah blah. I ended up sitting with Brit, and Michelle went down to her section. (we were like.. 202.) The seats weren't bad, and we had a good view, but it wasn't &lt;em&gt;close&lt;/em&gt; close. (IDK. I'm not explaining it..) WELL, we end up talking with our friend Ashley (who we've met at other Jonas shows.) and stuff, and we find out that shes two rows from the DEAD CENTER of hte catwalk. Ahhh. (She has two little sisters who are ADORABLE.) And one had a shirt on that said, "Joe, pick me!" -for when he sings GOTTA FIND YOU? -Anyway.. moving on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the beginning, the three of us pre-ordered Demi's album and got M&amp;amp;G wristbands to mee her&amp;nbsp; after the show, then we headed to our seats. -The Veronicas rocked out, then Demi of course. Then Jonas comes on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Their set was AMAZING. Like, I can't even describe it, It was seriously the concert of a lifetime. -But wanna hear the best part?? -Brit and I were in the 2n'd second, almost dead center; we were three/four seats to the left of the "sound box"... and GUESS who we friggin see standing there rocking out??... Swifty and Selenaaa!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YES&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez; 4-5 fcking feet AWAY FROM ME. (and Papa J was there too..) But WOW. It was soo cool!!. They were so cute; dancing, clapping, singing along. Awww. &amp;lt;3 I got pictures. Hahaha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i33.tinypic.com/358v3p3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anywayy.. during GOTTA FIND YOU.. Joe pulls a little girl on stage.. GUESS WHO IT WAS?!?! My friend Ashley's litt'e sister.. I SCREAMED SO LOUD. Like, I started crying for her. It was so...pathetically emotional? I mean, the girl is just SO sweet, and she was crying, and before when we were all chilling, she was like "If Joe pulls me up, I'm going to hold onto him and never let him go." AND to see her actually up there just like.. wow. It was indescribable. I was freakingggg out!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Blah. Blah. Amazing show. Blah blah. Took videos and pictures. AND THEN WE MET DEMI after everything. (KEEP IN MIND, this is a horrible picture..)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i37.tinypic.com/2m46lxu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And basically, the night was awesome. I'm uploading pics now, but I wanna share this one with you, because it came out AMAZINGLY.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2wd52ly.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;^^^ Hello Beutiful risers. OMG. I got a couple of pics like this. ILOVETHEM. (they're bigger too.. they're just resized for this blog.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;OH OH, and look at Kevin:&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i34.tinypic.com/2h37cqb.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;(HB risers again..) He was blowing a kiss. &amp;lt;33&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okok, I'm done for now. Bedtime. xD Adios.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-7929270267778291024?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7929270267778291024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/jonas-brothers-082708.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7929270267778291024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7929270267778291024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/jonas-brothers-082708.html' title='Jonas Brothers: 08.27.08'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i33.tinypic.com/358v3p3_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-4945377729984394649</id><published>2008-08-21T22:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:19:02.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I won't let myself cry.</title><content type='html'>My nose and the back of my throat is killing me. I must be starting my cycle soon because I've been freaking out over everything. Everything is just fucking up and I hate it. I just want to getaway. So bad. I know people have it worse, but I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, some bitch steals my site. No sweat. I got her deleted. Second, I lost the fucking unlock button to the car in school and my mom's gonna kill me. I don't even think I'll be able to get it back. Third, next Wednesday is the Jonas concert and I'm not going to be allowed to go. I've tried everything and its just not gonna work out. I wanna just go anyway, but then I don't wanna be stuck in captivation the rest of my senior year. Forth, my mom isnt letting me drive to school tomorrow because she's got a doctors appointment. Mondays and Fridays are when she doesnt have to work and I was looking forward to driving to school. Fifth, I ordered shirts online, paid extra for priority mail, and they're not fucking here yet. It said they were delivered yesterday, which means they were sent to the wrong house. Sixth, I hate school. I don't see any of my friends and I can't stand it. Seventh, my site is fading and I don't have any time to write anymore. I can't get away. AND, last but not least, I don't get my cell phone back until the end of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand it. -It doesnt seem like anything is THAT bad, but its all built up and I'm bawling right now. Its gotta be my hormones, because I'm not THAT pathetic, I promise.  I just... hate how things are going right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-4945377729984394649?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/4945377729984394649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wont-let-myself-cry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4945377729984394649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/4945377729984394649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-wont-let-myself-cry.html' title='I won&apos;t let myself cry.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-469329495131366849</id><published>2008-08-12T02:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T02:21:59.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You, Selena Gomez.</title><content type='html'>Today was filled with emotion, I guess. Woke up a bit scared after my mom told me I was grounded from my guitar. Then I got excited once I asked my mom if I could go out and get A Little Bit Longer at midnight; she didn't say NO, so I kept asking. Before I knew it, I had to leave for work and she told me NO. So...I got to work at 5, all pissy... Emily worked 12 - 5 so she was leaving as I got there; then I was alone with Tom. -The place was going SO slow so I texted Emily to ass if she could come visit. She did; at 6:30. -That girl ended up staying until close, which was 10:05z Hahaha. It was so fun though. I watched Tom purposely squirt mustard at her, it was hilarious. The night consisted of random arguement, debates and friendly insults. It was amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I came home. Blah blah. Blah blah. Bought the new album on iTunes, even though I'm waking up at 7am to go to Wal Mart and buy it with Emily at 8. Haha. I bought Demi's Get Back single too, even though I had it already. -I wanted to help support, so I paid for it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I ended up playing my guitar in the bathroom for like, 40 minutes, and then I got thirsty. So, I opened the fridge and pulled out the bottle of Hawiian Punch... It didn't help me any. -Then, the jar of pickles caught my eye and actually appeared to be appetizing. So, I opened the jar and snacked in pickles; even drinking a little juice too. Thanks Selena Gomez, for reminding me of my middle school obsession with pickles. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout Kevin's Team Demi and Selena shirt? I think its boss. I want one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-469329495131366849?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/469329495131366849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-you-selena-gomez.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/469329495131366849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/469329495131366849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-you-selena-gomez.html' title='Thank You, Selena Gomez.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-7762485674815150982</id><published>2008-08-02T14:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T14:14:06.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Off Private.</title><content type='html'>Eh. I don't really care anymore.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been writing like crazzzy and I love it. I got a buttload of ideas yesterday at work and I'm excited for them to play out. -Let's just say, U-Turn will most likely be everyone's new favorite. I think i'm really going to get into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH oh. The Demi concert was amazing!!! I really don't feel like explaining everythign right now, but I posted a blog on Underdog.. so.. Haha. We got there at 5:30 am, and didn't leave until like.. 6:30pm? I can't really remember. Maybe it was even 7.. -Funny thing is, when we pulled in at 5:30, we were RIGHT behind Demi's bus. -When we left, we pulled out RIGHT behind Demi's bus........ Hahahah. We're not creepers, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I thought I was going to say more in this, but I guess not. xD We're getting crabs today!! Woo. And I work tomorrow; 3 - 8. On call. With Tom &amp;amp; Emily............. Great combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;Jenno!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-7762485674815150982?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/7762485674815150982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/taking-off-private.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7762485674815150982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/7762485674815150982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/08/taking-off-private.html' title='Taking Off Private.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-853686924855808760</id><published>2008-07-29T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:03:01.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Demi Lovato: 07.27.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;So, I'll begin at the beginning... Haha. I ended up going with Britanie and Michelle Saturday night after work and crashed @ Michelle's house which is like, 20 minutes from Philly. We didn't get to sleep until after 2am, and we woke up ad 4am, and were out the door by 5. We got to Penn's Landing around 5:30 AFTER taking the wrong turn.. so we had to go alllllllllll the way around, then we when finally made the right turn, we ended up RIGHT behind Demi's buses as they entered the parking lot. So, were RIGHT behind them as they passes security. I was driving, and we rolled down the window to pay, but then he's like "You with them?" so we were like yeahhhh.. Hahaha. So, we got in.. -Sikeeee. He DID ask, but we ended up paying anyway, because we didn't know if we needed a parking ticket. Haha. But we were going to say we were with them, but we were too honest. WTFever.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;So, we get there, and there's already a group at the gate.. I'm like shittttt was because I was SO looking forward to being first, but come to find out, that group had been there since 10pm the night before.. Yeah, we had no chance. Haha. So, it was only me, Brit and Michelle, and then the first group (who were REALLY cool, btw) until 6:30am when two other girls got there. They were cool too. Apparently they knew me form the show LAST year, which was cool... b/c I didn't know them. Haha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;So, blah blah. We were told gates opened at 11, so we're like... dying waiting. Then, they actually let us in at like 8:09. So we get in.. and we get front &amp;amp; center. -YES, FREAKING front and center!! Blah blah. We wait. Blah blah. People end up showing up. Blah blah. 1pm rolls around and the show begins with Timmy Kelly.. Then, this girl named Ashley something goes on... -Let me tell you, that girl was indescribable.. Her voice was like.. slfjd xD And, she lip synced the chorus. And her moves were too dramatize. -But, she was gorgeous. She was just too diva-like to not really be anything yet.. SORRY. Everyone else around me agreed. Haha. THEN, this dude named Brock came on.. He did ONE song, and then it began to thunder/lightning/pour. -Nothing like a Penn's Landing show without the storm. It was like Deja Vu from last year. No lie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;So, the shut down the stage, cover everything up, and it POURS. It rained for a LONG time. -If we thought Jonas was bad last year, this was DOUBLE that. It was seriously scary. Haha. Kinda. After a while, you got used to seeing the bolts of lighting along the water as you stand by 0238473 poles. -It was raining so hard and storming SO bad, we seriously thought Demi was going to be cancelled.. Well, 4 something rolls around, and they start setting stuff up again. The Brock dude comes out and finishes his set. OMG, he sang to me in this one lyric, locked eyes, and pointed to me in the front row. I THEN got smacked by Britanie behind me followed by a scream in the ear; as if I hadn't seen him point to me myself. Hahah. But wow, he was CUTE. Talk about locking eyes the whole time.. But anyway..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Then it's time for Demi. Her band comes out, then she comes out, and I start crying. I FREAKING CRIED. Demi Lovato pranced out on the stage, and I leaked tears. It was SO overwhelming. -I haven't even cried for Jonas!! (Well, I've cried FOR them, like, to convince my mom to let me go to a show, but I never cried in their presnce.) Front. Row. DEAD Center. Like, BEST spot in the venue. -Yeah, I'm bragging, but OMFG, I didnt' expect to get it THAT good. Like, my pictures came out AMAZING. (I still have to upload them..) But, wow. I got SO many good shots. I was literally, maybe 4 feet away from her. I could see the mascara on her eyes. It was INSANE. Then, "Forget" came on, and I balled. I recorded it, and tried to sing, and you could hear me crying. Demi was crying. OMFG. It was so...wow. Indescribable. Like, I can't even explain it. Just... WOW. She's SO amazing.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Then, the last song... It was in one of the last verses, she POINTED AT ME. Like, I direct eye contact/stare and direct point. I freaked out. Not to mention, I got shoved from behind by Britanie again with a scream, "OMFG SHE POINTED AT YOU!!" -It wasn't only me that saw. But WOW. Today was amazing. -We didn't&amp;nbsp; meet her, but behind front and center was enough. The show was amazing. The atmosphere was... one-of-a-kind, and we made SO many friends. Haha.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Then, afterwards, we maybe got out aboue.. 5? So, we're in the parking lot, just chilling. People were huddled around the buses, blah blah. First thing, Brit runs to the bathroom, and we go to the car and end up grubbing on the food and stuff we packed. Long story short, we ended up seeing Demi leave, and I was about 2-3 feet away from her.&amp;nbsp; The best I could get was a video (b/c people were SERIOUSLY going insane) and I didn't touch/get an autograph, but I was satisfied with being so close.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Between then and 7:30, we ate, downed a few Monsters, got a pic with Mike (one of Demi's guitarists... who's friggin gorgeous, btw) and thennn we followed the band bus out of the parking lot and headed home.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;I currently running on 2 hours of sleep after spending an entire day dedicated to Demi. And, I have to work tomorrow, I found out. xD Haha. Jeeze. -So, I guess you kinda had to be there to feel the excitement, but it was awesome. I'll have pics and videos up ASAP.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;I haven't decided if I'm going to tag the photos or not. I know people like to take things, and save them, and then upload them elsewhere, then I have to chase people down, ask for credit, blah blah. SO, I think I'm only going to give pics to friends; I'm not just going to upload them all for the taking. I'll make a photobucket and put it on a password and then give it to people that I actually can trust. Because believe me, I got some sick shots. &amp;lt;3&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Here are some videos:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="344" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/nKLnKYSFM5Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nKLnKYSFM5Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Forget ; I cried once she started talking. You can hear my horrible singing, and midway through, my voice just trembles. xD Haha. She's crying as well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="344" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGYfRDQSCJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FGYfRDQSCJ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;La La Land - the end part.. I didn't take a lot of videos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="344" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbezdQOGWyU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XbezdQOGWyU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Get Back ; &lt;b&gt;At 2:42 she points her mic RIGHT at me!!&lt;/b&gt; That's the point I explained up there in the blog. ^_^ I'm SO glad someone uploaded it!! (This one obviously isn't my video.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-853686924855808760?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/853686924855808760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/demi-lovato-072708.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/853686924855808760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/853686924855808760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/demi-lovato-072708.html' title='Demi Lovato: 07.27.08'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-6123705052447011228</id><published>2008-07-25T15:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T16:07:34.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circleee.</title><content type='html'>- that's what song is on right now. :D Which, I'm about to skip.. Fly on the Walll. Sike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just added 52 people to read my blog.. Haha. I set it "private" after I realized that my dad foudn my blog. -He was questioning me about stuff, and I'm like, "...how do you know that?" Then, I clicked, so I'm like gotta change that!! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMFGGGGGGGGGGG&gt; Abby JUST texted me as I was typing this, and she told me to call her and listen... and her ringback tone is "A Little Bit Longer"; the ALBUM VERSION. Ahhh. It sounds amazing. -I'm calling again just to listen.. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to leave for work in 20 minutes. xD I close AGAIN tonight. But, I close with Mike.. he's the lazy one. So, I've got nothing to worry about. Plus, I get to bring shit home without him saying anything. Hahah. Danny wants me to bring him home a vanilla Gelati. Bittttch, where's my bday present?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, my leg/knee is A LOT better now. :D &amp;amp;&amp;amp; 2 days til DEMI!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. I was going to write something productive, but, I've got nothing. I can't really remember what I was going to say, and I keep thinking that I'm going to be late for work. Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas is about an hour away from me right now in Hershey, PA. It's depressing, since a girl from my school is there right now; the one that said she didn't like Kevin. I hope her seats suck. xD HAHAHA. SO, last night I was driving home from work, and I was going in the direction of the bridge to go to Jersey, except I take the last ramp to get off, and I saw a bus behind me.. And in the back of my mind, I'm thinking.. "OMG. What if that's them?!" (I knew they were going to be in the area today, so I was like what the heckkkkkkkk.) So, its a 50 mph zone, and I just let go of the gas to slow down, waiting for the bus to catch up to me just so I could make SURE. -Well, it was just a fcking Greyhound bus. Hahahah. But, it sure was fun to think, "Wow..what if it was really them?" but, at the same time, it was pretty stupid to slow down to 40 mph about to go over the bridge. Haha. But, there weren't any other cars behind me, and the bus was in the next lane, so I was good. WTFever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... that's it. I'm not dressed for work, and there's gonna be traffic, so I'm gonna go. PEACEEEeeEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenno!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I'm still surprised at the amount of people that wanted to be added to my blog. Sweet. :)&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-6123705052447011228?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/6123705052447011228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/full-circleee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/6123705052447011228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/6123705052447011228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/full-circleee.html' title='Full Circleee.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-2586126083743746334</id><published>2008-07-23T01:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T01:37:21.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakout.</title><content type='html'>I can't get enough of Miley's new album. I love it. And I'll be honest, I expected it to bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, 4 days til Demi. I'm excited as poop, you don't even know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm.. thats really about it. Today was lame. I got prank called at work but I found out who it was. Bitch. Haha. And.. thats really it. I'M OFF TOMORROW!!! Woo. I'm excited. Im going to write allllll day. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jennnnnno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-its thundering and lightning really bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-2586126083743746334?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2586126083743746334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/breakout.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2586126083743746334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2586126083743746334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/breakout.html' title='Breakout.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-734889874487022611</id><published>2008-07-22T14:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T14:11:11.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg.</title><content type='html'>I got called into work at 4. &lt;strong&gt;4 o'clock&lt;/strong&gt;. dkjfhldskjfhsdfs. Apparently it's really slow, and they didn't call in the "on call" person, b/c its "really slow", but they decide to call me in an hour early instead of bringing her in. Period. SO, I now work today from 4 to 10. xD I'm gonna dieee. But, I get to show Alssysia my booboo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I now live 1,466 miles (about 22 hours 36 mins) from the boys' new house in Texas. Amazingly, that distance is determined right from their development. xD Sweeeeet. Hahah. IDK how I find this shit out so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laterrr.&lt;br /&gt;JENNO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-734889874487022611?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/734889874487022611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/omfg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/734889874487022611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/734889874487022611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/omfg.html' title='omfg.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-389876268787029939</id><published>2008-07-22T10:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:45:07.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can barely walk.</title><content type='html'>But I have other things to discuss before that. xD SO, here are the zebra pants Emily and I saw in Hot Topic; look familiar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SIX0Vl7iSXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CeBf8IjojSQ/s1600-h/ZP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225851594429581682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SIX0Vl7iSXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CeBf8IjojSQ/s320/ZP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went to work at 5 and Tom and Shanae were there. (Shanae is so fun to be around.. I already knew that..) But Tom.. wow. He must've read my blog yesterday about him being boring, because he had me laughing almost the whole time when Shanae was there, which was before 8. Like, I'd be at the register counting back someone's change, and he'd be saying shit in the back, and I'd be biting my lip, trying &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;heard not to laugh when the customer was at the window. Hahah. He's SO funny; but, he might have just opened up a bit since he had the entire week off last week. -Whatev. He was funny. -And he's kind cute. But, he's a college kid, so I'm not even going to bother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But anyway, so, it's going on 8:30, and we had this HUGE rush, and we were running out of custard; the lights on the machine were blinking. So, since there were A LOT of people in line, and it's only me &amp;amp; Tom, I rush into the back to get custard out of the fridge... Well, I didn't know he had mopped, and I slipped turning the corner and hit. Hard. xD Like, AH. xldhjkflsdkjhf. I quickly got up, hoping Tom didn't peak around and see, and then I went to the fridge and got containers of custard, still trying to regain my balance from crashing into the floor. Well, I looked down at my leg and saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SIX1tIoGTwI/AAAAAAAAABA/AlQEdm0-ZjY/s1600-h/Leg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225853098391916290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SIX1tIoGTwI/AAAAAAAAABA/AlQEdm0-ZjY/s320/Leg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was like. Fuckkkk. So, I went back to the front, and Tom looked up, and I'm like. "I slipped and fell." (And by the way, it didn't really hurt; honestly. It just scared me more than anything. It's a deep gash though. xD) And he nodded. And I'm like, "But, I'm kinda bleeding." and he's like, "Where?" and then I stuck my leg out and he's like Holy Shit. xD So, I finish getting the customers, and it's a little past 8:30.. We still have people 'til 8:45... and 8:50... all the way up 'til 9. I have blood dripping from my leg for a whole 30 minutes before I could do anthing with it because we had SO many customers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, within the last hour of closing, Tom has to mop again. His smart ass goes, "Hey, I mopped back there, ok? Don't slip." And I'm like, "You're not fcking funny." -But seriously, we cuss at each other. It's entertaining. Haha. Then, he had to mop again, and he's like, "Don't slip." -Ok, he mnust've said 'don't slip' about 5 times after I had. And I'm like, "You're SO lucky it didn't hurt or I'd hit you right now." xD But anyway..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After wiping down my leg, we didnt have any bandaids; or, that we could fine.. My leg ended up dripping down like that, seriously, like 10 times after wiping it. It just kept bleeding and bleeding. -I got in the car, bleedling. -I called Miriam (from HBF) on the way home and she's like "OMG go to the hospital!!" and I'm like.. wtf? Then I got home, walked in, and my mom starts bitching at me that I shouldn't have been running, and that there should've been a First Aid kit there, and that she's pissed that they (ppl @ work) never showed anyone what to do if something like that happened. And thenn she was like, "So help me God if you got blood in my car." and I'm like WOW Mom, I love you too. (Yeah, she was totally serious.) My Converse's tongue was soaked with blood, my sock, andmy fav. ankle bracelet. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225855840093893218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SIX4MuQycmI/AAAAAAAAABI/Idn12-aZHR4/s320/Blood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So then I get up to my room after putting a huge bandaid on it, blah blah, after an hour, my leg feels wet again. (Keep in mind, this is 2 and a half hours after I fell. -I get up to see that it already soaked up the bandaid, so I have to go back to the bathroom and put something thicker on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning I woke up and I could barely get up outta bed. I couldn't bend my leg at all. My guess (since no one else is home now to tell me otherwise) is that I really bruised up my knee. Even though its not black and blue, it's stiff and hurts like hell. -The gash itself I can't feel, but I can't bend my leg without it hurting. I have to like, kep my leg straight when i walk, and going up the stairs is a bitch. (At least, coming down was.. I don't want to know what I have to do to go up..) Ughh. -This is the worst that's happened to me since I was like 3, and I had to get stiches in my lip from the dog. xD I'm not used to getting hurt; physically. Ughh. I wonder what my boss is gonna say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;EW. And I have to go in again today at 5. And Tom's gonna be there. Shitt. xD "Hey, don't slip." BITE ME?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Demi on Sunday!! (5 daysss!) Hopefully my leg will be ol by then. I can't imagine getting there early, standing 'til 11 when gates open, then standing there against the baricade until 3pm for her. THEN, until 8 for her other show. That's going to be killer. xD I hope my leg gets better!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, I'm done complaining now. Thanks a bunch if you took the time to read all that crap. -I'm going to go find something to eat nowww. BYEEE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;jenno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/6650959380737287962-389876268787029939?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/389876268787029939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-can-barely-walk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/389876268787029939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/389876268787029939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-can-barely-walk.html' title='I can barely walk.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/SIX0Vl7iSXI/AAAAAAAAAA4/CeBf8IjojSQ/s72-c/ZP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-3339059163569544189</id><published>2008-07-21T13:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T13:52:17.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl's Just Wanna Have Fun</title><content type='html'>So, I woke up earlyyy this morning, looking forward to going to the mall with Emily, until I get a text at 8:30 in the morning saying that she's not allowed to go. -At that point, I just roll over and bed and go back to sleep. Then, my phone starts going off around 9, and I ignore it b/c I thought it was just my alarm; well, Em called back saying she could gooo. So, I got up, showered, picked her up, went to the bank to deposit my check, then went to &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; bank to deposit &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; check, then we got to the mall around 11. -I wanted to get a new pair of sneakers for the concert, and debated between several pairs; but my mom gave me a lecture about how many shoes I have, so I decided to hold off.. Em ended up getting shorts, and then we got lunch. THEN, I had to take Emily home; which I dropped her off around 12:40. (My "cerfew" was 1pm.) Then, I head to the gas station to put $20 in the tank so my mom would stop complaining that I hadn't put anything in the car yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, I almost fill it up (since it was about half-way) and then I call her to tell her that I was about 5 minutes from home; it was 1:06. 1.First thing I hear is, "You're late!".  2. I got bitched at for being on my cell while in the car (EVEN if I was at a longlong red light. 3. I JUST filled up the tank, and &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; got yelled at. 4. I bought her to "pretzel dogs" from Auntie Ann's pretzles; hoping to gain some kudos. (She &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt; them.) ... I got home around 1:20, when I get yelled at some more for "missing cerfew". THEN, I take the "pretzel dogs" out of my bag to give to her, only to see that the bitch gave me two &lt;em&gt;normal pretzels&lt;/em&gt;. -That added onto my pissy mood about getting yelled at, traffic, and spending money on gas even though it was ignored by the one that kept complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. Today had just sucked so far; and then I have to work again tonight. I close with Tom; he's going to college at the end of summer, and he's actually kind of cute, but he isn't really friendly. -I don't know if it's just &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt; that he doesn't talk to, but he seems stuck up and boring. xD Smile a littttle, boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm going to try and write. I want to get away for a little bit. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO, I heard clips from Miley's new album (even though I know the whole thing was leaked already.. -if anyone has the MP3's, can you hook me up pleasee?E! :D) And, I REALLY like it. -One, I think she sounds &lt;em&gt;great&lt;/em&gt;. Two, I think she's gorgeous. And three, I still think she's a bitch because of '7 Things'. But, that's about it. -AND I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; her "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" cover. END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-3339059163569544189?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3339059163569544189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3339059163569544189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3339059163569544189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/girls-just-wanna-have-fun.html' title='Girl&apos;s Just Wanna Have Fun'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-5592761564902154850</id><published>2008-07-20T22:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:49:43.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt; 7 Days.</title><content type='html'>It feels SO awesome to be counting down to something!! Next Sunday, July 27, Demi Lovato @ Penn's Landing in Philly. -Can you tell that I'm excited as hell? Nahhh. I bet not, since words can barely even describe how stoked I am. -I'm not sure what time we're getting there, but it's going to be amazing. After work Saturday night, Em and I are driving up to Philly to crash at her bro's apartment, then we'll head to the venue some time in the morning. -Wanna meet up? IM me at &lt;strong&gt;shrimponbarbie &lt;/strong&gt;or message me on Underdog; I'll see what we can do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm tired. -Maybe if I go to bed before my mom gets home, and get up on time, she'll let me go to the mall tomorrow with Emily. I want new shorts and sneakers for the Demi show. Hahaha. I'm lame!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. THAT'S ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JENNNNNNNO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and when me and Mike closed tonight at work, we left the trashcan outside. sdklfjhskdfsdjh. We're going to get bitched out tomorrow. Ughh. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-5592761564902154850?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5592761564902154850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/7-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5592761564902154850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5592761564902154850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/7-days.html' title='&gt; 7 Days.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-8240388221471166913</id><published>2008-07-20T12:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:55:35.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bobby; dfladsjkghkf</title><content type='html'>I swear that kid gets on my nerves SO friggin' much. "When are you gonna be done on the computer??! You had it ALL lat night!!" -Hello, little boy, you had it for an entire hour last night playing your stupid shooting game. THEN, you were WITH me doing the live chat for 3+ hours. BITE ME?! Yeah, thanks. I work tonight, get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL, before I forget, let me get this out of the way. -I'm in the mall last night with my step-mom, Debbie, and we pass a new sunglasses store.. Well, there's a pair of Ray Bans in the glass case and I'm like, "Those are so prettty. There was a pair at the beach for only $103." -And that price right there was $139. She then proceeded to tell me she had a pair JUST like that, 20 years ago. And I'm like, "...you, Ray Bans? &lt;em&gt;Those&lt;/em&gt; ones?" And she's like, "Yep. Just liked those, in black." and I'm like omgggggggggg. Then she stated that she still has them packed away somewhere. And I'm like woahhhh, I didn't know you were &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Bobby and I did I livechat last night. WOW. We hit 61 viewers as our highest, I believe, and then we {SOMEHOW} maintained about 53 for an hour or so. RIDICULOUS; I know. We usually hold onto a strong 12 viewers, but this was so cool. :D We just BS'd the whole time, but it was fun. :) (Also, I smell garlic brea right now, and it's making me hungry.) We started the chat about.. 12:30, maybe? Then, it ran 'til 4am I believe; or, a little close to it. WOW. Then, I woke ip this mornin at 9:30. WTF. AND, I work tonight; 5 to close.. which means, I won't get done 'til about 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I smell steak!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. TODAY IS MY AUNT KATHY'S BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!! I love her so much; she's THE coolest Aunt. She's like, my bff; just olderrr. Happyburrffday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Abby's brithday is Monday. OH, &lt;em&gt;tomorrow&lt;/em&gt;. So, ABBY, HAPPYBIRTHDAY!! b/c I'm goin to forget tomorrow. HAAA. Theend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'msotired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYEEEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;(I probably won't get back online until tomorrow. xD I'm going to be completely drained after work.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-8240388221471166913?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/8240388221471166913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/bobby-dfladsjkghkf.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8240388221471166913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/8240388221471166913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/bobby-dfladsjkghkf.html' title='Bobby; dfladsjkghkf'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-3503897937945744395</id><published>2008-07-19T17:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T17:27:07.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherry Stains Your Hands.</title><content type='html'>Last night &lt;em&gt;sucked&lt;/em&gt;. I went to bed &lt;strong&gt;on time&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;still &lt;/em&gt;couldn't fall asleep until...maybe...3am? -And it's not like I was on the computer or anything. I was laying there, and I couldn't sleep. Around like, 1:30, I rolled over and grabbed my iTouch and began writing the 2nd Base chapter here on my blog; I just saved it as a draft so it wouldn't post; but it was  VERY convenient. Then, I logged on this morning, copied &amp;amp; pasted, topped it off with a few more lines, posted, then BOOM; rushed to work. Haha. I JUST got there at 12 on the dot. Ballin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah. Worked 'til 5. A girl Shanae at work got off at 4, but after she told me she was taking the bus home, I offered to drive her since she lives in the neighborhood across from mine. She just waited 'til I got off. -Then, there's this dude at my work... when I first worked with him, I wasn't attracted to him at &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt;, but after working with him for a few hours; he grew on me. He's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; funny, and has the bluest eyes. xD Wow, ima fag. But, yeah.. Haha. Everytime I walk by him, his colonge is like.. lfkjhdsfd. --- Next subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's almost 5:30, my dad's picking me up in a few, then me and Bobby are going to his house for the night. -Emily invited me to go to a pool party with her tonight, but I doubt my dad will let me take his car back up to New Castle.. Ugh. HOPEFULLY. -I'll offer to put gas in the car. xD Hahah. "Hey, I'll give you my tips for the day if you let me take the car tonight." ...omg. That might work. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I still have more of Brynne&amp;amp;Joe to write about. -I got cut off today b/c I wanted to post before work. So... MAYBE if Bobby shares the computer @ my dad's tonight, I'll be able to write more. -Now I have to go check my email to see if the writer replieddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEAceEeEe&lt;br /&gt;Jenno!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-3503897937945744395?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3503897937945744395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/cherry-stains-your-hands.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3503897937945744395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3503897937945744395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/cherry-stains-your-hands.html' title='Cherry Stains Your Hands.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-2622415558874441335</id><published>2008-07-18T22:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:49:09.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware of the Blendini's</title><content type='html'>- they can come between friendships. Hahaha. There's this contest going on at work; whoever sells the most toppings, Ritaccino's or Blendini's by August gets a $5o Best Buy gift card; so things are &lt;em&gt;pretty&lt;/em&gt; intense. -"&lt;em&gt;No, &lt;/em&gt;I want the receipt! I helped!" -"But it was &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; customer! I rang him up!" lmaooo. JK!! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. So, I'm standing there, scooping someone's water ice, and I get this cute little idea for a scene in &lt;strong&gt;2nd Base&lt;/strong&gt;. It's like a cute, flirty 'you-could-take-this-the-wrong-way-but-its-adorable' scene. Hahah. :D I'm excited to write it; even though it serves no purpose at all, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;OH&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;OH. &lt;/strong&gt;Wanna hear my &lt;em&gt;ridiculous&lt;/em&gt; schedule next week? Ok ok. I'll just continue off of this weekend::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 12 - 5 Saturday&lt;br /&gt;- 5 - close Sunday&lt;br /&gt;- 5 - close Monday&lt;br /&gt;- 5 - close Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;- OFF WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;- 5 - close Thursday&lt;br /&gt;- 5 - close Friday&lt;br /&gt;- 5 - close Saturday&lt;br /&gt;- OFF SUNDAY for the Demi concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMFG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; They've gotta be kidding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yeah, so, basically, that SUCKS. xD I don't know if you have a job, but that's seriously insane. I haven't told my mom yet, and she's probably going to freak when I tell her. Hahah. (PS; weekends SUCK.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think that's about it. I don't know if I'm going to update tonight, only b/c I'm sore and I'm actually kinda tired. But, I &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; just stay a few extra hours and type a little. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CYAAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Jenno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-2622415558874441335?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/2622415558874441335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/beware-of-blendinis.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2622415558874441335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/2622415558874441335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/beware-of-blendinis.html' title='Beware of the Blendini&apos;s'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-206850644211362382</id><published>2008-07-18T11:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:48:53.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Siiiiiiike&lt;/em&gt;. I have to work tonight. xD 5 to close. Ewww. But, Emily's working 3 to 8, so I get a few hours with her. Yay!! (It's like we swapped shifts from the other day.) Word. -I hate closing though. We end up having three people working at a time. We've got two @ the counter taking orders, then 1 in the back making waterice (aka, the shift leader.) Well, at 8pm, one of the counter peeps go home and the shift manager's still in the back. (Which means, there's only two of you now.). RIGHT after your second person leaves, the floods of people come and you're screwed. -I. Hate. It. I hate working weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I saw scans of the Burnin' Up Tour Book. WOW. -Let's just say, I'll be making a new DIV for Underdog this afternoon. Haha. Like...&lt;strong&gt;wow&lt;/strong&gt;. Just wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um.. OMG. I SEE DEMI LOVATO IN 9 DAYS!! For free. Hahah. Penn's Landing. Dude, I'm SO excited. Sadly, my mom hasn't given be a definate thumbs up to go, but I told her about it, and I told her that I already got off work, and she didn't say NO, so... She's gotta let me!! xD We've got a plan and everything. Plus, I already know what I'm going to wear. HAhah. Plus, I already told Demi to look out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know why I'm fretting. I'm &lt;em&gt;going&lt;/em&gt;. Bottom line. SO, if you see meee, come holler. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's about it. -I'm going to start on that DIV now. Peaceececece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-206850644211362382?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/206850644211362382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/tgif.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/206850644211362382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/206850644211362382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/tgif.html' title='TGIF.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-405350760516801755</id><published>2008-07-17T12:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T12:22:20.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>U-Turnnn!</title><content type='html'>First offf, I got a chunk of computer time this morning; WOO! -And hopefully I'll get more when I go to my dads. But first, here's my little 'cover' thing of "One Man Show"; the acoustic part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/otrjncPKglY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/otrjncPKglY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fingering is different than Nick's is in the video, but it sounds the same; I played it both ways. Haha. And, I thought the end part sounded cool, so I just left it in. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't have much to say right now, so I thought I'd fill up a little space with a part of &lt;strong&gt;U-Turn&lt;/strong&gt; for you lovely people who actually read my blogs. Haha. Here it is::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;small&gt;“Dinner was great, Mrs.Jonas.” Erin nodded, wiping her mouth after setting her fork down. Mrs.Jonas tender roast beef always hit the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the typical Sunday dinner at the Jonas household; tender meat, fluffy mashed potatoes, warm and buttery green beans. Boy, did that woman sure know how to cook. Yeah, Erin wouldn’t miss it if she didn’t have to. But unfortunately, Kevin had to, since he was on his unofficial ‘date’ with Whitney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aw, thanks sweetie.” she replied graciously, her facial expression shifting. “Now, you and Joseph can clear off the table.” she nodded before she, her husband, Nick and Frankie stood and exited the kitchen, leaving the two at the table in an awkward haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing, Erin stood, her plate in hand as she reached next to her to grab Nick’s and Frankie’s as Joe rose to his feet grabbing his parents’. Erin avoided all conversation, as she had since Joe transformed into that ass after his little accident at her house earlier that day. Placing dishes on the counter, she reached for the sponge and liquid soap as Joe stacked his pile on top of hers. Wanting to make a smart comment, she refrained. She knew he had already heard an earful that day because of his father’s wrecked BMW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you alright?” she heard him ask off towards her side. She could see his figure in her peripheral vision. Erin nodded. “It doesn’t seem like it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, well, things aren’t always what they seem.” she sighed, turning the sink on and grabbing the first plate. Erin listened as Joe breathed out, moving next to her and grabbing a second sponge and plate, helping her with the dishes in the second half of the divided sink. “So, when were you going to tell me your and Amelia broke up? -When I found another guy to like myself or something?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like you hadn’t already? -I heard about you and Kevin.” Joe replied, mirroring her sour tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh? And what is it that you heard?” she questioned, completely amused, since she knew for herself that nothing had even happened yet. Instead of continuing, she shook her head and averted her attention back to the dirty dishes in front of her before leaning downward and opening the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“See? You’re not even denying it!” he called her out, crossing his arms as he eyed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why should I waste my breath? You wouldn’t believe me anyway. -Plus, it’s not like you should care. It’s not like you like me or anything.” Erin stated, loading the plates onto the bottom row of the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Really? And what gives you that impression?” a chuckle left his lungs, sounding amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh please.” she straightened her body, looking over at him. “Joe, you chose Amelia days ago.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“-But that doesn’t mean that I stopped liking you.” he defended himself, his excuse sounding sincere, yet, aggravating to her ears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And actually, that's wayyy more than a small clip. It's like, a third of the chapter .Haha. But, that's all I have so far. :D -Maybe I'll keep posting chunks of things in here; see who's reading this and who's not. -Leave a comment? Tell me where you want the Curb Crasher sequel to go, and what you want to happen.-I have my own ideas on the plot, but, there's ALWAYS room for improvement. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-405350760516801755?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/405350760516801755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/u-turnnn.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/405350760516801755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/405350760516801755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/u-turnnn.html' title='U-Turnnn!'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-3769792127500979790</id><published>2008-07-17T01:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:34:54.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>creeper.</title><content type='html'>I live exactly 2,735 miles from the boys' house; exacly. It'd take 1 day and 20 hours to drive there. Hahaha. -See what happens when one gets kicked off the computer for the day? They end up taking a 4 hour nap mid-day and staying up past 1 anyway; resulting in spending over an hour googlong random shit, and then playing with the maps on the iTouch. Wow. Someones a little special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-3769792127500979790?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3769792127500979790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/creeper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3769792127500979790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3769792127500979790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/creeper.html' title='creeper.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-5614461066964664604</id><published>2008-07-16T23:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T01:35:47.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>post via iTouch</title><content type='html'>Wow. Grounded again; kinda. -I did my normal midnight computer hop last night, and apparently my step-dad found out and I wasn't allowed online during the day today. I don't know when I can get back on either, and I'm afraid to even ask. Thankfully I have my cell and ITouch to stay in contact with people and my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In better news, this screenplay deal is a go!! My mom got another email and the writer, Ann, is gonna forward a NDA to us to sign, and then this shit's gonna start. omg. I'm so excited. It's going to be like writing a fanfic, except with it having the chance of actually going somewhere. But sadly, as I said before, I won't be able to talk in detail about it. Just know that the time away from Underdog is going to be put forth to something thats worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. IDK what else... I've been brainstorming a lot for 2nd Base, and even imagined a "scene" for my fanfic on Busted Zipper; Renoj. I'm actually looking forward to writing it, as weird as that sounds. haha. I've got a lot of 2nd Base figured out as well, so hopefully that'll be first. -I'm with my dad tomorrow, so hopefully I'll be able to update something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I believe thats it for now. -I learned how to play the acoustic part of "One Man Show". :D and I learned Pushin Me Away as well. If I end up getting computer time, I'll put videos up on YouTube.&lt;br /&gt;peaceouttt.&lt;br /&gt;Jenno!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - How bout that pic of Selena Gomez wearing the same Costello shirt as Nick Jonas himself?? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-5614461066964664604?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5614461066964664604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-via-itouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5614461066964664604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5614461066964664604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/post-via-itouch.html' title='post via iTouch'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-1871606196738144269</id><published>2008-07-15T23:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:57:54.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devistation.</title><content type='html'>Taylor Swift and Joe Jonas. xD I love them both; but separately. They're both gorgeous, and are both really funny. They both are into music (duh) and both seem pretty cool...... It sucks having a lame crush on a rockstar. Jeeeze. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work was cool. A lot of people stopped by, actually. First, Nick (NOT Jonas. haha) and Ralph came and bought some stuff with a few other people that I didn't know. Then, Dylan, Chuck and Kline came. -I haven't seen those fags in FOREVER!! (No lie; like, since last summer.) I meant to under-charge them when they first came to the counter, but I then forgot as I as I was ringing stuff up. Haha. Sorrrrrrry!! -Then, my Aunt and Grams stopped by and gave me a $5 tip. Ballin. -I ended up going home with 9 bucks in my pocket. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OH. And working with Emily was pretty fun. -Try explaining "Pushin' Me Away" to someone who hasn't heard it before. YEAH, it's hard as hell. It's like, "Joe's voice is all like.... ughhhh!! And then the way he says, omgggg. And... OMG. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!!" -Yeah, it's pretty difficult to explain in a work enviornment. Hahaha. -But when my shift was over, I pulled the car up to the front window (since HER shift wasn't over) and blasted it for her, so she could get an idea. (Crap. I still have to e-mail her the MP3.) Ha. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom e-mailed the writer back, about the screenplay. -Let's just say, this shit is going down; I'm not even kidding. It's seriously going to happen. We're waiting on an e-mail back, then we're going to call out and talk some more, and then we're looking to sign a non-closure agreement, and thennn we're gonna get to work. (I believe... I'll keep you posted!!) -It's going to take up a lot of my time though, if everything goes as planned. I don't know how much Underdog is going to be updated when this screenplay bizz started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhhh. And that's about it for right now. -I'm going to see if I can get any of &lt;s&gt;Baller&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2nd Base&lt;/strong&gt; done tonight. This Taylor Swift crap is killing my mood here!!! Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-1871606196738144269?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/1871606196738144269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/devistation.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/1871606196738144269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/1871606196738144269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/devistation.html' title='Devistation.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-5388616859290171709</id><published>2008-07-15T13:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T23:55:38.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ComputerTraining.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Have anyone heard that commercial on the radio? "Take our online skills challenge to see if you qualify to make a better career tomorrow, today!" or some crap? WELL, MONTHS ago, I was bored and took that test thing, and a dude called my cell today asking me if I was still interested in a carreer in computers. dlsfhlsdakfh. I'm like, "I'm only 17. I'm still in high school." and he's like, "Well you're scores were really good! Blah blah blah." and I was like ,"I just took the quiz to see if I could do it.. . I didn't think it'd go anywhere." and then he said that I scored really well, and that he's keep me in his records and call back in the summer of 09, after I graduate, to see if I was still interested.xD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was like wtfffffffffff. Wow.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^ And I just copied that from the bulletin I posted on Underdog so I didn't have to type it again, but woahhh. Haha. I think it's kinda cool. -I want to tell my mom about it when I get home from work, but then she might bitch at me for "giving my number out online". -I truely don't even remember doing that. xD Haha. Well, on that site at least. I did it a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time ago. It was weird to hear from them, and that I was even good enough. We'll see what my mom says about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eww. I have to leave for work in 40 minutes and I'm still in the clothes I slept in. Ewww. Haha. I'm a bum; I know. I still have to get readyyyy, burn a new CD, then take the little yellow sub to work. Woo. xD I'm truely just excited to work with Em. -Pathetic, yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo, there's this writer from Cali that got into contact with me a few weeks ago. She wants me to write a screenplay with her. Like, a legit screenplay. Fo'realz. -That's all I can really say though, because I'm not really allowed to discuss it, but nothing's really happened yet. I'm all for it, but my mom is still questioning things. I got got an email from the writer, her name is Annie, and I still have to show it to my mom so she can call her and work things out. -If I &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; end up writing the screenplay with her, A LOT of my time is going to be put into that; (like, 6 to 10 hours a week.) It's gonna be hardcore. Haha. -The experience would be amazing, plust it'd be really cool, since she said the idea was based off of UDP. (YEAH, how friggin' cool?!) But that's all I can say. -Now I just have to update my mom on the e-mail when I get home from work. Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get off work at 8, and hopefully my mom will "let" me online so I don't have to stay up late again to get my stuff done. -As for a &lt;s&gt;Baller&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2nd Base&lt;/strong&gt; upate tonight; I'm not sure. I know where I'm taking the story in the long run, but I'm still trying to work out some kinks so I can get things rolling. I don't want Brynne and Joe to "get together" too fast!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp; that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;-Gotta burn my CD for the car, get ready, then off to work!!&lt;br /&gt;C YAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jenno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-5388616859290171709?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/5388616859290171709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/computertrainingcom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5388616859290171709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/5388616859290171709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/computertrainingcom.html' title='ComputerTraining.com'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6650959380737287962.post-3516688869204613838</id><published>2008-07-15T03:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:07:34.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Numero Uno.</title><content type='html'>Wow. I started a blog. How random? Haha. xD I have a bit of recent crap to go over, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All last week, me and the fam (including my mom, step-dad, g-mom, little brother, and little brother's friend) went down to Ocean City, Maryland. Our normal 2 hour drive was multiplied to 4 with the ridiculous amount of traffic. I was cramped up un the backseat (aka, the third row) with a 50-year-old Gibson between my legs; only because there wasn't enough room for it. -But everything turned out alright. Especially when we got to our condo (that was RIGHT on the boardwalk on 18th street.) And there was a cute dude next door. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayyy, then week was pretty chill. I spent over $200 during the week. xD Which sucks; but I'll live. My friend Britanie came down for the day on Tuesday. We chilled and crap, walked the boardwalk, bought stuff. Then Wednesday was my birthday; I turned 17. :D We picked up my friend Danielle who was in Lewes at the time and we went to Grotto's. (aka, one of the best pizza places ever.) And thennn, that was about it. We ended up picking her up again the next day and she spend the night, then spent the entire next day with us. We roamed the boardwalk, got on the Zipper 930894 times, gawked at cute boys, took pictures, talked Jonas. It was pretty fun. -Oddly enough, Danielle is only 13. -OH, and we got henna tattoos. :) Pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, July 14th, was Underdog's ONE YEAR! AHHHHHHHH. One entire year. (And it's now 4am as I'm typing his, btw. And I work tomorrow. omggg.) ANYWAY, ahhh. One year. So overwhelming. xD Especially the comments the site recived. Holy crap. I seriously teared up during a few; I didn't realize UDP had &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; an impact on people. It feels &lt;em&gt;amazing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok&lt;/em&gt; ok. Since we're on the subject of Jonas, kinda... I can't express to you how STOKED I am for this new album. FIRST OFF, "Pushing Me Away"... I seriously stopped breathing. Those vocals; are you kidding?! -That's all I can really say without crossing the no-no line. xD OH, and "Be Be Good"? Amazing. That 20 second clip; ahhh. AND AND, "One Man Show" -acoustic. WOW. I'm seriously blown away. -The real verision sounds like something that'd be on Nickelodeon. Seriously. Like, on iCarly, Drake &amp;amp; Josh, or the Naked Brother's Band. SORRRRRRRRY. That's just what I picture when I hear it. (Or, what I've heard so far.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And holyshit this is long. I think I'm done. I work tomorrow; 3 to 8. Emily comes in at 5 to close. WOO!! WE FINALLY GET TO WORK TOGETHER!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theend.&lt;br /&gt;-Jenno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6650959380737287962-3516688869204613838?l=shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/feeds/3516688869204613838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/numero-uno.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3516688869204613838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6650959380737287962/posts/default/3516688869204613838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shrimponbarbie.blogspot.com/2008/07/numero-uno.html' title='Numero Uno.'/><author><name>Jenno</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17712704946610845529</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f614LNaHqO4/TRRcjTr597I/AAAAAAAAAKE/LYCj24qsD4M/S220/DSCF0603twit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
